Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“Did you cultivate the Supre Forbidden Art?”
Dominic Lowe asked the mont he saw Braydon Neal. Then, he said aggrievedly, “In just a few months, the fate of the country has been boosted by you by several tis. Even the Martial Emperor was shocked by you. He sent here to investigate the situation.”
“Hmph, the Spirit Summoning Art of Heavenly Mountain is no weaker than the Supre Forbidden Art. Why would the young master of Heavenly Mountain need to cultivate that kind of thing?”
Jevan Cox was slightly dissatisfied. He thought that Dominic was belittling Heavenly Mountain.
Why would the inheritor of the Spirit Summoning Monarch Art need to cultivate the Supre Forbidden Art?
Braydon instantly understood the capital’s worries. With a flick of his finger, a wisp of purple Qi appeared and shot directly into Dominic’s body. “I have a little sothing for Grand Secretary Lowe!”
Boom!
Dominic’s pinnacle aura erupted with a bang.
His vitality increased by 3,000 Na!
Dominic’s old face was flushed red, as if he had beco ten years younger.
He was completely shocked.
In the next second.
“The fourth level of the Great Void of Kylo Art?” he asked in shock.
Only the fourth level of the Great Void of Kylo Art could condense a wisp of purple Qi that could increase the strength of a pinnacle martial artist by a thousand.
Instantly, Dominic understood.
Braydon did not cultivate the Supre Forbidden Art at all!
The Great Void of Kylo Art he cultivated had already reached the fourth level.
In the past thousand years, no one had cultivated the Great Void of Kylo Art to this stage.
Dominic gulped. “Last year, you were attacked in the capital. You broke through to the third level of the Great Void of Kylo Art. Now, you’ve broken through to the fourth level already?”
“Let’s go to the herb valley to take a look!”
Braydon didn’t explain. With his hands behind his back, he flew into the air and arrived at the herb valley.
Hyrum Lujan was in the herb valley, carefully taking care of the Vermilion Fruit Trees.
Over a hundred Vermilion Fruit Trees occupied a large area. Each tree was brimming with vitality, and the green leaves were filled with vitality.
“Are these all spirit trees?” Dominic was shocked when he arrived.
“Young Master!”
Hyrum ignored Dominic and greeted Braydon.
Braydon took a step forward, and 90 streams of purple Qi appeared around his body.
They were all purple Qi!
Purple Qi gathered like a dragon, three ters long. It rolled in the air and circled above the spirit garden.
The purple Qi transford into a small dragon. It opened its mouth and spat out purple Qi, nourishing all the spirit fruit trees.
The spirit trees blood one after another!
The flowers blood and the fragrance assailed his nostrils.
Vermilion Fruit Flowers with fiery stans blood.
The little fool watered the first Vermilion Fruit Tree that Braydon and the others had personally planted every day. He was very diligent. It was most likely because he was thinking about the Vermilion Fruits!
The first Vermilion Fruit Tree had 81 flowers!
All of them had already borne fruit.
When the flowers withered, it was ti to bear fruit.
The number of fruits that the Vermilion Fruit Tree bore for the first ti was generally relatively small. However, the number of fruits that bore for the second ti had increased by ten tis.
At the sa ti, the spirit trees gathered in the herb valley!
Waves of spiritual energy slowly emitted from the ground.
This scene shocked many people.
“Hmm?”
Braydon’s eyes were like lightning as he activated the Red Lotus Scarlet Eyes in front of everyone!
The bloodline of the Jansky family.
Those who possessed the nine-petal Fiery Lotus Mark would activate the Red Lotus Scarlet Eyes.
He would see sothing different.
Braydon saw that seven to eight ters deep in the soil, the roots of every spirit tree were wrapped in a ball of milky-white soil. The soil was faintly emitting shocking amounts of spiritual Qi.
This was an unexpected discovery.
“According to the Hansworth Martial Arts Secret Manual, a spirit tree that has grown for many years will cause changes to the original place if it stays where it is,” Dominic said in surprise.
“It will nurture a spirit vein!”
Hyrum said a shocking piece of news.
A place like a spirit vein was not ford naturally by heaven and earth.
Most of the spirit veins were nurtured by powerful spirit trees.
This was the terrifying aspect of the spirit trees.
Powerful spirit trees nurtured spirit veins, spirit veins nurtured spirit stone mines, spirit stone mines produced spirit stones, and martial artists used spirit stones to cultivate.
This was common knowledge during the glorious era of martial arts.
It was a pity that spirit herbs were extinct now. Spirit herbs were gone, let alone spirit trees.
The spirit trees were all dead and withered.
How could they nurture a spirit vein!
Without spirit veins, where would there be spirit stone mines and spirit stones?
But now, Braydon and the others had made an unexpected discovery. It ant that in the future, spirit stone mines would form beneath the herb valley.
Unfortunately, the formation of a spirit stone mine was ten tis more difficult than the ripening of the Vermilion Fruits.
By the ti the spirit stones were produced, Dominic and the others would have probably died of old age.
Braydon looked at the little dragon purple Qi. It was breathing purple Qi and nourishing the spirit fruit trees. He turned around and asked softly, “Where do you usually refine dicine?”
“On my side!”
Stratford Layton said.
The Rocky Peak was located deep in Heavenly Mountain, and there were coal seams there!
Coal seams were extrely hot and were suitable for forging weapons as well as dicine.
Braydon gestured for him to go over.
There was an alchemist’s legacy on Heavenly Mountain, so Braydon had to take it away and teach it to the Northern Army.
Stratford was in charge of Rocky Peak and brought Braydon and the others over. Naturally, no one dared to stop them and question them.
The belly of the mountain had long been hollowed out. There were many wide passages, and people often went in and out.
Rocky Peak was much livelier than Luxor Peak and the herb valley.
There was only Jevan on Luxor Peak.
Besides Hyrum, there were also a few apprentice alchemists in the herb valley.
However, there were martial artists coming in and out of Rocky Peak, and among them, there was no lack of acquaintances.
Gannon Cohen, Knox Lemus, Lou Beil, and the others.
When Braydon returned to Heavenly Mountain, they had made things difficult for him, but they were all defeated by him.
Gannon was shocked. He turned around and bowed seriously. “Gannon greets the Second and Seventh Holiness!”
“Artifact refinent again?”
Stratford asked softly.
“Yes, Sir Stratford!” Gannon quickly said.
“Alright, let’s go in!”
Jevan didn’t want to waste any ti, nor was he interested in Gannon and the others.
Gannon finally recognized Jevan and lowered his head.
The martial artists of Heavenly Mountain were most afraid of Jevan.
Because Jevan was a ruthless person!
Braydon looked at Gannon and said softly, “I have said before that if you join the Northern Army, I will give you 100,000 soldiers. You will be a commander of the Northern Army and rule over an area. This offer is still valid!”
Gannon fell silent.
He felt that Braydon was a bit of a cheat!
Jevan, Hyrum, and Stratford were standing beside him.
How could Gannon respond? Was he supposed to just agree to it and let Braydon take him away?
Gannon was not such a person.
Braydon brushed past him and entered the winding passage of the Rocky Peak.
The tunnel spiraled and reached the bottom of the mountain range.
As he went deeper, the surrounding temperature beca higher and higher.
Martial artists were not afraid of the cold, but they were afraid of the heat.
The reason was simple. The vitality in the body of a pinnacle martial artist was extrely strong. Once it was activated, their body would be like a furnace, and they would not be afraid of the cold air at all.
Stratford walked in the passageway and said softly, “There is a total of seventeen floors in Rocky Peak…”
“Why aren’t there eighteen floors? When I was young, my teacher told that there are eighteen floors in hell!”
Luke Yates raised his hand and said imdiately.
“You know so much!” Stratford’s face darkened.
“Of course, my brother has always praised for being smart since I was young. My nickna is Smartie!”
The little fool looked proud.
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