Chapter 1445: Exchanging Items
Chapter 1445: Exchanging Items
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Rayha Qhobela responded, her bitterness palpable, “Is it because of me going against Braydon? Do you think I still hold a grudge?”
“It’s your affair how you deal with Braydon. Why would I hold it against you?”
Sadie Dudley’s heart harbored resentment, frozen repeatedly since her birth, enduring millennia of darkness and chill.
Her earliest memories were shrouded in icy solitude, only brightened by her time in Mount Bliz with Braydon, leaving an indelible mark on her life.
Rayha lapsed into silence.
Over the years, her relationship with her daughter Sadie had remained distant, characterized by this chilly detachment.
Sadie’s smiles seemed reserved solely for Braydon, her concern focused solely on him for the rest of her days.
In an instant, Sadie vanished, her bare feet treading the grass as she departed the 1st ruin, venturing alone into the Spirit Sea in search of her cherished friend.
“Braydon must continue cultivating the Hundred Tribulations Heavenly Art in seclusion. It’s likely many have already discerned it,” Sadie murmured softly, a fleeting smile gracing her beautiful countenance.
With that, she ventured into the Spirit Sea.
Clearly, Sadie understood Braydon better than anyone, revealing a forbidden art others dared not utter: the Hundred Tribulations Heavenly Art.
What he truly cultivated was the tribulation body!
The Origin Separation Technique, which had proliferated across the cosmos, was merely the rudimentary secret of the Hundred Tribulations Heavenly Art!
Only one individual had grasped the true essence of the Hundred Tribulations Heavenly Art.
Simultaneously, Braydon vanquished Malachi Zadroga in the frigid frost world, unleashing his bloodline power to manifest two banished immortals—the embodiments of the Foreman family and Neal family.
In a flash, the banished immortals departed, each bestowed with a soul token by the three esteemed soul slaves of the Hall of Souls, treating them as bona fide cultivators.
They were all integral to Braydon’s being!
Forced out of his body, Braydon’s two bloodlines didn’t diminish his battle prowess; instead, they augmented it!
Having long suppressed his bloodline, which had become a hindrance, Braydon now reclaimed his former glory as the dazzling King Braydon.
Elysium’s Lyndal Cadogan marveled, “Brother, your courage is astounding. Surrendering coveted bloodlines like that is a feat most wouldn’t even contemplate.”
“Bloodlines have become a hindrance,” Braydon remarked lightly before darting toward a group of bears in the distance.
Thousands of frost bears roamed the area, yet Braydon slew them effortlessly.
Lyndal furrowed his brows, realizing he couldn’t fathom Braydon’s mindset.
Today, with numerous prodigies gathered, they had undoubtedly amassed a thousand Frost Grass blades, and Braydon’s prowess positioned him well for the challenge of supremacy.
However, he abstained from participation and instead set out to hunt frost bears.
Was he truly aiming to slay 100 million of them and summon the Heart of Frost?
Outsiders struggled to comprehend Braydon’s motives, but it didn’t deter Lyndal and the others from their task.
By now, 20 to 30 young men had arrived, all saint realm prodigies, each laden with a considerable quantity of 10,000-year-old Frost Grass.
Much of their Frost Grass was acquired through pilfering—a timeless principle of thievery and deceit.
For instance, if Braydon desired to obtain 1,000 Frost Grass, he could simply eliminate everyone present rather than hunt 100 million frost bears.
Plundering was the swiftest route to accumulation.
Seeing everyone assembled, Lyndal spoke softly, “Since we’re all here, let’s commence. As agreed, we’ll trade our Frost Grass with each other.”
In truth, those present knew that the barter was merely a guise to facilitate interaction and entice others.
If they withheld their Frost Grass, they knew that it would be difficult to amass 1,000 Frost Grass on their own.
Saint realm cultivators lurked in the shadows, their talents recognized enough for entry into the Hall of Souls, yet they remained a step below the true prodigies.
Their presence was spurred by the desire to witness Lyndal and others compete, while also carrying a small amount of Frost Grass for potential exchanges.
Nonetheless, there lingered a hint of apprehension among them.
They were worried that if they rushed over, Lyndal and the others would kill them and rob them.
At that time, they wouldn’t even be able to keep their life!
Lyndal and the others could faintly sense that many people were watching.
He flew into the air and said loudly, “Everyone, within two hours, we guarantee that there will be no killing or fighting here. Everyone can freely exchange items. If anyone dares to use weapons, they will be our enemies!”
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone looked at the bear group in the distance.
A white-robed youth grabbed a frost bear with his left hand and broke its neck in an extremely cold manner.
More than 13,000 frost bears were killed by him.
Blood flowed like a river under his feet, and the corpses of the frost bears covered the thick layer of ice.
Lyndal looked over as well.
The corner of his mouth twitched as he explained,” This is a genius, Braydon Neal. He has no interest in the Heart of Frost. He is using the power of the frost bear to train himself. Don’t mind him.”
He actually didn’t believe it at all.
If the Heart of Frost appeared and Braydon were to snatch it from him, perhaps only Lyndal would be able to stop him.
However, those heaven’s favorites who had witnessed the battle between Braydon and Malachi earlier…
They all felt that even Lyndal was no match for Braydon.
Braydon defeated Malachi with a single punch.
Even Lyndal couldn’t achieve this level of battle prowess!
Therefore, Braydon was an uncertain factor.
He was a ticking time bomb!
Braydon paid no mind to the commotion below, seated cross-legged in midair as the Yin-Yang Five Elements Diagram materialized beneath him.
Ice paths manifested on the frost bears’ corpses, merging with the great path, which in turn was absorbed by the Yin-Yang Five Elements Diagram.
Witnessing this transformation into yin-yang energy left everyone stunned.
Braydon’s actions were deemed taboo—utilizing others’ cultivation to fuel his own strength was considered the path of darkness.
Lyndal, incredulous, questioned, “Why resort to such dark methods with your talent?”
But Braydon remained unfazed, sitting in meditation, disregarding the inquiries.
He felt no need to justify his actions to outsiders.
Meanwhile, no one dared to challenge Braydon, his single punch having beaten Malachi, a testament to his formidable power.
Only Lyndal might have considered confronting him.
In Braydon’s presence, 13,621 wisps of primordial chaos Qi converged, which he promptly consumed.
Within him, the divine pill spun, absorbing all the primordial chaos Qi.
The previously hazy gray pill seemed to expand in size.
However, despite this infusion, Braydon realized he had yet to reach the fourth level of the divine realm.
Disconcerted, he started thinking that the amount of primordial chaos Qi required to cultivate the primordial chaos divine pill surpassed his estimates.