ushernet Chapter 1319: Two Conditions
Chapter 1319: Two Conditions
Chapter 1319: Two Conditions
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“If you want to master 3,000 ancient martial arts and be at the peak of each path’s cultivation, 1,000 years is not even enough,” Constantine Siegel remarked.
“If you want to reach the peak, you have to sever your worldly ties. You have to toil tirelessly for 1,000 years. The success rate is one in two hundred million.”
These were the words of Constantine.
If Braydon Neal desired success, his chances would be a mere one percent—less than one in a hundred million.
Both paths were exceedingly arduous, demanding endless time to sustain them.
In the future, Braydon might succumb to old age before reaching the peak.
Every martial arts prodigy harbored ambition, but Braydon’s ambition was terrifyingly immense, surpassing even that of Constantine and others.
With this warning, Braydon understood that Constantine emphasized the importance of time.
There were no ulterior motives, and even if there were, it was already too late.
Braydon and the two banished immortals were already on their chosen path—a path difficult to turn back from.
After Constantine’s departure, Gideon Zavala remained.
“Your teacher is reaching the end of his journey,” Gideon remarked softly. “He emerged from seclusion last month. You should pay him a visit when you have the opportunity.”
“Hmm, where is he from?” Braydon inquired of Constantine.
“The Siegel family of Spirit Sea,” Gideon stated bluntly. “His grandfather hailed from Hansworth and was the most formidable dual-pupiled individual since ancient times.”
“The dual-pupils have been inherited through the generations?”
Old Crane was taken aback.
The revelation that the dual-pupils were not hereditary but rather unique to each era stirred him.
It was the head of the ten great pupils.
“The Spirit Sea is indeed formidable,” Gideon remarked calmly. “Even the 3,000 ruins are unaware of its existence, let alone the outside world.”
Constantine hailed from the Siegel family, where direct descendants were all dual-pupiled—a lineage entrenched in dual-pupil heritage.
Despite his knowledge, Braydon remained largely ignorant of the intricacies surrounding dual-pupiled individuals, recognizing them only as born saints with immense power.
Suddenly, Gideon recollected something.
“He obliterated the Donta Imperial City and aimed to erase the 16th ruin. I intervened to halt him.”
“What?” Braydon was taken aback by Constantine’s terrifying capabilities.
He had not anticipated such an astonishing revelation—Constantine single-handedly obliterating an entire ruin.
Feeling uneasy, Dominic pulled Luke Yates aside.
“Luke, it’s the Northern King’s wedding today. Please, no more shenanigans from you lot, alright?”
Luke, munching on a cucumber, glanced at him nonchalantly.
“We have no reason to beat you up.”
Dominic’s expression darkened.
“Since when did people from the Northern Army need a reason to cause trouble?” he muttered under his breath.
Jonah Shaw intervened, striding over with an indifferent air.
“Don’t paint us with the same brush,” he remarked calmly.
Hendrix Bailey chimed in angrily, “I’ll knock you out with one punch one of these days!”
Frediano Jadanza intervened to defuse the tension. “Enough, let’s go greet the elders. Martial Emperor Teacher has just arrived. You guys should come and have a look.”
The sons of the Northern Army turned their gaze to where Braydon was accompanying Martial Emperor Yanagi and Old Devil Yanagi.
With so many guests present, Braydon had to greet each one individually.
Meanwhile, Dominic’s eyes lit up when he spotted Luther Carden.
He hurried over to her. “Lieutenant Commander Carden, how have you been?”
“Elder Lowe!” Luther greeted him warmly, holding his wine glass as he sat in the pavilion, wearing a light smile.
Dominic rubbed his hands nervously, feeling a bit awkward.
“I heard about the Northern Army’s conquest of the entire Zunde Royal Dynasty and the gains you made. Impressive...”
Luther remained composed. “Get to the point. What do you want?”
“I was wondering if you could support me with another batch of those small spirit stones you provided earlier. You know, the capital is also nurturing many young talents,” Dominic ventured.
Luther set forth his conditions firmly. “I have two conditions. Agreeing to either one means ten billion spirit stones.”
Luther had easy access to tens of billions of spirit stones.
If he wanted, he could mobilize trillions from the military warehouse, given his authority over elite military supplies.
Dominic’s excitement surged as if he had been injected with adrenaline.
“Just name it! I’ll do anything, even if I have to stick my neck out for you!”
20 billion spirit stones!
It was an astronomical sum, far beyond the worth of the entire capital in the outside world, where cultivation resources were scarce.
Softly, Luther continued, “The casualty lists of elite forces like the Northern Army, Sanguine Army, Gray Wolf Army, Phoenix Army, Groot Army and others have been submitted to the capital. These soldiers gave their lives for the country. Please ensure their families are well taken care of.”