NOVGO.NET Chapter 2047 His Secret
Chapter 2047: His Secret Chapter 2047: His Secret Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Braydon Neal was prepared to bring out a tenth level technique.
It could be said he was doing it for himself, but at the same time, it wasn’t entirely for his own sake.
He was doing this for the banished immortals.
The resources required to cultivate 10,000 banished immortals were immense. Across the land, no clan could support 10,000 banished immortals reaching level ten transcendence at the same time.
Even achieving the status of a mid-level transcendent was an enormous challenge.
Braydon was already paving the way for this.
“The cost of a level ten technique might be exorbitantly high,” he said calmly.
“In the end, it might exhaust all the Medicine Sect’s resources.” “So, can you accept it?” “Can the Medicine Sect accept this?” His words were steady, yet they sent waves through the hall.
The faces of Lukas Isenhour, Shale Inskeep, and the many elders waiting outside turned pale.
A level ten path was no trivial matter.
Spending hundreds of millions of years of the Medicine Sect’s accumulated resources on it—was it worth it?
Lukas found himself unable to decide.
The hall fell silent.
“The Medicine Sect has accumulated its wealth over tens of thousands of years.
If you need it, you may take it.” An old voice echoed from outside the hall.
Someone had agreed.
A gentle breeze carried in a white-bearded elder with silver hair.
He stepped into the hall, and every member of the Medicine Sect, including Lukas, bowed deeply.
“Second Ancestor!” The elder was one of the first to join the Medicine Sect—Elder Jiles, also known as the Second Ancestor.
His presence signified the Medicine Sect’s approval.
But Braydon remained unfazed.
“Perhaps I haven’t made myself clear.
Let me repeat: the price of acquiring a tenth level technique will transform the Medicine Sect into a true Medicine Sect—a supplier, providing for many cultivators’ needs without condition.” “As they cultivate, they will consume endless resources.” “They will become bottomless pits.” “Can the Medicine Sect bear this?” Braydon’s words struck like a hammer on everyone’s hearts.
The white-haired Second Ancestor nodded.
“External items, even if they are precious, are not level ten.” “The Medicine Sect’s millions of years of accumulation are insignificant in comparison.” His stance was clear.
Meanwhile, Lukas’s eyes flickered with realization. Had Braydon’s earlier words been a casual remark, or had he already embarked on the very path of cultivation he spoke of?
Surely not.
That path belonged to the Empress—how could it have been passed down to a mere youth?
Lukas’s thoughts churned.
“In that case, I’ll need your assurance,” Braydon said.
“What kind of assurance?” Shale asked.
“A soul contract,” Braydon replied.
“What?” The Medicine Sect erupted in shock and fury.
A soul contract was no trivial matter—it was a vow of life and death.
Breaking it would destroy both parties.
But Braydon’s request went further.
“I don’t want a mutual soul contract—I want a one-way contract,” he said calmly.
“Impossible!” Outrage rippled through the elders outside the hall. Such a contract would place all their lives in Braydon’s hands, a demand too extreme to accept.
Braydon had anticipated this.
“I understand the terms are harsh,” he said, “but I cannot entrust my life to anyone.
In my previous life, my soul was shattered.
The memory of that pain still lingers.” “Your soul was shattered in a past life?” Lukas asked, astonished.
How could a shattered soul have been reborn?
“Colette protected my soul,” Braydon said with a faint smile.
The name sent ripples of shock through the hall.
“Colette…” someone murmured.
They immediately thought of Sorin Schnell. Once believed dead, Sorin had vanished after defeating the Myriad Gods Mountain, his soul scattered across the cosmos.
“You’re Sorin Schnell!” the Grand Elder of the Medicine Sect exclaimed.
“You’re alive!” For years, it was thought that Sorin perished, but the truth was far more extraordinary.
“Come in, everyone,” Braydon said calmly, inviting the elders into the hall.
“I carry many secrets,” he told them.
“Because of this, a soul contract is necessary for anyone involved with me.” “Through it, you may access the tenth level path.
If you’re unwilling, I won’t force you.” The white-haired Second Ancestor broke the tense silence.
“Your secrets are too great.
Even your repeated reincarnations hold the mysteries of transcendence.” “Not to mention, you possess the essence of transcendence—the key to the tenth level tribulation.” The room finally understood why Braydon’s conditions were so strict.
The Second Ancestor made a choice.
“Those willing to see the path to the tenth level, remain here.
Those who are not, I will erase your memories of today.” This was a display of sincerity and trust.
Of the 125 elders, 95 chose to leave, understanding the gravity of Braydon’s offer.
Those who stayed began to forge the one-way soul contract.
“Take it.” Braydon sent a misty essence into the Second Ancestor’s forehead.
Moments later, the Second Ancestor opened his eyes, his aura wavering as he absorbed the level ten path’s insights.
The rest of the elders followed, forming their soul connections with Braydon.
In two hours, the Medicine Sect’s allegiance was sealed, marking the beginning of a profound and irreversible journey.