The Strongest War God

Chapter 2048: Big Green Eyes Chapter 2048: Big Green Eyes Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation The Medicine Sect’s Second Ancestor sighed.

A black light flickered between his fingers before shooting into Braydon Neal’s body.

Both sides had upheld their promises.

This was because the Medicine Sect dared not break the contract.

If you regret obtaining something, do you think the Lotus Feather Pavilion would let it slide?

Once the Lotus Feather Pavilion learned that the tenth level cultivation path had been tricked out of Braydon, Scipio Langdon and Elder Juntenen would undoubtedly act.  They would annihilate the Medicine Sect to prevent the tenth level cultivation path from being leaked.

Thus, the two sides reached a full cooperation.

Braydon decided to stop hiding.

“I have indeed cultivated Colette’s path.

The 10,000 incarnations of tribulation I’ve transformed into are scattered across the world and are about to transcend.

When the time comes, I hope everyone in the Medicine Sect will work hard to cultivate them!” “The banished immortals’ tribulation bodies…

what an incredible undertaking,” Lukas Isenhour sighed, speaking gravely.

“We’ve already agreed to help.

From now on, the Medicine Sect will fully support the banished immortals’ tribulation bodies.

However, you know as well as I do that no force can push a cultivator to the tenth level.” “Just do everything you can,” Braydon replied, knowing the task would strain the Medicine Sect’s resources.

But a deal was a deal.

Smiling, Braydon added, “If anyone from the Medicine Sect breaks through to level ten, contact me immediately.

I have two paths for you to choose from.” “Two paths?” Rusty Neal and Everett Neal turned to Braydon in unison, their curiosity piqued.

Even Kreig Jordahl glanced over, exasperated.

“Brother, that’s too much!” “Exactly!

Why didn’t you tell us about the second path?” Rusty protested like a child throwing a tantrum.

Braydon’s tone turned cold.

“Haven’t you had enough of the calamity from back then?

Do you want to experience it again?” Everett and Rusty instantly fell silent.

They understood that the second path Braydon mentioned likely came from that mysterious and terrifying being—Braydon’s teacher.

It was only natural for such a figure to provide guidance in advance.

However, if outsiders knew of this, it would certainly raise complications.

Braydon sent a secret voice transmission to Kreig.

“There are things I’m not sure I should tell you.

It’s better if outsiders spread the word.” “Understood,” Kreig replied with a subtle smirk, grasping Braydon’s intent.

If the mysterious figure had forbidden Braydon from sharing the information, and he told others anyway, those others might face dire consequences.

Better an outsider suffer than one of their own.

Though it sounded harsh, it was practical.

“What?” The two white-haired elders were astonished.

“You really obtained the level eleven inheritance in the saint ruins?” “These two little ones are the reincarnations of Lennon Jury,” Braydon said with a soft laugh.

“Why did you have to sell us out too?” Rusty grumbled.

“It’s fine.

Their lives are in my hands,” Everett said, clearly resigned.

There was no other way—the lives of the two brothers were entirely in Braydon’s control.

The Medicine Sect elder was stunned.

Who could have imagined that these two seemingly ordinary boys were actually Lennon’s reincarnations?

Their background was staggering.

Lukas looked at Kreig, visibly shaken.

Though young, Kreig’s demeanor hinted at a deeper, more complex identity.

“And who is this senior?” Lukas asked cautiously.

“Kreig Jordahl, reincarnated,” Kreig answered directly.

Now that identities were exposed, there was no harm in revealing more.

The Medicine Sect members finally understood why Braydon’s terms had been so demanding.

Not only had this man gained Lennon’s inheritance, but he had also brought along walking level eleven inheritances.

If this information leaked…

It would draw the attention of every transcendent-level expert, focusing entirely on these two boys.

“If anyone from the Medicine Sect reaches level ten, come to me to discuss the path,” Kreig offered.

“I have extensive experience researching the tenth level.” “Thank you, Senior Kreig!” the Medicine Sect elders said, finally realizing just how monumental their alliance with Braydon was.

After some more discussion, Braydon stood up.

“Alright, we should be on our way.” If they delayed any longer, Elder Juntenen would come looking for them.

The group left the Medicine Sect and returned to the small courtyard via their original path.

“Done sightseeing?” Elder Juntenen yawned.

“Just a stroll,” Braydon replied, keeping the deal with the Medicine Sect to himself—it was a personal matter.

“Whether it’s the Medicine Sect or others,” Elder Juntenen warned, “their goal is to seize the inheritance you hold.

Don’t let them take advantage of you.” “Speaking of the tenth level,” Braydon teased, “I’ve gained some insight in the saint region.

Want to hear it?” “Let’s hear it,” Elder Juntenen said, setting his wine gourd aside.

He knew Braydon likely held secrets—perhaps even a level eleven inheritance.

Any knowledge Braydon shared might illuminate his own path forward.

“There is a cultivation path,” Braydon began, “a level eleven inheritance.

From what I know, only the founders of the eight great cosmoses have achieved it.

But this path…” Suddenly, the surrounding space shifted.

A green-haired eye appeared above them, radiating a terrifying aura as it locked onto Braydon.

“F*ck!” Rusty and Everett clung to each other in terror.

One grabbed onto their father’s leg while the other scrambled onto his shoulder, trying to cover his mouth with trembling hands.

“Please, don’t say another word!” Rusty pleaded, his face even greener than the eye’s hair.

The last time they faced this terror, the brothers were nearly scared to death.

And now, just days later, Braydon had stirred up trouble again.

“Some things cannot be said!” Kreig warned, shaking his head.

Braydon froze, unable to move under the eye’s oppressive gaze.

A chilling, ancient voice echoed through the void, its meaning clear: “Where is your soul?” Braydon hesitated before answering, “It…

ran away from home.” The green eye visibly paused, seemingly at a loss for words.

A living person whose soul had wandered off—and who showed no urgency to retrieve it?

Such absurdity was unmatched.

The eye issued a final warning: “Some things must not be spoken.” Then it vanished.

Braydon exhaled in relief as the oppressive force lifted.

Everyone collapsed, struggling to catch their breath.

“Father, I’m begging you,” Rusty whimpered.

“No more of this, please!”