Chapter 1604: 1604
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Weeks later, Yandevere sat in her cell stunned.
After Dyon said he would sever her meridians, she felt nothing but despair. It wasn't that the martial world didn't know about Meridian Nurturing pills, but rather that no one would ever bet their lives on them.
For one, they were o.b.s.c.e.n.ely expensive. Even if one was somehow lucky enough to have a Moon Lord willing to concoct them for free, the spiritual ingredients would bankrupt any Sect or Clan ranked below 40 instantly.
Secondly, the success rate was tied to the purity of the pill! Meaning, if the pill created was only 20% pure, then its likelihood of success was also only 1 in 5. One might think that this wasn't such a big deal since pills, even the worst, were normally around 50-60% pure, but those only referred to normal pills!
One had to understand that within the Sapientia Guilds, there was only a single Moon Lord alchemist, the Head of the Alchemy Guild! Even if one took into account all of the Moon Lord alchemists of the tower quadrants, there wouldn't be more than 15 to 20 total.
With such a shortage of Moon Lords, it obviously followed suit that the legacy of alchemy within the tower quadrants was incredibly poor, so how could their purity rate be high?
This was why the guilds almost unanimously wanted to leave Dyon be after learning he was a Moon Lord. With alchemic legacies being so scarce, the only way to learn more was by conferencing between experts. This made every new Moon Lord an incomparably valuable resource.
Simply put, even the best Moon Lord of the tower quadrants would only be able to guarantee 30% purity of a Moon Grade pill at most. How could Yandevere feel good about such odds even if it might give her a chance to reclaim her lost Orders?
From what she knew, Dyon was likely just a recently promoted Moon Lord. In all likelihood, he might have moon qi, but not have the knowledge backing it. But who would have expected him to not only concoct the pill in just a few days, but also produce a 92% pure pill?!
What made Yandevere's lip twitched was the fact Dyon all but threw a tantrum after seeing this result. He knew quite well that this 92% purity was only a result of Battle Cauldron and the fact he had used Planet Qi to concoct a pill that only needed Moon Qi. Without these factors, his pill would have been 50% pure at most. How could Dyon not be disappointed in himself?
While he had spent his third trial of the Epistemic Tower studying comet grade knowledge, he hadn't spent nearly as much time on the moon grade, now he had suddenly advanced to the planet grade. His knowledge was lagging far behind his prowess and he didn't like it.
In the end, Yandevere could only steady her heart. She didn't know why she was so moved… He was only healing her because having a crippled servant would be inconvenient. So, she bitterly swallowed the pill and began to circulate its medicinal essence.
**
Outside the Golden Flame Mystical World, just several thousand miles from the hottest star of their tower quadrants, the various dao experts had begun to grow restless. Everyone here knew that the mystical world only had three phases, one year each. By now, the third year had wrapped up for a few months already, yet there wasn't a sign of anyone coming out.
The only ones who didn't seem worried at all were the members of the Golden Crow Sect. In fact, faint excitement could be seen on the faces of their elders. To them, the fact that there was this abnormality was a good thing, not a bad thing. They believed that this meant their Ancestor had finally accomplished his goal and was now tying up loose ends.
Although some of them were a bit worried about what the deaths of so many geniuses would entail, others thought it would be fine. After all, everyone knew how dangerous the mystical world was, especially when it came to the third phase. Yet, they had sent all their disciples in anyway.
Still, those who were nervous thought it was better to make some plans now. After all, the upper echelons of their Sects had gone off to the conference already. It wasn't a good idea to anger those other Clans without their backing, not yet, anyway.
This aside, clearly, due to the interference with the mystical world, Christian III's soul jade had yet to shatter, so their moods were quite good.
Vice Master Melisende bit her lip silently. Somehow, it was then that Dyon's promise resonated in her ear. Oddly enough, this made her relax slightly all before she began to berate herself. Listening to the blind promises of arrogant, handsome young men? Was she a teenage girl?
Melisende finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw this. It seemed like it was finally the turn of the Golden Crow Sect elders to sweat a bit.
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Weeks later, Yandevere sat in her cell stunned.
After Dyon said he would sever her meridians, she felt nothing but despair. It wasn't that the martial world didn't know about Meridian Nurturing pills, but rather that no one would ever bet their lives on them.
For one, they were o.b.s.c.e.n.ely expensive. Even if one was somehow lucky enough to have a Moon Lord willing to concoct them for free, the spiritual ingredients would bankrupt any Sect or Clan ranked below 40 instantly.
Secondly, the success rate was tied to the purity of the pill! Meaning, if the pill created was only 20% pure, then its likelihood of success was also only 1 in 5. One might think that this wasn't such a big deal since pills, even the worst, were normally around 50-60% pure, but those only referred to normal pills!
One had to understand that within the Sapientia Guilds, there was only a single Moon Lord alchemist, the Head of the Alchemy Guild! Even if one took into account all of the Moon Lord alchemists of the tower quadrants, there wouldn't be more than 15 to 20 total.
With such a shortage of Moon Lords, it obviously followed suit that the legacy of alchemy within the tower quadrants was incredibly poor, so how could their purity rate be high?
This was why the guilds almost unanimously wanted to leave Dyon be after learning he was a Moon Lord. With alchemic legacies being so scarce, the only way to learn more was by conferencing between experts. This made every new Moon Lord an incomparably valuable resource.
Simply put, even the best Moon Lord of the tower quadrants would only be able to guarantee 30% purity of a Moon Grade pill at most. How could Yandevere feel good about such odds even if it might give her a chance to reclaim her lost Orders?
From what she knew, Dyon was likely just a recently promoted Moon Lord. In all likelihood, he might have moon qi, but not have the knowledge backing it. But who would have expected him to not only concoct the pill in just a few days, but also produce a 92% pure pill?!
What made Yandevere's lip twitched was the fact Dyon all but threw a tantrum after seeing this result. He knew quite well that this 92% purity was only a result of Battle Cauldron and the fact he had used Planet Qi to concoct a pill that only needed Moon Qi. Without these factors, his pill would have been 50% pure at most. How could Dyon not be disappointed in himself?
While he had spent his third trial of the Epistemic Tower studying comet grade knowledge, he hadn't spent nearly as much time on the moon grade, now he had suddenly advanced to the planet grade. His knowledge was lagging far behind his prowess and he didn't like it.
In the end, Yandevere could only steady her heart. She didn't know why she was so moved… He was only healing her because having a crippled servant would be inconvenient. So, she bitterly swallowed the pill and began to circulate its medicinal essence.
**
Outside the Golden Flame Mystical World, just several thousand miles from the hottest star of their tower quadrants, the various dao experts had begun to grow restless. Everyone here knew that the mystical world only had three phases, one year each. By now, the third year had wrapped up for a few months already, yet there wasn't a sign of anyone coming out.
The only ones who didn't seem worried at all were the members of the Golden Crow Sect. In fact, faint excitement could be seen on the faces of their elders. To them, the fact that there was this abnormality was a good thing, not a bad thing. They believed that this meant their Ancestor had finally accomplished his goal and was now tying up loose ends.
Although some of them were a bit worried about what the deaths of so many geniuses would entail, others thought it would be fine. After all, everyone knew how dangerous the mystical world was, especially when it came to the third phase. Yet, they had sent all their disciples in anyway.
Still, those who were nervous thought it was better to make some plans now. After all, the upper echelons of their Sects had gone off to the conference already. It wasn't a good idea to anger those other Clans without their backing, not yet, anyway.
This aside, clearly, due to the interference with the mystical world, Christian III's soul jade had yet to shatter, so their moods were quite good.
Vice Master Melisende bit her lip silently. Somehow, it was then that Dyon's promise resonated in her ear. Oddly enough, this made her relax slightly all before she began to berate herself. Listening to the blind promises of arrogant, handsome young men? Was she a teenage girl?
Melisende finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw this. It seemed like it was finally the turn of the Golden Crow Sect elders to sweat a bit.
Weeks later, Yandevere sat in her cell stunned. After Dyon said he would sever her meridians, she felt nothing but despair. It wasn't that the martial world didn't know about Meridian Nurturing pills, but rather that no one would ever bet their lives on them. For one, they were o.b.s.c.e.n.ely expensive. Even if one was somehow lucky enough to have a Moon Lord willing to concoct them for free, the spiritual ingredients would bankrupt any Sect or Clan ranked below 40 instantly. Secondly, the success rate was tied to the purity of the pill! Meaning, if the pill created was only 20% pure, then its likelihood of success was also only 1 in 5. One might think that this wasn't such a big deal since pills, even the worst, were normally around 50-60% pure, but those only referred to normal pills! One had to understand that within the Sapientia Guilds, there was only a single Moon Lord alchemist, the Head of the Alchemy Guild! Even if one took into account all of the Moon Lord alchemists of the tower quadrants, there wouldn't be more than 15 to 20 total. With such a shortage of Moon Lords, it obviously followed suit that the legacy of alchemy within the tower quadrants was incredibly poor, so how could their purity rate be high? This was why the guilds almost unanimously wanted to leave Dyon be after learning he was a Moon Lord. With alchemic legacies being so scarce, the only way to learn more was by conferencing between experts. This made every new Moon Lord an incomparably valuable resource. Simply put, even the best Moon Lord of the tower quadrants would only be able to guarantee 30% purity of a Moon Grade pill at most. How could Yandevere feel good about such odds even if it might give her a chance to reclaim her lost Orders? From what she knew, Dyon was likely just a recently promoted Moon Lord. In all likelihood, he might have moon qi, but not have the knowledge backing it. But who would have expected him to not only concoct the pill in just a few days, but also produce a 92% pure pill?! What made Yandevere's lip twitched was the fact Dyon all but threw a tantrum after seeing this result. He knew quite well that this 92% purity was only a result of Battle Cauldron and the fact he had used Planet Qi to concoct a pill that only needed Moon Qi. Without these factors, his pill would have been 50% pure at most. How could Dyon not be disappointed in himself? While he had spent his third trial of the Epistemic Tower studying comet grade knowledge, he hadn't spent nearly as much time on the moon grade, now he had suddenly advanced to the planet grade. His knowledge was lagging far behind his prowess and he didn't like it. In the end, Yandevere could only steady her heart. She didn't know why she was so moved He was only healing her because having a crippled servant would be inconvenient. So, she bitterly swallowed the pill and began to circulate its medicinal essence. ** Outside the Golden Flame Mystical World, just several thousand miles from the hottest star of their tower quadrants, the various dao experts had begun to grow restless. Everyone here knew that the mystical world only had three phases, one year each. By now, the third year had wrapped up for a few months already, yet there wasn't a sign of anyone coming out. The only ones who didn't seem worried at all were the members of the Golden Crow Sect. In fact, faint excitement could be seen on the faces of their elders. To them, the fact that there was this abnormality was a good thing, not a bad thing. They believed that this meant their Ancestor had finally accomplished his goal and was now tying up loose ends. Although some of them were a bit worried about what the deaths of so many geniuses would entail, others thought it would be fine. After all, everyone knew how dangerous the mystical world was, especially when it came to the third phase. Yet, they had sent all their disciples in anyway. Still, those who were nervous thought it was better to make some plans now. After all, the upper echelons of their Sects had gone off to the conference already. It wasn't a good idea to anger those other Clans without their backing, not yet, anyway. This aside, clearly, due to the interference with the mystical world, Christian III's soul jade had yet to shatter, so their moods were quite good. Vice Master Melisende bit her lip silently. Somehow, it was then that Dyon's promise resonated in her ear. Oddly enough, this made her relax slightly all before she began to berate herself. Listening to the blind promises of arrogant, handsome young men? Was she a teenage girl? Melisende finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw this. It seemed like it was finally the turn of the Golden Crow Sect elders to sweat a bit.
