Chapter 2414: 2414
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"How dare you?!"
Though the old woman was the only one who spoke, gazes of fiery rage all aimed themselves toward Dyon as though seeking to tear him apart from their seats. However, they seemed to simultaneously disdain to take action themselves.
As for the old hook-nosed woman, she hadn't used even a single percent of her strength, so why would she fear Dyon? If anything, she was only a bit surprised that a mortal could survive such a thing.
Lilith couldn't help but look up toward Dyon's side profile, her heart filled with an inexplicable feeling.
Having grown up in Nightmare Palace, she had always had to fight for herself. She had countless half brothers and sisters and only managed to rise to the top due to her talent. After her mother passed giving birth to her two little brothers, there really was no one to look after her.
Instinctually, when she realized she shouldn't have spoken, she had prepared to fight it out. It was almost a surprise to her that Dyon took the initiative to shift all of the heat she was facing unto himself. It was a simple gesture, but her eyes almost spilled over with tears.
Dyon raised his hand from his pocket in a come here motion, completely missing Lilith's whirlwind of emotions. To him, it was only natural he become her shield.
Before the old woman could react, a jade bottle soared from her clean station and into Dyon's possession. Maybe it was only now that the old woman's rage froze over. How could a normal mortal do something like this under her nose?
Dyon's thumb flicked the cap of the jade bottle open, releasing a strong fragrance that made one feel comfortable.
"Don't …!"
The old woman tried to stop Dyon, but it was already too late. The jade bottle was opened and her slight frame could only tremble with unwillingness and anger.
"I'll kill you!"
Her aura surged. For a moment, the atmosphere became incredibly heavy, but the old woman suddenly panicked, restraining her strength immediately as though forgetting some sort of rule.
At first, Dyon was confused. Why was she angrier about him opening the jade bottle than him actually taking it? That seemed a bit backward. But, after a moment, he understood.
"No wonder why you're so angry. Your pills are such trash that unless they're immediately consumed after leaving their jade bottle, their percentage purity will tank."
Dyon poured the pills out into his hand. Compared to his perfectly round masterpieces, these pills were so crude that his face couldn't help but twist with disdain. They looked as though they had been half chewed by a cat or dog and spit out.
Seeing this, the surrounding alchemists were shocked. They could tell that Dyon wasn't putting on an act, he really did disdain these pills that even experts of this bubble world would fight tooth and nail for.
Just who was this person?
"Are you trying to kill your customers?" Dyon asked. "These pills are of the lowest low grade, bȧrėly at 20% purity. I guess you could call them lower venerable grade pills if your face was thick enough. But if any one person ate too many of them, they might as well give up their future rode of cultivation."
The old woman's face reddened with shame. However, she fiercely fought for control over her emotions. If she had killed Dyon with one strike, it would be fine. But, if she caused too much of a commotion, even if Dyon died, it would be her who was punished.
The enforcers of the guild should already be aware of what was happening. They wouldn't allow this mortal boy to flounder around for too long.
However, she couldn't grip onto this saving grace of a thought for long, because a moment later, Dyon soul qi swept forth. It was so powerful that the old woman and several of the other fringe alchemists froze.
Numerous miniature arrays appeared around the five pills in Dyon's palms. They bombarded them, deconstructing them to a fine level and remolding them.
The process took all of five minutes, yet what came out were four beautiful sparkling pills. Not a single hint of fragrance leaked out, but they only needed their eyes and senses to see exactly what this mortal boy had accomplished.
[Author's Note: Remember that reinforced pills regain their fragrance, but 90-100% pills (top grade) either have a very small amount (at 90%) or none at all (at 100%)]
"I could only manage to salvage four top grade pills from your hatchet job. This is what a true Immortal Essence Gathering pill looks like."
Dyon tossed the pills back into the jade bottle and threw it back toward the old woman.
She was caught so off guard that she only reacted last minute, putting her hand up frantically to catch it.
Not expecting the speed or power, her forearm broke beneath the impact, her weak greying bones piercing through her sagging skin.
Still, when she shrieked out in terror, it wasn't due to her pain, but rather because the pill bottle and pills themselves shattered under the impact, falling in a rain of dust.
Like a mad woman, she scrambled, trying to pick the remnants of the pill off of the ground, completely forgetting the state her arm was in.
In that moment, it was impossible to tell who was the true mortal.
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"How dare you?!"
Though the old woman was the only one who spoke, gazes of fiery rage all aimed themselves toward Dyon as though seeking to tear him apart from their seats. However, they seemed to simultaneously disdain to take action themselves.
As for the old hook-nosed woman, she hadn't used even a single percent of her strength, so why would she fear Dyon? If anything, she was only a bit surprised that a mortal could survive such a thing.
Lilith couldn't help but look up toward Dyon's side profile, her heart filled with an inexplicable feeling.
Having grown up in Nightmare Palace, she had always had to fight for herself. She had countless half brothers and sisters and only managed to rise to the top due to her talent. After her mother passed giving birth to her two little brothers, there really was no one to look after her.
Instinctually, when she realized she shouldn't have spoken, she had prepared to fight it out. It was almost a surprise to her that Dyon took the initiative to shift all of the heat she was facing unto himself. It was a simple gesture, but her eyes almost spilled over with tears.
Dyon raised his hand from his pocket in a come here motion, completely missing Lilith's whirlwind of emotions. To him, it was only natural he become her shield.
Before the old woman could react, a jade bottle soared from her clean station and into Dyon's possession. Maybe it was only now that the old woman's rage froze over. How could a normal mortal do something like this under her nose?
Dyon's thumb flicked the cap of the jade bottle open, releasing a strong fragrance that made one feel comfortable.
"Don't …!"
The old woman tried to stop Dyon, but it was already too late. The jade bottle was opened and her slight frame could only tremble with unwillingness and anger.
"I'll kill you!"
Her aura surged. For a moment, the atmosphere became incredibly heavy, but the old woman suddenly panicked, restraining her strength immediately as though forgetting some sort of rule.
At first, Dyon was confused. Why was she angrier about him opening the jade bottle than him actually taking it? That seemed a bit backward. But, after a moment, he understood.
"No wonder why you're so angry. Your pills are such trash that unless they're immediately consumed after leaving their jade bottle, their percentage purity will tank."
Dyon poured the pills out into his hand. Compared to his perfectly round masterpieces, these pills were so crude that his face couldn't help but twist with disdain. They looked as though they had been half chewed by a cat or dog and spit out.
Seeing this, the surrounding alchemists were shocked. They could tell that Dyon wasn't putting on an act, he really did disdain these pills that even experts of this bubble world would fight tooth and nail for.
Just who was this person?
"Are you trying to kill your customers?" Dyon asked. "These pills are of the lowest low grade, bȧrėly at 20% purity. I guess you could call them lower venerable grade pills if your face was thick enough. But if any one person ate too many of them, they might as well give up their future rode of cultivation."
The old woman's face reddened with shame. However, she fiercely fought for control over her emotions. If she had killed Dyon with one strike, it would be fine. But, if she caused too much of a commotion, even if Dyon died, it would be her who was punished.
The enforcers of the guild should already be aware of what was happening. They wouldn't allow this mortal boy to flounder around for too long.
However, she couldn't grip onto this saving grace of a thought for long, because a moment later, Dyon soul qi swept forth. It was so powerful that the old woman and several of the other fringe alchemists froze.
Numerous miniature arrays appeared around the five pills in Dyon's palms. They bombarded them, deconstructing them to a fine level and remolding them.
The process took all of five minutes, yet what came out were four beautiful sparkling pills. Not a single hint of fragrance leaked out, but they only needed their eyes and senses to see exactly what this mortal boy had accomplished.
[Author's Note: Remember that reinforced pills regain their fragrance, but 90-100% pills (top grade) either have a very small amount (at 90%) or none at all (at 100%)]
"I could only manage to salvage four top grade pills from your hatchet job. This is what a true Immortal Essence Gathering pill looks like."
Dyon tossed the pills back into the jade bottle and threw it back toward the old woman.
She was caught so off guard that she only reacted last minute, putting her hand up frantically to catch it.
Not expecting the speed or power, her forearm broke beneath the impact, her weak greying bones piercing through her sagging skin.
Still, when she shrieked out in terror, it wasn't due to her pain, but rather because the pill bottle and pills themselves shattered under the impact, falling in a rain of dust.
Like a mad woman, she scrambled, trying to pick the remnants of the pill off of the ground, completely forgetting the state her arm was in.
In that moment, it was impossible to tell who was the true mortal.
"How dare you?!" Though the old woman was the only one who spoke, gazes of fiery rage all aimed themselves toward Dyon as though seeking to tear him apart from their seats. However, they seemed to simultaneously disdain to take action themselves. As for the old hook-nosed woman, she hadn't used even a single percent of her strength, so why would she fear Dyon? If anything, she was only a bit surprised that a mortal could survive such a thing. Lilith couldn't help but look up toward Dyon's side profile, her heart filled with an inexplicable feeling. Having grown up in Nightmare Palace, she had always had to fight for herself. She had countless half brothers and sisters and only managed to rise to the top due to her talent. After her mother passed giving birth to her two little brothers, there really was no one to look after her. Instinctually, when she realized she shouldn't have spoken, she had prepared to fight it out. It was almost a surprise to her that Dyon took the initiative to shift all of the heat she was facing unto himself. It was a simple gesture, but her eyes almost spilled over with tears. Dyon raised his hand from his pocket in a come here motion, completely missing Lilith's whirlwind of emotions. To him, it was only natural he become her shield. Before the old woman could react, a jade bottle soared from her clean station and into Dyon's possession. Maybe it was only now that the old woman's rage froze over. How could a normal mortal do something like this under her nose? Dyon's thumb flicked the cap of the jade bottle open, releasing a strong fragrance that made one feel comfortable. "Don't !" The old woman tried to stop Dyon, but it was already too late. The jade bottle was opened and her slight frame could only tremble with unwillingness and anger. "I'll kill you!" Her aura surged. For a moment, the atmosphere became incredibly heavy, but the old woman suddenly panicked, restraining her strength immediately as though forgetting some sort of rule. At first, Dyon was confused. Why was she angrier about him opening the jade bottle than him actually taking it? That seemed a bit backward. But, after a moment, he understood. "No wonder why you're so angry. Your pills are such trash that unless they're immediately consumed after leaving their jade bottle, their percentage purity will tank." Dyon poured the pills out into his hand. Compared to his perfectly round masterpieces, these pills were so crude that his face couldn't help but twist with disdain. They looked as though they had been half chewed by a cat or dog and spit out. Seeing this, the surrounding alchemists were shocked. They could tell that Dyon wasn't putting on an act, he really did disdain these pills that even experts of this bubble world would fight tooth and nail for. Just who was this person? "Are you trying to kill your customers?" Dyon asked. "These pills are of the lowest low grade, brly at 20% purity. I guess you could call them lower venerable grade pills if your face was thick enough. But if any one person ate too many of them, they might as well give up their future rode of cultivation." The old woman's face reddened with shame. However, she fiercely fought for control over her emotions. If she had killed Dyon with one strike, it would be fine. But, if she caused too much of a commotion, even if Dyon died, it would be her who was punished. The enforcers of the guild should already be aware of what was happening. They wouldn't allow this mortal boy to flounder around for too long. However, she couldn't grip onto this saving grace of a thought for long, because a moment later, Dyon soul qi swept forth. It was so powerful that the old woman and several of the other fringe alchemists froze. Numerous miniature arrays appeared around the five pills in Dyon's palms. They bombarded them, deconstructing them to a fine level and remolding them. The process took all of five minutes, yet what came out were four beautiful sparkling pills. Not a single hint of fragrance leaked out, but they only needed their eyes and senses to see exactly what this mortal boy had accomplished. Author's Note: Remember that reinforced pills regain their fragrance, but 90-100% pills top grade either have a very small amount at 90% or none at all at 100% "I could only manage to salvage four top grade pills from your hatchet job. This is what a true Immortal Essence Gathering pill looks like." Dyon tossed the pills back into the jade bottle and threw it back toward the old woman. She was caught so off guard that she only reacted last minute, putting her hand up frantically to catch it. Not expecting the speed or power, her forearm broke beneath the impact, her weak greying bones piercing through her sagging skin. Still, when she shrieked out in terror, it wasn't due to her pain, but rather because the pill bottle and pills themselves shattered under the impact, falling in a rain of dust. Like a mad woman, she scrambled, trying to pick the remnants of the pill off of the ground, completely forgetting the state her arm was in. In that moment, it was impossible to tell who was the true mortal.
