Everyone here was part of the cultivator circle and knew a thing or two about how this worked. Pills had to be made one by one. Was this man trying to be funny making all ten at once? Even Colter Finnegan, Eliam's master, would not do something like that. Just then, Eliam let out a loud peal of laughter. "The guy doesn't even know the basics! He's all talk. What a joke." The crowd laughed along. Leonard turned away, wanting nothing more than for the ground to open up and swallow him. Wilbur held out his arms, and two separate spiritual flames appeared beneath the cauldron. "He's at the Ambience level?" Everyone looked at Wilbur in disbelief, hardly daring to believe their eyes. No wonder this man could afford to talk a big talk. So, he was a prime Ambience level cultivator himself. Leonard stared at Wilbur in shock, and so did Catelyn. Eliam and Jon exchanged glances, their expressions turning even colder. Amon and the rest of the Eldor Four exchanged glances of shock
The crowd seemed to heave a sigh of relief at this as if they had expected this to happen. There would be nothing special about alchemy if anyone could master it just like that! Eliam stood up. "Are you saying that you failed at pill-making, then?" Everyone looked at Wilbur, waiting for him to speak up. Eliam's wrath would be unleashed on Wilbur the second he admitted he had failed. There was no way the chairman was going to let this shameless young man go either, not until he drew his last breath. Amon and the others were practically on the edge of their seats. They would have rushed over if they were not wary of Wilbur's Ambience level power. This man was out to ruin their plan, and there was no way he was getting out of there alive. Just as everyone was waiting for Wilbur to speak up, he said, "They might be defective, but they're far better than the shit your master made." He tossed the pill he was holding back into the cauldron after that. According to his Dragonsoul
Bruce turned purple in the face as he stared at the pill, unable to get a word out. Even a layman would be able to tell the difference between the two Spiritual Pills. There was nothing Bruce could say, be it in defense or in denial. The other businessmen and cultivators stared at Wilbur dumbly, unable to believe that this alchemist was so young. He was young, and he had made such a perfect Spiritual Pill… no, ten Spiritual Pills in one go! This man was practically a genius. Eliam's master could hardly compare to Wilbur, let alone Eliam himself. Eliam, Jon, Amon, and the rest turned to look at Bruce amidst their shock, waiting for him to say something. It was clear that Wilbur had proven himself, and he had not been exaggerating about his skills in the slightest. Now that the Spiritual Pills were completed, it was time to judge if the Fleeceflower was actually real or not. Of course, these men knew that the Fleeceflower would not be able to pass the inspection for sure. I
Wilbur merely smirked in the face of the attack, retaliating with a swift blow of his own at the very last second. A razor-sharp spiritual blade shot out, knocking Eliam's blow away and striking his body. Eliam was sent flying like a rag doll, collapsing on the ground. He was bleeding all over and could not even get up. Everyone could hardly believe their eyes. Eliam was at least a mid Ambience level cultivator, yet he was taken down just like that. They stared at Wilbur with their jaws agape. Bruce could no longer hold himself back. He slammed a fist on the table, pushing himself to his feet and making his way over to Wilbur as he launched an attack. "How dare you fight back, you shameless bastard! You're going down today." Bruce was waiting for Wilbur to take Eliam down, or he would not have a reason to attack him. What he was shocked at, however, was how quickly Eliam had lost. The tension escalated infinitely as soon as Bruce launched his first attack. Spiritual e
Bruce's defeat had lost them their last line of support. There was no stopping Wilbur now if they refused to admit what they had done. But admitting to the scheme would be digging their own grave too. Even the businessmen and cultivators in this room would tear them down, let alone Leonard and Wilbur. The target of the scheme was Leonard, but they had also fooled everyone else here in the meantime. Things were not going to end well for them now that Bruce was down. Just then, the rest of the businessmen and cultivators were returning to their senses bit by bit. If Bruce had the nerve to scam Leonard, would that not make them far easier victims? These people in power hardly cared about them, hatching up a scheme this elaborate to fool everyone. The crowd began to murmur among themselves. These murmurs grew louder and louder, turning into shouts and complaints. Amon, Reed, and Brody turned pale as ghosts, unsure of what to do. Jon let out a sigh, getting to his feet. "Lad
A deafening sound rang through the air. Wilbur collided with Bruce's arms, both of them crashing through the walls and falling over ten stories down. Wilbur landed on both feet, leaving a deep well in the ground. Bruce was far more terrifying, his landing leaving a crater in the ground over a few meters wide. He continued to laugh, staring at Wilbur with bloodshot eyes. "How dare you ruin my plan, you imbecile. I'm going to kill you." "Oh, there's no rush for that. Could you tell me where you got that from first?" Wilbur was practically drooling as he stared at the Crystal Bone lodged in Bruce's chest. That was a Crystal Bone for sure, just like the one Sterling Jenkins, the chairman of Pentagon Group had gifted him in defeat. It was the perfect offering. Wilbur was desperate to get his hands on it. What he did not understand, however, was how someone like Bruce had gotten his hands on something so terrifying. Could it be pure coincidence or fate? Wilbur wanted noth
As Bruce and Wilbur's battle went on, Bruce started to realize that he could not land any solid blows on Wilbur. It was impossible! He had activated the Crystal Bone, which meant that he was definitely as powerful as a mid Sanctuary level cultivator. So why was he still unable to take this guy down? Bruce was furious, losing all reasoning as he exploded with rage. After all, the power held in the Crystal Bone was more than he could handle. The Crystal Bone at his chest shone with a blinding glow, and Bruce let out a howl of pain. His body began to grow again at the same time, muscles bulging as he now stood at a new height of roughly eight meters. There were several bony crystal outgrowths poking out of various parts of his body as his spear-like arms grew several longer. An overwhelming wave of spiritual pressure enveloped the air within a hundred-meter radius as Bruce's bulging eyes turned completely red. He had turned into a feral beast for good. His new power was robbin
The power of the runic pillar shocked all the onlookers. Their hearts seemed to stop beating at the sight of it, their expressions twisted in pain. The attack was too sudden and too intense, and everyone was certain that it would be impossible to avoid. A blow that could not be avoided and had the power to destroy everything. That was truly terrifying. The crowd's agonized expressions turned hopeless at once. Bruce was far too powerful in this new form. Even Wilbur's heavy blow had not been enough to kill him. He was clearly unstoppable. Only Amon, Reed, and Brody seemed to perk up with glee. Even if Bruce would not recover from losing his mind, the only way out for the three of them was if Wilbur died. Wilbur himself was shocked too. Bruce's attack had caught him off-guard, as Wilbur did not expect his blade energy to be deflected. The pillar of runes was clearly a condensation of the Crystal Bone's energy. Wilbur would not be able to avoid the blow, nor could he face it