But now, his qi cultivation had almost been sacrificed at an alter for the sake of his vastly improved body.
Before, his Meridians had been of the Third Grade, but now they were of the First Grade. His muscle fibers had become like threaded steel cords, brimming with explosiveness and power. In addition, he could faintly feel that his Mind's Eye was more sensitive than it had been.
Any cultivation he did now would take a fraction of the time it took before!
This pill truly had miraculous effects, but the price for receiving such benefits was steep as well. If one wanted to improve their talent with this method, just how long would an untalented person take to reach the Celestial Realm? And even if they did, would they have as much qi to sacrifice as Pjisel who was a Fourth Order genius despite the circumstances of his upbringing?
Pjisel's eyes lit up with excitement, bowing his head once more, he spoke with pure happiness.
"Thank you master!"
Dyon smiled. "That was just the first gift. How could I give my only disciple something I created so casually?"
With a thought, Dyon's divine sense reached out toward a certain research lab, sneakily taking a drop of Jade Queen Bee Honey without them noticing. Then, he took out a certain pill, brimming with an oppressive aura. It was none other than the Martial Saint Pill.
The pill casually floated to Pjisel's hands.
"Take this first, then be ready to accept this drop of honey a moment later."
Pjisel looked at the large pill in his hand. Somehow, despite looking far more ancient and less resplendent than his master's pill, it still made his heart shake uncontrollably. He could tell that this pill far surpassed the Cultivation Cleansing Pill in value.
And that honey… Isn't that Jade Queen Bee Honey?!
With a solemn and silent demeanor, Pjisel directly swallowed the pill.
In an instant, his meridians pulsed awake with a fierce life force.
Dyon silently watched, completely focused.
The effect of his pill was a surprise even to him. Before this, his best enhancement was three time over, he hadn't expected to jump directly to nine times. Though it was just a grandmaster grade pill, it was still significant as seen by its heaven defying
That made him think, maybe there were some other possibilities he hadn't previously thought of. For example… What if the effects of the Jade Honey and Martial Saint Pill were combined?
Because of the cultivation cleansing pill, Pjisel's meridians had been brought back to the state of immaturity, making this the perfect time to take the Martial Saint Pill.
Normally, the Jade Honey was enough to instantly bring anyone's meridians up a single grade. However, it couldn't do so if someone's meridians were already of the first grade…. Usually, that is.
The moment Pjisel's Divine Pulse was about to form under the influence of the Martial Saint Pill, the drop of honey shot forward. Pjisel couldn't even react before a sweet taste filled his mouth, warming his torso and spreading throughout his body.
The sound of a shattering barrier resounded as Pjisel's meridians underwent another explosive size increase, expanding several times over.
Pjisel almost subconsciously understood what to do. Without hesitation, he began to form his extra meridians.
In the end, the energy of the Jade Honey didn't stop until he had formed two more.
Dyon chuckled. 'Have another.'
Several drops whipped forward. In an instant, the energy that had begun to dissipate surged forward.
A roar escaped Pjisel's lips.
114 meridians… 115… 116… 117!
If a third party was observing Dyon's actions, they would find them to be ridiculous. What was the point in using so many treasures to form an unparalleled genius from an average genius? If these resources were used on someone who was already an unparalleled genius, just what kind of effect would it have?
To such people, Dyon would scoff at their stupidity because he had two reasons that superseded everything else in importance.
First, Pjisel's character was perfect. Even if Dyon found a genius many times his better, how could he so easily trust them with such treasures? It might one day come back to bite him.
And second… There was a very important aspect of Pjisel that had been forgotten. Just what was the reason behind his strand shapeshifting ability?
Pjisel couldn't believe what was happening to him. He felt as though he had leaped over heaven's gate in a single bound. Was this the power of powerful Clans?
How could Pjisel know that even the Nephilim Alliance didn't dare to spend resources like this so freely? Though the outer clans had Martial Saint pills as well, they would at most use two to three per generation. To now, Dyon had already used at least several times that.
Of course, Dyon's goal was much different. He didn't believe the mortal plane had a future if he didn't unify it all in a single lifetime. Therefore, he wasn't stingy with his use of resources. What was the point if they just rot after his death?
Therefore, Dyon planned to use all of his wealth. If he ended up failing in the end again, he didn't want to leave any regret behind.
"M-master… This… It's too much…" Tears uncontrollably fell from Pjisel's eyes. No matter how he tried to stop them, they didn't seem to be willing to listen to his commands.
The last time he cried was when his mother died. In all these years, he had held it all in, never allowing others to see through to his true emotions. But for whatever reason, he didn't seem capable of doing this now.
Dyon kneeled to face Pjisel, patting his shoulder. "There's no need to feel this way. Your Master is a Star Lord, if I didn't give you at least this much, I'd feel too ashamed."
Dyon laughed. "I remember when your Grand Master accepted me as a disciple, she gave me a whole treasure trove, a Treasure of the 33 Heavens, and her and my Uncle Master's blood essence. In truth, I feel like I'm still lacking."
