Chapter 2096: Transcendence Pill Chapter 2096: Transcendence Pill Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Braydon Neal’s eyes were heavy with exhaustion.
The spiritual power of this Dharma Idol was far weaker than that of his main body.
He had just signed a soul contract with Ivanna Qualey and had expended too much soul power in the process.
Ivanna felt as if she was being used, but she didn’t realize he truly was using her.
After treating Wilma Nilles well for an entire month, he thought he should at least make her recognize his importance.
Without any sense of urgency, Wilma still couldn’t see him as someone significant in her life.
Braydon didn’t return to his own residence.
Instead, he walked toward Wilma’s pavilion.
Standing before the tightly shut door, he paused in silence for a moment.
Finally, he knocked.
The door didn’t open.
Instead, Wilma’s cold and disgusted voice came from within.
“Get lost!
Go find your Ivanna Qualey!” Her icy words dimmed the light in Braydon’s eyes.
He bent down, placed a small jade bottle at the door, and turned to leave.
Inside, Wilma watched Braydon’s every move.
When she saw him leave the jade bottle at the door, anger flared within her.
This man!
After playing around with that vile woman, Ivanna, he dared to come back and act considerate toward her?
Fuming, Wilma flung the door open.
She grabbed the jade bottle from the ground and clenched it in her hand.
Energy surged through her body, and with a sudden burst of force, the jade bottle shattered into fragments!
A shard of the bottle, propelled by her energy, flew toward Braydon.
Braydon didn’t dodge.
The shard sliced across his handsome face, leaving a bloody mark.
Wilma’s heart trembled.
She wanted to say something, but her anger over what Braydon had done held her back.
His figure grew smaller and smaller, eventually fading from her sight.
She looked down at the pill now wrapped in spiritual energy in her hand.
“I’d like to see what kind of game you’re playing now,” she muttered.
Waving her hand, she dispersed the spiritual energy surrounding the pill.
A rich medicinal fragrance immediately wafted out.
The scent made Wilma’s body freeze.
This was… a transcendence pill!
She had been stuck at the ultimate peak realm for a long time, tirelessly searching for a transcendence pill.
Yet these pills were exceedingly rare and outrageously expensive.
In a world brimming with peak experts, who wouldn’t want to take the next step and transcend?
However, the materials for such a pill were nearly impossible to obtain.
Even someone as prodigious as Wilma struggled to acquire one.
She had once approached Ivanna for help, only to be refused.
And now, here it was—a transcendence pill in her hand.
Her gaze grew unfocused.
Holding this pill meant transforming from a carp into a dragon.
It would grant her the strength to enter the inner sect and the power to defend herself, even against those who wished her harm.
But why… why did holding it make her feel so heavy-hearted?
How had Braydon managed to get his hands on something so precious?
Who had helped him?
Her mind suddenly flashed to a scene from the bamboo forest at the foot of the mountain—the one she had sensed earlier.
Ivanna’s sly, meaningful smile replayed in her thoughts.
How could she, as intelligent as she was, not piece it together?
This had all been a calculated scheme.
Ivanna had plotted to take Braydon for herself.
She had summoned him to the foot of the mountain, orchestrated an encounter, and created the scandalous scene Wilma had witnessed.
Ivanna had likely traded this pill to Braydon, knowing it would cause a rift between him and Wilma.
She wanted to make him feel abandoned, to push him into despair.
Tears slid down Wilma’s cheeks as she clutched the transcendence pill tightly.
Compared to Braydon, she needed this pill far more.
Yet, she had been the one to hurt someone who loved her deeply.
For reasons she couldn’t fully understand, she realized she couldn’t bear to lose Braydon—even after just a month together.
Perhaps it was his quiet demeanor or the warmth he exuded.
Perhaps it was the way he always thought of her, made her feel cared for.
Wilma rushed to Braydon’s pavilion.
When she arrived, she pushed the door open and looked around.
“Braydon, where are you?
Come out!
I didn’t mean to get angry at you!” “Didn’t you say you liked me?
I… I’ll agree to be your path companion!” Her voice echoed through the empty attic.
There was no reply.
The only presence in the attic was Wilma herself.
She stood in silence, despair washing over her.
She had lost the man who spoke little but always treated her with gentle care.
“Braydon, you must have been hurting just now,” she murmured, her mind replaying the sight of the jade shard cutting across his face.
That bloody scar felt like it had carved a wound into her own heart.
Sitting down, Wilma inhaled the faint fragrance of the room.
The tea on the table was still warm—as if Braydon had just been there.
Suddenly, she realized something.
Her perception expanded outward instantly.
The tea was still warm.
That meant Braydon hadn’t left.
At a small stream halfway up the mountain, Braydon crouched quietly, watching the fish swim in the water.
He didn’t want to resort to this plan, but there was no other way.
The Lotus Feather Pavilion had no excuse to hold back Benaiah Strunk.
If they delayed any longer, Benaiah would return, and the consequences for the Myriad Demon Sect would be dire.
Even if the Myriad Demon Mountain survived, the sect itself would not.
Braydon’s face turned pale, and he lay down weakly by the stream, his breathing shallow.
He had already constructed a plausible excuse for himself: a backlash caused by overextending his mental power.
Soon, he closed his eyes and fainted.
“Found him!” Back in the pavilion, Wilma’s eyes lit up.
Braydon hadn’t left.
She still had a chance to explain.
Calming herself, she adjusted her expression and teleported toward Braydon’s aura with a faint smile.
“Braydon, I…”