Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Dyon awoke from his stupor to find several million Beast Nurturing Pills lying around him. He couldn't help but scratch the back of his head in embarrassment. He hadn't meant to make this much, he just lost himself in the moment.

When he thought about it, though, considering the birth rate of rodents, it's likely that he would need this many. Although celestial hamsters had strikingly low fertilities, that was because they were already an evolved species. The far lesser members of their race had no such problem.

With one sweep of his hands, the millions of brown, fragrant pills disappeared into the Demon Sage Pill Room. After all, as a war machine, how could it not have one? Not only could it store several times this number of pills, it could also stop their medicinal efficacy from decreasing.

"Young Master –" A purple robed alchemist with a head of violet hair interrupted by streaks of white stepped toward Dyon with large, blinking eyes. "No, Grandmaster, Elder of the highest esteem. Please take me as your disciple!"

Stella and Sarid choked on air. Alchemists, especially the ones of the Belmont family were arrogant beyond belief. Even Stella, their very own Princess, had to beg and plead for a single pill. Yet, half a dozen of them were grovelling before Dyon?

Dyon raised an eyebrow. "My disciple? How old are you and what is your level of proficiency?"

The six alchemists, especially the one who spoke, coughed in embarrassment. "Just a few hundred years old… Master level…" They replied softly.

Stella snorted. "More like several thousand." She would never miss an opportunity to get these old bastards back. " ~~Uuuuunncccclllleeeee, you wouldn't forget about your niece, would you?"

Seeing Stella's shameless change in demeanor, Sarid couldn't help but back away with a disgusted look on his face. But, when he thought back to his Uncle casually gifting him a Spiritual grade weapon, he realized that maybe he was being a bit bougie.

Dyon chuckled at Stella's antics, rubbing her hair. "Sure. Just tell me what kind of pills you need."

Stella's eyes brightened. "I need 10 000 Essence Condensing Pills, 10 000 Blood Purifying Pills, and 10 000 Flame Tempering Pills. Oh, and my dad's master also said one's soul is very important for flame mastery, so can I have 10 000 Soul Foundation Pills too?"

She knew with how busy Dyon's schedule was, him becoming her personal alchemist was impossible, so she immediately planned ahead, asking for so many pills shamelessly.

The surrounding alchemists nearly fainted in anger. How could one ask so many things of a Grandmaster so easily?!

Essence Condensing Pills were a simple enough matter. They simply helped one increase the efficiency of cultivating essence energy. These pills are the reason geniuses of large clans can cultivate so quickly. But, even the Belmont Palace had a scarcity of these pills and could only provide Stella with 3 a month. Yet she asked for 10 000!

Even worse, Blood Purifying Pills are essential for any body cultivator. It not only reduced the pain of the body path, but also sped up one's body cultivation as well. In fact, even taking on of 50% purity could add several hundred jin of strength to a martial warrior at a time. Blood Purifying Pills of high enough efficacy were even known a Marrow Cleansing Pills that could even expel a certain percentage of impurity within the body. Although it was only a small amount, it couldn't be underestimated!

In addition to all of this, Blood Purifying Pills were only spoken of briefly in Belmont Lore, they didn't even have the full recipe anymore!

Flame Tempering Pills were yet another step up. In fact, they were nothing but legend.

Flames were innate. Whether they had characteristics or not were decided at birth… But, it was possible to increase the grade of one's flame. If one then reached a certain level of enlightenment, birthing a characteristic into the world wasn't entirely impossible.

This Flame Tempering Pills were spoken about in ancient texts Amethyst left behind for the Belmont Family.

The truth was that the Belmont family had flames with innate characteristics, but their bloodlines were so weak that they couldn't evoke them. The secret to unlocking this ability were Flame Tempering Pills!

While Essence Condensing Pills and Blood Purifying Pills were of the practitioner grade, Flame Tempering Pills were comet grade pills! Yet she asked for 10 000!

To top all of this off, she asked for Soul Foundation Pills? These were pills that even Sapientia Quadrant didn't have. They essentially had the ability to gift innate souls to those without and even expand the Mind's Eye. They were Moon Grade Pills!

Normal individuals would even know the names of these pills. Stella only happened to understand them due to the Belmont Archives. Considering they were the personal records of Amethyst, they were deep and all-inclusive.

It was no wonder the six alchemists almost fainted in anger. However… Dyon only laughed.

"I can easily give you a million essence condensing pills and blood purifying pills. But have some mercy on your uncle. How about this? I'll give you ten flame tempering pills and one soul foundation pill?"

Hearing these words, the alchemists that were already on the verge of going crazy passed out directly.

Stella jumped up happily hearing Dyon's words, planting a wet kiss on his cheek. She really was every bit the spoiled little girl she was pretending to be.

"Don't worry Sarid, I won't forget about you." Dyon chuckled when he saw Sarid sulking in a corner.

"Hey! That's not fair, you already gave him Spiritual grade battle axes, he's been flaunting them in front of me for weeks!" Stella pouted.

"Hm," Dyon pondered for a moment, "How about this. You're both essence gatherers and more than powerful enough to deal with the rodents, you're just too lazy to.

"We'll do a competition. For every foundation stage rodent you catch, I'll give you a pill of your choice up to the Master Grade. For every meridian formation stage rodent you catch, I'll give you a pill of your choice up to the Grandmaster Grade.

"Foundation stage rodents will be worth 1 point and Meridian Formation rodents will be worth 2 points. You can exchange 10 points for any peak common grade technique I have in my arsenal. You can exchange 100 points for any earth grade technique I have, after all, you'll be saints soon, no?" Dyon smiled meaningfully.

Sarid and Stella looked at Dyon wide eyed. Earth Grade techniques? Even peak common grade techniques were scarce in the Belmont Palace… This Uncle of theirs was too nice.

Seemingly thinking of something, Dyon brought out the twins and the four celestial beast babies.

"Take the Demon Sage Tower with you," Dyon allowed a miniature tower to appear in Stella's hands. "You can place the rodents inside of it when you capture them. Don't worry, the tower spirit will handle where they go."

Stella and Sarid were still standing in a daze, looking from Dyon to the tower and back. They didn't even have eyes for the four baby beasts that suddenly appeared to cling to him.

"Uncle wait!" A familiar voice suddenly filled the hall as Aoife rushed in. "Let me help too! You'll reward me too, right?"

Dyon laughed. "The more the merrier. Remember though, the tower can record everything that happens, so don't think of cheating your uncle, okay?"

The three teens nodded yes like pecking chickens, eager to go. By the time Dyon opened his mouth to tell them to be careful, they had already disappeared into the distance, laughing like mad. They didn't even greet Mia and Bella.

"How are you guys?" Dyon asked the twins, fielding the various licks and tugs the baby beasts inflicted upon him. Clearly, they missed him very much.

"We should be asking you that." Bella said with a pout. You suddenly sent us away so far, so quickly.

Dyon sighed. "I had no choice. After I brought Aki out and sent him back into the tower, if I hadn't sent you guys away and into the distance, the tribulation would have attacked you too."

Mia and Bella looked toward Dyon with concern. It seemed that his martial path would always be rife with dangers. He always somehow jumped from one life ending danger to another without break.