The Soldier's Unsurpassable Honor novel Chapter 1868

"Third... Third-grade premium?" Fortress Master Whittemore's voice sounded shaky, albeit slightly.

He understood well that third-grade elementary alchemists were extremely rare. Such alchemists were capable of increasing the training speed for those in the ultimate god level. This was extremely useful, especially for those who were in the First and Second-grade ultimate god level.

However, such pills had not much use for people like him, who had achieved the Ninth-grade ultimate god level and failed twice to break through into the First-grade soul-penetrating level.

After all, the power of a mere third-grade elementary pill was still not enough to allow them to break through into the First-grade soul-penetrating level. The energy might not be sufficient at the most important moment, affecting the process of breaking through before causing them to fail in the end.

However, third-grade premium pills are completely different. The energy in such pills was several times more compared to third-grade elementary pills and was sufficient for him, who was in the Ninthgrade ultimate god level, to break through within one go. The success rate was also greatly increased.

That went especially when he had failed twice in a row to break through before, and this affected his confidence. It was possible that his confidence to break through would increase with such third-grade premium pills.

"Brother Fane, are ..are you joking? Are you truly a third-grade premium alchemist?" Fortress Master Whittemore was no fool. Was Fane not hinting at him when he said such words? After all, Fane longed for something from him. Would Fane give him a pill if he and his people voted for Fane?

If so, then it was an easy choice for him. After all, the voting rules did not state that they could not choose Fane.

Met with Fortress Master Whittemore's expectant gaze, Fane nodded, and a third-grade premium pill appeared in his palm with the flip of his hand. "Look: this is the third-grade premium pill I cultivated. This pill isn’t only a third-grade premium pill, but it has exceptional fineness. The pill is round. Can you smell the scent of this pill? How is it? Doesn’t it smell good?"

Fortress Master Whittemore swallowed a mouthful of saliva and widened his eyes, his sight never wavering from the pill.

Looking at the pill in Fane's hand, Fortress Master Whittemore nodded. "It smells good —really good. Brother Fane, then this pill..."

"Cough, cough... This pill is a true treasure!" replied Fane as he coughed lightly. "In my opinion, those who have broken through into the soul-penetrating level in the future would surely be the elders of the new pavilion. I’d treat the elders nicely if I become the pavilion master. I might just break through and become a fourth-grade alchemist in the future, and by then, those who are in the soul-penetrating level would need my pills terribly. Those who are in the Seventh or Eighth-grade ultimate god level would look at me in a new light."

Fortress Master Whittemore was filled with hope when he heard this. How much strenuous training time would he be able to shorten if Fane gave him a fourth-grade pill in the future?

He swallowed his saliva and said, "Young Master Fane, voting for you isn't an issue as I've always been optimistic for you.

After all, you're the true, destined son. I’ve already decided that I'll choose you in the voting ceremony for pavilion master in the coming days."

"Cough, cough!" Fane purposely coughed, and he then hinted once more, "Ah, but it won't work if you're the only one like that. I've thought about it, and I’ll give this to anyone who chooses me and is capable of making members with a fighting prowess of Fifth-grade ultimate god level and above to choose me." "Me, Young Master Fane. I... I'll ask them over privately and have a meeting with them. I'll make them vote for you. This pill is extremely suitable for me." Fortress Master Whittemore was no fool as he immediately expressed his loyalty. He knew, at that point, how to get this pill as he realized the path Fane had taken him in their conversation.

Fane laughed and remarked, "You said it yourself, Fortress Master Whittemore—I didn’t threaten you. As for this pill, I'm giving it to you as a sign of friendship. Did I bribe you with anything?"