His Secret

Braydon Neal was prepared to bring out a tenth level technique. It could be said he was doing it for himself, but at the same time, it wasn't entirely for his own sake.

He was doing this for the banished immortals.

The resources required to cultivate 10,000 banished immortals were immense. 

Across the land, no clan could support 10,000 banished immortals reaching level ten transcendence at the same time.

Even achieving the status of a mid-level transcendent was an enormous challenge.

Braydon was already paving the way for this.

"The cost of a level ten technique might be exorbitantly high," he said calmly. "In the end, it might exhaust all the Medicine Sect's resources."

"So, can you accept it?"

"Can the Medicine Sect accept this?"

His words were steady, yet they sent waves through the hall.

The faces of Lukas Isenhour, Shale Inskeep, and the many elders waiting outside turned pale.