Immortal Supreme: Sovereign of the Grand Dao-Chapter 274: Martial Saint Pill

Arthur stepped forward into the center of the arena with calm, measured steps.

His boots made soft sounds against the stone floor. Everyone’s attention shifted to him immediately. Heads turned.

Conversations stopped mid-sentence. His presence commanded the space despite his calm demeanor. There was something about the way he moved that demanded focus.

"I have an offer for all of you," Arthur said. His voice wasn’t loud, but it carried clearly to every corner of the sealed arena.

The words reached everyone without him needing to shout. The authority in his tone made even the sect leaders stop their panicked whispers. They went silent and listened.

The rebels looked at him warily. Their eyes showed suspicion and fear. What could the prince possibly offer them now? They were already trapped. Already defeated. What deal could exist in this situation?

"Submit to my father completely," Arthur continued. His gaze swept across the gathered rebels without emotion. "Accept a soul seal that binds your loyalty to the empire. In return, I will help you break through to the Martial Saint Realm."

Shocked gasps filled the arena. The sound echoed off the walls. Break through to Martial Saint? That was every Martial Ancestor’s ultimate dream. The goal they all strived for. But it was nearly impossible. Most cultivators spent their entire lives stuck at peak Martial Ancestor, never taking that final step. Many died of old age still trying.

Thomas Hartfield’s breath caught in his throat. His heart started racing. Martial Saint. The words repeated in his mind.

Kaiser felt his pulse quicken. His hands trembled slightly. The other sect leaders exchanged glances with each other. Their expressions showed shock and disbelief. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Arthur reached into his robe with smooth movements. He pulled out a jade bottle. It was small and ornate. He opened it slightly with one hand. The aura that leaked out made every Martial Ancestor in the arena tremble. Their bodies reacted instinctively to the presence of something precious beyond measure. Their cultivation bases resonated with what was inside that bottle.

"This pill can guarantee your breakthrough," Arthur said simply. His tone was matter-of-fact. Not boasting. Just stating truth.

Thomas Hartfield’s eyes widened with desperate desire. His gaze locked onto the jade bottle. But then doubt crept in like poison. ’Impossible,’ he thought. ’No pill can guarantee a hundred percent breakthrough to Martial Saint. He must be lying. This has to be a trick.’

Several other sect leaders shared similar thoughts. Their expressions showed conflict between hope and suspicion. They wanted to believe. Wanted it desperately. But years of experience told them it was impossible. Nothing could guarantee such a breakthrough.

The Thunder God Sect leader frowned deeply. "Your Highness, surely you jest," he said carefully. "Such a pill cannot exist."

Other sect leaders nodded in agreement. Their faces showed skepticism despite the obvious power emanating from the bottle.

The Alchemist Association President sat up immediately where he stood among the spectators. His eyes went wide with recognition. ’Could it be?’ he thought in shock. ’That aura... it matches the ancient records. But those pills were lost thousands of years ago!’

"You expect us to believe that?" one sect leader called out. His voice carried doubt and frustration. "No such pill exists in this world! Even in ancient times with similar pills being made, it only increases the success rate. Nothing can guarantee it!"

Arthur’s smile turned cold. His eyes showed no warmth. He’d expected this reaction. People always doubted what they didn’t understand. Their limited knowledge made them reject possibilities beyond their comprehension.

"Then let me demonstrate," Arthur said. His voice cut through all the murmuring and doubt. He turned toward where the three Martial Saints stood together. "Old Man Whitebeard, come forward."

Some of the younger generation flinched at Arthur’s casual address of a Martial Ancestor. The disrespect shocked them. But Whitebeard showed no offense.

Old Man Whitebeard walked over without hesitation. His long white beard swayed as he moved. Each step was steady and sure. He showed complete confidence in Arthur’s words. He stood before Arthur and bowed respectfully. His movements showed years of practiced courtesy.

"Your Highness," Whitebeard said simply.

Arthur held out the jade bottle. His hand was steady. Inside was a single golden pill that seemed to pulse with life. It glowed faintly. The light within it shifted and moved like liquid gold. The aura it released made the air around it shimmer.

The pill’s presence affected everyone nearby. Martial Ancestors felt their blood quicken. Their cultivation bases stirred. Even those far from Martial Saint level could feel the power contained in that small pill.

"Take it," Arthur said. "Show them the truth."

Emperor Markus watched this exchange with interest. He hadn’t known his son possessed such treasures. ’Arthur continues to surprise me,’ he thought. ’How many more secrets does he hold?’

Darius Noir studied the pill carefully. His experienced eyes recognized something in its aura. Something ancient and powerful. ’That pill... it shouldn’t exist anymore,’ he thought. ’All the alchemists who could create such things died long ago.’

The bound invaders watched silently. They couldn’t speak due to the chains. But their body language showed shock. Even they recognized the significance of what Arthur held.

Qin Tian’s master spoke urgently through their connection. ’That pill is real,’ the voice said. ’I’ve read about them in ancient texts. Martial Saint Breakthrough Pills. They were worth entire kingdoms in the old days. How does this Arthur have one?’

Qin Tian felt cold sweat on his back. ’Master, if that pill is real...’

’Then everyone here will submit,’ his master finished grimly. ’No Martial Ancestor can resist the temptation of guaranteed advancement. Their rebellion will end the moment Whitebeard succeeds.’

The rebels began to understand the same thing. Their faces showed growing realization. If the pill worked, their position became impossible. They’d have to submit or die. There would be no middle ground.

Thomas Hartfield clenched his fists. His nails dug into his palms. ’We’re trapped,’ he realized. ’If that pill is real, we have no choice but to kneel. But if we accept the soul seal, we become slaves to the empire forever.’

Kaiser’s mind raced through options. Every path led to the same conclusion. Submission or death. Those were the only choices left.

Arthur stood calmly while everyone processed what was happening. He showed no impatience. No concern. He simply waited for the demonstration to begin. His confidence was absolute.

The jade bottle remained in his outstretched hand. The golden pill inside continued pulsing with power. Its light reflected off the faces of everyone watching. That small pill represented hope and despair in equal measure. Hope for those who would submit. Despair for those who realized they had no choice.