Reaper of the Martial World

Book 12: Chapter 143: Useful (1)

A light smacking sound resounded throughout the luxurious bedroom of the graveyard, causing Lilith to moan out in protest.

With her face still buried into a pillow, she reached back with a hand and smacked Dyon’s hand away from her plump bottom, clearly telling him that she wanted to sleep for longer. After all, despite the fact she had awakened her memories and knew she had quite a bit of experience in these matters, this body was still the body of a virgin. Though she wasn’t hurting, she was a bit sore. On top of this, having not been used to such activity, she was tired.

Unfortunately for her, Dyon ignored her pleas and happily sat cross legged on their bed, kneading her cheeks as though they were the greatest toy ever created. As for Saru, she was using Dyon’s thigh as a pillow, a content smile on her face.

“Come on, you can’t continue sleeping like this. You’ve just broken into the fourth facet so I need to see if your sword nascent soul has formed properly.”

Dyon’s evil fingers slipped into a dark place, causing Lilith to shudder once more. Despite the soreness, the mixture of a dull pain and pleasure brought a pleasant, novel feeling she couldn’t get enough of.

“… Mm, why did you stop?” Lilith sounded displeased.

Lilith squirmed back as though trying to find Dyon’s fingers again.

“Come, be more obedient.” Dyon lightly tapped her ass again, enjoying the elasticity.

Lilith unwillingly slithered to his side, laying her head on Dyon’s other thigh.

“I prefer the old you better, he was nicer. You get your memories back and suddenly you’re so chauvinistic again.” Lilith muttered.

“Has nothing to do with chauvinism.” Dyon said righteously. “I am just much more experienced than you. I’m just an elder guiding his junior.”

“Your tone sounds very convincing.” Lilith said. “But why are you kneading my breasts if I’m just a junior?”

Dyon coughed. “Just a force of habit, just a habit.”

Saru giggled lightly, her eyes still closed. It seemed she was just content to listen. As for Lilith, she rolled her eyes, smacking his hand away and pretending not to notice when it magically appeared on her chest once more.

“Let me see it.” Dyon suddenly said.

Lilith smiled and flipped a palm, a golden sword that looked more like a knife appearing in her hand.

This sword had a handle that was even longer than its blade. While its grip was over a foot long, the blade itself was barely half that length. In addition, while there was a handle wrapped in golden cloth, it had no guard, making the transition from handle to blade very abrupt and almost jarring.

For lack of a better descriptor, though, this blade looked like an ornament or a family heirloom. It’s appearance was almost cut and nothing like what one would expect from a sword.

However, Dyon was very much aware of just how dangerous this sword was.

Among Dyon’s wives, there wasn’t a single one who wasn’t talented to an extreme. It could be said that the true reason none of them reached their true potential was his fault. Even though he had broken free from the Heavens and shattered its hold on him, his wives had not. He was born to be the incarnate of evil, the Reaper of the Martial World, so terrible karma swirled around him at all times.

As a result, his wives had suffered. But now, everything would be different.

He had already broken free of the Heavens completely after burning his soul. As a result, its karma no longer had a hold on him so his wives were now equally free. Thanks to this, Lilith finally accomplished her life long dream and forged her nascent soul into that of a sword.

Along with this, she formed her vajra body at the same time, fusing it into this sword as well. Her current power was something that could threaten even him in his current state.

However, what was truly jaw dropping were the abilities of this sword.

Though Lilith had failed to fully form it in her first life, she had succeeded in part. She had managed to form her vajra body, but hadn’t managed to change the form of her nascent soul. But the abilities were still the same.

This sword was named by her. It was called the Immortal Sword. It had just one ability, but it was devastating without comparison.

This sword could increase its length to near infinity in a fraction of a single breath. It looked to be like a small knife now, but only they were aware that this sword would pierce from one end of a bubble world to another in the blink of an eye, severing it in half.

Such an ability had reached the extremities of simplicity. When such a state was reached, even peak Immortal Gods would have to fear it. Even if Lilith wasn’t as powerful as such entities now, if she was given time to grow, she wouldn’t be any weaker than those Ancestor level characters of the various hegemons.

Dyon nodded in satisfaction. Since he was about to wreak some havoc, it was definitely for the best that his wife had the ability to protect herself. With her vajra body sword, he didn’t believe that anyone beneath the Immortal God Realm could pose a threat to her.

“Now, how about you?” Dyon asked, pinching Saru’s little nose.