Reaper of the Martial World

Book 12: Chapter 16: Crazy (1)

“Come again?”

The silver armored guard sneered and was already prepared to draw his weapon after hearing Dyon’s words, but he suddenly found that his hand was inexplicably trembling.

Dyon stood before him, his hands in his pockets. To either of his sides, Lilith and Saru stood with their arms wrapped around his. However, the gloomy expression the pervaded Dyon’s piercing gaze made it seem as though he didn’t have such world class beauties by his side.

“I could have sworn for a moment that you asked me to wear a collar and a leash. I misheard, correct?”

Those who had been spectating with sneering expression filled with disdain suddenly felt their blood run ice cold.

They had seen many mortals in their lives. In fact, there were several who had even tried to fight against the tide and regain their dignity. However, they had never seen one actually succeed. Usually, they simply ended up in an even worse spot than when they started.

Dyon gaze swept over the guard who seemed to have lost the ability to respond.

Directly ignoring him, Dyon entered the city as though the rules were meaningless to him. Those around were too stunned to do much of anything about it. There maybe had never been such a result in the history of Zaneta City.

Saru maintained her calm appearance, but Lilith couldn’t help but giggle. Her light laughter was the only sound for dozens of meters. It would have been incredibly pleasing to the ear, but none of them dared look on too closely to see just what kind of beauty it came from.

Dyon didn’t waste time, heading directly toward the largest alchemy guild.

Though he didn’t fear anyone, he would rather not have to leave this city the moment he entered. He wasn’t arrogant enough to believe he could solo a legion of immortals. This wasn’t the mortal plane any longer, after all. In addition, this bubble world did have a handful of Immortal Saints he had to be wary of.

Still, though Immortal Saints were ants in the grand scheme of this plane, those who stood at the top of a world, no matter how relatively weak they were, always acted proud and aloof. They wouldn’t step in for matters related to a ‘mere mortal’.

The group of three was hardly noticed on their walk through the city. After leaving the range of the city gates, Zaneta was packed with tourists and businessmen. The same way no one cared to notice that Dyon was a mortal while he was standing in line to enter the city, everyone just assumed he was an immortal by the mere fact he was here.

In truth, with Dyon’s Immortal Sense, he could stop anyone here from seeing through his status as a mortal. It was just that, once more, he couldn’t be bothered to.

A part of Dyon simply disdained the way of this plane. Another part felt that this bubble world was too weak to need such precautions. And, yet another felt that if he wanted to improve himself quickly to return back to his wives… he needed to instigate some conflict so that he could test his upper limits constantly.

Soon, having made their way through in silence, Dyon, Saru and Lilith made it to the Alchemy Guild.

It was a much smaller building than one might expect, but by extension, it had the largest empty space around it.

Well, “empty” wasn’t exactly accurate. There were several neat and tidy stalls which long robed old men and women sat behind in silent meditation. It was a huge contrast to the bustling city. No one seemed to dare even breathe too heavily in this place.

The previous roadside stalls Dyon had seen on the way here were built shabbily. Some used splintered wood trying to cover their imperfections with ragged cloths matted with dust.

In this place, however, Dyon could see that each of these older individuals took meticulous care toward their appearance. Just the materials used were exceptionally expensive, while the jade bottles they had on display were even more so.

What was the most pressing, though, was the fact that even the weakest here was of the Higher Immortal Essence Realm. Even the guards of the city were only of the lower level.

“… What a weird place…” Lilith muttered.

It was only a soft sound, yet several heads turned toward her at once. The pressure would have been enough for her to tremble had she not had such a sturdy mountain by her side.

“Mortals dare to speak here?” A sharp-eyed old woman with skin so wrinkled that her nose drooped into a hook spoke. “We pay so many taxes, yet this city can’t even look after their dogs properly.”

She waved her hand as though swatting a fly, a wave of surging qi shooting forward. If they really had been normal mortals, it was no doubt that they would have been eradicated in less than a single breath with not even a drop of blood remaining.

However…

“It’s a weird place, indeed.” Dyon said casually, neither lowering or raising his voice. “My guess is that these old crows aren’t good enough alchemists to step foot into the real guild nor gain any status, so they can only sell their dog shit out here.

“I find it even weirder that they dare to be arrogant about it though. How many millions of years of life have you lived only to still remain at this level?”

The hook-nosed lady’s qi was stonewalled by an invisible force, causing strong hurricane force winds to sweep through the once quiet streets.