Reaper of the Martial World

Book 12: Chapter 40: Nightwell (1)

Dyon’s gaze narrowed. It seemed he needed to deal with this lack of mental energy problem as soon as possible. For him to miss such a big brewing event was unacceptable.

‘Finding a method to quickly improve mental energy is too tall a task. I need to change how I use my Immortal Sense instead.’

Dyon was too used to his senses being infallible. In truth, learning to economize one’s senses was one of the first things a cultivator should learn. But, Dyon had never needed to. In fact, that day he concentrated his divine sense into a line to find out that his constitution’s world was the Ancient Battlefield was the only time in his life he could remember ever doing so.

“Saru, Lilith.”

Without hesitation, the two closed in on Dyon, finding a place by his sides.

“What’s going on here exactly, Vargas?”

Vargas’ face was even paler than when he had had his hands on Dyon’s mist glass.

“… It… It erupted… This bubble world is finished…”

Dyon ignored Vargas. Clearly he had lost his cool, trying to get any information out of him now would only waste his time.

‘Oh?’ Dyon’s senses locked onto the three youths in red robes, observing curiously.

A deep sneer coated his features when he saw all the kneeling warriors. Regardless of the side they had fought on, they put down their weapons without hesitation.

‘Someone’s trying to lock onto me? Good luck with that.’

Dyon sensed Skull trying to find him. But compared to Dyon, he was far too clumsy. An Immortal Saint still locked into using Divine Sense would never have a chance at finding him if he didn’t want to be found.

Due to the fact soul cultivation split into two path after entering the Immortal Realms, even the alchemists of Venerable grade and even many of the Empyrean Grade, couldn’t be considered Spiritual Sages.

One of these days, Vargas would realize that what was truly limiting him in seeing heavenly herbs and analyzing them the way Dyon did were his weak senses. Then, he’d be even more shocked to realize that the man he knew as a mortal was actually already a Spiritual Sage.

“It seems things are getting interesting.” Dyon smiled to the two women by his side. “I wonder if the old lizard will get here in time for the fun…”

Saru and Lilith felt incredibly comfortable by Dyon’s sides, but others were sweating to the point of drenching their clothing. It wasn’t just because they were scared, but also because the heat was skyrocketing to obscene levels. Soon, it would be impossible for even Dao Realm mortals to survive in it.

“Venerable Sacharro, you can’t stay here! I can bring you away. Someone like you can’t die so young.”

Seeing his other assistant and Vargas nod along with Belin, Dyon found them to be quite adorable. It seemed they were so panicked they didn’t realize that he was the most relaxed of them all.

Dyon tapped each one of their shoulders once, a faint glow of gold covering them.

The temperature of their bodies immediately regulated, falling back down to normal levels. They could only look toward Dyon in shock.

“Oh? A mortal with such attainments in formation theory?”

Dyon didn’t need to look to know that the one who spoke was one of the three red robed youths.

“Why don’t you become one of my servants? You’ll live a good life. I can line up endless immortal women for you.”

Dyon sent a glance up. The three of them stood on a silver disk which had a rotating edge. On the ground chasing after them like loyal dogs, there was Skull and Roe.

“Not interested.” Dyon replied dully.

Vargas, Emery and Belin held their breath, finding it difficult to breathe. Just standing around normal Immortal Saints was difficult, let alone those born as Immortal Saints. Their air was fundamentally different and they were far more beloved by the Heavens.

The thought of rejecting their ‘offer’ never crossed their minds. It was an untold truth that the only option was saying yes and the other path was death.

In the distance, rushing toward the city wall, one could see various individuals who had sensed the spatial fluctuations, including Zabel and Taline. Having heard the exchange through the loud booming of lava, Taline found it hard to hide her excitement. It seemed that Zabel had been correct.

The young man who spoke frowned, but before he could speak, the young woman cut him off.

“Your robes are white and your alchemist badge is gold. Could it be you’ve entered… What is your name?”

The Rock brothers were the most excited by this line of questioning. Exposing the arrogant mortal for his fraudulence had been their dream for the past week. But, for some reason Venerable Vargas had said nothing about it, leaving them depressed.

“His name is Dyon Sacharro. Please excuse his rudeness, esteemed ones.” Venerable Zabel spoke up for Dyon as though he was scared he’d give the wrong name.

Dyon raised an eyebrow, his internal sneer deepening.

“… So it really is you…” The young woman’s gaze narrowed, looking Dyon up and down. “You’ll come back with me. I’ve yet to take a husband and I’m also a virgin so I won’t be disrespecting you. You more than meet my requirements.”  

The faces of the two young men who came with her suddenly twisted even as Dyon’s lip twitched.

What was wrong with these Immortals?