Reaper of the Martial World

Book 12: Chapter 41: Nightwell (2)

“If you’re worried about your other women, I don’t particularly care about this either. You can keep them if you wish, but I will of course be the main wife.”

Dyon was speechless.

It wasn’t only him, but Taline and Zabel, not to mention the Rock Brothers, who had hoped this would go a much different way could only stand in shock.

Zabel would probably have been better off letting Dyon report his own name because he initially had no interest in doing so. She hadn’t even bothered to report her own name before interrogating him as though he owed her something.

As for the young man who offered Dyon immortal women in exchange for becoming his servant, his face was all but green. How could the women he had planned to hand over compare to this young lady?

“Miss Nightwell, this isn’t really the time to figure these things out. If you like this man, why not observe him for a while. We’ll be going to that place soon, just take him along. If he can’t protect himself in such a weak world, he wouldn’t really be worthy of his reputation, right?”

“Your words have merit.” Miss Nightwell replied emotionlessly. “You can come with us, but it truthfully doesn’t matter much how well you perform. I’ve already made up my mind.”

By now, the faces of both the young men were green, but they couldn’t say much else.

While they had been born Lower Immortal Saints, this Miss Nightwell was the foremost genius of their Dark Flame bubble world, having been born a Peak Immortal Saint. Even in their long history, no such genius had been birthed before. Even they, who were the two best geniuses of their collective generation, were too far behind.

Over time, they had caught up to her cultivation, leaving them all as Peak Immortal Saints, but this was only due to the difficulty in entering the Immortal Celestial Realm. She was still a large measure better than them and was only a step away from entering that Realm.

“My name is Crystella Nightwell. It’s nice to meet you, Venerable Dyon.”

Crystella’s tone was slightly warmer, as though she really was already thinking of Dyon as her husband. Though, ‘warmer’ in her case was more like neutral to anyone else.

Dyon could only scratch his head awkwardly.

It was easy to reject people when they were being demanding and controlling, but Crystella wasn’t being like that. Maybe another woman who wanted to take him as her husband would have tried to slaughter Saru and Lilith where they stood, yet she hadn’t demanded anything other than being first wife.

Of course, Dyon planned to reject her, but he was a bit too soft hearted to do it in front of so many people. Why couldn’t she have just been as rude as the first guy?

Dyon could only send Saru and Lilith apologetic smiles, but they seemed unbothered, maybe because they were aware of the oddity of the situation. Plus, it was to their benefit to see exactly what the goal of these young scions was. If it was enough for them to come here, then it was likely not normal in the slightest.

They knew Dyon’s goal was to grow as powerful as possible as quickly as possible so that he could return to the mortal plane. In that case, they wouldn’t let some baseless jealousy get in the way of that.

Though Dyon wasn’t a normal mortal by any stretch, battling three Peak Immortal Saints at once was definitely beyond him.

If they made a fuss, Dyon would definitely take their side. But this would be to his detriment, something they wouldn’t be willing to live with.

Seeing their stances, Dyon’s discomfort disappeared and he smiled lightly.

“Alright. I don’t mind.”

Crystella nodded, satisfied with Dyon’s response. Even if her husband was weaker than her, she could accept it. Dyon’s talent in alchemy more than made up for it. But, what she couldn’t accept was if he was a coward even in his weakness.

She had taken interest in Dyon after she saw how easily he rejected Kywen’s proposal. And, after learning his identity, she felt very comfortable with her choice. Now, she felt even better about it.

“Do you need help travelling?”

Dyon shook his head, causing sneers to color the faces of Kywen and the other young man, Tedric. However, their smiles could only freeze when the small cauldron on Dyon’s shoulder expanded explosively.

Little Chibi’s adorable figure leapt into Dyon’s arms. She seemed like a normal chubby little girl, in fact. Her form had gained much more substance after coming to the Immortal Plane. But, anyone with a sharp eye could see that she was a treasure spirit.

Dyon, Saru and Lilith leapt up, landing on its large lid.

Crystella’s gaze glowed with a curious light, but she only nodded in the end.

“Then follow us.”

Crystella turned away, shifting her gaze to the Immortal Saints.

“Those of you in the Immortal Saint Realm can follow as well. After all, this is your world, and we aren’t tyrants. We will take a majority of the treasures, but there will be other opportunities for you all. Try to keep up.”  

The flying disk shot off into the distance with Crystella, Kywen and Tedric.

Dyon leisurely followed behind. Chibi wasn’t exactly a movement treasure. But, she had great control of the surroundings which resulted in the gravitational abilities Dyon had used in the past. When used to improve speed, though, the results were quite excellent, albeit still a fraction slower than Crystella’s disk.

Dyon had other methods to increase his speed further, but sensing Tedric and Kywen’s hostile gazes, not to mention Skull who seemed to be looking at him with a curious light in his eyes, Dyon sneered inwardly and decided against it.