Reaper of the Martial World

Book 6: Chapter 230: Proud (3)

“You can’t close your eyes.” Evangeline said coquettishly, “If you did, who would be here to see my true appearance? I want to see just how much will power you have… I wonder, will you beg me to help you after you see my true beauty?”

Dyon’s nose and lips twitched in anger, but he didn’t make any response.

“You must think that I changed my appearance to someone else completely, hm?” Evangeline’s smile became more and more mysterious, completely oblivious to the pain Dyon was withstanding. “Let me tell you a secret…”

She leaned over slightly, breathing into Dyon’s ear all while stroking his thigh.

Dyon clenched his jaw as the poison flared up due to the stimulation. Whether it be the view of Evangeline’s chest, or how comfortable her hot breath felt on his ear, or how dangerously close her soft hands were getting to his most delicate regions, any one of these things were enough to make any man crazy.

“This is me,” Evangeline whispered. “It’s just that this is how I looked when I first broke into the saint realm.”

Dyon’s heart beat quickened, immediately understanding what Evangeline wanted to do.

Taking a step back, Evangeline smiled. Her skin glowed slightly as her features began to change.

“This is what I looked like when I began to cleanse my body with Celestial Energy and became a Pseudo-Celestial.”

Dyon breathed outward, a steamy breath escaping his lips.

Evangeline had become even more perfect. The contours of her body, the slopes of her cheeks, even her chest and ass grew another size, becoming plumper and more enticing.

Even as a Pseudo-Celestial, she had already matched the most beautiful woman Dyon had ever seen: Madeleine’s mother. Just for perspective, Madeleine’s mother was already a dao formation expert. Unless she became a half-step transcendent, it would be impossible for her to become any more perfect. Yet, Evangeline claimed that this was her as a Pseudo-Celestial!

“Is this not enough?” Evangeline smiled. “Do you not want me?”

No matter what Dyon did, he couldn’t stop the beating of his heart. But, he didn’t move. Instead, he allowed his runic flame to rampage around his body with a fiercer pace, not caring about the damage he caused.

He hated himself for even feeling desire. He didn’t want his will power to be tested by this vixen. He wanted to be able to die knowing that his thoughts had never been compromised.

“Oh? Still no?” Evangeline pouted. “This is how I looked when I crossed my second tribulation and became a Celestial.”

Evangeline’s skin glowed once more, her features shifting.

Dyon felt his heart seize. Was it possible for a woman to be so beautiful? Could she even count as human anymore?

No matter how strong his Perception was, he couldn’t find a single flaw. Her skin was soft and supple, glowing with health. Her golden hair had an added level of sheen to it, still reflecting the light of the moon and the nine red-gold clouds that hung above their heads. Although her assets didn’t grow in size, they had become even more perfectly proportioned, as though the golden ratio wasn’t based on natures whim, but rather her body…

“The suppression is gone, my little man. Don’t you want to have fun with me?” Evangeline happily teased Dyon with her words. She no longer needed to entice him with her hot breath or her endless cleavage. She simply stood and allowed the world to bask in her beauty, exuding an aura of absolute confidence.

Dyon’s runic flame and the poison ran rampant in its body, both emanating an impossible level of heat, yet of drastically different kinds. Even so, Dyon didn’t move.

“To be your wife must be the best thing in the world.” Evangeline clapped in admiration. “I wonder, is it because of them you haven’t acted, or is it because you want to die with dignity? What if I tell you that as long as you scamper along and go have fun with your little Junior Sisters, I’ll allow them to let you live? Hm? How about it?”

Dyon couldn’t understand anything this woman was doing. If she was so eager to have him rape and pillage, what was the point in showing him her true appearance? Was she really so set on shattering his will to its core?  

Evangeline smiled silently, scanning Dyon’s face before her teasing gave way to admiration.

With a wave of her hand, a complex array appeared on Dyon’s arm.

Seeing Dyon’s shocked expression, Evangeline shrugged. “That old lizard doesn’t deserve to see what happens next.”

Evangeline’s skin began to glow once more. “This is how I looked when I first began to cleanse myself with enigmatic energy and became a Pseudo-Dao Formation Expert.”

Dyon’s eyes widened. No matter how fast his processing speed was, he couldn’t understand what he was seeing. It was almost as though a mere essence gatherer like him didn’t have the right to lay eyes on such beauty… He was blaspheming the work of art that was Evangeline… Tainting her with his eyes.

This time, there was no understanding what his heart did because the moment he fought back on the impulse to pounce on Evangeline and push her beneath him, his vision blackened.

His heart had stopped beating completely. The combination of the poison and his injuries, topped with the visual stimulation Evangeline gave him, was simply too much.

In the end, he kept his own integrity and even though he was certain that he’d die, he still had a smile on his face. To him, he had won.

Evangeline caught Dyon before he fell to the ground. Her playful and teasing appearance was gone, instead replaced by worry and affection.

She sighed. “You always do the most ridiculous things to yourself.”

If Dyon had been conscious to hear her, he might have fainted from anger this time. How did him being poisoned have anything to do with him?

Evangeline’s skin glowed once more. This time, she held nothing back, allowing her truest appearance to grace the world.

In that moment, the moon seemed to dim. The flowing river that ran through the courtyard began to swirl swirled oddly, even as the flowers and creatures in the surroundings bowed. Not even the wind was left unaffected as it began to sing in the warm night air.

Nature itself felt inferior in the presence of this beauty, yet she only had eyes for handsome and bloodied young man lying unconscious in her arms, not caring about how his sweat and injuries were ruining her clothes and once stainless hands.

Evangeline leaned forward, pressing her hand to Dyon’s broad chest and gently restarting his heart.

“I’m sorry for testing you like that, I should have known that my man’s will is indomitable. I’m proud to be your wife.” Evangeline’s lips gently pressed against Dyon’s as her energies began to slowly heal him.