Reaper of the Martial World

Book 7: Chapter 138: Coarse Silver (2)

The Flaming Lily Sect disciples soon dispersed. They didn’t make any promises, nor did Dyon force them to.

In reality, Dyon had only said these words for the sake of building a foundation in the Flaming Lily Sect. He was confident that even if he was alone, God Goldeen’s life was as good as his. That didn’t mean that it would be easy, but it also didn’t mean that he needed the help of others.

All he knew was that the culture of the Flaming Lily Sect had to change. He had grown up in the mortal world and he had come to understand how those with smaller fists could come into powerful positions of authority. All throughout human history, the strongest warrior wasn’t always the best leader. Of course, when their history was more infantile and their cultures were more barbaric, this was the case. But as they evolved and their society’s matured, what humans looked for in rulers changed as well.

In the martial world, however, it still seemed that the biggest fist ruled over all. But, Dyon believed that this innate need for a worthy leader hadn’t entirely disappeared. He understood that if he wanted to build an empire, what he needed wasn’t just a strong fist, but also a strong foundation of culture.

For now, he had allowed the Soul Rend Universe to grow organically, slowly instilling the idea that hard work resulted in more benefits. But, he knew that he had yet to go far enough.

Firstly, the people of Soul Rend Universe hardly knew who their leader was. They had heard of his name in passing, they understood his power, but they didn’t know him. Secondly, could Dyon really guarantee the kind of culture that was currently being brewed? The answer was no… He wanted his people to have pride in him and their lands, but he wanted this to be for the right reasons.

As time past, Dyon thought more and more about these kinds of things. Building something so large was complicated, but he had to take it step by step.

“You guys go off too. This is good training for you all. But, unlike those disciples, I won’t be monitoring your four. Do you understand what that mean?” Dyon’s eyes flashed with seriousness as he looked at his beast companions.

Although the four of them had grown powerful, they had little to no battle experience. Since they too understood this, they nodded.

“Good. Stay together. Watch each other’s backs. Learn what it means to fight as one.” Dyon began to list off what he expected of them. “I won’t be providing you four with any food, you must find it yourselves. Also, don’t come and find me until at least one year later. Understood?”

The four beasts pouted, but nodded in the end. This task was far more difficult than Dyon was making it out to be.

“None of that.” Dyon waved his hands, patting their small heads. “You all have high potential for body refinement as beasts. There is no better environment to take that step than here. If you all want to remove the shackles that are holding you down, this is your opportunity. Do your best!”

Dyon watched as the four toddlers disappeared into the surrounding forest, a stern expression on his face. In the end, his thoughts were interrupted by Madeleine’s giggle.

“You really went out of your way to scare them.”

“I have to, or they won’t take it seriously. Their lives have been too comfortable until now.” Dyon sighed.

His words weren’t wrong. From birth, they had been fed with the best beast nurturing pills. They only ate high grade beast meat and spiritual fruits. Even their training methods and rooms were of the highest order.

With all of this priming, their meridians had been dilated to the absolute max, their bloodlines had been cleansed to perfection, and their constitutions were the peak-most they could be given their birthed talents.

As things stood now, they were perfectly prepared to improve their bloodlines to the next level. In fact, Dyon could have done so long ago, after all, he had access to the second floor of the tower. With it, he didn’t need blood essence. He could improve the bloodlines of beasts with normal blood.

However, Dyon had held back until now. He believed that the sturdier the foundation they had, the greater improvements they would experience. His goal wasn’t to just improve them to the Supreme grade, but to elevate them to the status of Kings. This required their greatest efforts!

If right now they were the equivalent of eight tailed kitsune. If they became Kings of the supreme grade, their talent would reach what Ri’s would be if she hadn’t also had a god grade constitution. They would finally tap into the true talent of a supreme beast!

Madeleine wrapped her arms around Dyon’s, leaning onto his shoulder. “You can fool them, but I know you placed monitoring arrays in them.”

Dyon smiled. “Maybe.”

Madeleine didn’t respond. She felt intoxicated by Dyon’s presence. It had been too long since she had spent time with him. Such a realization made Dyon’s heart ache with guilt.

“Alright!” Dyon’s voice boomed. “You, first wife of Dyon Sacharro, have a very difficult decision to make.”

“Oh?” Madeleine’s beautiful violet eyes blinked.

“Mhm.” Dyon nodded seriously. “Would you like to see a mountain of silver? A river so clear that its crystal filled bottom is clear from above? Would you like this husband of yours to catch a rainbow scaled bird for you? Oorrr, would you like to visit one of those floating castles that happen to be hovering above our heads?”