Reaper of the Martial World

Book 7: Chapter 15: Stella (3)

Dyon frowned as he looked at King Belmont. ‘What’s wrong with him?’

He knew that something was off, but he had no idea what it was. He could only ask the twins to see if they knew.

“It seems like a curse.” Little Yang responded.

“A curse?” Dyon’s frown deepened.

“Magic was just one of the disciplines that came about studying the meridians. There are an equal number of symbols that hurt and help humans that can be found within them.

“The Magic Masters were created to reflect the positive, but the Poison Masters were created to reflect the negative.” Little Yin continued where her brother left off.

“To the laymen, poison is just a gas or liquid that caused ill effects to the human body. But, the truth is that the poison master discipline is far more complex than that…”

Dyon fell into his thoughts. Poison Masters were propped up to be one of the seven lauded secondary professions. He had always though that there was a reason for it, but he had never had the time to explore said reasons. It seemed that he was right…

With a single step, Dyon made his way to King Belmont. Before he could react, he sent a palm to his forehead, causing him to lose consciousness. This time, it was far easier than when he had to do this for Head Tudo. After all, King Belmont was much weaker.

Still… It was too easy… It was clear that something was eating up King Belmont’s battle prowess. Even for Dyon, sealing someone’s consciousness when they didn’t want it should have been far more difficult.

Dyon caught King Belmont’s body before it could slump forward. “There’s something I have no true expertise in ailing him. Let him rest for now… There are more pressing matters to deal with.”  

If what the twins were telling him was true, he didn’t know if he could help King Belmont in a short period of time.

Within the human body, there were 108 meridians. These 108 represented what they called ‘Cores’ in Magic and Poison mastery. Essentially, the skill of a Magic or Poison Master was decided by how many cores they could control, and how many variations hidden within these cores that they understood.

It wasn’t always better to wield more cores, but it also was a bad thing either. Like all things, there was a balance.

To make the complex simple, while there were only 108 meridians in the human body, there were several folds more connections between them.

During the meridian formation stage, what cultivators “cleared” were the main paths. However, there were several minor paths that had been studied for epochs. These minor paths held deeper meanings within them that could be translated into Magic Circles or Poison Runes.

What one would classify as a ‘poison’ in the martial world were simply plants or minerals that contained a higher ratio of these curse or poison patterns in comparison to magic patterns. It was as simple as that.

The real question was what this had to do with Bai family.

Dyon had wondered years ago how a supposedly small family like the Bais could become a rival of the Daiyu. Considering the arrogance of dragons, even though their bloodlines were sealed, they wouldn’t waste their time on just any family.

Even more curiously was Meiying’s Feng Shui Compass will.

This will was categorized differently from others because there was an exceptionally finite number of individuals who could use it at a given time. This was because the will the universe supplied to it was also finite due to the small number of people who practiced and acknowledged it.

To make a long story short, the only way Meiying could have gained such a will was by killing someone who wielded it before her… Either that, or someone who was close to her died before passing it on.

The importance of wills like this couldn’t be understated. Not only were they incredibly rare, they were also incredibly powerful, even rivaling supreme laws in some cases. One had to remember that the reason the Daiyu almost forced Meiying into marriage was because of her will! She was somehow able to accomplish things only True Empaths could with it…

The more Dyon thought about, the more he wanted to find out just what was going on with the Holy Land of Bais. He understood why the elves decided against coming with him… But why had Meiying?…

Head Sicarius took King Belmont’s unconscious body in his arms, looking toward Dyon with a complicated gaze.

“Can you take me to the Daiyu?” Dyon asked. He felt like they would know more about the Bai. After all, they were their sworn enemies, no?

The few thousand remaining members of the Daiyu were still chained in the Belmont Castle dungeon along with Vidar Ragnor. While Dyon forgave Thor, he had never forgiven the rest of them. So, after Chenglei and the rest of the Daiyu finished their trials, they returned to Earth to be imprisoned. Of course they might have wanted to disobey, but their souls were simply too weak in comparison to Dyon.

Just as Head Sicarius was about to nod, the sound of horns blaring shook the castle, causing dust and debris to fall from the already cracking ceiling.

While everyone else’s expression paled, Dyon’s eyes flashed with a sinister light.

“I swore I would destroy the Aumens two decades ago, it seems like today is the day.”

His body erupted with a majesty that wiped the fear from their hearts. They could still remember the day Dyon awoke with his coma… He had promised to take care of Uidah and that was exactly what he did. Was he about to single-handedly save them again?