Reaper of the Martial World

Book 7: Chapter 181: Big Brother (2)

Linlin raised into the air and Dyon disappeared into the distance. At this point, even the peak celestial guild disciples that had been planning to attack stopped themselves. If their masters found out that they harmed such a young Moon Lord, the smoothest result would be expulsion from the guild.

One had to understand what a Clan having such a young Moon Lord meant. At a minimum, that meant his Sacharro Clan was hiding a Planet Lord, at worst, it meant it had a Star Lord! How could such a young Moon Lord be raised alone? It was impossible!

In a lot of ways, this was mostly true. Dyon’s master was a Star Lord and an excellent one at that. Although she had died as a Moon Lord, after countless years of seclusion beneath Focus Lake, she had grown exponentially, even forging a new path for alchemy. Coupling this with Dyon’s enormous innate talent and how could he not grow in such a fashion? This didn’t even mention the fact he had the [Dao of Array Alchemy].

At that moment, everyone made a decision. Unless they were absolutely certain they could kill him in a single strike… Don’t provoke True God Sacharro! And even then, you had to be prepared for his Clan’s retaliation!

Ironically, it was around this time that news of True God Sacharro’s appearance ravaged the martial world, sending it into a tailspin. The ever-elusive True God had finally shown himself?! What was he like? What did he look like? How strong was he?!

The truth of this matter was that this matter should have been disseminated months ago, but due to various circumstances, it hadn’t.

Those who paid for spots to the Golden Flame Mystical World all assumed that either the Golden Crow or Flaming Lily Sect would spread the information. Since they were in their quadrant, both their elders would reach their home Sects first. Under that assumption, they thought that there was no point in spreading the information if someone else would get the credit anyway.

However, this wasn’t what happened.

After returning the Flaming Lily Sect, the Vice Master found herself in an internal war. It didn’t stoop to the point of overt conflict, but some dividing lines were being very clearly drawn. Some believed that trusting in Madeleine and Dyon was a good choice, while others believed it was the height of foolishness. They had been a female only sect for so long, but now their future would suddenly be in the hands of a man? They’d become the laughingstock of the cultivation world.

Due to all of these issues, the Flaming Lily Sect didn’t have time to mind sending news to the SNN.

On the Golden Crow Sect side of things, it was in their best interest that news of True God Sacharro wasn’t released at all. In that way, if he died, suspicious glances couldn’t be aimed toward them.

That said, they knew that this was a useless endeavor. They assumed that a genius like Dyon wouldn’t simply be able to leave his Clan as he pleased, so they likely already knew where he had gone. This was why they hadn’t bothered to attempt to stifle the information, but that didn’t mean that they would actively spread it themselves.

Along with these two reasons, there was a last third. Dao Formation experts found it beneath themselves to do such things. After reaching such a deep cultivation level, what benefit could the SNN give them that would raise their eyebrows? They were already rich.

One had to know that aside from the disciples who entered the Mystical World, the remainder were all supervising elders who had followed them. All of whom happened to be dao formation experts.

As a result of this, the news spread slowly and naturally. Eventually, it reached the ears of those who were much less prideful than those old cultivators and it was they who finally brought the news to the SNN.

Like this, the SNN did their own investigating before somehow finding footage of the incident. In an instant, images of Dyon’s handsome visage became plastered all over the martial world. But, what many were even more interested in was his clash with True God Falkor! To defeat a True God without lifting a finger, this was a man truly worthy of four first place finishes on the God Trials!

At this moment, Clara and Ri were fighting yet another life and death battle. A massive beast that could only be described as a black-scaled basilisk roared toward them, its large body even blocking out the dark clouds in the sky.

“Are you sure this is just an image?” Clara said bitterly, using her wind domain to boost Ri’s speed.

Ri grunted, floating in the air as her white tails whipped about. Pillars of ice and water crashed into the basilisk’s massive body. She missed the days where the only basilisks she had to deal with was that overly affectionate couple back during her first campaign.

“[Water Wheel: Turn of Fate]!” Her delicate roar caused the dark ocean below to surge forward, wrapping around the basilisk’s black body and severing it in multiple places.

Violet blood fell by the liter, darkening the already black waters below as a pained roar pierced the skies.

“The Rainbow Scaled Peng Clan is known for their illusions, however, it’s more accurate to call it a creation branch of magic. All of those legends about how good Dragons are at magic… It was actually ancient people mistaking them for being of the Dragon Race…” Ri gasped for breath.

Clara grumbled. “If it’s real then it’s not an illusion… READY?!”

“Ready.”

The two beauties floated into the air, clasping both of their hands together as though they were about to begin a waltz. However, instead, they did something only possible between two people who had absolute trust in each other.

Their meridians connected, suddenly, 108 doubled. If just a single order above the ninth gave Dyon so much power…. What would 108 orders do?

“[Wind and Water Wheel: Seal of Fate]!”