Novel Full Book 7: Chapter 315: Viola (2)
Book 7: Chapter 315: Viola (2)
“Little Alex, it’s good that you’re safe. Aren’t you going to introduce me?” Viola smiled lightly, the wrinkles on her face becoming more pronounced. Still, it was quite obvious that she was once a beauty with few competitors. Even now she had an alluring mature air to her.
Ri smiled widely. “This is my husband, First Elder. His name is Jaws.”
Dyon almost couldn’t refrain from rolling his eyes. His anger had been almost too much to control just moments ago, but luckily Ri had cooled him down with her pure ice will while Viola was reprimanding the Mist Clan women.
Ri was worried about Dyon’s demeanor, truthfully speaking. It wasn’t that she believed he would ever harm her or Clara, that idea didn’t even cross her mind. But she knew it wasn’t good for a ruler to be hot headed. Dyon could be so intelligent at times, but so foolish at others. Eventually, he’d reach a point where his intelligence couldn’t pull him out of his stupidity.
“Ah, so he does have a name.” Viola giggled lightly. She didn’t have the air of an Elder at all, she spoke to Ri as though they were two schoolgirls.
Ri pouted lightly at Viola’s teasing. It didn’t exactly paint the best image for her husband to be named the masked wife stealer. In fact, videos of Dyon’s confrontation with Daisho Ken had been circulating for years already. At least 60-70% of people agreed with Daisho Ken’s take.
Although it was obvious that Daisho Ken was only bringing up Dyon’s marriage life in order to goad him into action, that didn’t stop many from taking his side. After all, to an uninformed individual who had no idea that Madeleine was Dyon’s wife and not someone he was trying to steal, his words seemed logical. Why would Dyon be chasing another woman, a married woman at that, if he had Ri by his side? Wasn’t he simply slapping the face of his own wife?
“I don’t know what you’re thinking young man, but you better not hurt Little Alex. I don’t care if your Clans approve of your marriage already, I’ll personally see to it that Little Alex severs ties with you.” Viola spoke sternly, taking on the big sister role shamelessly despite her age.
It had to be remembered that the Water Mist Sect was an all-women’s Sect just like the Flaming Lily Sect was. For these sorts of sects in particular, it was incredibly rare for their disciples to become a part of some man’s harem. In fact, it was often the women here who had multiple husbands.
Although Viola herself only had one husband, she was more frivolous in her younger days. Her Primordial Yin was actually in the hands of the current Sect Master of the Enigmatic Sect – the rulers of the 7th ranked quadrant. However, she never married him due to similar circumstances she believed Ri was currently in.
Viola and women like her didn’t feel any shame in the idea of being married to a man who didn’t hold their Primordial Yin, nor should they. Viola felt that she wouldn’t be comfortable in sharing the man she loved, so she moved on and found a man who would cherish her and her alone. Of course, this man was far weaker than the Enigmatic Sect’s Master, but she didn’t care.
In truth, the Enigmatic Sect’s Master still wanted to take her for his wife even to this day, even to the point of only titling his current women as concubines, but she couldn’t be bothered to deal with him. Even though her only husband had died due to his poor cultivation thousands of years ago by now, she never went back to him.
Dyon didn’t say anything in response to Viola’s words, nor was his gaze indifferent. He only looked toward her in silence with a thoughtful expression.
“At least that gaze isn’t as lecherous as the rumors state.” Viola said with a harrumph.
“Alright, alright.” Ri took Viola’s arm, bringing her away before Clara died from holding in too much laughter. It had been a long time since they had seen Dyon being scolded by someone he couldn’t respond to. They found the exchange hilarious.
Still, while Dyon didn’t have any killing intent aimed toward Viola, he suddenly felt his hands itching. It seemed that he had to teach that Daisho Ken a lesson for daring to run his mouth so much. Maybe before Dyon would have to be wary of Ken, but in his current state, and from the rumors that he should be an 8th or 9th stage celestial, Dyon would be able to fight with him toe to toe.
Of course, winning or losing this fight wouldn’t prove anything. People would still talk. But it would definitely alleviate the fire in his gut.
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A few hours later, Dyon found himself in Ri’s courtyard. It was quite a lavish space, being about 10% the size of Soul Palace, a feat that was definitely not small.
“How did it go?”
After taking his time to cast a concealment array and handing the formation core to Ri, Dyon finally felt it was safe to ask.
Although Dyon’s eyes saw a dome of beautiful comet qi, unless a Moon Lord came here, even a dao expert who didn’t specialize in sensory abilities wouldn’t sense a thing. And, even if a Moon Lord of a dao expert of such caliber did come, they wouldn’t be able to do anything about it without alerting the three of them.
Of course, Dyon only restricted himself to comet qi in order to not draw too many parallels between the masked wife stealer and himself.
In response, Ri smiled brightly. “It went far better than I expected.”