Reaper of the Martial World

Book 8: Chapter 68: Little Sister (2)

On the middle tier, just outside of Middle Lily City, the appearance of Lyla, Damaris and Zaire caused Yandevere to frown. How could she not? She didn’t know who these individuals were.

In that moment, just as she had turned her head toward the voices, she suddenly felt an overwhelming danger coming from her back.

It was already too late to react, Yandevere’s face paled slightly, but in the end, she sighed. The life of a traitor should end this way, no? Either way, she was never going to earn the trust of Dyon anyway. She would spend the rest of her life as a slave. Maybe one day when Dyon fell into the depraved cycle of the martial world like everyone did, he would turn her into his own personal sex slave.

She had no delusions that she was better than Madeleine, but men were animals. At least that was what she had learned in her short life. It was probably better for her to leave the world in this way instead of dying a depraved, pitiful death sometime in the future.

The male Goldeen Clan member sneered as his fists, coated in blazing golden flames careened toward Yandevere’s delicate back. He could almost see her body impaled already.

It was difficult for pseudo-dao experts to communicate with their enigmatic qi. Usually, they would only apply small wisps of it to their attacks in order to bolster their strength, the rest of the time, they relied on celestial qi just like peak celestials did. Because of this, the young man knew that Yandevere couldn’t react despite being stronger than him. He had already stimulated his enigmatic qi, but she didn’t have the opportunity to do so, so she could only defend with celestial qi.

“Disperse.”

Suddenly, the world itself tremble. The gentle voice of a young lady resounded, reverberting like the delicate ring of a silver bell. It should have been impossible for such a soft voice to carry such power, yet…

The ground quaked and the skies shook.

In that moment, the male’s fist collided with Yandevere’s back, sending her flying several hundred meters through the plains. But, the expectation of showering blood and impaled bodies never came to fruition.

The male trembled as he looked into the skies, his eyes training on a young lady with an adorable face and long pink hair. She hadn’t moved from the spot she stood in, yet the male felt a deep fear in his heart, it was so much so that he stumbled backward, unable to collect himself.

“You saved her?” Zaire asked in confusion.

“You big dope.” Lyla said with a doting expression. “If she was our enemy, why would they attack her? She’s a subordinate of Big Brother’s.”

“Oh!” Zaire nodded in understanding. It wasn’t that he was too stupid to understand this concept, Zaire was highly intelligent. Rather, he didn’t jump to the conclusion Lyla had. He thought that Yandevere might be someone who had crossed into this mess by accident and since she was powerful, these bastards wanted to get rid of her while she was distracted.

Due to his draconic blood, Zaire wasn’t a fan of saving the weak. If you died, then you were simply not strong enough, that was the way of the world. The only exceptions he had to this rule were his own family. If Madeleine had even a hair missing on her head, these people would be the first to pay.

However, Lyla had her True Empathy. She was an inherently kind person. Not just this, but she obviously not only knew of the male’s intention to attack, but also Yandevere’s intention to betray them.

Zaire hadn’t wanted her to save them because the technique she used was a secret that shouldn’t be disseminated easily. If it came out to save Madeleine, sure, it was fine. Madeleine was worth it. But, it definitely wasn’t if it was for a stranger.

Yandevere blinked in confusion. ‘I’m alive?’

She stood, her pale face and mage gowns covered in dust. ‘I’m not injured either? How is that possible?’

Yandevere felt a severe aching on her back, but such a thing for cultivators was negligible.

“W-who are you?” The male didn’t have the demeanor of a pseudo-dao expert any longer. The seven individuals who had followed him, including his female counterpart, looked at him with varying degrees of confusion. Maybe only the female understood exactly where his fear stemmed from.

‘That little girl… With just one word, she completely dispersed Alax’s enigmatic qi… She doesn’t even look like she strained herself, how is that possible?!’ The heartbeat of the female quickened. ‘This isn’t not good, this isn’t good at all.’

The abilities of a True Empath were beyond the comprehension of these individuals. When it first begins, it’s tied to emotion. One could feel vague thoughts and comprehend those around them to a minor extent. Once it progresses, one can read surface thoughts. It’s possible to directly read the mind of an individual without much effort at all, barring the use of treasures like The Seal.

Once True Empathy advances once more, it’s possible to read deeply hidden thoughts. Memories, dark secrets, hidden intentions unknown to even the person themselves… It can all be read.

However, these wasn’t the final form of True Empathy, not even close. Why was it that True Empaths were needed to enter the Elvin Tombs? Wasn’t it because only they could easily navigate the ancient game that protected it?

True Empathy isn’t just about seeing the Truth in humans, it’s about seeing the Truth in all things!

Now… What if that truth was applied to formations? Wouldn’t it be impossible to trap a True Empath in such a thing? What if that truth was applied to battle? Wouldn’t the weakness of any technique be laid bare? But… What if that truth was applied to language? What if the deepest meaning behind words were understood? Wouldn’t it be possible to destroy entire worlds just by speaking?

“You may not know me…” Lyla said in her sweet voice. “But, you most definitely know my Big Brother. You’ve trapped my Big Brother’s wife. My Big Sister Madeleine.

“With me here, you’re no match for us. You can either clear the way, or face the consequences.”

This was a day the martial world would be lit on fire… Everyone would remember the day that Dyon’s little sister outshone even him.