Reaper of the Martial World

Chapter Book 10: 110: Drop (1)

Book 10: Chapter 110: Drop (1)

“You. Stand up.”

Dyon’s voice was cold, causing the eight geniuses to involuntarily shiver. However, seven of them sighed a breath of relief when they realized the aim of his words wasn’t themselves, but rather, Bowaye.

Bowaye was unable to control his body as the qi around him swirled to life and brought him toward Dyon.

Though his face was expressionless after recovering from the shock of Alauna’s words, waves were being sent through his heart. This first mystical world of their training tower was specifically created to stop one’s ability to control atmospheric qi… How was Dyon so casually circumventing these rules?

“I’ve taken a liking to you. You will be my third disciple.”

Bowaye’s eyes widened in shock. How could he, the Battle God of the Earthen Sprites, who had cultivation even higher than Dyon’s, possibly become the disciple of this man?

“I… Already have a master.” Bowaye said through gritted teeth.

“Then tell him or her to come and get you. If they can manage to succeed, you can stay under their tutelage. But the way I see it, your talent is being wasted.”

Alauna smiled sweetly. “You should accept, Brother Bowaye. Being my father’s disciple will be a great boon for you.”

Bowaye’s lip twitched. Hearing Alauna call this mysterious young man father so easily really let matters sink in. This Dyon really had bedded the Unblemished One.

Alauna usually kept her distance from the other youths, but she wasn’t exactly an ice beauty. She had inherited much of her father’s personality, so she was fun loving, sarcastic, and mischievous. So, though he didn’t become too close to anyone, she had a warm place in the hearts of many.

Still, the only one of the eight so-called Battle Gods she called brother was Bowaye. Only he didn’t irritate her.

Without waiting for their conversation to finish, Dyon walked by the seven kneeling geniuses, his daughter following behind while Bowaye floated after them against his will. As for Madeleine, Ri, and Clara, Dyon sent them into his Inner World as well.

Though these fools who were no doubt on their way didn’t dare to touch a hair on Alauna’s head any longer, this didn’t mean they wouldn’t threaten his wives. Dyon wouldn’t allow them the chance.

‘[Seal Shackles].’

Dyon casually stirred The Seal, locking the seven geniuses in place.

Now that he had awakened his Immortal Sense, he no longer had to be so careful in hiding his Treasures of the 33 Heavens. His enemies were in for a rude awakening.

**

Outside of the Mystical World filled tower, a gathering of elites was quickly taking place. Having had an opportunity of this magnitude fall into their laps, there was no way they would miss this advantage.

As for Luna, she sat in her Palace with an uncharacteristic nervous expression hidden behind her veil.

When she heard her daughter’s words, though she had felt immediate warmth, it was soon taken over by worry. She believed in Dyon as much as Alauna did… What she didn’t believe in was herself. Were her feelings and her dignity worth Dyon making a move and disrupting some of his own plans just for her sake?

The smart thing to do would be to ignore the situation entirely. Even if the foundation of the Heavenly Sprites that she built shook some, it wouldn’t crumble in a day. Plus, with the Ancient Battlefield descending so soon, there wasn’t enough time for the prominent Clans of her territory to pick up and move their foundations.

In all likelihood, the four other factions would only use this ploy as a chance to make Luna back down from seeking reparations for the matter of Alauna’s attempted kidnapping, and things would end like that. Though her reputation would be stained, she was still a Higher Existence level character, it wasn’t as though the Sprite Alliance would cripple their strength all for the sake of booting her out. It was better if they maintained a delicate balance.

If Luna could think of all of this, she was certain that Dyon could as well. Wouldn’t it make sense if Dyon weighed his options and decided to forego her feelings for the sake of hiding his true strength until the opportune time? Even if he chose this route, she wouldn’t blame him…

There were too many people lurking in the shadows, plotting Dyon’s downfall. The less they knew about him, the better. In her heart of hearts, Luna would even rather him ignore her feelings.

Those matters that seemed like a lifetime ago, and were truly a lifetime ago for Dyon, still weighed on her heart.

A few decades ago, she didn’t truly know the kind of man the father of her child was, but now she was confident that she did… And this kind of man… She felt a genuine happiness that they shared a miracle like Little Alauna together.

It was because of this understanding that Luna sat down so nervously, not knowing what to do with herself.

A part of it was an irrational nervousness because she was already well aware of what Dyon would do. But, another part was a nervousness toward just how these matters would unfold… She didn’t want anything bad to happen to Dyon…

It was then that the projections Luna’s eyes practically bore into revealed words that made her petite frame tremble.

Dyon stepped out of the tower, watching as numerous figures gathered in the skies.

“I see people in lofty places have words to say about my private matters… I’d really like to see who dares breathe another word about my, Dyon Sacharro’s, woman.”