Reaper of the Martial World

Chapter Book 10: 128: Joy (1)

Book 10: Chapter 128: Joy (1)

Dyon’s only response to the Dragon King’s words was to cough up another mouthful of blood.

‘Forgive me for asking…’ Though the old lizard started his words like this, Dyon could already hear the deep sneer in his voice. ‘… But why is it that a so-called alchemist isn’t using alchemy to cure his own injuries.’

Dyon froze.

He really hadn’t even considered it. Not for a moment… All this time, he was just silently waiting for his clone to make the last leap and comprehend his third Blessing…

The Dragon King’s laughter resounded in Dyon’s ears. Dyon had never heard the old lizard express any emotion before, yet the old guy actually started laughing at him.

Dyon could faintly understand why. In the Dragon King’s view, no matter how heaven defying Dyon’s actions were on the mortal plane, it was still, in the end, the mortal plane. Weren’t the Dragon King’s own actions back then equally heaven defying? Yet look at the state he was in now.

However, the longer he followed Dyon, and the more he watched silently, the more he came to understood that Dyon’s ceiling was definitely not as simple as it seemed originally…

Slowly, the feeling of this wisp of his soul separated from the feelings of his main body and he began to tacitly accept Dyon even though his true self did not.

Dyon sighed, but it was interrupted by yet another mouthful of blood. Unfortunately, this time, chunks of strewn inner organ flew out along with it.

‘Alchemy…’

Dyon could remember the last time his main body refined pilled. He knew deep in his heart of hearts that he loved array alchemy with all his being, but his circumstances simply didn’t allow him to indulge. Even when he took a ‘vacation’ to stay by his daughter’s side, it was really only a façade. He spent much of that time consolidating the Mortal Alliance’s foundation to quickly catch up to those massive Outer Powers.

Still, over these long decades, it could be said that Dyon’s foundation had become incomparably sturdy. Though his main body hadn’t refined pills in years, in order to support the Mortal Alliance, he had countless clowns that were almost perpetually refining pills.

Common Grade, Practitioner Grade, Master Grade, Grandmaster Grade… Dyon had refined trillions of each tier over these years. Thanks to his ability to share experiences with his clones in combination with his talent and the [Dao of Array Alchemy], his foundations were far beyond what even the lower levels of the Immortal Plane could match.

In these moments, something deep within Dyon had already changed. He had regained the carefree attitude he had in his youth… He had once more become the Dyon who fought those 11 God Clan geniuses outside of the Demon Sage’s legacy world.

Dyon smiled lightly despite the pain surging through his body. “Thanks, old lizard.”

The Dragon King’s laughter paused before a deep snort resounded in Dyon’s mind. Afterward, the old guy disappeared once more.

Dyon, who was struggling on all fours, battled to push himself up, falling down to his butt and crossing his legs.

Not long afterward, an adorable bobbing alchemy cauldron appeared before him.

“Hey little guy.” Dyon said with a light smile. He seemed completely oblivious to the fact that he was the center of attention for the whole of the Sprite Capital. If it wasn’t for the fact his clones had sealed off access to the teleportation formations, maybe many would be pouring in to see the origin of this commotion already.

The little cauldron escaped Dyon’s hands, turning around and ignoring him.

Dyon smiled bitterly. “I’m sorry. I should have brought you out to fight too.”

The cauldron’s lid opened and slammed shut multiple times. Dyon could feel the little guy was ranting. Maybe if it had arms, they would be crossed as Dyon faced its back.

“Okay, okay. You’re right, you’re right. From now on, you can stay by my side. Since my identity is exposed anyway, there’s no need to put you away. Now you’ll never miss a fight again.”

The adorable little cauldron turned around slightly, seemingly liking the sound of Dyon’s words. However, it was shocked to see Dyon, who had been trying to hold back, cough up what seemed like another vat of blood.

Seeing this seen, it rushed over, its lid flapping. It was no doubt concerned, even rubbing itself against Dyon’s cheek and passing some of the medicinal essence built up within its body to him.

“No big deal, no big deal.” Dyon comforted with a light smile. “Some people just made me aggravate some hidden injuries. They’ve already paid with their lives.”

Those who heard these words were shocked. Could it be that Dyon had actually entered the battle so severely injured?

Now that they thought about it… From start to finish, the Fallen hadn’t laid a single hand on Dyon. So, how could they be responsible for his injuries?

Several expressions changed, not knowing how to handle this new information.

And this little cauldron… Wasn’t it a little too… human? It was without a doubt indefinitely close to birthing an artifact spirit!

“Will you help me refine some pills?”

The cauldron bobbed, clearly assenting to Dyon’s request.

Dyon took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. If he let his mind become to effected by his injuries, the final result wouldn’t be what he needed.

In an instant, he seemed to completely forget about the outside world.