Reaper of the Martial World

Chapter Book 12: 116: Butler (1)

Book 12: Chapter 116: Butler (1)

The three shadows around Dyon surged forward.

Without exchanging even a single word, they split, cutting the air apart as they once more converged toward Dyon from three separate directions.

Dyon sighed and flipped open his palm and a book appeared. This book was none other than the Soul Tome. It could be considered to be the only treasure of the 33 heavens that Dyon still had on him and the only one he hadn’t thrown from his body. Honestly, he hadn’t thrown it away not because he hadn’t wanted to, but he had completely forgotten about it.

Back then, there was a veil pulled over his mind as though some mysterious force hadn’t wanted him to throw it away. Those forces seemed to know that they couldn’t make him do this if he was aware he was being coerced, so they decided to wipe it from his mind. And, considering Dyon had thrown The Seal away, he didn’t have even a slight chance at stopping such a thing from occurring.

Now that Dyon had calmed from the rage he felt on that day, he no longer rashly threw it away. Of course, he hadn’t realized that his memories had been tampered with either.

“If you don’t want to be thrown away like the others, be obedient and be useful. I don’t have the patience for the tantrums you’ve thrown in the past.”

Dyon nonchalantly swung his left arm, his chain whipping forward like a tempestuous storm that sent the three shadows flying.

The Soul Tome vibrated as though refuting Dyon’s words.

“Don’t talk back to me, I still remember the first day we met. You didn’t even give him [Inner World: Sanctuary] until I called you useless. And, after that, as though you were paying me back, you didn’t give me a single other technique for hundreds of years. You knew I needed the rest of [Soul Aid], yet you had it the whole time but refused to give it to me. You think I don’t dare to rip all your pages out?!”

The Soul Tome’s vibrating grew fiercer. Clearly it was raining down curses upon Dyon, but only Dyon seemed to understand what it was saying, but his expression remained indifferent.

“So what if I threw away all your brothers and sisters? They were annoying me and they were nothing different from shackles on my future path.”

Dyon’s diamond-like chain whipped forward once more. This time, a ghastly scream escaped the lips of one of the shadows as they lost their arm in a blood fog.

“Just look at this, he actually managed to dodge a strike of mine. Too embarrassing. You want me to keep swinging this chain around randomly like this?”

The Soul Tome continued to vibrate.

“Regardless of your feelings, I don’t care. In the past, I couldn’t do much to you because I was too weak. But it’s not like that anymore. If you continue to piss me off, the first treasure I knock out of the 33 heavenly treasures will be you! Try me.”

Clearly, the Soul Tome was exasperated. Why had it chosen a master like this? Clearly it was trying to help him.

It hadn’t given him those techniques earlier because dao grade techniques really were the weakest within its pages. Even those heaven grade techniques Dyon had forced it to swallow in the Valley of Geniuses were completely detested by it and had long since been purged while Dyon wasn’t looking.

Plus, Dyon’s actions in throwing away the other treasures really pissed it off. How could someone be so arrogant?! If the experts on the immortal plane knew that Dyon had thrown away such treasures, they’d probably eat him alive even if it wasn’t in his possessions. Such actions could really infuriate people.

“Alright, alright, alright. I got it. It isn’t like I threw those treasures into the void of space, they’re all by my daughter’s side. Unless you’re trying to say that my daughter isn’t worthy? Because then I really will tear all your pages out.”

Dyon’s expression turned cold, causing the Soul Tome to shiver. This man really was too protective of his daughter. What would he do when she found a boy she liked? The Soul Tome prayed for the soul of that boy.

This aside, this was a shocking revelation to the Soul Tome. It hadn’t thought that Dyon would really have thought that far ahead.

“What, you thought that I would throw it to some random place and let someone else benefit from them? Even if those things really pissed me off, I wouldn’t do that. After all, if they fall into the hands of my enemies, then they’d only piss me off more. There’ll come a day when my daughter has no need of them and she’ll toss them aside just like I did.”

The Soul Tome twitched. Were they really trash that could be tossed aside at will? Plus, it knew well that Dyon was just getting payback for that day he tried to give them to his daughter before, but they rejected.

In the end, the Soul Tome sighed. At least they weren’t thrown into the trash. As far as master’s went, Alauna really was the second best behind Dyon.

After a moment, its pages began to incessantly flip. One after another, profound whip techniques lost throughout the ages flickered to life, floating forward as complex intermeshed arrays.