Reaper of the Martial World

Chapter Book 6: 228: Proud (1)

Book 6: Chapter 228: Proud (1)

Dyon’s lower belly immediately heated up, reaching inconceivable temperatures in an instant.

Evangeline’s eyes were lit up with a pleasant surprise as Dyon’s robes lit on fire. However, with her cultivation, such a weak flame could never endanger her.

Dyon raised his head and roared to the skies. It was certain that if it wasn’t for the formation Evangeline had laid, the entirety of Soul Rending Peak would be alerted by what was going on.

“What a man!” Evangeline said with a sweet smile on her face.

Her hand ignored the flames, reaching forward and caressing Dyon’s broad chest. By now, his robes had turned to complete ash. Without the support of the strong soul cultivators they once had, the quality of robes Soul Rending Peak could provide to their disciples had taken a drastic drop. There was no surprise that it couldn’t withstand the burn.

“I’m sure you understand the intricacies of the Nine Yang Cloud plant, right?”

Seeing Dyon’s glare, Evangeline giggled.

“It’s not all bad,” She continued, “In ancient times, some tribes used it to test the manliness of their younger generation men. Often times, a man wouldn’t be allowed to become the next leader or heir apparent unless they reached a certain standard.

“It’s called the Nine Yang Cloud because there are nine levels of auspicious signs possible. To be able to trigger the first auspicious sign while still being an essence gatherer… You would do a woman good in bed.” Evangeline’s eyes twinkled with an odd.

At that moment, a cloud of red and gold was being formed over Dyon’s head, brightening the night sky. Not only did this represent the first auspicious sign, it also represented the first level of intensity. Unfortunately, ‘earning’ these auspicious signs didn’t just mean that you were a better equipped man, it also meant you’d be gifted with a more severe burn.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Evangeline’s eyes widened, “Seven clouds?”

The fire blazing emitting from Dyon’s body threatened to break through the sky. Seven clouds of red and gold, each bigger than the one below it hovered in the air, emitting an aura of pure yang.

One had to understand that the number of clouds that appeared had little to do with body cultivation. It may sound odd considering that this was an aphrodisiac, but it was the truth.

The reaction of the Nine Yang Cloud poison was dependant not upon body cultivation, or even energy or soul cultivation, it was dependant on one thing and one thing only: Your Primordial Yang.

The problem was that your Primordial Yang’s strength was also dependent on all facets of your cultivation. Dyon should still be too weak to evoke 7 clouds. Even a single one was enough to wholly impress Evangeline.

The only explanation was the only remaining facet of a Primordial Yang: potential. However, for potential to overwhelm everything else to reach this sort of level… It was mindboggling!

BOOM! … BOOM! BOOM! … BOOM!

Dyon’s roar grew louder, shattering the chair beneath him. Yet, he somehow floated in the air, trembling fiercer with every passing moment.

Evangeline hadn’t even gotten over the shock of seeing seven clouds before the maximum nine appeared. Even the arrays she had so carefully laid were threatening to shatter…

For context, even arrays she built with a casual swipe of her hand could contend with the best comet level formations in existence, let alone this one that she carefully and meticulously laid out while expecting the vicious auspicious signs of the Nine Yang Cloud poison.

Evangeline’s smile and pride faded away. It would be impossible for her to do what she wanted to do if Dyon just died first.

Just like every other aphrodisiac, its effects wouldn’t cease unless it was either purged by an expert, or the man under its influence vented the excess energy on a female. If not, the victim would simply implode from inside out.

The problem was that the intensity of this particular aphrodisiac depended on the number of clouds a man could evoke. Under normal circumstances, evoking more clouds was great. This was because the Nine Yang Cloud wasn’t a poison at all if it was coupled with an appropriately powerful dual cultivation technique. Instead, it became a very valuable, but also very expensive, cultivation resource.

The good news was that Dyon had an appropriately powerful dual cultivation technique. In fact, it was powerful enough by many times over. The bad news was that Dyon had no intention of quote unquote ‘venting’.

Despite the pain he was in, his eyes bore holes into Evangeline’s skull even as his skinned reddened and his veins bulged. Even his lower regions that should have been at full mast was forcefully held down by his body control, causing it to be, ironically, one of the coolest parts of his body.

“Oh? Despite forcefully contradicting the nature of the poison, you’re still clear headed enough to glare at little ol me?” Evangeline pouted. It seemed that she was capable of keeping a serious expression on for long. “The auspicious signs are done, you can run off now, no? Imagine all the unsuspecting, innocent and beautiful little girls running around the sect.

“Don’t you want to press them under you? Don’t you want to assert your dominance over them? To claim them as your women?

“This is what the elders want, isn’t that what you said? At the very least they won’t interfere until you’re fully satisfied. Wouldn’t you like one last hurrah before you’re shipped off to Soul Market?”