Reaper of the Martial World

Chapter Book 7: 145: Infantile (3)

Book 7: Chapter 145: Infantile (3)

Ri didn’t seem to notice God Mist’s building killing intent. Instead, she only smiled more brightly. It was clear to everyone that she didn’t take any of them seriously.

“The good news for me is that I don’t need the Water Mist Sect’s resources. So, it’s best you do your very best to cripple me like you did them.” Ri’s demeanor changed entirely. It wasn’t in her personality to beat around the bush, not was it to her liking to play games of illusory chess. “I hope you break through to the Peak Celestial Realm quickly, Senior Sister Anabella, or else I fear what might happen to you.”

Little Wind’s wings flapped, carrying Ri and Clara into the skies.

“First Elder! If my husband visits, do tell him where I am. He tends to get worried sometimes and he’s quite overprotective. I believe Junior Sister Chrysanthemum knows a thing or two about this.”

Ri’s words caused Chrysanthemum to clutch her fists in rage. It wasn’t just about forcing her to remember her own husband being humiliated, it was also the fact she dared to call her Junior Sister!

Everyone knew about the rumors that circulated behind her back… No one believed that Chrysanthemum deserved the title of core disciple because she was still a pseudo celestial. Obviously, if one acknowledged her new core disciple standing, then since she joined the sect far earlier than Ri, she should be known as the Senior Sister. However, Ri was clearly spitting in the face of this!

“Oh, I forgot one thing.” Ri turned back to God Mist who was staring daggers at her back-view. “I can’t be unfair in my assessment. In all the wrong you all presented, you were right about something, Senior Sister Anabella. It is my choice to enter the Dark Ocean. The Mist Clan has no ability to compel me to do anything.”

The sounds of Ri’s happy laughter disappeared over the horizon, leaving the First Elder with twinkling eyes and three rage infused women.

**

Months after these events of the Water Mist Sect, Dyon’s situation was still as hopeless. His pure, vitality filled blood still fell from his shoulders and thighs, his ability to stay awake was becoming weaker, all while even his arms around Madeleine’s body slackened.

All this time, he had been emitting soul energy to mask her presence, but even that seemed to be wavering. He refused to let go, even trying to keep the same upbeat energy he had had before, however his voice began to waver as well.

It could be said that this mineral sprite knew little of the world, or was willfully ignorant. It never thought to itself why Dyon would still be emitting soul energy after all this time. Maybe if it had it would have realized that it had a hostage it could make use of which would have sped up this entire situation.

However ironic it might be, this was exactly what made the situation so dangerous. Dyon had planned for this to have ended months ago. Maybe the sprite would have threatened Madeleine’s life, leaving Dyon with no choice but to allow it to use his body. Then, the moment it entered his Mind’s Eye, he would either shatter its existence entirely or enslave it using The Seal.

But, Dyon made the mistake of not planning for the thought process of fools once again. Truth be told, it really couldn’t be blamed on him this time. The sprite was so mind numbingly stupid that it hadn’t even thought to question something so blatantly obvious. No matter how intelligent Dyon was, how could he plan for an opponent who barely had two brain cells to rub together?

To think that the mighty Dyon Sacharro would find out that his kryptonite was ignorance and stupidity.

In the end, not only had Dyon’s body weakened, even his soul was wavering after so long. Even he couldn’t continuously emit such pure soul energy for months on end.

Still, there was one benefit to the sprite’s stupidity. It should have realized by now that by its calculation of Dyon’s soul strength, Dyon wouldn’t have had the power to emit such qi for so long. The fact he had…

It was at this moment that the sprite felt it had waited long enough.

A formless light peaked out from the clump of rainbow metal before disappearing the instant it appeared, only for it to reappear moment later.

It seemed as though it was trying to be cautious, but wasn’t taking the proper precautions in the least. However, it felt how lax Dyon’s body was through its connection with the silver mountain. It could tell that he didn’t have even a sliver of energy left.

This game of peak-a-boo continued for hours. The blob of unformed light would slowly inch outward before running back into its vessel. Eventually, it began to repeat this same action on larger scales, rushing out several meters before scurrying back.

It was like an immature child playing a game. It didn’t seem to have a moral compass, nor did it understand the gravity of what it was doing. It had simply decided that Dyon was a bad man for coming into its home.

Two days later, the blob of light finally appeared before Dyon, having done its back and forth dance for hours on end now. Still, it hesitated, rushing back to the rainbow rock with blinding speeds that made one wonder why it hadn’t just used such speed to begin with.

Finally, after another day of stalling, it surged forward like a ray of light. Even if Dyon had been ready, it was simply impossible to track this level of speed. It was the kind of pace that would drown out even a dao formation expert!

The ray of light surged into Dyon’s forehead, entering his Mind’s Eye in a mere instantaneous moment.

Dyon’s inner eye looked nothing like it usually did. What once was a lush land of red-gold fire stretching out as far as the eye could see had considerably dimmed. Now, other than a pale and sickly orange light to the floor, there was nothing but black all around.

The sprite only barely stopped itself from jumping up with happiness to surge forward ecstatically and head toward the center of the world.

However, what it saw when it got there made it freeze in fear.

It wanted to turn back, wanted to say it was sorry for ever letting things go this far, but it was too late.

A pressure the likes of which it had never felt in its infantile life descended from above as chains of gold shot out of a Seal so brilliant it couldn’t be seen through.

The blob of light felt a rage that could destroy nations descend upon it. In fact, it was the last thing it felt before everything went black.