Reaper of the Martial World

Book 10: Chapter 80: Big Deal (2)

“Yea, so you wouldn’t shamelessly beat up your injured son-in-law, right? Think of how Amphorae and Little Alauna would feel.”

Dyon spoke righteously without even a tinge of red on his face. While Amphorae was baffled, Little Alauna could hardly hold in her giggles.

“You –.”

“You’re injured?” Amphorae looked toward Dyon, the worry that had been for her father immediately transferring over to her husband.

Sargeras’ face darkened, but his words were caught in his throat.

“Eh, it’s a small injury.” Dyon waved his hand.

“Help him.” Amphorae ignored Dyon’s nonsense and looked toward Sargeras.

“Tell him to help himself, hmph.” Sargeras looked away, not willing to meet his daughter’s gaze.

“If you don’t help him right now, I won’t talk to you for a month.” Amphorae glared, not budging an inch.

Sargeras sighed in defeat. “I have no ability to help him. His injuries have become similar to… a reverse phantom pain is the best way I can describe. Instead of feeling pain where there is none, he’s actually reached a state where he feels nothing despite the fact he should probably be knocked out in a bed somewhere.

“That latter state is far more dangerous than the former.”

One might think that not feeling pain ever would be a great thing. However, any medical professional worth their salt could tell you that such an ailment is one of the most dangerous in existence.

Pain evolved to be a part of life for a reason. It’s a warning that allows one to know when not to go too far and a light that signals death is ahead.

If you suddenly lose that signal, your life will immediately be in danger.

This condition had actually appeared in Dyon’s mortal world and was studied by many doctors. Imagine for a moment that you could feel no pain and placed your hand on a burning hot stove. Maybe you simply forgot to turn the stove off previously, but now you’re going about your business as though your skin isn’t burning.

If things went too far, or you didn’t manage to smell your own burning flesh, you could very well end up with terrible burns. Since even third-degree burns have the potential to take a mortal’s life, one can imagine how dangerous such a situation would be.

Now scale this upward several times over. A cultivator’s sensitivity to pain is incredibly important.

Meridian pathways are incredibly complex and interwinding, if one isn’t triggered by pain the moment they circulate their qi along the wrong paths, wouldn’t you die to cultivation deviation without even understanding what happened?

Of course, someone on Dyon’s level would never make such a mistake, but this illustrated the dangers well.

“… He’s out running about, flashing here and there, when in reality each move he makes only makes things worse. He’s lucky he has holy type qi, or else his body would have already collapsed on him.”

Amphorae turned her glare toward Dyon, allowing Sargeras to breathe a sigh of relief. Dyon could only put his hands up in mock defeat.

He couldn’t claim he wasn’t aware, because his Immortal Sense was too potent. That said, Sargeras’ understanding of the human body still surpassed his own, so although Dyon’s vision was clearer than the old man’s, the Demon Sage’s ability to deduce the severity of the problem was still far better.

Still, Dyon wasn’t worried. He didn’t have to use much effort even to kill a Higher Dao Expert. If he ignored the injuries on his body, even Peak Dao experts would fall.

Plus, he already had two solutions to this problem. First were his Wings of Blessings, and second was the Ancient Battlefield.

His clone had been conquering lands for quite some now and there were finally some clues toward where he might fight some dao grade type qis. He was already confident that he could cure his injuries as long as he cast the Angel’s ultimate healing spell with the support of celestial grade holy type qi, but if he found dao grade holy type qi, it wouldn’t even be necessary to learn the magic at all.

“Just what did you do exactly.” The Demon Sage’s brows furrowed. He had long since given up the idea of beating Dyon into submission, he would much rather wait for Dyon to be at full strength. After all, he was a prideful man. But, he was still greatly confused.

Dyon clearly hadn’t been injured in battle, his injuries weren’t consistent with that kind of strain. Rather… it seemed to be along his blood vessels and meridians pathways… As though he was testing his comprehension of some technique continuously as though he couldn’t sense his own qi had become akin to razor blades within his own body.

Many looked toward Dyon curiously. There really shouldn’t be many environments on the Mortal Plane capable of doing this to him… His body was simply too powerful.

Dyon could see the keen anticipation in his father-in-law’s eyes. For a man who was constantly looking for places to temper his body, Dyon’s injuries weren’t a sad realization, but rather the happiest of occasions.

Dyon smiled knowingly. “I took a trip to the Immortal Plane.”

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