Reaper of the Martial World

Book 12: Chapter 42: Nightwell (3)

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Lilith said when she was certain the only two who could hear her were Dyon and Saru.

“Me?” Dyon blinked innocently.

“Of course. Such a beautiful virgin girl laying her maidenhood on the line in front of so many people for you. It must stroke your ego.”

Lilith smiled sweetly, little dimple dipping into her soft cheeks.

By now, Dyon realized that Lilith’s jealousy was just her means of teasing and having fun with him. She seemed to enjoy flustering him. But, even if he was aware of this, he didn’t dare to ignore her, or else maybe this teasing would become something more real. He didn’t want to have to deal with her tears again. That had shaved at least a decade off of his life.

“Never. I am a man of integrity and morality. Plus, even if I wasn’t, how could she compare to you two?”

Dyon grinned a cheesy grin and gave the two beauties a thumbs up, feeling he had succeeded when he got a giggle out of it.

Though Kywen and Tedric couldn’t hear what the three of them were talking about, just seeing Dyon dare to continue to entertain other women after Crystella’s words filled them with rage. Even if Crystella personally told them that she was okay with them having other women, would they dare to act on such thoughts? Of course not!

Yet, a mere mortal dared to act so casually, laughing with and teasing other women even when Crystella was right there.

Crystella, however, didn’t seem to care. In fact, she didn’t spare a glance backward, not feeling the need to.

In her mind, Dyon simply checked off all the boxes she needed in a husband. He was a generational talent, he was more than handsome enough, and though his lineage was lacking, helping him enter the Immortal realms wouldn’t be a problem.

Topping this with the fact he had some backbone and he met her standards. Nothing more, nothing less.

Though she had many suitors from higher level bubble worlds, those men only treated her like a prize to add to their collection. If she truly married them, her Nightwell family would simply become a pawn. This wasn’t something she wanted.

However, if she had such a genius alchemist for a husband, the rise of her Nightwell family was only a matter of time. In such a case, who cared if he indulged other women? It wasn’t as though she loved him.

Once he entered the Immortal Celestial world, he would help her conceive a child and the rest of their relationship could be platonic for all she cared.

On the ground below, madly chasing after the two flying treasures, the Immortal Saints of the bubble world in the midst of Armageddon ran. Zabel, who believed he had made an enemy of Dyon, was especially gloomy. He had even left Zaneta City without a word to Taline. She could very well die in this catastrophe, yet he turned his back on her without hesitation.

In such an environment, only Immortal Saints could protect themselves with some measure of success. Immortal Essence cultivators could only hope that an eruption didn’t happen near them.

“Careful.” Dyon suddenly said. “An eruption is about to occur over there in just about 3 more seconds.”

After saying these words, Dyon didn’t stand on ceremony and swerved Chibi’s cauldron. Crystella’s ears perked up and swerved as well.

There wasn’t much of a chance to doubt Dyon’s words because mere few ticks later, the ground blasted apart.

A pillar of fiery red and gold, holding out with a diameter of 50 meters shot into the skies, piercing through the smoggy blue above. In this kind of atmosphere, the clouds couldn’t even last, leaving nothing but a greyish blue all around.

Droplets of molten lava became the only rain they knew, falling from the skies to be accompanied by the screams of pain the Immortal Saints behind them left.

Who knows when, but the number of Immortal Saints had grown to about 12. This was probably the maximum total that could appear in this bubble world. They had likely been informed by the Immortal Saints of Zaneta City to come here. After all, the more of them there were, the more concessions they’d be able to pull from Crystella and the other two.

However, due to their ingrained biases toward mortals, many of them had snorted at Dyon’s words, only to end up heavily injured.

Crystella’s eyes sharpened, looking toward Dyon with a heated gaze. It was more emotion than she had ever displayed before, yet it was somehow still subdued.

“You’re a Spiritual Sage?”

The eyes of those who heard this question widened. Just what kind of status did a Spiritual Sage have? Even Crystella’s home world only had one, and even her grandfather had to treat him with the utmost respect.

Dyon smiled. “You could say so.”

Crystella’s heart quickened, as did the hearts of many others. Kywen and Tedric found it difficult to regulate their breathing. They could only console themselves, trying to hypnotize their minds into believing it had only been dumb luck.

“… You lead, then. I will point out the direction to you.”

Dyon shrugged and went on ahead. The two young men were especially hoping that he would slip up, but as more time passed, it became obvious that Dyon wasn’t making things up. A mortal Spiritual Sage… It really did exist!

After several careful maneuvers, the group made it to their destination half a day later.

It was a massive mountain. There wasn’t a drop of lava around it unlike the pooling molten metal and rock that had slowly begun to cover half of the bubble world. However, it still glowed a furious red.

It was obvious with a glance that this wasn’t the mountain’s natural state. Rather… Whatever was inside of it was so hot that the mountain itself began to heat up to obscene levels, causing a terrible crimson color.

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