Reaper of the Martial World

Book 7: Chapter 46: Mortal Clan (1)

The speed of the Heaven’s Sparrow was far too quick. Even with Dyon’s thinking speed, his flashback to his memories about his grand teacher had only just faintly begun before a blinding flash of lightning came and went. Maybe the most shocking part was that this flash of lightning wasn’t the sparrow itself, but rather the lingering rage of the saint tribulation clouds.

Isla, who was still panicking, and Ri, who had frozen completely in despair, didn’t realize what happen either as dark waves of water towering hundreds of meters crashed down around Dyon.

To those in the distance, and even Head Void, Dyon had died. The tribulation must have ended because the one who triggered it was no longer among the living. However, those who thought that way forgot one very important thing: Head Void was still alive.

~ *Months ago*

“You… Are you really who you say you are?”

After months of searching, Clara was finally able to find all 12 Legacy World locations. Normally, this would have been impossible for her to do so quickly, but due to the supreme grade treasure Dyon had gifted her, she was capable of boosting the range of her control and divine sense a larger distance than she already could. In addition, she made use of a divine sense extending technique within the [Dao of Array Alchemy]. Although it resulted in a severe drop in the details she could pick up, she only needed to sense vague fluctuations in energy to find her targets.

Truth be told, it would have been far more efficient if Dyon was the one to search, but that was impossible at the time considering the issues waiting for him back at Soul Rending Peak. It was lucky for Clara that Heaven Grade beasts like Little Wind grew very quickly. In the past more than half year, she already had a wingspan of almost five meters.

The moment Clara found the 12^th world and became certain that there weren’t any more to find, her first target was the Legacy World closest to the former location of her home country: America.

Currently, she was in a land of dense forests. A small tribe was built upon trees at the very edge of the world at seemingly the furthest place from danger.

According to what Clara could tell, though, this wasn’t the only tribe in this Legacy World, which made one of her biggest fears come true… Instead of coming together like they should have, human nature shone through and fractured an already weakened people…

What Clara didn’t know was that a little over two million people had survived from a population of over 10 billion. For two million people to fit into just 12 Legacy Worlds there had to be at least a few hundred thousand per. Yet, this tribe only had a few thousand people… The divide was greater than she thought.

The only saving grace was that the tribe itself seemed to salvage a few values of their mortal realm. The wooden houses were built with signs of advanced engineering despite their simplicity, the tribe was clean, showing that sanitation was taken seriously, and the agriculture couldn’t be said to be thriving, but was at least being sustained well with various redirected villages and plowed lands.

However, with the good, came many problems. Their culture had devolved almost barbarically.

The leader speaking to Clara now was very obviously the strongest, and not the smartest they had to offer. The role of women had receded by several hundred years, very obviously considering the fact there wasn’t a single one here in a leadership capacity even for such an important meeting aside from Clara herself. And, Clara would bet her life on the fact the prettiest of women were monopolized by these very men here regardless of what their feelings on the matter may or may not have been.

Clara didn’t even need to look around personally, her divine sense caught all of these details despite only having a range of a dozen or so kilometers.

What she saw made her very angry to say the least. To make matters worse, the one who had spoken with such sincerity and hope in their voice weren’t the leaders in this room, but rather a female servant standing to the side.

“Did I give you permission to speak?” A man sitting at the chieftain’s chair glared at the woman who spoke, causing her to stumble backward and lower her head.

Clara’s anger seethed. The part of her that had spent the last 20+ years in the martial world wanted to wave a hand and behead them all… But, the part of her that was still holding on to the past refrained. She couldn’t just solve problems by killing… There had to be a better way. There were already too few of them left.

Seeing how these men were acting, Clara knew very well that the only reason they hadn’t simply attacked her was because of Little Wind.

In their everyday lives, what these “macho men” feared the most were the beasts that frequented these Legacy Worlds. Seeing Little Wind tamed by Clara made it obvious to them that dealing with Clara wouldn’t be easy, which was why although they were practically salivating at her beauty, they hadn’t dared to make a move.

What they didn’t know was that Clara herself was far stronger than Little Wind who wasn’t even a year old yet.

“Be more respectful of those around you, or else you’ll pay a price.” Clara said with a sharpened gaze.

The large framed chieftain turned to Clara with a smirk on his face, clearly treating her like a little girl.

“Former First Daughter, was it?” The chieftain smiled as though Clara hadn’t said anything. “You’d do well to remember that this is my tribe, not yours.

“You may think that that little bird of your gives you some protection, but what does one beast mean in the front of hundreds of men? We’ve survived here for decades eating and killing beasts just like yours!

“Do you think that I won’t strip you naked and let every here have a taste?!” The more he spoke, the more vicious his eyes grew.

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