Reaper of the Martial World

historical

Book 7: Chapter 118: Second Life (4)

“Really big brother?” Sen hopped excitedly, not minding that he shook the entire Palace with a single movement. “I want a big busty blond, a petite Lolita, and at least one sadist. My uncle always said that taming a sadistic woman is the best feeling in the world!”

Linlin, Biibi and Shere looked toward Sen with disdain. Despite being beasts, they were women first and foremost. Why was Sen talking about women like they were cabbages you could just pick one of every kind of?

Dyon’s lip twitched. He didn’t dare to comment with Amphorae right next to him. Something about her calm slight smile sent shivers down his spine.

“You little brat. The women that choose to follow you must do so willingly! Such a thing depends on your charms. Your big brother is lacking in this area, you’ll have to stumble around for yourself.” Dyon said after coughing for a bit.

Amphorae’s emerald eyes shone brightly for a moment before dimming back.

“Of course, willingly!” Sen scratched the back of his head. His palms were so large that they overshadowed even that massive head of his. “If it’s not willingly, what fun would there be?”

Dyon shook his head and said no more.

“What will you do for now?” Dyon turned to Amphorae. He was unwilling to leave her so soon, but he quite literally only had a few days remaining before the Golden Flame Mystical World opened. He couldn’t leave Madeleine, especially not with the Golden Crow Sect eyeing her flames.

Amphorae smiled mysteriously. “Dragon hunting.”

Dyon’s eyes widened. “W – huh?”

“There is no better place to train that the Drago-Qilin lands. I haven’t stretched my legs in a long time.” Amphorae said lightly.

Although her words were just as steady and even as ever, her lust for battle made Dyon’s dao heart tremble. It wasn’t until now that Dyon realized just how much of her aura Amphorae hid from him. If a mere leak could cause his very cultivation root to quake, what would her full momentum do?

Up until now, Dyon had never met a true dao formation expert. Each one he had clashed with till now could only be considered those who were severely weakened or had only barely made it into the realm. However… Amphorae was a true dao formation expert! A middle one at that! To say that she could kill Dyon with a single finger was a severe understatement, she didn’t even need to lift a finger!

In her previous life, Amphorae had never had an opportunity to find what she truly loved. Much like Dyon, her life was filled with duty and responsibility, not to mention training. Sure, there was her love of music, but even that was hidden… But, in this life, after her father’s empire was destroyed, the only person she had to answer to was herself! She had grown exponentially as a person!

The truth of the matter was that she had no obligation to still love Dyon, even after awakening her memories. To her, her past life couldn’t be considered truly living… She didn’t even understand herself, how could she decide what she loved?

However, when Amphorae’s memories awakened, she realized that even now, the shadow Dyon left on her heart was irreplaceable! She didn’t fully understand why, it was difficult to put it into words, she just knew that in this life, there could only be Dyon!

That said, she would ignore the things she loved in this life for his sake again. Hidden behind her slight smile and elegant demeanor, there was a boiling lust for battle, a will to conquer and a willingness to shower herself in blood!

Dyon’s heart pumped as he looked on toward his wife.

Of his loves, Madeleine hated fighting and blood with a passion. Ri was opinionless on the topic and only fought as a means to an end, her true love had been array alchemy, but her poor talent had stopped her from pursuing it until recently. As for Clara, she was a woman of the mortal realm, her first kill hadn’t even come until just a few years earlier when she was forced to take Head Void’s life!

However, Amphorae grew and was baptized in blood time and time again. Her father was the mighty Demon Sage. Her husband was the mighty Titan Emperor. Not only did she have an Asura bloodline from her Pakal heritage, her true bloodline was bestowed by the conquerors of the human race: the angels!

Dyon suddenly grinned as he watched Amphorae’s valiant aura steadily grow. She wanted to temper it down, but the prospect of battle was so exciting to her that she couldn’t control it. Even Dyon couldn’t control his trembling as he stood across from her… His own wife’s presence… It made him feel fear! The poor celestial beast babies had gone quiet, shoving their small faces into Dyon’s chest. Shere had even leapt from Amphorae’s arms, into Dyon’s.

“You four… Go find somewhere else to be!” Dyon dropped the three toddlers in his arms, much to their despair. But, considering they were actually almost 30 years old by now, he wasn’t sorry at all.

In one swift motion, he swept Amphorae’s small waist into his arms, greedily breathing in her scent as his lower regions flamed to life, and disappeared.