Reaper of the Martial World

Book 7: Chapter 295: Restoration (3)

Dyon looked down toward Yandevere silently. None of the words she had said were technically false.

If Dyon had been as untalented in the soul path as he had been on the energy and body paths, would he be here today? Had he not had the weapons and battle techniques of the celestial deer sect, would he still be here today? If the enemies of the celestial deer sect knew of his true identity, would he still be here?

These were appropriate questions to ask. And each of them were like pillars that held Yandevere’s dao heart together.

However, unlike how Dyon’s words nearly shattered Yandevere’s understanding, her words had no effect on him at all. Why? Because from beginning to end, Dyon never shirked his own bottom line, nor did he ever manipulate his own values based on the situation.

When one looked back on his life now, it was easy to say he was just very lucky to stand where he was, but how many people would have made the choices he had? historical

Back at Focus Academy, how many would have taken Madeleine’s Elder Brother’s strike for the sake of protecting a woman he cared for? How many would have put their life on the line for a frail boy he didn’t even know in Eli? How many would have had the courage to kill a God Clan’s young master? How many would have risked everything to save the elvin kingdom?

How many would have given themselves up to despair if they had to fight Loki and Elder Daiyu? How many would have fallen from grace after facing Ancestor Daiyu? How many would have forgotten about the nonsensical trial they were in for the sake of Amphorae?

How many times had Dyon put his life on the line? Would anyone in this world dare to say they had 100% confidence of escaping with their lives? Of course not. It was easy to look back on things and point a person out as lucky, but it was far more difficult to live through those things yourself.

Few had Dyon’s talent, but even fewer had his tenacity and perseverance. This was something Yandevere would never understand even if he spoke out all of these words to her.

“From today onward, you will be my puppet. Consider yourself lucky, I had planned to make you into a corpse warrior, but various circumstances are impeding me from doing so.”

Yandevere didn’t so much as turn her head away, it was as though she didn’t care, and why would she? She had already spent her life as a puppet of the Golden Crow Sect all because she was born with these unique flames, so why did any of it matter? She was just going from one master, to an even more powerful master.

Dyon pointed his finger toward Yandevere. Suddenly he felt that The Seal was more excited than usually. He had never felt it respond to openly and happily to him.

A line of sealing qi shot out from Dyon, entering Yandevere’s forehead. “For the record, with my soul strength, I’ll be able to tell immediately if you attempt to use your Devil’s Fog flames to eat away at my seal. If you’d like to stay human and not become a corpse, it’s best you don’t do anything foolish.”

“What’s the difference?” Yandevere muttered.

“The difference is that one can fight, and the other can’t.”

Dyon didn’t bother to explain his words. He stood Yandevere up. Not caring for her reaction, he stripped her of all her clothes.

At first, Yandevere had expected to be raped. She even prepared some snide comments about Madeleine and Dyon’s relationship. Clearly, even she found it difficult to remain unflustered in such a situation. Since when did she make snide comments?

However, Dyon didn’t care about Yandevere’s thoughts. He directly spun her around and found what he was looking for on the small of her back. The scar of a forcibly etched magic circle sat just above her slight, but well-shaped ass.

Dyon’s finger touched the scar, but he ended up frowning. An energy path-based seal was definitely to him.

“This seal is connected directly to her meridian pathway. If she disobeys, her cultivation will be crippled.” Little Yin explained.

“This is a bit troublesome.” Dyon muttered. “If she has to deal with conflicting commands, it’ll cause her to self-implode.”

“It’s more complicated that even that.” Little Yang suddenly said. “It’s a magic circle, but it uses concepts of runic vein theory for its inscription. This is a rare branch of magic…”

By concepts of runic vein theory Little Yang was referring to the practice of inscribing one’s body with runic veins, similar to Wilder. Much like runic veins, magic circles are found within the body as well. By etching this magic circle into Yandevere, it was like using her own power to bind her. Objectively speaking, it was ingenious.

Unlike Dyon’s seals where he had to mind his soul strength in comparison to his opponent’s, this type of seal didn’t care about such things. In fact, the more powerful the victim was, the more powerful the seal was. In reality, it was only a question of whether or not your opponent would just lie there and allow you to inscribe it.

After thinking about it, Dyon came up with a solution. He would sever her meridians and cripple her. This was shatter the seal easily. Afterward, he would feed her the Meridian Restoration pill.

Pills for curing crippled cultivations were incredibly rare not only because of their healing properties, but for the after-effects as well. The restructuring of the meridians that occurred afterward would be akin to a rebirth. In fact, it even allowed its taker the chance to advance in Order, if they were talented enough, that is.

The only trouble was that this was a peak Moon Grade pill, Dyon obviously hadn’t had the skill to make it before. In addition, its success rate was dependent on its percentage purity. Whether Yandevere would be crippled for life or not was dependent on Dyon’s skill.