Reaper of the Martial World

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Book 7: Chapter 312: Probation (2)

The glaive was far too oversized for Dyon. That said, he never intended to use it to begin with. The more profound Dyon’s understanding of weapon wills became, the more useless he suddenly found high grade weapons. Similar to how he didn’t care for alchemy furnaces until he found the Battle Cauldron, the concept was analogous. It probably wouldn’t make much of a difference to him unless he found some next level weapon.

Still, taking this glaive had nothing to do with his own desires. Or rather, they did, but not desires pertaining to receiving a new treasure. Dyon needed to find a systematic way to cool himself down, and only this method both caused irreparable harm to Anak while also not reach the point of mobilizing the whole Emperor Giant Clan.

In all likelihood, the next few years’ worth of that Clan’s resources would all go toward finding a method to heal Anak’s soul properly. If they didn’t, his talent would be permanently harmed. As for Dyon who could easily heal Anak’s soul, he obviously had no intention of doing so.

“Alexandria Snow, are you aware of your wrongs?!” Second Elder Mist could only vent her anger in the only way she could. Even Viola couldn’t stop her from implementing Sect rules, right?

Ri slightly yawned. “I don’t remember doing anything.”

“You… Two of your fellow disciple sisters are hanging on to their lives by a thread, yet you dare to say that you’ve done nothing?!”

“Did I attack them?” Ri looked at the Second Elder as though she could only see a dancing clown.

However, the Second Elder was very crafty herself. Hearing Ri’s words, she immediately pounced.

“I’m glad you’ve said this. You’ve allowed a hostile threat into our Sect to harm not only a Legatee of our esteemed Water Mist Sect, but also an astounding genius of merit and the future Prince of our Mist Clan.

“The penalty of betraying the Sect in punishable by public execution, do you acknowledge your wrongs?!”

The moment these words left the Second Elder’s lips, she suddenly felt a tremble travel down her spine. An inexplicable sense of cold shook her to her soul. She didn’t understand what was happening. As a dao expert, she couldn’t remember the last time she felt cold. In fact, this was only made more exaggerated by the fact their Sect and Clan specialized in water and ice abilities.

It was only an instant later that she realized that this feeling came from a gaze, the gaze of a young man who had yet to speak a single word, a gaze that said if she continued, she would lose her pitiful life here.

Luckily for the Second Elder, Ri’s laughter cut through the heavy atmosphere.

“I believe you’re mistaken. Second Elder may or may not have gone senile in her old age, but surely you can tell that this isn’t Water Mist Sect territory. This is the Dark Ocean. When did I do the things you’ve accused me of?

“That said, I do find it funny that you’ve conveniently forgotten the fact that neither Chrysanthemum nor Anabella had any right to be here. If I recall correctly, in order to avoid the pointless deaths caused by the Dark Ocean, strict regulators were placed around which disciples could enter this territory…

“Tell me, when did such a weak so-called genius like Chrysanthemum earn such a right? She barely managed to break into the celestial realm at the 4^th Order, yet you call her an ‘astounding genius of merit’, aren’t you embarrassed? I guess not though, if you could also just seconds before proudly name such a weak woman as your Legatee.”

“Outrageous!” Second Elder Mist shrieked.

“It’s probably more outrageous that a declining Clan like yours still puts on such airs. I hope for your sakes that your ancestors don’t die too soon, or else what would you have to stand on?”

Second Elder Mist lost her cool, almost attempting to attack again. But, a light harrumph from First Elder Viola acted as a bucket of cold water being dumped over her emotions.

“In case you’ve forgotten, Second Elder Mist, it is I who presides over the Punishment Faction of our Guild. If there are penalties to be handed out, it isn’t your turn to do so. Not in this life, nor the next.

“But, I’m glad you’ve brought up the topic despite overstepping your bounds. For the crime of entering the Dark Ocean without proper permissions, Chrysanthemum will be sentenced to 5 years of seclusion and her position as core disciple will be stripped for said duration to that of a working disciple.

“For the crime of enabling poor and rebellious behavior in her Junior Sisters, Anabella will be forced into a probationary period for the next 50 years.”

“You’re taking advantage of the situation!” Second Elder Mist couldn’t remain quiet for much longer than a few seconds.

Everyone knew that the title of Legatee couldn’t be handed out lightly, this was because stripping someone of this title was almost impossible. In addition, Sects and Clans had limited Faith that needed to be slowly rebuilt over an entire generation. A Legatee was highly important to this rebuilding, but it was also for this reason that only three could be chosen per generation regardless of the size or strength of a Clan.

However, there was a singular exception…