Reaper of the Martial World

historical

Book 9: Chapter 94: Too Soon (2)

Amphorae’s words weren’t a lie. Dyon and she were certain that it would only be a few more decades before the Demon Generals began to break into the dao realm one after another. Each of them were geniuses worthy of entering the Dao Realm at the 9^th Order. The only reason why the vast majority of them had failed to become even 9^th Order Celestials was because of how difficult cultivating [Inner World: Sanctuary] was.

That said, the Vice Commanders were all currently of the 10^th Order at a minimum. About half of them had already attacked and succeeded in entering the 11^th Order. As for the rest of the Demon Generals, Dyon had plans on helping them out as well…

If he had Luna’s help and gave his Demon Generals the talent of his people, would they still struggle in cultivating [Inner World: Sanctuary]? By then, other Clans could only weep at the talent under the Sacharro Clan’s wings.

In truth, this wasn’t the only surprise Dyon had in store for the Demon Generals, but this would have to wait for the official establishing of the Mortal Empire.

“What will Madame Amphorae do in the meantime? Is the Sacharro Clan undertaking any big endeavors?”

The question seemed benign, but Amphorae, who had tried to put on her least aggressive expression couldn’t help but frown deeply.

There was a very different connotation behind calling her Madame Amphorae instead of Mistress or Madame Sacharro. It was clear that whoever it was wanted to separate Amphorae from the Sacharro Clan in a subtle fashion. Considering this truth, maybe it wasn’t so surprising that it was True God Diasho who had spoken.

True God Star, seeing his friend acting so blatantly in such a situation, couldn’t help but rub his face in exasperation. Empress Aspirant Cativa had suddenly disappeared again, and now Diasho Ren was stirring up trouble. These days had truly been too stressful.

“What will I be doing?” Amphorae replied somewhat coldly.

“Well, with True God Sacharro being away…” Diasho Ren cleared his throat, as though finally realizing there was something wrong with his words. “… What I mean to say is that your Clan likely has plans outside of this, right? I was only wondering if my Diasho Clan might lend a hand.”

Amphorae truly didn’t feel like answering. If it was up to her, she’d rip Ren’s eyes from their sockets and chop off that vulgar tent pitched in his pants.

Luckily, it seemed she wouldn’t have to as a light giggling cut through the silent atmosphere.

Ren frowned, turning his gaze to Lyla the culprit.

“There’s little else women like less than to have their age questioned, you know. Even if you weren’t already foolish enough trying to gain my big brother’s wife’s favor, you would definitely be foolish for assuming her age.”

Ren’s eyes widened, hardly knowing how to respond to this.

“Slow witted too.” Lyla shook her pretty little head. “My big sister-in-law isn’t even 200 years old yet, what do you mean what will she be doing? She’ll be going to Sprite Alliance territory just like you will.”

If Dyon was here, he’d likely be laughing up a storm. His Little Lyla truly hadn’t let him down, defending her big brother’s honor even with him being so far away. Little sisters really did have the sharpest tongues. He couldn’t have said it better himself.

Diasho Ren really was too foolish. His question obviously implied Amphorae was over the 890-year age limit and would thus be older than 1000 years old by the time the battlefield descended and the first phase opened. But he didn’t even realize that the woman he was trying to strike up a conversation with was less than a quarter the age he assumed her to be.

Even if Amphorae wasn’t the kind of woman to care about such things, Diasho Ren really was too stupid.

“This…” Diasho Ren rubbed the back of his head.

In truth, he was more than a little bit enraged by this weak little girl, but if he showed it, he would only embarrass himself further. He couldn’t fathom was Dyon had done to deserve such a woman. He was certain that the marriage between Amphorae and Dyon was forced through without her consent. How else could a celestial marry such a genius dao expert?

Remembering how doting that Higher Existence Sacharro woman was toward Dyon, he was even more certain. That was the kind of Clan elder who would do anything to get their heir the best spouses.

The more he thought about it, the more infuriated he became. He saw Amphorae as a pitiful trapped bird who couldn’t escape her marriage even if she wanted to.

In his delusion, he clenched his fists, swearing in his heart that he would grow strong enough to free her. Then they could live a happy, fulfilling life together.

Reading his thoughts, Lyla fell into another fit of giggles. She could hardly control herself, but this only made Diasho Ren angrier.

“You’re lucky my big brother isn’t here. He wouldn’t take too kindly to your actions.” Lyla said through laughs.

Diasho Ren snorted, finally putting his away his embarrassed look. “True God Sacharro will never be my match!”

A valiant, sharp aura soared from within him. Many elders couldn’t help but nod. The leader of the Heavenly Sword Guild truly wasn’t just empty boasts.

“Mhm, mhm.” Lyla waved her hands, pulling Amphorae away. “Try not to lose your head. It would be a shame if my big brother decided there should be one less genius among us all. He’s not very good at restraining himself, especially when it comes to his wives. You should ask the Sacharro Clan about that…”  

Though she said these words, many took it as a little sister believing a bit too much in her elder brother. True God Sacharro was a great talent, but they all believed the Ancient Battlefield was descending too soon for him … This stage would be fought on by those who had already entered the dao realm, those still within the celestial realm would be nothing but canon fodder.