Reaper of the Martial World

Book 12: Chapter 114: Refinement (2)

Dyon grinned as he watched the sword become a length of crystalline chain links that seemed to extend into infinity. After allowing Little Rain’s main body to shrink and wrap around his left arm, he felt content.

Since Death had used a scythe in one hand and a chain in another, Dyon suddenly felt that it might be pleasing if he did the same. He felt that the combination might actually be quite good.

Dyon’s expression flickered when the rainbow flames of Little Rain licked across his skin. He could feel that these flames were extraordinarily dangerous, but the little guy was actually controlling them so that they didn’t cause any harm to him.

A faint excitement suffused Dyon’s heart. He suddenly couldn’t wait for the next person who chose to offend him…

‘I have 5 drops of the initial 30 left. I’ll leave 2 for Saru and Lilith, and since they’re useless to me, I could potentially try to sell what remains… It might be difficult to do so under normal circumstances, but if I used the identity that golden cauldron gives me, it wouldn’t be impossible…’

There was a problem with this though. Dyon was in great need of funds and a single drop of a pinnacle god grade treasure would definitely tide him over for a very long time. The issue was that the 3^rd ranked golden cauldron was tied to Dyon.

Even if he took control of an alchemy guild using it, such a method was simply too unreliable. All these old fogies were shameless to the extreme.

‘That reminds me, I should tell that Pill Sword Mountain about that Baron bastard… You know what, never mind, since Little Rain has awakened and they dared to come to this immortal legacy world with me, I’ll play with them to their deaths.’

The Well Clan experts weren’t the only familiar faces Dyon had seen, there were many more that deserved his wrath as well. He’d pay them back slowly. historical

However, there was one saving grace. According to the Dragon King’s memories, Dyon’s 3^rd rank golden cauldron wasn’t the only one. In fact, there were 4. One for the certification rankings, and one for each of the three alchemy grades.

So, if Dyon was quick and secretive, and he left before they could use the process of elimination to find out that it was him, it might very well be possible for him to execute a scheme if he quickly got in and out.

Taking a deep breath, Dyon swept a glance at the blood sprite which was glowing a far fiercer red and shot forward.

He had wasted enough time. If he wanted to refine this world into his base, it was best if he cracked this mystery the Yin Soldier Immortal God left behind and subdue everything that was left behind.

Long after Dyon had left, a group returned to where he had gone from and gazed at the numerous corpses on the ground, solemn expressions coating their faces.

“The world is truly cruel.” A cultivator said with a wisp of ridicule hanging from his lips. “He was stronger, so he even dared to go against his deal with the Earl and directly kill him. Furthermore, he didn’t even care that we had witnessed his act and even directly left their corpses here to be eaten by the birds. The high elves are noble, indeed.”

“Are you under the impression that this Earl was a good person?”

If Dyon were here, he would immediately recognize this individual as the retired patriarch, a man who Dyon called old pervert… Berolt.

“Is that important, Patriarch?”

In the last few years, Berolt had regained some of his calm and had once more become the respected retired patriarch they had all come to know. This made the Nightwell Clan breathe a collective sigh of relief, because those years Dyon had disappeared for had truly been too oppressive.  

If it wasn’t for this, how could a mere subordinate dare ask this question in this fashion?

“In this case, no.. But what is important is that face is extremely important to characters that possess this level of arrogance. Unless there was an exceptionally good reason, it would be impossible for a high elf to risk losing face and going back on his word for this mere Lower Immortal God legacy world. This place is very valuable to us even if this is the 16^th entry, but to him, it shouldn’t be like this.

“That means… The Earl gave him something that was worth losing face for.”

Though Berolt’s analysis was far from the reality of things, he had still managed to chance upon the correct solution.

“Moreover, whatever this thing is, it was likely hidden in plain sight or else the Earl, with his intelligence, would never risk taking someone he couldn’t perfectly control with him. So, if I had to guess, this is a storyline that’s not hidden, and likely well known. In addition, it’s one that has been abandoned, but everyone believes has great potential for a good payout.

“What likely happened is that the Earl wanted to use the high elf’s help in completing this storyline, but the high elf likely found something extraordinarily compelling within the information… compelling enough to tempt a high elf…”

Greed flashed in Berolt’s gaze. “There are only a few storylines that meet this criteria. Forget the original plan, change your appearances and infiltrate these three storylines. With how realistic these puppets are, it’s impossible to differentiate between them and real humans…

“Don’t be stupid and act against a high elf and get yourselves exposed. We’ll only be looking to obtain some benefits from the sidelines. Of course… If there’s a chance…”

A crimson red light flashed in his eyes as the blood of his subordinates boiled. The ambition of their General Berolt had finally been lit once more.