Reaper of the Martial World

Book 12: Chapter 36: Rancid (3)

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Greene shivered from head to toe, heavenly herbs leaking foul liquids and growing terrible molds falling across her figure and to the floor.

Vargas sighed, shaking his head.

Out of curiosity, he picked up one of the jade bottles Dyon had sent over. Opening the lid, he smiled bitterly. Not an ounce of fragrance was leaked. Most definitely 100% pure top-grade pills.

He didn’t know how Dyon concocted them without ingredients, but this was enough for him to be beyond impressed. The highest grade pill he had ever concocted in his lifetime was of the high-grade, just barely above 70%. He had never sniffed the top-grade, let alone 100% purity.

If he had known that Dyon manifested these pills from thin air, creating even his own herbs, maybe he would faint from shock.

In truth, Dyon could have used even those rancid herbs to the same affect. However, he clearly felt he had a much better use for them.

Greene’s assistants looked toward the pills as well, their bodies shivering from head to toe. Even if they weren’t true alchemists yet, there was no doubt that they could recognize a top-grade pill when they saw one.

“I’M GOING TO KILL HIM!”

A surge of immortal essence shuttled through the air violently, incinerating the herbs and garbage around her.

Under her violent heaving, her relatively flat chest showed some substance, undulating like a low ocean tide.

“And what are you going to do exactly? Go an attack him? Vargas said blandly. “While even if your scheme succeeded he would still have a chance to live, if you really attacked one of our own in the middle of a battle like that, even Venerable Taline’s man couldn’t save you. The City Lord would put your head on the chopping block without hesitation. And you know that I definitely would have no method of saving you.”

Greene trembled before clenching her teeth.

“… I’m going to clean myself.”

“But your station…!” Vargas called out.

“Since you want to pretend to be a good brother at times like these, you cover my quota for me. Plus, it isn’t like your illegitimate mortal son didn’t just completely fulfill what I needed for today.”

 “Illegitimate mortal son…? Really?” Vargas looked toward his sister’s back and felt a headache coming on. It was like she had learned nothing.

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“V-Venerable… How did you do that?” Emery stood speechless.

“Do what? Cover an annoyance in garbage? I think that’s pretty self-explanatory.”

“N-no… I mean how did you form those pills from… from nothing…”

Belin was also incredibly shocked. He felt that his old heart might stop beating any moment now.

“Oh, that? It’s not really something I can teach you. Just pay attention to the process. Assuming that my concoctions start with the herbs already broken down into their most important parts and it will be easier to understand.”

“But…”

In the end, Emery shut his mouth. He could feel that Dyon was much nicer than other Venerables. If he had made the mistake of asking such a thing to anyone else, he might already be a corpse by now. He shouldn’t push his luck like this.

“Don’t worry, if we ever manage to get any actual heavenly herbs delivered to us, I’ll slow down so you two can gain something out of this.”

Dyon patted their shoulders with a light smile.

Though he knew these two were only acting like this because they had seen his ability, he also knew that those who believed they were above others wouldn’t be able to humble themselves so easily. Just look at Greene, she should already be aware of his level, yet did she humble herself like they did?

Regardless, it wasn’t easy to do what they did, so Dyon didn’t mind completing a cycle of karma with them. It wasn’t like he had anything better to do anyway.

As Dyon was about to recline and relax, another guest came by. This time, it was surprisingly a Venerable with a shipment of good quality heavenly herbs.

“I’ve come on behalf of my sister and the northern guild to apologize. My name is Vargas, I hope that Venerable Sacharro will accept this apology.”

Dyon raised an eyebrow. It was normal for his assistants to call him Venerable Sacharro, but usually peers of the same level or higher would call their lesser counterpart by their name. At best, he was expecting to be called Venerable Dyon.

Another humble immortal? And this time it was a Higher Venerable? How rare.

Only lower Venerables like Dyon received quotas for half-immortal pills. Higher Venerables were kept in reserve in case a Lower Venerable pill needed to be concocted.

What was even rarer was that this Higher Venerable before him was just a sliver away from entering the Immortal Saint Realm as well. Unlike Taline, he was a true Higher Venerable.

Curious. Definitely curious.

Dyon reached out a hand to shake Vargas’ own, his demeanor showing that it wasn’t at all a big deal.

As the two settled their disputes, the rumbling of the city grew fiercer. It seemed the Immortal Saints had come out to battle as well.

The larger the battle became, the deeper Dyon’s internal thoughts sank. Every battle had to serve a purpose. Territory, resources… Something to this effect. Not only did it have to serve a purpose, but the gains couldn’t lose out to the losses, or else it would be meaningless.

But this gang was putting so much on the line due to the death of one person? Dyon probably wasn’t the best person to be thinking such a thought considering how he’d react if one of his own died at the hands of an unknown enemy. But… Something made it obvious that this wasn’t what Skull cared about.

So what was going on?