Reaper of the Martial World

historical

Book 7: Chapter 129: Faint (2)

Although the Vice Master’s features remained calm, there was a massive rage building up in her chest. True God or not, Dyon wasn’t even a celestial and he dared to speak with her like this?

One had to know that for every generation – about 1.2 million years – there were always about a dozen or so True Gods. Said True Gods were basically guaranteed to enter the half-step transcendent realm and raise their Clans to a new level.

But, think about this. If there were a dozen True Gods, and maybe about dozen or so False True Gods – like Madeleine, for example – could all of their Clans became number one? Of course not. Even if these True Gods raised all their Clans to the best possible level, wouldn’t the worst of them still rank 24^th?

Considering this, did being a True God immediately give one license to talk down to the 4^th ranked quadrant? The answer was a resounding no!

Of course, this didn’t mean that all top 24 quadrants had a half-step transcendent backing them. For one, many True Gods were already concentrated in the top 12 or so quadrants to begin with – mostly the top three – due to the abundance of strong bloodlines and dense energy. In fact, the 2^nd ranked quadrant alone had 5 of them, the 1^st ranked quadrant had 2 not to mention a shocking number of False True Gods, and finally, the 3^rd ranked quadrant had 1 True God and 3 False True Gods, one of whom Dyon had already met – Daisho Ken.

Secondly, many True Gods that fell out of the category were created through the pressure of a terrible life. Would such True Gods have any good feelings toward their home quadrants? Of course not. They would likely leave to better, more fertile lands. Many left the tower quadrants entirely while others joined sects worthy of their services. This only further concentrated the power at the top ranked quadrants.

This young man Dyon… He was simply too arrogant!

Dyon smiled while watching the Vice Master seethe in rage. However, he was well aware that the Flaming Lily Sec had no half-step transcendent to speak of. The reason why they were ranked second was because the Golden Crow Sect did while they didn’t.

Of course, they had many powerful and retired elders outside of their Master and Vice Master. But, Dyon knew that if they ever wanted to leave behind this second rank curse, they needed not only Madeleine but Dyon!

For years now, the Golden Crow Sect had been weeding out talents from the Flaming Lily Sect, preventing them from raising any great geniuses. It wasn’t until Madeleine came along with enough backing to protect herself that the Flaming Lily Sect finally received a ray of hope. If they wanted to squander it, Dyon would happily oblige!

“Let’s make a bet.” Dyon suddenly said, cutting through the tension with his abrupt leisurely attitude.

The Vice Master’s expression darkened even further.

“You can be angered if you’d like, or you can grasp this opportunity.” Dyon shrugged. “I’ve already done you a service by not explaining to your disciples the reason behind my anger. I’ll even allow them to believe I’m an unreasonable young master if you so wish it. It can’t be that the Vice Master of the Flaming Lily Sect doesn’t dare to bet with an air-headed and impulsive young man, right?”

The Vice Master’s features remained calm. All her life, she had been touted as a heavenly genius. It had been so long since then that no one remembered, but she had an elder sister that was far more talented than she was.

Her big sister… Philomena. Back then, they were almost certain that had they controlled the Key, they would have birthed a True God. However, one day, her sister just abruptly disappeared. Her soul jade never shattered so they had no idea who took her away, but the Vice Master never saw her big sister again.

Then, one day almost three hundred thousand years ago, Philomena’s soul jade crumbled to dust. The cause of death? Age…

The Vice Master remembered crying her eyes out for years, completely unable to stop. A heavenly genius like her sister dying of old age before her? Who would ever believe that there was no foul play?

She remembered having so much rage built up, so much anger and hatred she had nowhere to place.

Eventually, she raised to the rank of Vice Master. By now, she even had enough Sect merits to be laid to rest with the ancestors of their Flaming Lily Sect… But what had she done for those ancestors? Hadn’t she just sat back and watched as disciple after disciple was ruined just like her elder sister?

The Vice Master closed her eyes, a deep sadness causing her shoulders to tremble. The name her mother gave her was Melisende, yet she hadn’t even dared to use it for as long as she could remember. Maybe if she ignored her past, when she passed away, she wouldn’t have to face her elder sister’s disappointed gaze.

Dyon shook his head. “Aren’t you still alive now?”

He didn’t know Melisende’s back story, nor did he know exactly what she was thinking about, but he could make his own guesses. That was why he said those words… As long as you’re alive, don’t you still have a chance?

Vice Master Melisende’s eyelashes quivered at Dyon’s words. “What bet would you like to make?” She said finally.

Dyon smiled. “I’ll allow you to test me one more time. In exchange, I want to thoroughly cleanse the Flaming Lily Sect!”