Chapter 1174: 1174
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Dyon watched on coldly. For a moment, he had every intention of letting her kill herself. It would save him a lot of trouble, plus he would be able to directly take the key afterward. As for Sokzac's rage? He didn't care. If Lilith died, he would just kill him too to save future troubles.
However, that was when Dyon thought of something else. Would a genius of Lilith's level really be sent into such a dangerous environment without a lifesaving treasure? Even if she killed herself, in all likelihood she would find a way to spit on Dyon from the grave.
If Dyon allowed this to happen, he could end up with yet another enemy he wasn't prepared to deal with. For all Dyon knew, this was the reason Evangeline didn't want him to kill them in the first place.
Dyon's eyes flashed with a cold light. With his soul unlocked, his speed of thought had reached yet another inconceivable level, by the time he thought everything through, Lilith was still biting down.
The hand Dyon clasped onto Lilith's next flashed with two rays of light, causing an gusher of blood to erupt.
Lilith's jaw went slack, but the coldness in her eyes only grew fiercer as she stared at Dyon.
"If I don't want you to do, you won't die. Your life isn't yours right now." Dyon looked at Lilith with a piercing gaze.
It had been all too simple to stop her suicide attempt. Cutting the tendons that controlled her jaw was as easy as flipping over a hand, especially since he had his hand on her neck.
Truth be told, he was trying his hardest not to laugh. If you've ever seen someone try to keep a stern expression while having a slack jaw, you'd understand. Lilith's lofty aura was cut in half by her dropping jaw.
However, Dyon was too pissed off to laugh.
"Do you believe that you're so beautiful that I should only be chasing after your skirt? If I wanted women even more beautiful than you, it would be as simple as stepping into the tower and spending the night with any one of my wives. You think your n.a.k.e.d body is so important to me?"
Despite Lilith's feelings on the matter, she couldn't help but seethe with rage at Dyon's words. She could very clearly remember his gaze when he first saw her. Although there wasn't any l.u.s.t, his eyes definitely brightened. Who was he trying to fool?
But, when she saw the seriousness in Dyon's eyes, her rage turned to shame. When had she ever been treated like this in her life? It definitely wasn't helping that she couldn't stop the drool from seeping out of her mouth.
"Now, let me explain to you why you have no choice." Dyon's expression remained indifferent. "For one, I don't have the time to sit around and wait for you to collect the necessary ingredients. In case you didn't realize, not everyone in this world is here to wait on you. I have things to do.
"Secondly, who else do you think will heal you? Since you don't understand the world of alchemy, I'll break it down for you.
"Healing pills can both be generic and tailor-made. When dealing with something as s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e as the soul, the pill formula must be adjusted to suit the person. If you want to use a generic pill, feel free, just know that your soul will always have lingering injuries and impurities that will only increase over time. For a supposed genius like you, such a blow would be devastating.
"That leaves you with one option: to seek a professional to make a soul healing pill perfectly suited to you and your condition.
"Not only will this need an even more intrusive examination than what I have in mind, it will expose things I'm sure you want to keep secret."
Lilith's face slightly paled at these words, but Dyon continued unperturbed.
"Let's say, for the sake of the debate, you choose a professional who happens to be female. In that case, you wouldn't care even if the examination was many times more demanding. However, I wonder what you'd do once that professional recognizes that you have devil qi within you.
"You and your siblings can survive here because you're still relatively weak and can't be detected from a distance. But, do you believe you'd be afforded that same privilege when being thoroughly examined?"
Dyon shook his head. "Then what option would you have? I assume then you would have no choice but to use a soul from Soul Market to heal yourself, no?
"If you were willing to do so, you would have a long time ago. And, if you happened to have a change of heart." Dyon's grip tightened on the white-haired beauty's slender neck. "I'll chase you down to the ends of the cosmos. I promise you that."
Lilith remained silent for a long time. The war going on in her mind very clear in her dark, black eyes.
Her grip on her sword tightened, but the more she thought about it, the more right she knew Dyon was.
Dyon took out a pill. Since Lilith was still a saint, her body didn't require the best pill he had to heal. After crushing it and sprinkling it down her throat, her jaw finally set again, allowing her to speak.
Gritting her teeth, Lilith finally spoke. "Fine."
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Dyon watched on coldly. For a moment, he had every intention of letting her kill herself. It would save him a lot of trouble, plus he would be able to directly take the key afterward. As for Sokzac's rage? He didn't care. If Lilith died, he would just kill him too to save future troubles.
However, that was when Dyon thought of something else. Would a genius of Lilith's level really be sent into such a dangerous environment without a lifesaving treasure? Even if she killed herself, in all likelihood she would find a way to spit on Dyon from the grave.
If Dyon allowed this to happen, he could end up with yet another enemy he wasn't prepared to deal with. For all Dyon knew, this was the reason Evangeline didn't want him to kill them in the first place.
Dyon's eyes flashed with a cold light. With his soul unlocked, his speed of thought had reached yet another inconceivable level, by the time he thought everything through, Lilith was still biting down.
The hand Dyon clasped onto Lilith's next flashed with two rays of light, causing an gusher of blood to erupt.
Lilith's jaw went slack, but the coldness in her eyes only grew fiercer as she stared at Dyon.
"If I don't want you to do, you won't die. Your life isn't yours right now." Dyon looked at Lilith with a piercing gaze.
It had been all too simple to stop her suicide attempt. Cutting the tendons that controlled her jaw was as easy as flipping over a hand, especially since he had his hand on her neck.
Truth be told, he was trying his hardest not to laugh. If you've ever seen someone try to keep a stern expression while having a slack jaw, you'd understand. Lilith's lofty aura was cut in half by her dropping jaw.
However, Dyon was too pissed off to laugh.
"Do you believe that you're so beautiful that I should only be chasing after your skirt? If I wanted women even more beautiful than you, it would be as simple as stepping into the tower and spending the night with any one of my wives. You think your n.a.k.e.d body is so important to me?"
Despite Lilith's feelings on the matter, she couldn't help but seethe with rage at Dyon's words. She could very clearly remember his gaze when he first saw her. Although there wasn't any l.u.s.t, his eyes definitely brightened. Who was he trying to fool?
But, when she saw the seriousness in Dyon's eyes, her rage turned to shame. When had she ever been treated like this in her life? It definitely wasn't helping that she couldn't stop the drool from seeping out of her mouth.
"Now, let me explain to you why you have no choice." Dyon's expression remained indifferent. "For one, I don't have the time to sit around and wait for you to collect the necessary ingredients. In case you didn't realize, not everyone in this world is here to wait on you. I have things to do.
"Secondly, who else do you think will heal you? Since you don't understand the world of alchemy, I'll break it down for you.
"Healing pills can both be generic and tailor-made. When dealing with something as s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e as the soul, the pill formula must be adjusted to suit the person. If you want to use a generic pill, feel free, just know that your soul will always have lingering injuries and impurities that will only increase over time. For a supposed genius like you, such a blow would be devastating.
"That leaves you with one option: to seek a professional to make a soul healing pill perfectly suited to you and your condition.
"Not only will this need an even more intrusive examination than what I have in mind, it will expose things I'm sure you want to keep secret."
Lilith's face slightly paled at these words, but Dyon continued unperturbed.
"Let's say, for the sake of the debate, you choose a professional who happens to be female. In that case, you wouldn't care even if the examination was many times more demanding. However, I wonder what you'd do once that professional recognizes that you have devil qi within you.
"You and your siblings can survive here because you're still relatively weak and can't be detected from a distance. But, do you believe you'd be afforded that same privilege when being thoroughly examined?"
Dyon shook his head. "Then what option would you have? I assume then you would have no choice but to use a soul from Soul Market to heal yourself, no?
"If you were willing to do so, you would have a long time ago. And, if you happened to have a change of heart." Dyon's grip tightened on the white-haired beauty's slender neck. "I'll chase you down to the ends of the cosmos. I promise you that."
Lilith remained silent for a long time. The war going on in her mind very clear in her dark, black eyes.
Her grip on her sword tightened, but the more she thought about it, the more right she knew Dyon was.
Dyon took out a pill. Since Lilith was still a saint, her body didn't require the best pill he had to heal. After crushing it and sprinkling it down her throat, her jaw finally set again, allowing her to speak.
Gritting her teeth, Lilith finally spoke. "Fine."
Dyon watched on coldly. For a moment, he had every intention of letting her kill herself. It would save him a lot of trouble, plus he would be able to directly take the key afterward. As for Sokzac's rage? He didn't care. If Lilith died, he would just kill him too to save future troubles. However, that was when Dyon thought of something else. Would a genius of Lilith's level really be sent into such a dangerous environment without a lifesaving treasure? Even if she killed herself, in all likelihood she would find a way to spit on Dyon from the grave. If Dyon allowed this to happen, he could end up with yet another enemy he wasn't prepared to deal with. For all Dyon knew, this was the reason Evangeline didn't want him to kill them in the first place. Dyon's eyes flashed with a cold light. With his soul unlocked, his speed of thought had reached yet another inconceivable level, by the time he thought everything through, Lilith was still biting down. The hand Dyon clasped onto Lilith's next flashed with two rays of light, causing an gusher of blood to erupt. Lilith's jaw went slack, but the coldness in her eyes only grew fiercer as she stared at Dyon. "If I don't want you to do, you won't die. Your life isn't yours right now." Dyon looked at Lilith with a piercing gaze. It had been all too simple to stop her suicide attempt. Cutting the tendons that controlled her jaw was as easy as flipping over a hand, especially since he had his hand on her neck. Truth be told, he was trying his hardest not to laugh. If you've ever seen someone try to keep a stern expression while having a slack jaw, you'd understand. Lilith's lofty aura was cut in half by her dropping jaw. However, Dyon was too pissed off to laugh. "Do you believe that you're so beautiful that I should only be chasing after your skirt? If I wanted women even more beautiful than you, it would be as simple as stepping into the tower and spending the night with any one of my wives. You think your n.a.k.e.d body is so important to me?" Despite Lilith's feelings on the matter, she couldn't help but seethe with rage at Dyon's words. She could very clearly remember his gaze when he first saw her. Although there wasn't any l.u.s.t, his eyes definitely brightened. Who was he trying to fool? But, when she saw the seriousness in Dyon's eyes, her rage turned to shame. When had she ever been treated like this in her life? It definitely wasn't helping that she couldn't stop the drool from seeping out of her mouth. "Now, let me explain to you why you have no choice." Dyon's expression remained indifferent. "For one, I don't have the time to sit around and wait for you to collect the necessary ingredients. In case you didn't realize, not everyone in this world is here to wait on you. I have things to do. "Secondly, who else do you think will heal you? Since you don't understand the world of alchemy, I'll break it down for you. "Healing pills can both be generic and tailor-made. When dealing with something as s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e as the soul, the pill formula must be adjusted to suit the person. If you want to use a generic pill, feel free, just know that your soul will always have lingering injuries and impurities that will only increase over time. For a supposed genius like you, such a blow would be devastating. "That leaves you with one option: to seek a professional to make a soul healing pill perfectly suited to you and your condition. "Not only will this need an even more intrusive examination than what I have in mind, it will expose things I'm sure you want to keep secret." Lilith's face slightly paled at these words, but Dyon continued unperturbed. "Let's say, for the sake of the debate, you choose a professional who happens to be female. In that case, you wouldn't care even if the examination was many times more demanding. However, I wonder what you'd do once that professional recognizes that you have devil qi within you. "You and your siblings can survive here because you're still relatively weak and can't be detected from a distance. But, do you believe you'd be afforded that same privilege when being thoroughly examined?" Dyon shook his head. "Then what option would you have? I assume then you would have no choice but to use a soul from Soul Market to heal yourself, no? "If you were willing to do so, you would have a long time ago. And, if you happened to have a change of heart." Dyon's grip tightened on the white-haired beauty's slender neck. "I'll chase you down to the ends of the cosmos. I promise you that." Lilith remained silent for a long time. The war going on in her mind very clear in her dark, black eyes. Her grip on her sword tightened, but the more she thought about it, the more right she knew Dyon was. Dyon took out a pill. Since Lilith was still a saint, her body didn't require the best pill he had to heal. After crushing it and sprinkling it down her throat, her jaw finally set again, allowing her to speak. Gritting her teeth, Lilith finally spoke. "Fine."
