Chapter 1648: 1648
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Dyon had truly begun enjoying the finer things in life. One might think him lazy at this point, but he felt the loosening of his mind had brought him to an entirely new level. He couldn't grasp exactly what this change was, but what he could say is that if the Dyon of now fought the Dyon who had just exited the golden flame mystical world, the battle would be a complete wash.
It might be easy to assume that this was because Dyon had gained a grasp of his strength now, and he was therefore better than his counterpart of several months ago. But, Dyon knew that this change was deeper than that.
By now, the growth in his mental energy reserves and spirituality was great enough that he finally noticed the change. It could barely count as a 1% increase, but Dyon was still excited about it.
One had to know that cultivators could spend thousands of years tempering their minds for such an increase. The expanding of one's mental energy reserves was a tedious and laborsome task. Only rare species or individuals like Dyon who completely grasped their own weaknesses could make such improvements in such a short period of time.
If the Clans didn't know Dyon's m.a.s.o.c.h.i.s.tic tendencies well, they would have thought that he had begun to rest on his laurels. He had already pushed their meeting back three times by now, seemingly wasting every day away spending time with his wives.
However, the breakthrough of Zabia and the Ipsum disciples provided good cover for Dyon. Many of the Clans under Dyon's charge didn't have even a single dao expert. In fact, that was the case. None of them did. So, watching six breakthrough in this fashion, how could they not be awed?
Many believed that Dyon was probing their Clans by continuously moving the meeting date, others believed he was prioritizing their new dao experts, and still others believed that he was playing some sort of mind game. However, none of them guessed that Dyon was just enjoying his free time too much to deal with annoying political affairs.
"You know you'll have to deal with it eventually, right?" Clara looked at Dyon helplessly.
In order to increase Clara's effectiveness, Dyon built her an office within Soul Palace. If a person of the martial world walked in, they would be greatly confused due to the fact many mortal world objects could be found within this office.
Although the mortal world as Dyon and Clara once knew it was destroyed. It had to be remembered just how much of that data Dyon had stored on his twin bracelets.
Today, those bracelets were turned into the necklaces that Ri and Madeleine wore, however, the data within them was obviously something Dyon would never destroy. They had been sitting idly in his spatial ring for years now.
Considering Clara couldn't possibly remember every detail of everything considering she learned much of what she knew about governance as a mortal with flawed memory, the codex of books, articles and videos Dyon had were an invaluable resource. It could be said that what remained of the Mortal World could be found in this very room.
At this moment, Clara sat on the edge of her desk, her knees sticking close to Dyon's h.i.p.s as though she couldn't tell how tempting such a position was.
Considering this wasn't the first time Dyon had burst into her office to express his l.u.s.tful woes, Clara knew was what likely coming after this, but she clearly didn't notice that she was subconsciously expectant.
"Ah, they can wait. Let them feel some pressure. Those who are smart can tell that I'm not happy about what's happened in my absence. I'll give them this one last chance to fix their mistakes. If they can't, the punishment will be harsh and swift."
Dyon smiled, grasping Clara's h.i.p.s and bringing her closer. The fact they now had six lower dao experts, one of whom was even of the first grade, made Dyon endlessly excited. He really had to thank the Demon Sage for taking them in and training them for some many hundred years.
That said, how could they possibly fail? Dyon had outfitted them with some of the best equipment the Celestial Deer Sect left behind, not to mention top tier healing pills capable of adding to one's lifespan. They would have had to be completely incompetent to fail.
As of now, Dyon was wondering if he should give a Divine Pulse Pill to Zabia or not. It was true that Zabia entered the dao realm as a first grade warrior, an absolutely monstrous feat that only True Gods would dare guarantee success in, but he was still only of the First Order. If he took the pill, he would only advance to the Second Order, but he wouldn't receive a Divine Pulse, meaning he would never have a chance to gain the abilities of a Martial Saint.
However, that was only one aspect of Dyon's thinking, another half believed that maybe he was being too greedy. A First Order Dao expert was amazing, could he really expect much better?
In the end, he couldn't make a decision, so he put it off.
Clara rolled her eyes. "You make it sound like you planned to apply this pressure. I know you've just gotten lazy –"
She wanted to continue her rant, but the trail of kisses Dyon was leaving along her neck made her lose her train of thought. At the same time, her knees involuntarily tightened around Dyon's h.i.p.s, and that was all the invitation he needed.
"You know … Mm … If you wanted … to temper … Mm … Your spiritu … ality … Mm mm … You should try … Mm … Absti … nence ..."
Despite Clara's words, she had already thrown caution to the wind, running her hands across Dyon's wide back as she lost herself to l.u.s.t.
By now, Damaris had lost count of how many times she had stumbled upon the faint m.o.a.ning of Dyon's wives. She was starting to think he was doing this on purpose to annoy her.
If Dyon knew what Damaris was thinking, he'd probably send her flying with another palm strike. Who asked her to keep trespassing on his property?
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Dyon had truly begun enjoying the finer things in life. One might think him lazy at this point, but he felt the loosening of his mind had brought him to an entirely new level. He couldn't grasp exactly what this change was, but what he could say is that if the Dyon of now fought the Dyon who had just exited the golden flame mystical world, the battle would be a complete wash.
It might be easy to assume that this was because Dyon had gained a grasp of his strength now, and he was therefore better than his counterpart of several months ago. But, Dyon knew that this change was deeper than that.
By now, the growth in his mental energy reserves and spirituality was great enough that he finally noticed the change. It could barely count as a 1% increase, but Dyon was still excited about it.
One had to know that cultivators could spend thousands of years tempering their minds for such an increase. The expanding of one's mental energy reserves was a tedious and laborsome task. Only rare species or individuals like Dyon who completely grasped their own weaknesses could make such improvements in such a short period of time.
If the Clans didn't know Dyon's m.a.s.o.c.h.i.s.tic tendencies well, they would have thought that he had begun to rest on his laurels. He had already pushed their meeting back three times by now, seemingly wasting every day away spending time with his wives.
However, the breakthrough of Zabia and the Ipsum disciples provided good cover for Dyon. Many of the Clans under Dyon's charge didn't have even a single dao expert. In fact, that was the case. None of them did. So, watching six breakthrough in this fashion, how could they not be awed?
Many believed that Dyon was probing their Clans by continuously moving the meeting date, others believed he was prioritizing their new dao experts, and still others believed that he was playing some sort of mind game. However, none of them guessed that Dyon was just enjoying his free time too much to deal with annoying political affairs.
"You know you'll have to deal with it eventually, right?" Clara looked at Dyon helplessly.
In order to increase Clara's effectiveness, Dyon built her an office within Soul Palace. If a person of the martial world walked in, they would be greatly confused due to the fact many mortal world objects could be found within this office.
Although the mortal world as Dyon and Clara once knew it was destroyed. It had to be remembered just how much of that data Dyon had stored on his twin bracelets.
Today, those bracelets were turned into the necklaces that Ri and Madeleine wore, however, the data within them was obviously something Dyon would never destroy. They had been sitting idly in his spatial ring for years now.
Considering Clara couldn't possibly remember every detail of everything considering she learned much of what she knew about governance as a mortal with flawed memory, the codex of books, articles and videos Dyon had were an invaluable resource. It could be said that what remained of the Mortal World could be found in this very room.
At this moment, Clara sat on the edge of her desk, her knees sticking close to Dyon's h.i.p.s as though she couldn't tell how tempting such a position was.
Considering this wasn't the first time Dyon had burst into her office to express his l.u.s.tful woes, Clara knew was what likely coming after this, but she clearly didn't notice that she was subconsciously expectant.
"Ah, they can wait. Let them feel some pressure. Those who are smart can tell that I'm not happy about what's happened in my absence. I'll give them this one last chance to fix their mistakes. If they can't, the punishment will be harsh and swift."
Dyon smiled, grasping Clara's h.i.p.s and bringing her closer. The fact they now had six lower dao experts, one of whom was even of the first grade, made Dyon endlessly excited. He really had to thank the Demon Sage for taking them in and training them for some many hundred years.
That said, how could they possibly fail? Dyon had outfitted them with some of the best equipment the Celestial Deer Sect left behind, not to mention top tier healing pills capable of adding to one's lifespan. They would have had to be completely incompetent to fail.
As of now, Dyon was wondering if he should give a Divine Pulse Pill to Zabia or not. It was true that Zabia entered the dao realm as a first grade warrior, an absolutely monstrous feat that only True Gods would dare guarantee success in, but he was still only of the First Order. If he took the pill, he would only advance to the Second Order, but he wouldn't receive a Divine Pulse, meaning he would never have a chance to gain the abilities of a Martial Saint.
However, that was only one aspect of Dyon's thinking, another half believed that maybe he was being too greedy. A First Order Dao expert was amazing, could he really expect much better?
In the end, he couldn't make a decision, so he put it off.
Clara rolled her eyes. "You make it sound like you planned to apply this pressure. I know you've just gotten lazy –"
She wanted to continue her rant, but the trail of kisses Dyon was leaving along her neck made her lose her train of thought. At the same time, her knees involuntarily tightened around Dyon's h.i.p.s, and that was all the invitation he needed.
"You know … Mm … If you wanted … to temper … Mm … Your spiritu … ality … Mm mm … You should try … Mm … Absti … nence ..."
Despite Clara's words, she had already thrown caution to the wind, running her hands across Dyon's wide back as she lost herself to l.u.s.t.
By now, Damaris had lost count of how many times she had stumbled upon the faint m.o.a.ning of Dyon's wives. She was starting to think he was doing this on purpose to annoy her.
If Dyon knew what Damaris was thinking, he'd probably send her flying with another palm strike. Who asked her to keep trespassing on his property?
Dyon had truly begun enjoying the finer things in life. One might think him lazy at this point, but he felt the loosening of his mind had brought him to an entirely new level. He couldn't grasp exactly what this change was, but what he could say is that if the Dyon of now fought the Dyon who had just exited the golden flame mystical world, the battle would be a complete wash. It might be easy to assume that this was because Dyon had gained a grasp of his strength now, and he was therefore better than his counterpart of several months ago. But, Dyon knew that this change was deeper than that. By now, the growth in his mental energy reserves and spirituality was great enough that he finally noticed the change. It could barely count as a 1% increase, but Dyon was still excited about it. One had to know that cultivators could spend thousands of years tempering their minds for such an increase. The expanding of one's mental energy reserves was a tedious and laborsome task. Only rare species or individuals like Dyon who completely grasped their own weaknesses could make such improvements in such a short period of time. If the Clans didn't know Dyon's m.a.s.o.c.h.i.s.tic tendencies well, they would have thought that he had begun to rest on his laurels. He had already pushed their meeting back three times by now, seemingly wasting every day away spending time with his wives. However, the breakthrough of Zabia and the Ipsum disciples provided good cover for Dyon. Many of the Clans under Dyon's charge didn't have even a single dao expert. In fact, that was the case. None of them did. So, watching six breakthrough in this fashion, how could they not be awed? Many believed that Dyon was probing their Clans by continuously moving the meeting date, others believed he was prioritizing their new dao experts, and still others believed that he was playing some sort of mind game. However, none of them guessed that Dyon was just enjoying his free time too much to deal with annoying political affairs. "You know you'll have to deal with it eventually, right?" Clara looked at Dyon helplessly. In order to increase Clara's effectiveness, Dyon built her an office within Soul Palace. If a person of the martial world walked in, they would be greatly confused due to the fact many mortal world objects could be found within this office. Although the mortal world as Dyon and Clara once knew it was destroyed. It had to be remembered just how much of that data Dyon had stored on his twin bracelets. Today, those bracelets were turned into the necklaces that Ri and Madeleine wore, however, the data within them was obviously something Dyon would never destroy. They had been sitting idly in his spatial ring for years now. Considering Clara couldn't possibly remember every detail of everything considering she learned much of what she knew about governance as a mortal with flawed memory, the codex of books, articles and videos Dyon had were an invaluable resource. It could be said that what remained of the Mortal World could be found in this very room. At this moment, Clara sat on the edge of her desk, her knees sticking close to Dyon's h.i.p.s as though she couldn't tell how tempting such a position was. Considering this wasn't the first time Dyon had burst into her office to express his l.u.s.tful woes, Clara knew was what likely coming after this, but she clearly didn't notice that she was subconsciously expectant. "Ah, they can wait. Let them feel some pressure. Those who are smart can tell that I'm not happy about what's happened in my absence. I'll give them this one last chance to fix their mistakes. If they can't, the punishment will be harsh and swift." Dyon smiled, grasping Clara's h.i.p.s and bringing her closer. The fact they now had six lower dao experts, one of whom was even of the first grade, made Dyon endlessly excited. He really had to thank the Demon Sage for taking them in and training them for some many hundred years. That said, how could they possibly fail? Dyon had outfitted them with some of the best equipment the Celestial Deer Sect left behind, not to mention top tier healing pills capable of adding to one's lifespan. They would have had to be completely incompetent to fail. As of now, Dyon was wondering if he should give a Divine Pulse Pill to Zabia or not. It was true that Zabia entered the dao realm as a first grade warrior, an absolutely monstrous feat that only True Gods would dare guarantee success in, but he was still only of the First Order. If he took the pill, he would only advance to the Second Order, but he wouldn't receive a Divine Pulse, meaning he would never have a chance to gain the abilities of a Martial Saint. However, that was only one aspect of Dyon's thinking, another half believed that maybe he was being too greedy. A First Order Dao expert was amazing, could he really expect much better? In the end, he couldn't make a decision, so he put it off. Clara rolled her eyes. "You make it sound like you planned to apply this pressure. I know you've just gotten lazy " She wanted to continue her rant, but the trail of kisses Dyon was leaving along her neck made her lose her train of thought. At the same time, her knees involuntarily tightened around Dyon's h.i.p.s, and that was all the invitation he needed. "You know Mm If you wanted to temper Mm Your spiritu ality Mm mm You should try Mm Absti nence ..." Despite Clara's words, she had already thrown caution to the wind, running her hands across Dyon's wide back as she lost herself to l.u.s.t. By now, Damaris had lost count of how many times she had stumbled upon the faint m.o.a.ning of Dyon's wives. She was starting to think he was doing this on purpose to annoy her. If Dyon knew what Damaris was thinking, he'd probably send her flying with another palm strike. Who asked her to keep trespassing on his property?
