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The old men pursed their lips, unsure of how to respond. Finally, it was the one that seemed to lead them and the same old man who spoke before who stepped forward.
"In that case, I will lead you to one of our best pill rooms, young Venerable Sacharro. I am the Head of our Dark Flame Tower Guild. You can call me Old Baron or Empyrean Baron."
"I see. It's nice to meet you Empyrean Baron. I won't be imposing on you for long."
Baron seemed incredibly satisfied with the name Dyon chose to call him. But, if he knew that Dyon chose this title because he viewed 'old' as a term of endearment for friends and not because he respected Baron, it's unknown how he would feel.Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m
Dyon only called his grand teacher and the Dragon King by that title. He didn't feel like using it on an unknown Empyrean like this, at least not in the context of calling out to a friend.
Setting this aside, Dyon truly kept to his word. He disappeared into his pill room without another word. It likely wouldn't be a long while until they saw them again.
As for Dyon himself, he was focused entirely focused on his task. Whether the Nightwell Clan allowed him to enter their world core or not was irrelevant to him. One way or another, he'd make his way there. He didn't believe there was anyone who could stop him from sneaking in if he really wanted to. At least not in this place.
The retired Patriarch of the Nightwell Clan probably knew by now through Crystella that Dyon was a Spiritual Sage. And, he probably believed he could make contingency plans to deal with that.
However, he would probably work under the assumption that Dyon was a first grade Spiritual Sage. This wasn't only because this seemed to be the most logical assumption, but also because if Dyon was any higher, even if he prepared, he would have no way of dealing with him.
And, unfortunately for the retired Patriarch, Dyon wasn't just a single level higher, he was several levels higher. It simply didn't matter what plans he made.
Dyon smiled. "The simple answer is that the Nightwell Clan underestimates me too much. That retired pervert probably thought that I was just shooting at the dark, when the truth is that I can plainly see the restrictions placed on her. Not only is her cultivation speed being sealed, but so is her range of movement.
"I'm not as good at seal theory as I am in formation theory, but from what I saw, if Amethyst attempted to leave the range of the Nightwell Clan mansion, her dantian would implode and even if she didn't die, she would become a cripple."
Lilith pouted. "She's so pitiful..."
"Are you going to help her?" Saru asked.
"Absolutely not." Dyon harrumphed. "She's lucky I didn't go all out to kill her like I did Lilianna back in the day. She only has Madeleine to thank for that. No one's who's tried to kill me has gotten away as cleanly as she had."
Lilith and Saru looked at each other before pinching at Dyon's love handles.
"Hey! Hey!" What'd I do?"
Dyon finally looked up from the flower-like herb in his hands. Its delicate pieces reminded Dyon of the Ice Petal's Dance fruit he had peeled for Ri on what could have been considered their first date. In fact, its touch had the same subtle coolness to it as well. Though, instead of being blue, it was a very pale green.
"Save her."
Dyon's lips pursed. "I tried to help her already, but she threw me through at least ten walls."
"How do you think a woman would react to sensing their Primordial Yin in an unknown man?" Lilith rebutted.
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Chapter 2182 Save
The old men pursed their lips, unsure of how to respond. Finally, it was the one that seemed to lead them and the same old man who spoke before who stepped forward.
"In that case, I will lead you to one of our best pill rooms, young Venerable Sacharro. I am the Head of our Dark Flame Tower Guild. You can call me Old Baron or Empyrean Baron."
"I see. It's nice to meet you Empyrean Baron. I won't be imposing on you for long."
Baron seemed incredibly satisfied with the name Dyon chose to call him. But, if he knew that Dyon chose this title because he viewed 'old' as a term of endearment for friends and not because he respected Baron, it's unknown how he would feel.Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m
Dyon only called his grand teacher and the Dragon King by that title. He didn't feel like using it on an unknown Empyrean like this, at least not in the context of calling out to a friend.
Setting this aside, Dyon truly kept to his word. He disappeared into his pill room without another word. It likely wouldn't be a long while until they saw them again.
As for Dyon himself, he was focused entirely focused on his task. Whether the Nightwell Clan allowed him to enter their world core or not was irrelevant to him. One way or another, he'd make his way there. He didn't believe there was anyone who could stop him from sneaking in if he really wanted to. At least not in this place.
The retired Patriarch of the Nightwell Clan probably knew by now through Crystella that Dyon was a Spiritual Sage. And, he probably believed he could make contingency plans to deal with that.
However, he would probably work under the assumption that Dyon was a first grade Spiritual Sage. This wasn't only because this seemed to be the most logical assumption, but also because if Dyon was any higher, even if he prepared, he would have no way of dealing with him.
And, unfortunately for the retired Patriarch, Dyon wasn't just a single level higher, he was several levels higher. It simply didn't matter what plans he made.
Dyon smiled. "The simple answer is that the Nightwell Clan underestimates me too much. That retired pervert probably thought that I was just shooting at the dark, when the truth is that I can plainly see the restrictions placed on her. Not only is her cultivation speed being sealed, but so is her range of movement.
"I'm not as good at seal theory as I am in formation theory, but from what I saw, if Amethyst attempted to leave the range of the Nightwell Clan mansion, her dantian would implode and even if she didn't die, she would become a cripple."
Lilith pouted. "She's so pitiful..."
"Are you going to help her?" Saru asked.
"Absolutely not." Dyon harrumphed. "She's lucky I didn't go all out to kill her like I did Lilianna back in the day. She only has Madeleine to thank for that. No one's who's tried to kill me has gotten away as cleanly as she had."
Lilith and Saru looked at each other before pinching at Dyon's love handles.
"Hey! Hey!" What'd I do?"
Dyon finally looked up from the flower-like herb in his hands. Its delicate pieces reminded Dyon of the Ice Petal's Dance fruit he had peeled for Ri on what could have been considered their first date. In fact, its touch had the same subtle coolness to it as well. Though, instead of being blue, it was a very pale green.
"Save her."
Dyon's lips pursed. "I tried to help her already, but she threw me through at least ten walls."
"How do you think a woman would react to sensing their Primordial Yin in an unknown man?" Lilith rebutted.
Chapter 2182 SaveThe old men pursed their lips, unsure of how to respond. Finally, it was the one that seemed to lead them and the same old man who spoke before who stepped forward."In that case, I will lead you to one of our best pill rooms, young Venerable Sacharro. I am the Head of our Dark Flame Tower Guild. You can call me Old Baron or Empyrean Baron.""I see. It's nice to meet you Empyrean Baron. I won't be imposing on you for long."Baron seemed incredibly satisfied with the name Dyon chose to call him. But, if he knew that Dyon chose this title because he viewed 'old' as a term of endearment for friends and not because he respected Baron, it's unknown how he would feel.Updated from novelbin.comDyon only called his grand teacher and the Dragon King by that title. He didn't feel like using it on an unknown Empyrean like this, at least not in the context of calling out to a friend.Setting this aside, Dyon truly kept to his word. He disappeared into his pill room without another word. It likely wouldn't be a long while until they saw them again.As for Dyon himself, he was focused entirely focused on his task. Whether the Nightwell Clan allowed him to enter their world core or not was irrelevant to him. One way or another, he'd make his way there. He didn't believe there was anyone who could stop him from sneaking in if he really wanted to. At least not in this place.The retired Patriarch of the Nightwell Clan probably knew by now through Crystella that Dyon was a Spiritual Sage. And, he probably believed he could make contingency plans to deal with that.However, he would probably work under the assumption that Dyon was a first grade Spiritual Sage. This wasn't only because this seemed to be the most logical assumption, but also because if Dyon was any higher, even if he prepared, he would have no way of dealing with him.And, unfortunately for the retired Patriarch, Dyon wasn't just a single level higher, he was several levels higher. It simply didn't matter what plans he made.Dyon smiled. "The simple answer is that the Nightwell Clan underestimates me too much. That retired pervert probably thought that I was just shooting at the dark, when the truth is that I can plainly see the restrictions placed on her. Not only is her cultivation speed being sealed, but so is her range of movement."I'm not as good at seal theory as I am in formation theory, but from what I saw, if Amethyst attempted to leave the range of the Nightwell Clan mansion, her dantian would implode and even if she didn't die, she would become a cripple."Lilith pouted. "She's so pitiful...""Are you going to help her?" Saru asked."Absolutely not." Dyon harrumphed. "She's lucky I didn't go all out to kill her like I did Lilianna back in the day. She only has Madeleine to thank for that. No one's who's tried to kill me has gotten away as cleanly as she had."Lilith and Saru looked at each other before pinching at Dyon's love handles."Hey! Hey!" What'd I do?"Dyon finally looked up from the flower-like herb in his hands. Its delicate pieces reminded Dyon of the Ice Petal's Dance fruit he had peeled for Ri on what could have been considered their first date. In fact, its touch had the same subtle coolness to it as well. Though, instead of being blue, it was a very pale green."Save her."Dyon's lips pursed. "I tried to help her already, but she threw me through at least ten walls.""How do you think a woman would react to sensing their Primordial Yin in an unknown man?" Lilith rebutted.
