Reaper of the Martial World

Book 8: Chapter 145: Change of Plans (1)

The Mist Clan’s Palace grounds were actually a collection of many well decorated buildings. Though their architecture wasn’t as good as the Elvin Kingdom’s, and definitely not a match for Meiying, they overcompensated with the overwhelming wealth they threw into it. It filled Dyon with a keen sense of disgust.

They funneled so many resources into such useless endeavors, but had the audacity to withhold resources from the geniuses of their Sect simply because they didn’t share the name Mist.

The three geniuses they crippled were a prime example of this. When Dyon thought about how broken their spirits had been, he clenched his fists. It was very much possible that they’d never recover the dao hearts that made them geniuses in the first place. In a lot of ways, the mental barrier they faced was even taller than the one faced by the mortal realm geniuses.

‘Why is there such a lack of presence here?…’

Dyon’s divine sense was great enough to cover an entire planet several times over, but there was a reason he hadn’t chosen to use it after coming here. He had to be cautious. It would be the peak of foolishness to look down upon the accumulations of a Clan that had existed for millions of years.

Even if Dyon was certain that no expert the Mist Clan had could detect his divine sense, that didn’t mean they didn’t have formations or treasures capable of doing so. If they were alerted to his presence, this would no longer be an easy operation.

That said, that didn’t mean Dyon had no options. Instead of running around the large grounds blindly, he sent Little Yang to scout for him. Thanks to that, it didn’t take long before Little Yang came back with the answer.

‘They’re having a gathering. Use [Shared Senses].’ Little Yang communicated with Dyon over long distance.

Dyon nodded and did as Little Yang said. Much like [Return], [Shared Senses] was yet another technique of the beast tamer first phase castle that Dyon raided. It allowed him to share the eyes and ears of his beast companions. This was especially useful when used with Little Yang and Yin.

After finding an area Dyon believed wouldn’t be frequented, he activated [Shared Senses]. Soon, he understood why this meeting was called. It seemed they had already noticed that there was a peculiarity with Dark Ocean.

Both Grand Elder Mist and Second Elder Mist were present. The two of them represented the strongest force the Mist Clan had to offer. Well, in terms of females, that is. historical

The two women were given the title of Grand Elder and Elder only because of their relation to the Water Mist Sect, which was obviously a female only sect. But, Dyon realized he had made a false assumption. In fact, he was kicking himself for not thinking of this possibility.

Dyon always believed that the Mist Clan must have some sort of treasure that allowed her to climb match Jasmine’s Higher Dao Realm cultivation despite being within the Middle Dao Realm. He thought that this was the reason Jasmine couldn’t shake the Mist Clan, but he was wrong, very wrong.

Within the meeting room, Grand Elder Mist didn’t sit in the main seat. Though it was true that from the arrangement, she was second in command. Second was still second.

In the main seat was a man. He didn’t seem old, maybe late twenties on the verge of his thirties. However, considering he was a dao expert, this meant that it hadn’t been a short time since his last breakthrough, but it hadn’t been an extremely long time either. Likely around 20-30 thousand years.

The pressure this man gave off was by far the strongest. Though Dyon didn’t use his divine sense, he could rely on Little Yang to see through the fact this man was a Higher Dao Expert on the level of Glorianice. No, Glorianice was a bit stronger, but it was only by a hair.

‘So the Water Mist Quadrant has men this powerful as well… So why is it that they’ve chosen the female only route? This obviously wasn’t the desire of the Mist Clan. As things stand right now, if the Water Mist Sect suddenly relaxed their rules to allow men, Jasmine wouldn’t have a foot to stand on anymore.’

The reason Dyon thought this was clear. It was because the meeting didn’t just have the elder generation, but several young men emanating fierce auras. The weakest of them were Kings, while the best could most definitely match the status of Gods. And, almost as though to fit every checkmark of an opposite party’s revulsion, one young man had a face contorted with such arrogance it could make one gag.

He was very clearly the strongest individual among the youth, and if Little Yang’s eyes weren’t incorrect, he was a Pseudo Dao expert who had entered the celestial realm as a 9^th Order expert and comprehended enigmatic qi at the 5^th Order.

What did this mean? It meant he would become a 5^th Order dao expert once he broke through! Four Orders above Zabia!

He most definitely had the right to be arrogant.

‘The Mist Clan must be kicking themselves. They have a talent on his level, but are forced to give key wielding responsibilities to a weak-willed cultivator like Anabella instead all to conform to the rules of their Sect…

‘But it seems to me that the Mist Clan alone should have enough Faith to not fall far behind the Water Mist Clan… So why do they insist on keeping it around?’