Chapter 1407 Jasmine

One might wonder what the point of Dyon's hidden ident.i.ty even was, but it was entirely related to the sensitive ident.i.ties of his wives. What would happen if the world suddenly knew that Dyon was married to not only the Legatee of the Flaming Lily Sect, but also the potential Legatee of the Water Mist Sect AND the creator of Sapientia Network?

Those who were intelligent would begin to feel that a nefarious plot was brewing. Having p.a.w.ns in such important and core locations was bound to alert the higher echelons of powerful ent.i.ties. This was a level of scrutiny Dyon couldn't handle as things stood now.

Much like many other Sects, the Water Mist Sect was divided into inner and outer regions. Where it differed from Soul Rending Peak was that its designated areas were arranged into regular and floating islands. Some of these floating islands even had beautiful rivers and waterfalls dropping from their edges and into the clear water below. It really did look like a paradise.

The Palace Master received a floating island of her own. In fact, this floating island was the second highest, only behind the Sect's Holy Land and the resting place of their Ancestors. As for the Mist Clan's personal home base and Holy Land, it wasn't located in this universe, but rather in an adjacent one.

Luckily, due to the structure of the Water Mist Sect, it was far more difficult to track the locations and whereabouts of disciples. The islands were too far apart and too isolated. Coupling this with Dyon's expertise in concealment arrays and no one even knew that he and Ri were visiting the Palace Master.

Eventually, the couple made it to the Palace Master's personal territory. They could lift their heads and see the floating island above them. The issue was that infiltrating such an important area in stealth was too difficult.

After being schemed against for so many millennia, how could Jasmine not take precautions? If she was interrupted while she was in a critical juncture for her cultivation, the results would be devastating.

Unfortunately for Jasmine, using Moon Grade formations might stall someone else, but they were useless against Dyon. In the end, the soul path would always be the best at laying large scale formations. Although magic and the energy path could make some cheap replicas, they were never as good. So most preferred to use conventional soul path formations. This played directly into Dyon's hand.

"Should we really do this?" Ri was a bit apprehensive. Barging in on a dao expert, especially a dao formation female expert, was definitely not a good idea.

"I have a feeling she's going to say something to make me angry later on." Dyon said lightly. "In negotiations, the one to approach first will almost always be on the losing end. Only by establis.h.i.+ng power first will things go as we wish. Let's see if she dares to p.i.s.s me off after this."

Ri didn't know whether to laugh or cry at these words. You haven't even met her yet, do you really need to be so hostile already?

Still, she found this side of Dyon funny. He hated being tested so much that he instead chose to test himself before the meeting even began. It was too cute.

Dyon swept Ri into his arms. "[Soul Aid]!"

In that moment, complex gears began to turn in Dyon's eyes. The inner secrets of the formations before him were suddenly laid bare. He found thousands of flaws in an instant, something that shocked even himself. If he relied on his knowledge alone, he could only guarantee finding a few dozen.

One had to remember that the core ability of [Soul Aid] was a.n.a.lyzing a technique to such a level that all of its secrets would be open to you. Using this information, it then became far easier to manipulate a technique at will. Obviously, such an ability could be applied in a myriad of ways outside the technique's original purpose. Using it to crack formations made things tens of times easier.

Dyon's body flashed forward. His movements became ethereal and free flowing. In just an hour, he had stepped upon the Palace Master's island without alerting a single soul.

Placing Ri down, he took her hand, strolling up the steps with ease.

In that moment, a pressure that could shatter the skies suddenly caused the island to tremble. However, Dyon only smiled, feeling immensely satisfied with himself.

Ri shook her head, chuckling bitterly. Taking that loss to Viola earlier in the day clearly affected him. It was true that he wasn't used to taking losses, but was it really too much to take a single step back?

The doors of a ma.s.sive castle that seemed built with sapphire gems swung open. The oppressive might disappeared, becoming a refres.h.i.+ng breeze that invited them in.

Dyon secretly praised inwardly. This Palace Master had far better control of her emotions than he did. Knowing himself, he probably would have lashed out by now.

Not long later, Ri and Dyon was flown into the throne room by the gentle breeze. It was obvious to Dyon that had they tried to deviate even a single step from the path the Palace Master lay, the breeze would have pushed them back with a force neither of them could contend against.

Up ahead, Dyon's eyes finally laid on the Palace Master. Maybe had he not been used to having beauties around him, his heart would have shuddered. But he could guarantee in his heart that the only women he had seen capable of matching Jasmine were Amphorae and Evangeline.

Jasmine features were exquisite. She had large amber eyes that twinkled with flecks of gold, her hair was a cascading waterfall of gorgeous black, and her skin was spotless, a characteristic that was on full display solely due to her style of dress.

Jasmine wore what looked velvet mage robes, adorned by a pure sky blue and embroidered with gold and silver. But what made it eye popping was the style of the dress itself. Aside from its sleeves that clung tightly to Jasmine's shoulders and upper arms before fanning our wifely at her elbows, there was a deep ravine that stretched from her collar bone to her belly. In fact, much of the skin Dyon could see was due to this outrageously long V neck pattern that exposed her toned torso.