Chapter 1101 - Proud (1) (2/2)
The problem was that your Primordial Yang's strength was also dependent on all facets of your cultivation. Dyon should still be too weak to evoke 7 clouds. Even a single one was enough to wholly impress Evangeline.
The only explanation was the only remaining facet of a Primordial Yang: potential. However, for potential to overwhelm everything else to reach this sort of level… It was mindboggling!
BOOM! … BOOM! BOOM! … BOOM!
Dyon's roar grew louder, shattering the chair beneath him. Yet, he somehow floated in the air, trembling fiercer with every passing moment.
Evangeline hadn't even gotten over the shock of seeing seven clouds before the maximum nine appeared. Even the arrays she had so carefully laid were threatening to shatter…
For context, even arrays she built with a casual swipe of her hand could contend with the best comet level formations in existence, let alone this one that she carefully and meticulously laid out while expecting the vicious auspicious signs of the Nine Yang Cloud poison.
Evangeline's smile and pride faded away. It would be impossible for her to do what she wanted to do if Dyon just died first.
Just like every other aphrodisiac, its effects wouldn't cease unless it was either purged by an expert, or the man under its influence vented the excess energy on a female. If not, the victim would simply implode from inside out.
The problem was that the intensity of this particular aphrodisiac depended on the number of clouds a man could evoke. Under normal circ.u.mstances, evoking more clouds was great. This was because the Nine Yang Cloud wasn't a poison at all if it was coupled with an appropriately powerful dual cultivation technique. Instead, it became a very valuable, but also very expensive, cultivation resource.
The good news was that Dyon had an appropriately powerful dual cultivation technique. In fact, it was powerful enough by many times over. The bad news was that Dyon had no intention of quote unquote 'venting'.
Despite the pain he was in, his eyes bore holes into Evangeline's skull even as his skinned reddened and his veins bulged. Even his lower regions that should have been at full mast was forcefully held down by his body control, causing it to be, ironically, one of the coolest parts of his body.
”Oh? Despite forcefully contradicting the nature of the poison, you're still clear headed enough to glare at little ol me?” Evangeline pouted. It seemed that she was capable of keeping a serious expression on for long. ”The auspicious signs are done, you can run off now, no? Imagine all the unsuspecting, innocent and beautiful little girls running around the sect.
”Don't you want to press them under you? Don't you want to assert your dominance over them? To claim them as your women?
”This is what the elders want, isn't that what you said? At the very least they won't interfere until you're fully satisfied. Wouldn't you like one last hurrah before you're shipped off to Soul Market?”