Chapter 1386 Situation
Yandevere was born with the second ranked corrosive flame, right beneath Devil's Wisp. Her flames were the Devil's Fog flames and were ranked 36th. To have a top 50 unique flame in her grasp, her future should have been practically limitless.
The truth of the matter was that Dyon didn't start truly questioning her intentions until the matters of the Demonic Gorge took place. Back then, Dyon had sensed the power of the corrosive flames hidden within the Devil Qi Vein, and clearly, so had Yandevere.
This was the first time Yandevere let some of her true disposition shine through. Dyon knew that she thought of killing him back then all in order to raise the strength of her unique flames.
However, this reality only made Dyon more confused. Yandevere clearly wanted to grow stronger, yet she agreed to breakthrough before she reached her peak strength. Now, she was forever relegated to the 6th Order. There was no changing this unless she abolished her cultivation.
"Ready to talk?" This was the first time Dyon had come to find her. Up until now, for all Yandevere knew, he and Madeleine had long since died.
"You survived?" Even Yandevere's normally expressionless features showed surprised.
"You believed that a pitiful Golden Crow Sect could do anything to me? You're na?ve." A hint of disdain colored Dyon's features.
In truth, Dyon wanted to refine Yandevere into a corpse puppet. In fact, that was what he had been planning on doing once his clone awakened. But, who would have expected for his clone to be nothing more than a baby?
Having a person with the potential of a False True God as a corpse puppet would obviously be very useful to him. In fact, if he didn't refine Yandevere's flesh into bone, then it would be like she never died and he could directly control her.
Unfortunately, all of those plans had fallen through now.
"I guess we're all just ants to you then." Yandevere responded plainly. "How lucky you are to be born into such a magnificent Clan. Not all of us are so lucky."
Dyon suddenly erupted into laughter, confusing Yandevere.
"Everyone really does believe that I come from some great Clan, huh?" Dyon's smile made Yandevere feel uncomfortable. "Well, let me tell you a secret. I'm the last remaining member of the Celestial Deer Sect. Even my master is nothing more than a Spirit even you could kill with a single finger. Everything I have today are things I took with my own hands.
"I've had stronger enemies than you. A worse upbringing than you. In fact, believe it or not, my talent was also far worse than yours.
"My people had their cultivations sealed from birth. Maybe the only luck I've had in my life is that said seal slipped up when it became my turn. I wonder, why didn't you grasp your own luck like I did mine?"
Yandevere trembled at Dyon's words. Every sentence was like a strike of lightning on her psyche. Not for one moment did she believe Dyon was lying… What reason did he have to lie? If anything, him telling her this was detrimental to him.
However, Dyon didn't feel any sympathy seeing this. Since when did he have such a thing for those who tried to kill him? In fact, had Yandevere laid a hand on Madeleine, he would have already killed her three times over.
The reason Madeleine never detected Yandevere was because she truly never felt any guilt about anything she did. With no guilt, there were no negative emotions. In the end, her heart was as pure as an individual who had never committed a bad deed in their lives.
For Yandevere to have such a deep seeded belief in her own path, but to face such a reality now, the audible sounds of her dao heart crumbling were too much to ignore.
Unlike when Head Tudo's heart nearly collapsed, Dyon couldn't do anything about this. Even if he slapped Yandevere unconscious, this reality was one she had to face no matter what. Compared to Head Tudo whose actions were fairly minor and inconsequential, Yandevere had caused countless deaths and betrayed even more individuals all for the sake of these beliefs.
But in the end, the so-called instant redemption didn't happen. Yandevere's calm and expressionless features returned.
"There will always be those who are luckier than others." She replied emotionlessly. "While you claim to have no one and your upbringing is worse than mine, just how many things did the Celestial Deer Sect leave behind for you? You claim to have stronger enemies, but none of them know of your existence, while mine knew of me from birth.
"You claim to be less talented than I am, but I somehow highly doubt that. It's impossible for you to have made anything of yourself without being talented. Intelligence is a talent. Charm is a talent. Leadership is yet another talent. Which one of these things are you lacking?
"You say you grasped your luck while I wasted mine… Well I say you had much more luck to grasp than I did."
Dyon looked down toward Yandevere silently. None of the words she had said were technically false.
If Dyon had been as untalented in the soul path as he had been on the energy and body paths, would he be here today? Had he not had the weapons and battle techniques of the celestial deer sect, would he still be here today? If the enemies of the celestial deer sect knew of his true identity, would he still be here?
These were appropriate questions to ask. And each of them were like pillars that held Yandevere's dao heart together, maintaining her firmness.
However, unlike how Dyon's words nearly shattered Yandevere's understanding, her words had no effect on him at all. Why? Because from beginning to end, Dyon never shirked his own bottom line, nor did he ever manipulate his own values based on the situation.