Dyon’s eyes showed no signs of desire. Instead, he was filled with rage and unwillingness. Even after all this time, he still didn’t have enough power.

This was the first time he truly couldn’t see a way out of a situation. He always prided himself in always being able to think of a way out, always moving forward with only victory in mind. But, today he learned that when the power gap was appropriately large, larger than he could imagine, no amount of scheming or undying will to win would change anything.

Dyon tried to circulate his runic flames. When Evangeline was talking about him venting his lust on his fellow disciples, she had released the suppression on him, looking at him expectantly. This allowed him the chance to try and use his runic flames to purge the poison.

If it had been his aurora flames, Dyon would have had more confidence. Unfortunately, his control over his runic flames was far too poor.

This wasn’t the only problem either. Nine Yang Cloud stems were classified as a Planet level spiritual plant! It was categorized far too high for Dyon to purge it with celestial level flames. It was simply a fool’s errand without dao level flames.

Evangeline seemed to know this, so she didn’t mind Dyon’s attempt. She could only shake her head in disapproval. “Are you trying to kill yourself? Letting such poorly controlled flames rampage across your body? What would your wives think of you committing suicide like this?”

“Don’t you speak of them!” Dyon roared through gritting teeth even as his skin began to crack and bleed. This wasn’t the effect of the poison, but rather his runic flames. He could hardly heal an essence gatherer, he had no business trying to pull tricks with his own body.

“Don’t speak of them?” Evangeline tapped her delicate chin with a slender finger. “Which one? Madeleine?”

Dyon froze, his gaze icing over. Who the hell was this woman?!

“Ri?”

Dyon’s heart seized with worry. This wasn’t happening, it couldn’t be happening.

“Clara?” Evangeline seemed to get off on Dyon’s helpless expression. He didn’t seem to care about his own life, but the moment she started mentioning his wives he fell into despair. How noble of him.

However, Evangeline’s next word shocked Dyon even more.

“Amphorae?”

“Who the hell are you?!” Dyon could no longer remain calm. There were only five people in existence that knew about Amphorae. Himself, Ri, Madeleine, Clara and his grand teacher.

Dyon would rather die than believe any of those individuals betrayed him. Even if he had been angry with his grand teacher for hiding the truth about his second disciple from him, Dyon had already decided to forgive him. Plus, he knew the old man had no ill intentions. So, how the hell did this woman know about Amphorae?

‘Could it be that Amphorae already reincarnated and awakened her memories without seeing me? Is this an enemy of hers?’ Dyon’s mind ran on overdrive, trying to think of answers.

However, Evangeline’s next words sent him into a realm of confusion that he almost couldn’t handle.

“Luna? Saru? L –“ Evangeline covered her mouth adorably, as though she was a toddler who made an innocent mistake. “Oops, you don’t count them, do you?”

It was only at that point that Dyon remembered that Luna’s name was Moon. Wasn’t Evangeline’s last name also Moon?

Evangeline giggled. “For such a smart man, your thoughts are pretty stupid. How could you compare all of this with that flat chested little girl?” She lightly gripped her own chest, almost as if to prove their size.

Dyon frowned through his pain. It was impossible for anyone to read his thoughts, not with The Seal. So, how could this woman read him so easily. Even a True Empath wouldn’t be capable of that.

“Maybe I just know you very well.” Evangeline smiled mysteriously. “I’m surprised you haven’t run off yet. It can’t be that you don’t want those little girls because you’ve set your eyes on this old lady, no?”

Dyon sealed his lips. He was done with talking. If today was the day he’d die, then he’d die. But, he wouldn’t disgrace his wives and himself before doing so.

Now that he knew there were experts this powerful watching over Soul Market, he understood how foolish his thoughts of taking it down had been. It was just unfortunate that he didn’t find out until it was too late.

“I get it.” Evangeline said playfully. “Your wives are very beautiful, so you disdain the idea of settling for women their lesser. Unfortunately for you, I’m too powerful for you to take me by force. So, what’ll you do?”

A deep disgust shone in Dyon’s eyes. No matter how the poison spurned on his libido, he wouldn’t act. From start to end, he was confident in maintaining the clarity of his mind. What did lust mean in the face of death?

In his fifth trial, Dyon died countless times. Yet, no matter how often he did, his will never broke. If this Evangeline thought that his confidence was so easy to shatter, she was sorely mistaken.

Evangeline pouted, a fake hurt appearing on her features. “Am I not beautiful enough?”

Dyon didn’t respond. He tried to close his eyes, but found that Evangeline’s suppression had once again appeared. He was so enraged that the bones in his fist snapped under the pressure of him clenching them. He wasn’t even allowed to control something so minor?!