Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God-Chapter 2236 Skills

At that moment, 71's mentee appeared before Dyon, the very same ghastly grin hanging from his mouth. A foul stench emitted with his every breath, making Dyon frown and take a step back.

It seemed to others that he was afraid, but the reality was that he really couldn't stand the smell. Just because he had spent the last several years experimenting on void beasts, didn't mean that he enjoyed the foul stench they emitted. Plus, he had several means of warding off the smell if he really wanted to. The reason he hadn't was related to the very cause of the smell in the first place. If danger was really related to how foul the smell was, then wouldn't he be cutting off a warning signal for himself by being too prudish?

"Since you decided to piss off my mentor, you can just—"

"Oh, you came here to kill me? Piss off then."

None of the youths could react before the young man with the fat gut's head was spinning in the air, completely separated from his body.

With a bored expression on his face, Dyon shot into the distance, ignoring the looks he was receiving.

**

"Attention!"

At another entrance to Yin City, a small troop of about a hundred men and women had gathered. Each of them held spears and wore leather armor. Their backs were as straight as javelins and their jaws practically trembled as they did everything in their power to keep their necks straight.

The punishment for having faulty posture was 3 lashes. These youths didn't want to take even one, let alone three. They didn't dare be careless in their military salutes. Compared to the unorganized and wild nature of the underground world's mentee's, they were on another level.

And, it just so happened that Dyon was in this group as well.

**

In yet another entrance, a group of dark gold robed youths stood. All of them, whether man or woman, had their heads shaved clean and they all wielded a scepter that seemed carved of ancient wood.

Though they didn't seem as disciplined as the military troop, there was something special about them nonetheless.

The air in the surroundings carried a calming feeling, the qi in the skies seemed to be their beloved and converged toward them without reserve, and compared to the almost horrified appearances of the troops or the uncaring appearances of the mentees, they all held smiles on their faces as though nothing could enrage them.

Dyon was within this number as well.

While the Well Clans and the Vio Clan seemed to think that they could bide their time and strike like a hidden venomous snake, they had no idea that Dyon's clones had infiltrated this society to a deeper level in just a few weeks than they could ever have imagined.

When Dyon said that step one was now complete, he didn't mean that step one was simply gaining a place in the underground world. He meant that he now had a place in all four…

The military, underground and religious factions were all setting out toward the devil caves. As for the government faction…

**

"Kid, it's not that I want to crush your dreams. But, without appropriate backing or bloodlines, joining the government faction is just asking to get eaten by a gang of sharks. You may spend an entire lifetime here and never take a step forward.

"If this is really your dream, I suggest you join the military faction first. Even if you don't have combat prowess, join as a strategist. I'm sure that since you're confident enough in your intelligence to come here, that you have a mind for such stuff anyway.

"Build up your profile there first, gain some allies, make some friends. Only then can you retire and come here. In return, the City Lord will give you a position based on your merit and your future will be far easier. There's no need to be so stubborn."

Dyon smiled as he listened to the old man with a white beard that almost passed his waist nagged him to the point of exhaustion.

If others saw this old man wasting so many words on any person, let alone a youth, they'd be shocked without compare. Because, this old man was known as the Scrooge of the Lower courts. However…

"Father-in-law, there's no need to say anymore. I promise to rise to the top no matter how much pain I suffer. If I can't do this, then how will I support Little Mimi and give you a proper retirement?"

Dyon apologized in his heart to his wives. 'It's okay, it's okay. She's only a puppet.'

He pleaded to no one as though he could already see Clara's glare.

Dyon had left his playboy ways behind after he met Madeleine. Well, for the most part. However, that didn't mean that he couldn't pull those 'skills' back up when he needed them.

For him, it only took a bit of effort to capture the heart of a woman. And, since he was scheming against Mimi and got to use the grace period to choose the perfect situation to meet her, it only took him a few weeks to gain her favor and a half a year to become her fiancé.

"I have no idea how you captured that daughter of mine, but it's going to bring you more trouble than anything else. There were at least three dukedom level families that wanted her hand in marriage, but my standing is very low, so obviously this has nothing to do with me and everything to do with her."

This was part of the reason that the old scrooge didn't believe that Dyon was simply using his daughter to elevate his status.

For one, his daughter wasn't a fool. Anyone who could gain her fancy was most definitely intelligent without compare.

Secondly, anyone so intelligent would be able to tell that jumping into this quagmire was simply seeking death. So, he was certain that Dyon's feelings for his daughter were tried and true.

Of course, he had no idea that there was another possibility, and that was that Dyon didn't fear death at the hands of these so-called dukedoms.

"You don't have to worry about that. I will handle it." Dyon said with a smile.