Grand Ancestral Bloodlines

1914  Unacceptable

Ryu was absolutely furious.

He had been fine with a lot of the things until now.

He had been fine with Ailsa feeling superior. She was his wife; even if she wasn't stronger than him, he would put her on a pedestal. She wasn't just some normal woman walking down the streets or passing by him, not a woman he wouldn't even give a second glance to.

She was a woman he had shared his heart with, his bed with, a woman he planned to share his future with.

She was his wife.

He would elevate her as far beyond him as his shoulders and back would allow. He would never show even a tinge of distaste for how she viewed herself. He simply didn't care.

He had been fine when she started ordering him around, having him pick up the slack where she had failed and cover her back. Anyone else who had ordered him to do such things would have gotten more than just a little bit of his fury; they would have paid deeply for their arrogance.

The only reason he had accepted the orders of the Dream Asura was, again, because a wife of his was in danger. Who else in the world was capable of commanding him to do anything at all?

Yet, he had already put his life on the line several times for Ailsa and he didn't even show the slightest hint of dissatisfaction.

He had been fine even when she gave him the Core Disciple position.

Of course, there were logistical reasons why she couldn't just directly give him a place as an Inheritor Disciple. A husband being the descendant of a wife was too ridiculous and it would mix up their hierarchy… but how smart was Ryu? How smart was Ailsa?

Couldn't she have given him an honorary elder position instead? What about a position as a guest alchemist or formation master? She knew how high his level of skill was in these fields and even if it was the case that Ailsa had grown far beyond him in this regard, he didn't believe for a moment that the same was true of all her disciples as well. Ryu's talent in these Secondary Professions wasn't just something a normal amount of hard work could surpass.

On top of that, because it would have little to do with his combat prowess, proving that he was capable of such a thing would have been far easier than risking his life to become a Throne, and the rewards would have been just as good if not far better than what he could expect from even being a Core Disciple.

However, even though he had thought of that solution, he didn't blame Ailsa for it a single bit. She was already throwing her Sect into enough chaos by raising him to the level of Core Disciple to begin with. As for the rest, he could handle it all on his own.

He had even had no intention of blaming Ailsa for the situation with Nemesis and Little Gem; he didn't even blame her much for the misunderstanding that led to all of these fools somehow believing that another man actually had such a chance with his wife.

He had been fine with all of these things, not even showing the slightest hint of displeasure toward Ailsa.

But this.

This was where he drew the line.

He had never uttered the word divorce in his life; at the very least, he had never uttered it in regard to himself. Not once in his life did he ever consider such a thing.

In the cultivation world, it wasn't as though divorce was impossible. But the problem was that most divorces happened between men and women who had never fused their souls together before. Such husbands and wives were only husband and wife in name and in ceremony, but not in soul.

Divorcing someone you had fused your soul to required practically crippling both of you. For a Dao God like Ailsa, such a divorce would practically sever her path forward completely. She would likely never be able to improve in her cultivation ever again.

This was the harsh truth that lay before them.

For Ryu to say this, one could imagine just how furious he was. In the cultivation world, words held too much power, and the moment Ryu spoke of such a thing, Ailsa had already felt her Primordial Yin tremble as though it might be expelled from Ryu's body at any time.

Her face became pale and her entire body trembled. It was as though she had lost her soul for a moment and the body that she had controlled to the point of becoming a Dao God was practically worthless at the moment.

Right now, Ryu wasn't the frail boy who felt lost to his path; he wasn't the ice-cold young master who had hated the world, nor was he some cheap cultivator overestimating his abilities.

He was a towering mountain, a furious head of a household that seemed to want to burn the entire thing.

It should have pained him to see Ailsa's face in such a state, but he didn't have the mind to care or pay attention to it.

What Ailsa had done just now was unforgivable.

Apologizing to him was bad enough. Had their relationship truly regressed to the point that she had to treat him like such an outsider?

But not only was she apologizing, there wasn't even the slightest bit of remorse on her face as well. Ryu was sure that she felt for the loss of Nemesis and Little Gem, but the way she was speaking, it was as though she was only apologizing as a perfunctory measure, as though she had every intention of dealing with the situation all on her own and was just casually informing Ryu. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

It felt like rather than speaking to her husband, she was speaking to one of her subordinates, one of her lackeys, one of her little soldiers that had lost their lives in her war.

That was absolutely unacceptable to Ryu.