Chapter 1651: 1651
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The various Clan and Sect leaders looked toward each other uncomfortably. Of all the ways they expected Dyon to begin, this was the one way that caught them off guard. They had half expected Dyon to storm in, list off a bunch of unquestionable, maybe even unreasonable commands, then stroll out.
Dyon waited patiently. He did absolutely nothing to alleviate the awkward atmosphere, he only sat silently. Seconds became minutes, and soon as much as half an hour passed without anyone saying a word. What a joke. Didn't they all have eyes? Just the one dao expert to Dyon's back could kill them all, and that didn't even mention Elder Nova – who wasn't here – or Dyon's own fighting prowess.
Still, Dyon continued to say nothing. His expression made his point clear, 'I know you have complaints, so we won't move on until you spill them. I don't mind sitting here for all of eternity as long as you all remain silent'.
Finally, one of those present couldn't handle it anymore. He was actually a member of a former God Clan of Earth, the Cavositas Clan. After Loki turned their Patriarch into a puppet, they fell to the wayside. But, Dyon did find their affinity with destruction will quite interesting. Much like celestial will and celestial supreme law, destruction will shared this same relationship with chaos will. In fact, the Chaos Arenas where Ulu nearly crippled Ri were run by the Cavositas family. This was no coincidence.
If Dyon remember correctly, the heir of the Cavositas Clan's younger brother was actually among the 11 geniuses he fought at the entrance of the Demon Sage's Legacy World. Still, Dyon didn't show any particular reaction when their representation cleared his throat. After all, he hardly cared about such matters anymore.
"Leader Sacharro, if I might ask, why is it that you continuously pushed the meeting back?"
The Cavositas Clan member decided to pluck some low hanging fruit. His tone wasn't too reproachful, and he also picked a topic that everyone was clearly aware of. In this way, he could minimize the risk to himself while also moving this meeting along.
Since he wasn't sure what he should call Dyon, he settled upon Leader Sacharro. For now, that should be good enough since Dyon hadn't officially established an Empire or Kingdom.
"Oh, that?" Dyon smiled lightly. "I was taking a vacation and I was reluctant to stop enjoying myself."
Dyon's words caused the leaders to not know whether to laugh or cry. Wasn't this too blatant? They had all expected some flowery excuse connected to the betterment of their alliance, but who would have expected this?
The Cavositas representative coughed awkwardly again. "I see. You have been working quite hard, it's good that you've taken a break."
Although Ri and Clara maintained their dignified expression, they were inwardly dying of laughter. Dyon was so mischievous. Still, his words had the d.e.s.i.r.ed effect as the atmosphere seemed to lighten.
Seeing this change occur, many began to speak, one after another. Dyon's memory was good enough to remember every concern, but Clara still recorded everything. This was below her standing as Dyon's wife, but for now, everything was quite informal. Implementing strict protocol without a good foundation first was just as good as not doing anything at all.
The complaints were quite wide ranging. Some spoke about the need for additional academies. As things stood now, only three academies per planet was a bit lacking. Even the mortal world had countless schools. So, having only three academies each really was too little.
Others were more worried about the economy. They lacked appropriate structures of commerce. Although Soul Rend Universe was overflowing with wealth, they didn't have proper channels for distribution of this wealth. This forced Dyon, who obviously held the largest share, to be burdened with distributing it himself in the form of cultivation resources.
What they needed were businesses and proper procedures for opening and regulating these businesses. Only by doing this would wealth naturally begin to spread.
In line with concerns about the economy, there was the question of currency. With the influx of migrants, there were currently too many systems of exchange and there was no real way to balance them, often resulting in arbitrary numbers and exchange values that held no water.
As matters continued, it seemed the economy really was the largest concern. As things stood now, many had fallen to using ancient and mundane trading systems, unwilling to take a loss by using currency.
In the martial world, these things hardly mattered. After all, they had a universal system tallied by energy stones. But, because of the issue of redistribution of wealth, the energy stones that those under Dyon had were even more pitiful than what Dyon himself had. As for Dyon, he often directly invested the energy stones he had on hand into spiritual ingredients to increase their fighting prowess as a whole. Until the day came when Dyon didn't have to do this anymore, it was necessary for there to be either a universal, more mundane, currency, or strict control over the numerous forms of currency.
Dyon listened to all of these matters silently. As expected, the more they spoke and understood that Dyon wouldn't lash out at them for their complaints, the freer they became with their words. In this way, Dyon could finally peel back a layer and delve into their inner thoughts.
Guild Leader Niveus, the younger sister of the former Crown Prince Belmont's wife, spoke. Dyon recognized her as well. She was with those 11 geniuses that he fought at the Demon Sage's Legacy World entrance, but she didn't attack Dyon along with them.
Considering Dyon was the reason her elder sister was exiled and her mother figure, Matriarch Niveus, was now dead and continuously being tortured, he had great interest in her current thoughts.
"I believe that the standards of our six Sects are too high. Many, after spending so many years in our energy poor universe, have no way of ever living up to those standards." Obviously, these 'many' she spoke of included herself, which was why she stubbornly skirted around Dyon's banning of new Sects by instead creating one under the moniker of a Guild.
It doesn't take a genius to understand why someone would be dissatisfied with Dyon's actions. After all, the benefits for being a member of the Sects was beyond imagining, yet even to now, they didn't have more than five inner disciples and only had one core disciple among all six of them!
"I think we should consider lowering these standards. Or, at the very least, we should allow other sects to be established if this isn't possible. As things stand now, youths graduate the academies only to realize they aren't up to the standards of the Sects. Then, they have nowhere to turn to because there doesn't exist a net to catch them."
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The various Clan and Sect leaders looked toward each other uncomfortably. Of all the ways they expected Dyon to begin, this was the one way that caught them off guard. They had half expected Dyon to storm in, list off a bunch of unquestionable, maybe even unreasonable commands, then stroll out.
Dyon waited patiently. He did absolutely nothing to alleviate the awkward atmosphere, he only sat silently. Seconds became minutes, and soon as much as half an hour passed without anyone saying a word. What a joke. Didn't they all have eyes? Just the one dao expert to Dyon's back could kill them all, and that didn't even mention Elder Nova – who wasn't here – or Dyon's own fighting prowess.
Still, Dyon continued to say nothing. His expression made his point clear, 'I know you have complaints, so we won't move on until you spill them. I don't mind sitting here for all of eternity as long as you all remain silent'.
Finally, one of those present couldn't handle it anymore. He was actually a member of a former God Clan of Earth, the Cavositas Clan. After Loki turned their Patriarch into a puppet, they fell to the wayside. But, Dyon did find their affinity with destruction will quite interesting. Much like celestial will and celestial supreme law, destruction will shared this same relationship with chaos will. In fact, the Chaos Arenas where Ulu nearly crippled Ri were run by the Cavositas family. This was no coincidence.
If Dyon remember correctly, the heir of the Cavositas Clan's younger brother was actually among the 11 geniuses he fought at the entrance of the Demon Sage's Legacy World. Still, Dyon didn't show any particular reaction when their representation cleared his throat. After all, he hardly cared about such matters anymore.
"Leader Sacharro, if I might ask, why is it that you continuously pushed the meeting back?"
The Cavositas Clan member decided to pluck some low hanging fruit. His tone wasn't too reproachful, and he also picked a topic that everyone was clearly aware of. In this way, he could minimize the risk to himself while also moving this meeting along.
Since he wasn't sure what he should call Dyon, he settled upon Leader Sacharro. For now, that should be good enough since Dyon hadn't officially established an Empire or Kingdom.
"Oh, that?" Dyon smiled lightly. "I was taking a vacation and I was reluctant to stop enjoying myself."
Dyon's words caused the leaders to not know whether to laugh or cry. Wasn't this too blatant? They had all expected some flowery excuse connected to the betterment of their alliance, but who would have expected this?
The Cavositas representative coughed awkwardly again. "I see. You have been working quite hard, it's good that you've taken a break."
Although Ri and Clara maintained their dignified expression, they were inwardly dying of laughter. Dyon was so mischievous. Still, his words had the d.e.s.i.r.ed effect as the atmosphere seemed to lighten.
Seeing this change occur, many began to speak, one after another. Dyon's memory was good enough to remember every concern, but Clara still recorded everything. This was below her standing as Dyon's wife, but for now, everything was quite informal. Implementing strict protocol without a good foundation first was just as good as not doing anything at all.
The complaints were quite wide ranging. Some spoke about the need for additional academies. As things stood now, only three academies per planet was a bit lacking. Even the mortal world had countless schools. So, having only three academies each really was too little.
Others were more worried about the economy. They lacked appropriate structures of commerce. Although Soul Rend Universe was overflowing with wealth, they didn't have proper channels for distribution of this wealth. This forced Dyon, who obviously held the largest share, to be burdened with distributing it himself in the form of cultivation resources.
What they needed were businesses and proper procedures for opening and regulating these businesses. Only by doing this would wealth naturally begin to spread.
In line with concerns about the economy, there was the question of currency. With the influx of migrants, there were currently too many systems of exchange and there was no real way to balance them, often resulting in arbitrary numbers and exchange values that held no water.
As matters continued, it seemed the economy really was the largest concern. As things stood now, many had fallen to using ancient and mundane trading systems, unwilling to take a loss by using currency.
In the martial world, these things hardly mattered. After all, they had a universal system tallied by energy stones. But, because of the issue of redistribution of wealth, the energy stones that those under Dyon had were even more pitiful than what Dyon himself had. As for Dyon, he often directly invested the energy stones he had on hand into spiritual ingredients to increase their fighting prowess as a whole. Until the day came when Dyon didn't have to do this anymore, it was necessary for there to be either a universal, more mundane, currency, or strict control over the numerous forms of currency.
Dyon listened to all of these matters silently. As expected, the more they spoke and understood that Dyon wouldn't lash out at them for their complaints, the freer they became with their words. In this way, Dyon could finally peel back a layer and delve into their inner thoughts.
Guild Leader Niveus, the younger sister of the former Crown Prince Belmont's wife, spoke. Dyon recognized her as well. She was with those 11 geniuses that he fought at the Demon Sage's Legacy World entrance, but she didn't attack Dyon along with them.
Considering Dyon was the reason her elder sister was exiled and her mother figure, Matriarch Niveus, was now dead and continuously being tortured, he had great interest in her current thoughts.
"I believe that the standards of our six Sects are too high. Many, after spending so many years in our energy poor universe, have no way of ever living up to those standards." Obviously, these 'many' she spoke of included herself, which was why she stubbornly skirted around Dyon's banning of new Sects by instead creating one under the moniker of a Guild.
It doesn't take a genius to understand why someone would be dissatisfied with Dyon's actions. After all, the benefits for being a member of the Sects was beyond imagining, yet even to now, they didn't have more than five inner disciples and only had one core disciple among all six of them!
"I think we should consider lowering these standards. Or, at the very least, we should allow other sects to be established if this isn't possible. As things stand now, youths graduate the academies only to realize they aren't up to the standards of the Sects. Then, they have nowhere to turn to because there doesn't exist a net to catch them."
The various Clan and Sect leaders looked toward each other uncomfortably. Of all the ways they expected Dyon to begin, this was the one way that caught them off guard. They had half expected Dyon to storm in, list off a bunch of unquestionable, maybe even unreasonable commands, then stroll out. Dyon waited patiently. He did absolutely nothing to alleviate the awkward atmosphere, he only sat silently. Seconds became minutes, and soon as much as half an hour passed without anyone saying a word. What a joke. Didn't they all have eyes? Just the one dao expert to Dyon's back could kill them all, and that didn't even mention Elder Nova who wasn't here or Dyon's own fighting prowess. Still, Dyon continued to say nothing. His expression made his point clear, 'I know you have complaints, so we won't move on until you spill them. I don't mind sitting here for all of eternity as long as you all remain silent'. Finally, one of those present couldn't handle it anymore. He was actually a member of a former God Clan of Earth, the Cavositas Clan. After Loki turned their Patriarch into a puppet, they fell to the wayside. But, Dyon did find their affinity with destruction will quite interesting. Much like celestial will and celestial supreme law, destruction will shared this same relationship with chaos will. In fact, the Chaos Arenas where Ulu nearly crippled Ri were run by the Cavositas family. This was no coincidence. If Dyon remember correctly, the heir of the Cavositas Clan's younger brother was actually among the 11 geniuses he fought at the entrance of the Demon Sage's Legacy World. Still, Dyon didn't show any particular reaction when their representation cleared his throat. After all, he hardly cared about such matters anymore. "Leader Sacharro, if I might ask, why is it that you continuously pushed the meeting back?" The Cavositas Clan member decided to pluck some low hanging fruit. His tone wasn't too reproachful, and he also picked a topic that everyone was clearly aware of. In this way, he could minimize the risk to himself while also moving this meeting along. Since he wasn't sure what he should call Dyon, he settled upon Leader Sacharro. For now, that should be good enough since Dyon hadn't officially established an Empire or Kingdom. "Oh, that?" Dyon smiled lightly. "I was taking a vacation and I was reluctant to stop enjoying myself." Dyon's words caused the leaders to not know whether to laugh or cry. Wasn't this too blatant? They had all expected some flowery excuse connected to the betterment of their alliance, but who would have expected this? The Cavositas representative coughed awkwardly again. "I see. You have been working quite hard, it's good that you've taken a break." Although Ri and Clara maintained their dignified expression, they were inwardly dying of laughter. Dyon was so mischievous. Still, his words had the d.e.s.i.r.ed effect as the atmosphere seemed to lighten. Seeing this change occur, many began to speak, one after another. Dyon's memory was good enough to remember every concern, but Clara still recorded everything. This was below her standing as Dyon's wife, but for now, everything was quite informal. Implementing strict protocol without a good foundation first was just as good as not doing anything at all. The complaints were quite wide ranging. Some spoke about the need for additional academies. As things stood now, only three academies per planet was a bit lacking. Even the mortal world had countless schools. So, having only three academies each really was too little. Others were more worried about the economy. They lacked appropriate structures of commerce. Although Soul Rend Universe was overflowing with wealth, they didn't have proper channels for distribution of this wealth. This forced Dyon, who obviously held the largest share, to be burdened with distributing it himself in the form of cultivation resources. What they needed were businesses and proper procedures for opening and regulating these businesses. Only by doing this would wealth naturally begin to spread. In line with concerns about the economy, there was the question of currency. With the influx of migrants, there were currently too many systems of exchange and there was no real way to balance them, often resulting in arbitrary numbers and exchange values that held no water. As matters continued, it seemed the economy really was the largest concern. As things stood now, many had fallen to using ancient and mundane trading systems, unwilling to take a loss by using currency. In the martial world, these things hardly mattered. After all, they had a universal system tallied by energy stones. But, because of the issue of redistribution of wealth, the energy stones that those under Dyon had were even more pitiful than what Dyon himself had. As for Dyon, he often directly invested the energy stones he had on hand into spiritual ingredients to increase their fighting prowess as a whole. Until the day came when Dyon didn't have to do this anymore, it was necessary for there to be either a universal, more mundane, currency, or strict control over the numerous forms of currency. Dyon listened to all of these matters silently. As expected, the more they spoke and understood that Dyon wouldn't lash out at them for their complaints, the freer they became with their words. In this way, Dyon could finally peel back a layer and delve into their inner thoughts. Guild Leader Niveus, the younger sister of the former Crown Prince Belmont's wife, spoke. Dyon recognized her as well. She was with those 11 geniuses that he fought at the Demon Sage's Legacy World entrance, but she didn't attack Dyon along with them. Considering Dyon was the reason her elder sister was exiled and her mother figure, Matriarch Niveus, was now dead and continuously being tortured, he had great interest in her current thoughts. "I believe that the standards of our six Sects are too high. Many, after spending so many years in our energy poor universe, have no way of ever living up to those standards." Obviously, these 'many' she spoke of included herself, which was why she stubbornly skirted around Dyon's banning of new Sects by instead creating one under the moniker of a Guild. It doesn't take a genius to understand why someone would be dissatisfied with Dyon's actions. After all, the benefits for being a member of the Sects was beyond imagining, yet even to now, they didn't have more than five inner disciples and only had one core disciple among all six of them! "I think we should consider lowering these standards. Or, at the very least, we should allow other sects to be established if this isn't possible. As things stand now, youths graduate the academies only to realize they aren't up to the standards of the Sects. Then, they have nowhere to turn to because there doesn't exist a net to catch them."
