Reaper of the Martial World

Book 6: Chapter 419: Scout (3)

It was only right that most people were skeptical. For someone to be a 6^th realm Comet Grade Expert while also being younger than a thousand years old was absolutely ridiculous. Who would believe such a thing so easily?

There was a reason that the group of young men and women who had come were all Grandmasters. No one believed Dyon was worthy of more than that.

Dyon hardly cared. Even the masters of their masters would have to be respectful to him. Dyon was on the brink of becoming a Moon Grade expert. His soul strength was more than enough, he was just waiting for his moment of enlighten. Considering how easily that enlightenment came so many times before, he wasn’t even worried about it.

Although Amy was confused by Dyon’s request, she obliged anyway, utilizing a special employee pendant to fulfill his wishes.

Staring down the screen, Dyon couldn’t help but chuckle. “How inefficient… What a waste…”

He kept mumbling under his breath without a care in the world.

“None of these grades.” Dyon finally said. “I’ll give you a list instead.”

Finally, an azure robed young man with nine gold stripes couldn’t take it anymore. Truth be told, only Grandmaster Brea cared even the slightest bit about the welfare of the beasts, that was why when she scurried away, the rest aside from the tall lady ignored her and followed Dyon in. They believed it was naïve to think that Beast Masters weren’t cruel to their beasts. There were probably many Beast Masters who had done exactly what Dyon had but just used various tactics to hide it.

No, what they cared about was the blemish their reputations took under Dyon’s blinding sunlight. They were the geniuses of this generation, yet Dyon was so by far and away better than them according to reports that it was impossible to accept.

“That’s enough. Don’t you think this charade has gone on long enough? Aren’t you embarrassed?” The azure robed youth was legitimately fuming in anger.

Dyon was slightly surprised by the demeanor of these so-called geniuses. For better or worse, it seemed they cared less about their own pride and arrogance, but more so for the supposed stain Dyon was leaving on their professions.

As for why Dyon felt this way, he couldn’t see a usual haughty disdain in their eyes. He just saw anger and expressions that asked him to repent for his actions. Just like Brea, they really believed that Dyon was in the wrong. historical

Of course, while this was the thought process of those who had come this time, Dyon didn’t doubt that there were others who hadn’t come that felt it was beneath them to even meet with him. After all, there were Comet Grade experts below the age of 1000, they had just decided not to come.

Amy wanted to scurry off to get the things of Dyon’s list and avoid all of this, but there was a problem.

Dyon wasn’t formally recognized by the Sapientia Association which meant he didn’t have a badge to give her. Because of this, unless he personally came with her, it would be impossible to enter the upper floors.

Judging by his list, she only needed to reach the third floor of six, but… That area was still restricted to anyone below the Master grade.

It wasn’t that Amy didn’t have this qualification, it was just that there were rules barring employees from accessing floors their clients couldn’t. This was in place in response to numerous bribery scandals that had occurred years before.

However, this didn’t seem like the best time to explain this to Dyon…

The lay out of the tower matched its round exterior with various counters specializing in certain species of plants laid out on its outer edges. So, when a conflict of this sort broke out near the center, it felt like everyone’s gazes had trained on the same spot.

“Is there a problem?”

Just when the azure robed young man was going to answer Dyon, his expression froze when he realized the question was directed toward Amy and not him.

Amy trembled, but managed to quickly explain the problem in the end.

“Oh? A badge is it?” Dyon smiled, reminiscing about memories of when he first visited Heaven’s Wine. He couldn’t help but laugh remembering how stingy Amell was about it. As if a dao formation expert should be worried about anything counted in saint stones.

Dyon closed his eyes for a moment, his divine sense blanketing the tower as he analyzed the defensive formations that blocked the staircase.

“Should be simple enough.” Dyon nodded to himself, opening his eyes and extending a finger.

The crowd watched as a small golden array formed. As the seconds passed, it became almost like a solid medallion, layered with so many complex symbols and gears that it could take one’s breath away.

It couldn’t have been more than ten seconds since his started, but Dyon finished promptly, handing the seemingly illusory object to Amy. “This should be enough for you to get up there, I need a few things on the common floor.”

Amy blinked, but nodded in the end, rushing off as though Dyon had finally released her from prison. Although she was worried about whether or not his method would work, the backlash from failing to cross the Practitioner barrier, or even the Master barrier, wouldn’t be enough to hurt her as a saint.

‘What did he just do… It can’t be…’

Who among them wasn’t a soul talent? For obvious reasons, geniuses of the Green Robed runic vein masters and Golden Robed magic masters, nor the Purple Robed poison master, had bothered to come…

But, even still, they couldn’t believe their eyes.