Reaper of the Martial World

Book 7: Chapter 362: Celestial Doors (1)

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A cold wind seemed to blow following Dyon’s words. The combination of the shock of the crowd and the Sapientia, and the deadpan expression of Dyon and the Demon Generals, only made the atmosphere all the more stifling.

By now, the Sapientia Network had grown into an absolute behemoth. Just based on the fees needed to take part in the second phase, the Network as a whole was bringing in the revenue a top 20 quadrant brought in, in a year, in just a single month!

In fact, it was still expanding wildly. It seemed like every other day, some business savvy individual would come up with a new idea. Now, there were forums for everything from typical auctions, to brothels, to even mercenary services.

The longer the Sapientia Network stayed active, the more trust people began to place into it, and thus the greater it became. It wouldn’t be more than 10 years before the Sapientia Network’s revenue matched a top 10 quadrant, and no more than a hundred before it made what the top 3 quadrants made in a year consistently.

[Author’s Note: I worded this a bit oddly. Well, not oddly, but it is a bit confusing considering I noted what they made in a month before. Here, when I say they’ll make what top 10 and top 3 quadrants make in a year, I’m referring to in a year time frame. The gap in wealth between a top 20 quadrant and a top 10 to 3 one is that large.]

It was no wonder Dyon was overflowing with more money than he knew what to do with. As things stood now, he only had to support a single universe. On top of that, the singular universe he was supporting wasn’t even filled to capacity like much of the top tier quadrants experienced.

In addition to this, there were only about 8-9 more months before the Dark Ocean was completely sealed off, which would cause Dyon’s wealth to reach an unimaginable level. And this was even before phase three was implemented!

Yet, he was asking for 30%!

This was shocking enough already, but Dyon and his Demon Generals knew something Aritzia and the Sapientia did not. While the Sapientia controlled 70% now, who was it that controlled 30%? Was it not Dyon’s very own wife, Clara? If they signed over 30% to Dyon now, it would be the equivalent of handing 60% of the Sapientia Network to the Sacharro Clan! By then, their fates would be sealed.

“This… That’s quite an ask.” Aritzia hollowly chuckled. In any other circumstance, she wouldn’t have even flinched at such a high asking price. Instead, she would smile and laugh, maintaining proper decorum. But, unfortunately, Dyon had thrown her mind out of focus, forcing her into a state where she couldn’t control her own emotions.

“Is it? I don’t think so. I was actually planning on asking for 50% originally.” Dyon responded. “The fact you feel this way only means that you definitely do not understand the value of my knowledge.”

Dyon shrugged. “I don’t blame you. You don’t seem to have much knowledge of what it means to be a Moon Lord at my age.”

Aritzia’s brows twitched, not liking what Dyon was insinuating. “Are you aware of how much the Sapientia Network is worth? Are you aware of why it’s called the Sapientia Network to begin with? Do you believe my clan to be so narcissistic that it would slap its name onto an invention created by Comet Lord Gallagher?”

“Mm.” Dyon nodded. “You’re saying that the Network only has value because the people trust your clan. Except, you’re wrong.

“I guarantee you that neither the Star Clan, the Sprite Clans, nor the Dragon Clans, trust your Sapientia Clan even the smallest bit. In fact, just listing 3 is a bit of an understatement, in my view. Yet, did they not also begin to use your Network?”

Aritzia began to feel like she was losing control of the conversation. It wasn’t in her or her Clan’s best interest that such things became public knowledge. They relied too much on laymen blindly believing in their integrity.

“Let’s leave that alone for a moment. Let me ask you some questions instead.” Dyon smiled. Seeing Aritzia sigh in relief, he knew he had firmly gained the upper hand. “Are you aware of what the celestial deer corner sells? Are you aware of the revenue it generates? Do you believe that we need it?”

Dyon’s words struck Aritzia one after another, leaving her speechless.

“We only sell pills that Sapientia don’t monopolize the market on. Do you really believe that I don’t have superior recipes to pills you already sell? Or is it that you believe we are afraid of a Clan of Librarians?”

Those watching Dyon’s mighty display couldn’t help but intake a sharp breath. Afraid of the Sapientia Clan? How could a Clan capable of breeding a genius like Dyon be afraid of such a thing?

“If I so chose, the Sapientia wouldn’t be able to sell a single pill, weapon, or array to anyone. I could suffocate you to the point of bankruptcy with a single thought.”

Dyon’s words grew more imposing, a calm Presence wafting out from within him as the flickering lights of moon qi slowly rose into existence.

“But,” Dyon’s imposing aura vanished in an instant, “I have no desire to do such a thing. The only reason I began selling pills in celestial corner to begin with was to reaccumulate the Faith my Sacharro Clan has been sorely lacking.

“But now, you’ve come to me, asking for my knowledge. And yet, you have no concept of what that knowledge it worth.

“You tell me, Lady Aritzia Sapientia, how much is everything the Sapientia have built to now worth? How much are your alchemy, formation, and weapon’s master guilds worth?

“Since you’ve decided to piss me off, how much do you think your Sapientia Clan’s place in this martial world is worth?”