Dyon didn't buy it for one moment. He felt that they'd react just like everyone else when their pockets were on the line.
It was for this reason that Dyon came here in the first place. In truth, if he wanted the ingredients he asked for, he could have just asked Eli for them considering his Master Grade garden was already doing very well.
'Instead, I'll fill the markets they can't fill… At least then, it'll be more difficult for them to antagonize me in the short run… Money isn't an issue for now, but it could very well be soon.'
The money Clara's efforts were bringing in was definitely more than Dyon could spend in a short time, even while promising so many benefits to those of the Soul Rend Quadrant. However, that was only a single universe and it didn't include the expense Dyon would incur once the soul slaves woke up either.
According to Dyon's estimates, even with so many funds coming in, supporting ten universes at this rate was its absolute upper limit. However, that was a projection that only took into account foundation stage, meridian formation, and essence gathering experts.
If Dyon wanted to support realms above that station in large quantities, he could support maybe two universes if he pushed it to the absolute limits as long as dao formation experts weren't calculated for.
There was a reason the celestial floors of the tower were so important. Progressing through the celestial realm was so difficult that one had to put their lives on the line to have a chance. However, Dyon didn't believe this path was most efficient.
Large sects and clans could afford to baby their best geniuses even up to the peak celestial realm before having them seek benefits of their own. Dyon's dream was to not only match this, but exceed it…
It was possible because he had a view of array alchemy those sects and clans didn't have. But, he was severely lacking in the funds in comparison to do so.
'Hm…' Dyon walked around and pretended to look when in reality, his divine sense was spread through hundreds of towers, picking out the details of each.
'Although my energy condensing pills are far better, there's no need to step on their toes. There seems to be a severe lack of any meridian cleansing pills of any kind… Good, that'll be the first product.
'Their healing pills for the body are decent enough, but there's a failure when it comes to the soul. I can fill that niche…
'There doesn't seem to be any comprehension boosting pills, I can add that to the list… I'll have to keep it fairly low level though…
'They have combat boosting pills… I could create the equivalent for soul path cultivators… It would be a great help for key moments in pills concoction if you're about to hit a wall…
'Wow… They don't have a single constitution gifting pill… It seems I really lost out on my Queen Fairy Pill… I'll definitely need to keep on the amount of constitutions I sell…'
Dyon continued to think to himself quietly, coming up with more than 20 market niches he could fill. The array alchemy knowledge here was simply too pitiful. Or, rather, the [Dao of Array Alchemy] was simply too good.
'Oh, she's back.' Dyon turned up to see Amy rushing down the stairs with a ticket etched with an array in hand.
"S-sorry it took so long." Amy said breathlessly.
Dyon couldn't help but laugh. She really must have been sprinting with all she had for a saint to be out of breath. Was he really that scary?
"You're right on time, it's no problem. How do I pay?"
"It's really easy. Just use your Sapientia Bank card to touch this ticket and it will manifest a spatial ring with your things in it."
Dyon nodded, taking out a card gleaming in violets, blues and soft pinks.
Amy's eyes widened along with the still leeching group of young geniuses. "T-t-t-that c-card…"
Before Amy could even properly ask, a crying voice sounded off within the store.
"Elder, that's him! That cruel man! H-h-he… Wu-wu-wu." Brea burst into tears, unable to hold back anymore.
(I've always wanted to use "wu-wu" as a replacement for crying. Today it my day! HA!)
...
Dyon gave the newcomers a glance before pressed his card against the ticket.
A small flash of light sounded as the violet, blue and pink card dimmed slightly. An instant later, the ticket disappeared into motes of light, replaced by low level spatial ring.
Usually, spatial rings had an inability to house living things. This, of course, included various spiritual plants. However, this issue could be overcome with special vessels used for storing and preserving such items.
It was actually quite extravagant to use such a thing every time a person purchased something, but the tower could afford it as long as the bill was above a certain price. Dyon just managed to reach the threshold for the lowest level.
Dyon allowed the spatial ring to fall into his palm. "Thank you for the help Amy. Next time I come I'll be sure to look for you."
Before she could react, Dyon lightly pressed the very same card against her employee badge, signifying that their transaction was over. He did her one last favor by drawing a clear line between them so she wouldn't have to be involved in what was to come.
"Ah… Thank you!" Amy quickly bowed.
Dyon smiled and nodded, bidding her farewell before turning toward the exit. Unfortunately, it seemed that these newcomers were hell-bent on blocking his path.
From what Dyon could see, there were four. One was the tall lady that left with Brea, Brea herself, a young man wearing white robes, and an older middle-aged woman wearing black robes.
However, the robes of the latter two were very different from what Dyon was used to seeing. Usually, rank was decided by the color and number of bands on your sleeves, while the color denoted which secondary profession you had mastery of.
The fact that the middle-aged woman was wearing black robes meant that she was a Beast Master. What was more intriguing though was the fact the white robes of the young man meant that he had reached at least a Master level of proficiency in not one, but at least two professions!
Still, that wasn't the most poignant point. The both of them had not a single band on their sleeves… Instead, there was an illusory sheen that hovered just a few centimeters above their robes… It painted a scene of shooting star crossing the night sky.
It was a beautiful scene that could entrance anyone seeing it for the first time. However, the most important part was that this was a scene that could only be seen when meeting a comet grade expert!
The middle-aged woman looked toward Dyon with a frown clear on her features. She wasn't entirely sure how to handle this situation. Normally, rules set by their Beast Protection Association, or BPA for short, could only be enforced on the weak. However, that was the description furthest from the reality of this young man. She felt uncomfortable just meeting his eyes. As though she was meeting an Emperor with worries far exceeding her…
Truth be told, the BPA was formed to appease warring beast states. Although one might tend to neglect Earth and Heaven Grade beasts, the truth was that they too could gain intelligence to match humans.
