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.
Finally, the topics that Dyon wanted to get into started to be spoken about.
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."
Erea Niveus looked toward Dyon. Her features were just as calm as usual as she spoke, her white hair falling gently to her shoulders. Although in the past she could have been a beauty that didn't lose out to Dyon's wives, years of toil had taken their toll on her. Even her cultivation had suffered.
She knew quite well that Dyon could see through her actions. Establishing the Yin-Yang Guild behind Dyon's back to circumvent the rules against the formation of Sects was a slap to his face. She had already expected to incite his ire, yet, Dyon ignored the situation for half a year already. Whether it was his intention or not, she felt like she was walking on pins and needles.
In fact, she wasn't alone. Numerous small factions and clans formed organizations like this. For example, the Big Sects that once gave Dyon problems back at Focus Academy once more banded together. Although they didn't name their faction like Erea did, they had all built their clan lands near one another. Only a fool wouldn't be able to see through this in a single glance. Erea believed that since so many had done this, that it would be impossible for Dyon to police it all.
While others created these alliances for the sake of survival in a new environment, Erea did so because she couldn't bring herself to watch the Niveus Sect crumble in her hands.
While Dyon out making a name for himself in the martial world, Erea was struggling to keep what remained of the Niveus Sect together. With Matriarch Niveus dead and her elder sister gone, the burden fell on her shoulders. Yet, even after suffering through more than 30 years of hardship, Dyon suddenly swooped in and banned the creation of new Sects. How could she simply silently swallow such a thing?
The Niveus Sect was meant to be a haven for women who were often treated as nothing more than property in the martial world. Erea believed in this core principle, so she couldn't bring herself to stop. This was as good as an opportunity as any to bring Dyon to a heel.
In truth, she wasn't entirely wrong either. Even the oldest graduates of the academies were only 19 years old. After they had learned all the academy was willing to teach them, what were they supposed to do?
Without a Sect willing to accept them, they had no place to go. Many of them would become fed up with the lives they were living, and that would slowly breed animosity toward Dyon. They'd all believe that he was an elitist that couldn't be bothered to deal with normal individuals like them. Unless they were outstanding geniuses, they had no use to him, so he tossed them aside.
