1389 Dread
The faces of the elders reddened with shame as Melisende tried her best to hold back her laughter.
“See, Junior, isn’t daddy very cool?” Madeleine coaxed the small baby. Since the little guy was essentially a younger Dyon, they decided to give him Dyon’s name. For simplicities sake, they settled on calling him Junior.
Madeleine’s words only made the elders more embarrassed. There really was nothing they could say. Dyon’s background was more robust and he had reason on his side. The fact he hadn’t killed them really was giving them enough face already.
The black robed man sighed and stepped forward to take Blythe and Wilder away.
“There’s no rush.” Dyon suddenly said. “I happen to have Meridian Restoration pills from my Clan. The real reason I kept them alive isn’t because I’m nice, but rather because this was a good opportunity to extort you all, don’t you think?”
Dyon blunt words made these elders not to know whether to laugh or cry, but they still felt excited. Was he really telling the truth?
The black robed master had just been preparing to bring these two back quickly in hopes their masters could help them get such a pill, but it was far better if he could buy them from Dyon…
Coughing awkwardly, he cleared his throat. “Might I ask was percentage purity these pills are?”
Dyon smiled. “80%!”
“8% you say?… That’s not too good, but it isn’t the worst either… Wait what?!”
Dyon’s hand waved, causing the Golden Crow Sect inner disciples to appear.
“I can sell one for each one of them as well.” Dyon turned his attention toward the Golden Crow Sect. “However, you’ll have to pay double whatever he pays.”
The faces of the three Golden Crow Sect elders turned a sickly liver color, but they didn’t dare refute. After all, while Blythe and Wilder had a chance to receive a pill even without Dyon, they didn’t dare be confident that their Moon Lord could replicate this feat even though they did in fact have one. The wealth of the Sapientia Guilds was on another level compared to them.
“Master, don’t let him exploit you! I’d rather die!” Wilder’s animalistic voice rang through the darkness of space, rage clear in his eyes. He still wasn’t willing to forgive Dyon. “He killed Junior Sister –”
“Ah, you mean the girl I killed because she schemed to steal my beast companions?”
Suddenly, yet another image appeared, showing Wilder’s so-called Junior Sister scheming to steal the beast babies at their lowest point.
“I’ve changed my mind. Everyone pays double except for Blythe. If you’re confident in finding 80% pure Meridian Restoration Pills elsewhere, then you don’t have to be here.” Dyon said absentmindedly. It was as though he didn’t care about the proceedings at all.
Wilder’s features turned green with rage. It was clear he never cared about this Junior Sister of his at all, he just wanted to poke a hole in Dyon’s logic, only for him to fail miserably. Now, the price of his pill had doubled.
Still, Wilder was no fool. He knew the rarity of these pills.
“Alright. 100 enigmatic stones for her, so 200 for the rest of you.” Dyon said lazily.
The truth was that Dyon hadn’t even spent a single dao stone on the ingredients. For one, he simply found what he needed within the mystical world. And secondly, he was able to use immature spiritual ingredients due to the abilities of the Battle Cauldron. So, the price of production was significantly lower than normal.
However, Dyon’s price was dozens of times higher than normal Meridian Restoration Pills. When the elders heard his price, they almost fainted in anger.
“Young Hero, please be a little more reasonable. A normal pill is normally just a few hundred thousand transcendent stones, even for one that 30% effective. But you’re asking for 100 000 000 transcendent stones?”
Dyon shrugged. “Do I look like I’m in need of money?”
Dyon’s pointed question stunned the black robed master, but the answer was obvious. How could a mere celestial riding a supreme grade yacht be in need of money? That meant Dyon was only making them pay for one reason: to teach them a lesson!
After so many years in seclusion, it seemed that many thought they could take Dyon lightly… This time, he would make them pay. But, if there was a next time… he’d directly kill whoever was responsible!
Plus, thinking about it from another angle, pill prices didn’t increase linearly with purity. A 90% pure pill was sometimes 10 or even a 100 times more expensive than an 80% pure pill. For a pill like the Meridian Restoration Pill where purity was highly important, this pricing difference would be even more exaggerated.
In the end, the elders scrounged up their funds. In some cases, they only had a few hundred enigmatic stones total to their names. They couldn’t even bear to use them to buy things and strictly used them to cultivate, but here they were squandering their funds.
In the end, 1300 enigmatic stones selling 7 pills.
Finally, the Golden Crow Sect Elders couldn’t take it anymore and finally asked the question they were begging to ask. From the very beginning, they had been sitting on hooks, their hearts leaping into their throats and refusing to vanish. In the end, they could only finally muster up the courage to ask this, dreading what answer would be waiting for them on the other end.
“True God Sacharro, could it be that you have our God Goldeen with you?”
However, Dyon’s response was an odd expression. “Could it be that you haven’t checked the Sapientia News Network recently?”
Dyon shook his head, drifting away with Madeleine and Melisende by his side. He sent one glance back toward the three Sects’ elders.
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With those final words, Dyon shot off into the distance.