Reaper of the Martial World

Book 6: Chapter 215: Jealousy (1)

Dyon spent the next month traveling the core valley, speaking to various geniuses. Of the eleven on the list, he somehow managed to convince them all to join. historical

That said, when he thought about it, it wasn’t too shocking. Who didn’t want a second chance at life?

As individuals from poorer backgrounds, seven of the eleven of them died tragic deaths far too early. Three of them died while searching for opportunities. And one died investigating the world outside of the 100 quadrants.

Their stories almost sounded like rehashed versions of each other, each more depressing than the last. The truth of the matter was that having appropriate backing in the martial world was almost more important than having great talent.

When talented youths appeared from poor backgrounds, it was often just a matter of time before they died at the hands of larger clans they offended while following their martial path. The number of geniuses who died like this were simply innumerable.

Those that didn’t die this way died by taking risks those richer geniuses didn’t have to take. If they didn’t risk their lives entering forbidden regions, how would they make up the gap in their backgrounds?  

Dyon soon found out that they all had titles like the Archer did. Legolas had told Dyon that he earned the title of Prince of Archery. At the time, Dyon think much of it until the other spirits began telling him their own titles. Dyon even found out that his master’s name was also a title ‘White Mother’.

Titles weren’t a new concept to Dyon. For example, others referred to him as God Sacharro. This in itself was a Title.

It turned out that in the Martial World, different Titles came with it various strengths and legacies. The ‘White Mother’ Title was only capable of being bestowed by the Celestial Beast Clans. But, the Title that Legolas and the other spirits had were given to them by the Epistemic Tower.

Dyon didn’t want to think too much about what these Titles meant and what they represented now since the opportunity to earn them were on the celestial floors, something still too far away from him. But, he still noted the Titles of these spirits.

Prince of War, Battle Prince, Princess of the Skies, Flame Prince, Ice Princess, Fist King, Princess of Strategy, Earth Prince, Princess of Beauty, Princess of Melody, and Forging Prince.

From what Dyon could understand, many people could hold a Prince or Princess title. But, the number of Kings was limited, because unlike the Prince and Princess titles which could be earned the moment an expert met the requirements, the King title could only be taken by defeating someone who held the title. This made the Fist King likely the most impressive of them all.

There were still more than one Fist King, but the number was limited to 108, just like every other King level title.

When Dyon heard this, he could help but think back to the Holy Princesses. There were 108 of them too, no? But, they were called Princesses, not Queens…

That aside, Dyon almost laughed when he realized that Princess of Beauty was an actual title. But, when he found out more about it, he felt more respectful of the title. It turned out that it wasn’t only given based on looks, but also based on what Dyon knew as the four Chinese arts. Qin, Qi, Shu and Hua. Essentially, music, strategy, calligraphy and painting. A woman had to excel in all four of these aspects as well as being a world-shattering beauty to earn this title.

‘I’ll definitely ask Master what her real name is when she wakes up next.’ Dyon shook his head. ‘Someone needs to do better with this naming system. Am I supposed to call Fist King, God Fist King since he also passed the God trials? Which is it, is he a God or a King?’

Dyon sighed. The real world was always like this, having confusing naming systems for things as though they didn’t speak to each other before they made their decisions. For example, transcendent treasures, transcendent stones, and just being a transcendent. Each of these things had drastically different definitions, it was almost irritating.

It didn’t matter too much, though. Some titles superseded others, so when referring to someone, you would use their most prominent Title.

For example, being Fist King was far more impressive than being a God of the tower. This was because you were Fist King wherever you went, but only a God in the Epistemic Tower. The Title of Fist King was recognized no matter where you were, while the Title of God was only important to those who lived in places with the Epistemic Tower.

This made sense. After all, the Title of God was based on potential, while the Title of Fist King referred to current strengths. Would you be more afraid of a baby with terrifying talent? Or a current dao formation expert? The answer was obvious.

‘Should I check on Ri and Clara?’ Dyon shook his head. ‘They were doing just fine, they don’t need my help.’

Ri had been resonating with her inheritance for two months now, she should be finishing soon. In fact, the valley would close in just a few days. There was no doubt that Chrysanthemum was angered beyond belief, but why should Dyon care?

‘Let’s go see what those Soul Rending Peak disciples are up to.’