C1006 The Slave Market

The burly man was walking familiarly through the Slave Market. He knew exactly where he was, and he and the owner of their inn were actually one of the sources of the slave trade here.

Whenever someone with a weak presence appeared, the waiter would trick them into their inn. Then, they would take over the rest of the business, and then after a series of operations, they would sell the person to the Slave Market.

It could be said that the Slave Market was created to satisfy the needs of some noble people. No one knew who opened the Slave Market, and no one knew when it began.

It was as if the Slave Market had already appeared here since the day Heavenly Star City existed. Many people enjoyed the convenience brought by the Slave Market, but there were also many people who rejected the existence of the Slave Market. They felt that such an existence was too anti-human, so they wanted to destroy it.

However, every time such a righteous person appeared, he wanted to do something to the Slave Market, but before he could even take the first step, these people had already disappeared in the dark. No one knew where they had gone to, but there were a few slaves with different appearances in the Slave Market.

From then on, no one dared to have any thoughts about the Slave Market. It had to be known that even the City Lord of Heavenly Star City did not dare to touch the Slave Market. As a result, the origin of the Slave Market was even more astonishing and mysterious.

Many people would ask if those who bought them were not afraid that the slaves would eat their owners after they bought them. This question had been raised long ago, but in the end no one cared about it.

Because any slave who came out of the Slave Market would be marked with a slave's mark. This mark was not simply a tattoo, but in fact a kind of restriction that guaranteed the master-servant relationship between the slave and the purchaser.

With the seal in place, the slaves could not harm their masters, and through the seal, the masters could control the slaves.

Among these slaves, most of them were men with strong bodies. Some of them were cultivators, so these cultivators were naturally more popular.

Because the Heavenly Star City not only had the Slave Market, but also the Arena, which was the hottest place in the Heavenly Star City.

Many people would go to the Arena to participate in the gambling. In the past, it had been a place for cultivators to settle their grudges, but no one knew who started it, but it had now become like this, allowing the slaves to fight while the owners of the slaves gambled on funds below the stage.

Although the slaves didn't want to sacrifice themselves in the arena, they had no other choice under the restrictions of the mark. Furthermore, there were some rules in the Arena. When a slave was undefeated for a hundred battles, he would be able to regain his freedom. Therefore, many slaves hoped that they could participate in the Arena.

But there had not been a single slave who had been able to regain his freedom.

Because of the existence of the Arena, the slaves of cultivators were naturally more popular, and their prices were correspondingly higher.

The ones who were inferior to the cultivators were the young and strong men. These people could still be used as coolies, and could even be used as guards when they had nothing to do.

The young women were even better than these strong men. They were so pitiful, that once they were bought by the buyers, they would be reduced to playthings, and even if they were treated unfairly, no one would care about them. There was only one reason, and that was because they were slaves.

Soon, the burly man arrived at a corner of the Slave Market with a sack on his back. There was an old man in a black robe sitting quietly here. If one didn't look carefully, very few people would notice that there was someone here. They would only think that it was a statue, as if it was one with the environment.

The arrival of the strong man had aroused the old man's response, and the man's face was raised slightly by the brim of his hat. From the darkness, one could see a pair of eyes that chilled one's heart, and two cold gazes were cast out of them.

The strong man and the old man looked at each other, and their bodies couldn't help but tremble. He knew very well who this person in front of him was. If the Slave Market was an existence that could not be provoked in Heavenly Star City, then this old man was an existence that could not be provoked in the Slave Market.

"Here it comes," said the old man, in a hoarse voice, as if he were talking to a strong man or to himself.

"Here he is. This time, he's bringing a young man." The strong man nodded his head and then put the gunny sack in front of the old man.

The old man didn't say anything but nodded. Then he took a bag of money from behind him and threw it over, and the big man took the bag and weighed it. He knew how much money there was in it, and his face lit up.

"Thank you. Then I'll leave first." The strong man was also straightforward. He took the money and left right away.

The old man did not stop the strong man from leaving. He slowly stood up and dragged the gunny sack on the ground into the tent behind him.

There was a candle burning in the tent, and although it was not dark, there were two rows of cages on either side of the tent, and in the cages lay a few people, new slaves, who had the mark of a slave on their chests and were in a state of deep sleep.

The old man came to the tent and slowly opened the sack on the ground. Because of the drug, Qing Feng was still unconscious.

The old man looked at Qing Feng's face seriously and confirmed that he was not the son of a big shot in Heavenly Star City. Someone had sold the son of a big shot to the Slave Market, causing the big shot to have a fight with the Slave Market.

Of course, the final result would not be that the Slave Market would suffer a loss, but the Slave Market had been more careful since then, to avoid such a mistake again, so they would check again when collecting the slaves.

The old man nodded slightly when he realized that Qing Feng wasn't the son of a great man, and then a withered arm stretched out from under the black robe.

He reached for Qing Feng's shoulder. He was not trying to mark Qing Feng with a slave mark, he was checking Qing Feng's body to see if he had the potential to become a cultivator.

"Buzz ~"

A wave of turbid energy entered Qingfeng's body through the old man's withered arm and traveled through his limbs and bones.

According to the old man's senses, Qing Feng was just an ordinary person. However, his physical fitness was extremely high and could be sold for a good price.

Just when the old man was about to retract his arm.

"This is?"

The old man seemed to have noticed something, and his calm face suddenly changed dramatically. He even exclaimed, and his eyes were filled with surprise.