vncnus Chapter 61 Black Market Ordinary Alliance
Chapter 61 Black Market Ordinary Alliance
"I'm here to buy people," Dai Youheng said succinctly, his voice flat and without inflection.
"Oh? We have quite a few slaves here. What specific requirements do you have, sir?" The merchant asked with a knowing glint in his eyes.
"Age: between twenty and forty. Must be a Soul Master, the higher the level the better, and most importantly, must have sufficient practical combat experience," Dai Youheng stated his requirements. He didn't need an empty vessel with high rank, but a real warrior who could fight and had seen blood.
Upon hearing this, the merchant twitched his mustache and gave a knowing smile, but then rubbed his hands together. "Sir, your requirements are quite high. A Soul Master with the cultivation level and an experienced fighter—that won't be cheap."
"Money is not a problem," Dai Youheng said calmly. "As long as the goods meet my requirements."
As he spoke, he took out a Gold Soul Coin Card, a card that could only be obtained by storing at least one million Gold Soul Coins.
Although he bought nearly nine million worth of items at Jubao Pavilion back then, he still has more than three million gold soul coins on him now.
The merchant's eyes lit up the moment he saw the Gold Soul Coin card. His smile instantly became incredibly warm and obsequious, and he practically bowed. "No problem, absolutely no problem! You're such a straightforward person, esteemed guest! We in the Ordinary Alliance may not be able to guarantee much else, but we certainly have a plentiful supply of high-quality goods! Please come with me to the inner hall and have a seat. I'll immediately bring you a list of goods and images that meet your requirements. I guarantee you'll be satisfied!"
Dai Youheng nodded and followed the merchant into the inner hall. He sneered inwardly; the power of money was indeed most direct and effective in places like this. He had already used up the nine million gold soul coins he'd earned from looting, but the money he'd won from Dai Huabin and the huge sum he'd obtained through "robbing the rich to help the poor" were now coming in handy.
Soon, the shrewd merchant from the Ordinary Alliance returned, followed by two assistants carrying a sturdy wooden box. The box was filled with thick files and record crystals.
"Distinguished guest, all the information you requested is here." The merchant smiled and gestured for his assistant to place the boxes on the table in front of Dai Youheng. "These are all items that currently meet your requirements: individuals aged twenty to forty, possessing Soul Master cultivation, and marked as having practical combat experience. Please take your time to look through them, and if you find anything you like, please let me know."
Dai Youheng nodded slightly and casually picked up the top file and opened it.
The Ordinary Alliance is indeed meticulous in its work. Each document is accompanied by a clear photograph or a recording of the crystal's storage, detailing the slave's name, age, gender, martial spirit, soul power level, soul ring configuration, as well as a brief explanation of their origin and a characteristic assessment.
He flipped through the pages quickly, his sharp eyes scanning each entry. The origins of most slaves were obscured, simply stated as "captured in war," "collateral for debt," or "reliable source." He wasn't interested in these details; he only cared about their combat capabilities and current condition.
After filtering through several, they were either too low-level, had average martial soul potential, or were noted in the evaluation as having a timid personality or being plagued by injuries.
His fingers paused slightly when he turned to file number thirty-seven.
The man in the photo appears to be around thirty years old, with a sharply defined face, and his eyes, even in a still image, convey a sense of untamed arrogance and a deep-seated melancholy. The information states:
【Lingya】
Sex: Male
Age: 30 years old
Martial Soul: Ice Feather Eagle
Soul Power Level: Level 42, Power Attack Type Battle Soul Master
Soul Ring Configuration: Yellow, Yellow, Purple, Purple
Note: Level 4 Soul Master
Assessment: Fierce fighting style, rich combat experience, and a good combination of Soul Master and Soul Instructor abilities.
Warning: The hatred is extremely strong, especially towards the aristocratic class, and must be strictly controlled.
"Soul Master cultivation, Level 4 Soul Master, Ice Attribute Soul Master." A hint of interest flashed in Dai Youheng's eyes. A Soul Master who also cultivates Soul Tools and has reached Level 4 is quite a talent for his age.
Although his level 42 soul power indicated that his cultivation talent wasn't top-tier, this precisely suited Dai Youheng's needs. He didn't need talent; he only needed a vessel that could bear power and had sufficient combat experience. The comment about "extremely strong hatred" actually became a potential advantage in his eyes.
There's also the Ice Feather Eagle Martial Soul, whose ice attribute is a perfect match for Dai Youheng's first Soul Skill.
Although he can now directly elevate someone to the title of Douluo, they are only at the initial level of level 90, and their combat power is limited.
But what about a level 90 Title Douluo with the ultimate attribute? The Ice Feather Eagle Martial Soul is originally ice-attribute. If it consumes its first soul skill, Snow Soul Ice Condensation Pill, it can control the ultimate ice better than other attributes.
A level 90 Ice Attribute Title Douluo with ultimate ice power can unleash combat strength that may approach that of a Super Douluo.
Ordinary titled Douluo are nothing special, but Super Douluo are considered high-end combat power anywhere.
Yan Shaozhe, the dean of Shrek Academy, is only at level 95, just reaching the threshold of Super Douluo.
He tapped the file with his finger and looked at the merchant beside him. "A Soul Master and a Level 4 Soul Master, such a versatile talent is rare even here, isn't it? How did he end up in your hands?" Dai Youheng asked casually.
The merchant's habitual smile froze for a moment, then he chuckled and said, "You flatter me, esteemed guest. Our Ordinary Alliance values reputation above all else. We keep the exact source of our goods strictly confidential, which is to protect the rights of sellers. You only need to know that the source of the goods is absolutely clean, the procedures are complete, and it will not cause you any subsequent trouble."
Dai Youheng nodded knowingly and didn't press the matter further. He understood the rules of the black market, and asking more questions would be pointless.
"Take me to see this cliff," he said, putting down the file.
"Alright, this way please!" The merchant immediately bowed and led the way.
After passing through several heavily guarded and oppressive corridors, they arrived at the area where slaves were imprisoned.
A faint musty smell mixed with the odor of disinfectant filled the air. Rows of specially made metal cages stood side by side, holding all sorts of people, most with numb or fearful eyes.
The merchant stopped in front of a cage in a corner. "Honored guest, this is Lingya."
Dai Youheng looked over. He saw a man dressed in tattered gray linen clothes sitting huddled in the corner of the cage, his hands and feet shackled with heavy chains on them, with faint runes flashing on them, clearly used to seal his soul power.
Even in such dire straits, his back remained ramrod straight. Hearing the noise, he abruptly raised his head, his hawk-like eyes instantly flashing with undisguised, almost tangible hatred and ferocity, fixed on Dai Youheng, or rather, on the aristocratic status represented by Dai Youheng's obviously expensive clothes.
"Interesting..." Dai Youheng thought to himself, "This hatred doesn't seem to be feigned."
"Boss," Dai Youheng said to the businessman, turning her head, "please prepare a quiet room. I'd like to speak with him alone."
"Of course, of course, it's the customer's right to know about the goods." The merchant nodded repeatedly and immediately ordered his men, "Quickly, take the goods to meeting room number three!"
Soon, Ling Ya, cage and all, was moved into a small but relatively clean room. The merchants and the others left, leaving only Dai Youheng and Ling Ya, who was trapped in the cage like a caged beast, in the room.
Dai Youheng calmly sat down in the only chair in the room, looking back at those bloodshot and hateful eyes.