Ancestral Wealth Inheritance System
Chapter 512 - 512: Yours Sincerely, the Godly Tyrant of Culture, Ma Yun

"Soral, Hal, I should have treated you both fairly well, right? Why did you betray me?" Tiram looked at them with a puzzled expression.

"Mr. Tiram, our relationship is just a contractual one. There's no such thing as betrayal," the two martial artists said without a hint of guilt, "and we've already paid the termination fee in full. This gentleman offered us a contract worth ten trillion Mola coins a year. It's a price we couldn't refuse."

"Ten trillion Mola coins a year?" Upon hearing this figure, even Tiram felt a shiver. That was equivalent to 400 billion Mola coins, enough to buy a level 2 Divine Ability User outright. Who would hire bodyguards at such a price? Do they have too much money or are they out of their mind?

"However, Mr. Tiram, rest assured, we have our professional ethics. Even though we terminated the contract, we won't harm you. Our boss merely wants to discuss a business deal with you."

"Your boss?" At this time, Tiram's gaze fell on Fang Jueyu. He breathed a slight sigh of relief; at first, he thought Fang Jueyu had come to cause trouble.

Tiram's real boss never personally handled the sale of slaves, so if those slaves' kin came for revenge, it would inevitably be Tiram they sought. Initially, he thought Fang Jueyu was here to avenge his people, but now it seemed that wasn't the case.

"So, it's a business discussion," Tiram sat back down, and a massage sofa made from some unknown creature's skin slid gently behind Fang Jueyu, "Please, have a seat, dear guest."

Fang Jueyu sat down, surprised at the sofa's unusual comfort, which eased his muscles with a gentle vibration.

"May I ask how to address you, dear guest?" Tiram usually wouldn't display such respect and courtesy to ordinary customers. However, now that his bodyguards had switched sides, and Fang Jueyu's fists were far tougher, he naturally couldn't adopt a condescending attitude.

Furthermore, anyone who effortlessly spent ten trillion Mola coins surely had significant backing, and neither Tiram nor his boss could afford to offend such a person.

"Host, do not use your real name. In a black market like this, try not to disclose your true identity," Xiao Yi reminded him.

Although Fang Jueyu did not yet have Cosmic Federation citizenship, it was best to be cautious in such places.

"Understood," Fang Jueyu's face flashed a mischievous smile.

"My name is Ma Yun, from the God-level Civilization."

"What a domineering name," though not knowing exactly what the words meant, the name had an imposing sound to it. As for this God-level Civilization, Tiram hadn't heard of it, but it should be a powerful level 4 civilization or higher, right?

"Mr. Ma, since you came to discuss business, you should have brought sincerity. Why did you buy off my bodyguards in this manner?" Tiram was puzzled. The business had yet to be conducted and he was already offended. Were there really people who did business this way?

"Heh heh heh, to be honest with you, Mr. Tiram, I'm naturally timid. This time I came to the Molar Civilization without my bodyguards, and meeting you alone for a business discussion always felt lacking in security."

Tiram's mouth twitched, so because of a lack of security, he directly bought the bodyguards? What kind of operation was this?

But it showed that this strange young man's financial strength was not to be underestimated.

"Since Mr. Ma is here for business, let's get back to the main point. Since you found me, Tiram, you must know what business I'm in."

"Of course, this time I'm looking for Mr. Tiram to buy a batch of slaves."

"A batch?" Tiram's eyes lit up, "I wonder what kind of slaves Mr. Ma is looking for. Not to brag, but there's no bigger slave trader than me, not just in this black market, but on the entire Molar home planet."

"I need a batch of Divine-level slaves. Does Mr. Tiram have any for sale?" Fang Jueyu asked directly.

"That's indeed a big deal!" Tiram's spirits lifted upon hearing those words. Although the business with Divine-level beings was tough, the profits were the largest. Even the weakest Divine-level beings fetched over 10 billion Cosmic coins.

Cosmic slave trading was almost a business without capital. Apart from the high cost of slave controllers, Tiram's boss could earn about 50 billion Cosmic coins, and Tiram himself could make a few billion Cosmic coins.

"Mr. Ma, you came to the right place," Tiram gestured in mid-air, and a holographic screen slid right in front of Fang Jueyu.

"Mr. Ma, there's a vast difference in ability among different cosmic races, and the prices vary significantly. You may browse and select; this is all the Divine-level slave information I have in stock."

"Oh?" Fang Jueyu was genuinely curious about these bizarre races.

He casually clicked on a species' information.

The first page detailed a slave from the Wind Demon Clan, known for their slender physiques and light blue-tinted skin, with razor-sharp external bones on their elbows and knees, a race exceptionally skilled in combat.

"Host, the Wind Demon Clan is a highly renowned race, with their presence in many regions of the cosmos. Their combat prowess is formidable, and every adult member possesses peak Source Energy User strength."

"We work ourselves to the bone to cultivate a few Source Energy Users, yet they mature as peak Source Energy Users? Truly, God's favorites!"

"It's nothing strange. Some powerful races are born with Controller-level strength, and those races are incredibly formidable!"

"The prices are indeed steep!" Fang Jueyu glanced, noting first-degree Divine-level priced at 1.2 trillion Mola coins, second-degree at 2.5 trillion, third-degree at 5 trillion, fourth-degree at 12 trillion, and a seventh-degree skyrocketed to 120 trillion Mola coins!

"Host, the price is worth it! Wind Demon warriors can surpass one or two minor realms against most other races. You should buy them all! Even if they're unnecessary later, leaving them on Earth to protect its safety would still be possible."

"Only 68? So few?" Fang Jueyu remarked, "Mr. Tiram, I want all 68 Wind Demon slaves."

"All of them?" Tiram felt he was almost turning into a broken record today. Mr. Ma Yun's words shocked him, and he had to confirm again.

"I'll also take all 36 Scythe Weasel Clan members."

"And the 102 White Feather Clan slaves."

"I'll take those too!"

"Take everything!"

Fang Jueyu swiped through the pages, finding Tiram had a significant number of cosmic slaves, with rather high quality, though the quantity didn't seem to meet Fang Jue's requirements.

Fang Jueyu's two bodyguards and Tiram were almost dumbfounded. Most people who came to the slave market bought cosmic slaves for servants or bodyguards. But this Mr. Ma Yun from the God-level Civilization seemed like he came to make a wholesale purchase!

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