Longing for Freedom

"Honorable guest!" The purple-skinned manager swiped his finger, and a large number of virtual projections of slaves immediately appeared in front of Yang Wu: "The slaves here are absolutely the most reasonably priced and diverse on Qiu Long Planet. If you purchase enough quantities, we will also give you a significant discount!"

The virtual projection in front of Yang Wu displayed detailed information on countless slaves, including their appearance, height, strength, race, selling price, and other detailed information.

Among them, Stellar Level One martial artist is priced at 1 million Black Dragon Coin, a fourth-tier martial artist at 40 million, a seventh-tier martial artist at 500 million, an eighth-tier martial artist at 2 billion, and a ninth-tier martial artist at 5 billion. The price of Spiritual Master slave is three times that of a martial artist of the same level.

These are the normal price levels. However, prices may fluctuate in special circumstances.

Yang Wu flipped through the data on the virtual projection and suddenly asked, "I see that most of these Star Level slaves are between 4,000 and 7,000 years old. I wonder if there are any older slaves for sale?"

The person in charge was slightly surprised upon hearing this.

He hadn't expected that the visitor intended to buy older slaves.

Generally speaking, Star Level slaves sold at normal prices on the slave market are between 4,000 and 8,000 years old. Slaves in this age range have generally lost their value for further training.

However, as they age, their combat experience also increases. Therefore, the prices of these slaves do not differ too much, and most are at normal prices.

As for Star Level slaves under 3,000 years old, they can be considered quite elite slaves. Such slaves have considerable room for growth, and the younger they are, the higher their price. As soon as such slaves appear, they are quickly snapped up by various families and forces.

As for slaves over 8,000 years old, they were considered low-level slaves.

Star Level slaves have a lifespan of only 10,000 years. Generally speaking, slaves over 8,000 years old have almost all lost their ambition, and their strength will no longer increase with age.

Moreover, these people are nearing the end of their lives and don't care much about their masters' orders, so such slaves are very difficult to sell, and their price decreases as they get older.

However, adhering to the principle that "the customer is the god," the person in charge of the slave Mall who was entertaining Yang Wu still waved his hands and brought up projections of many slaves over 8,000 years old.

At this time, most of the slaves on the projection were at the eighth or ninth level of the Star Level; there were very few at the Fifth Order or sixth level; and there were none at the first or second level.

That makes sense, slaves are expendable resources; those with weak strength simply cannot live past 8,000 years old.

Yang Wu was very happy to see the price of these 'old' Star Level slaves.

In the cosmic concept of time spanning thousands or tens of thousands of years, the time of Earth's development is far too short. Even now, Yang Wu and Luo Feng are only in their twenties, and Hong and Thunder God are not even over a hundred years old.

The strength of Yang Wu and his three companions can all be rapidly improved in a short period of time, so there is no need for them to purchase expensive 'young' slaves at present.

The cheaper 'older' slaves were actually Yang Wu's best choice.

Ultimately, Yang Wu selected numerous Star Level slaves who were over 9,500 years old.

These slaves were priced significantly lower than normal slaves of the same rank.

However, a ninth-tier Star Level is still a ninth-tier Star Level. Even if it's aged, it can't be priced like cabbage. Otherwise, slave traders would rather have their goods stuck with them.

Therefore, the price of these 'older' slaves is about one-fifth of the price of normal slaves of the same level.

Yang Wu spent 20 billion Black Dragon Coin to successfully purchase 10 ninth-tier Star Level- level martial artists and 25 eighth-tier Star Level- level martial artists.

Big business!

The person in charge had given up hope when he saw that Yang Wu specifically chose older slaves. Unexpectedly, Yang Wu gave him a big surprise by buying so many at once.

In particular, the slaves Yang Wu purchased were all nearing the end of their lifespans. In normal years, these slaves would have been very difficult to sell, and many would have ended up fending for themselves within the organization.

Therefore, Yang Wu's deal can be considered the most profitable deal the Divine Fire Hall organization has made on Qiu Long Planet in more than ten years.

He asked excitedly, "Sir, is there anything else you need?"

Yang Wu smiled and asked, "What kind of discount can you give me for this deal?"

"A 9.5% discount, that's absolutely the biggest discount ever!" the manager said respectfully. "The total price of the slaves you purchased was 20 billion Black Dragon Coin, and after the discount, it's 19 billion Black Dragon Coin."

"Sure!" Yang Wu nodded and continued, "Give me another 100 Stellar Level One martial artists and 1,000 Planetary Level Nine Spiritual Master."

The manager hurriedly said with a smile, "Sir, 9.5% is already the maximum discount; we really can't give away that many!"

Yang Wu looked at the other person and said, "Stellar Level One and Planetary Level Nine aren't worth much, so why can't I give them away? Besides, I won't mind if they're a bit older."

Stellar Level One martial artist costs 1 million Black Dragon Coin, Planetary Level Nine Spiritual Master costs 100,000 Black Dragon Coin. All together, that's only 200 million Black Dragon Coin.

Compared to a business worth 19 billion, it's just a drop in the ocean.

"Sir, I really can't do anything with you, I agree!"

Seeing Yang Wu's resolute attitude, the person in charge had no choice but to reluctantly agree to Yang Wu's conditions.

Although his face looked as if his parents had died, he was incredibly happy inside.

Because he sold the organization's most difficult-to-sell 'old' slaves! This achievement alone is enough to earn him a large reward.

After Yang Wu paid the deposit, the person in charge was all smiles. "Sir, please rest assured, we will be able to assemble the slaves immediately!"

Yang Wu had very specific requirements for slaves. Age was one aspect, but height and appearance also had to resemble those of Earthling. Therefore, slave traders could only select from certain specific races.

Even though the Divine Fire Hall is the largest slave organization in the Black Dragon Mountain Star Area, it cannot find so many slaves on Qiu Long Planet that meet Yang Wu's criteria.

Fortunately, there are many slave organizations on Qiu Long Planet, making it relatively easy to exchange goods among them.

About half an hour later, the purple-skinned manager led a middle-aged man who was obese but only about 1.6 meters tall into the reception room. Behind the middle-aged man were two bodyguards with extremely imposing auras.

"Respected Mr. Yang Wu, this is our Mall's manager. He is in charge of all our business on Qiu Long Planet!" the manager introduced respectfully.

"Master, the middle-aged man is a ninth-level Star Level- level martial artist. His two bodyguards are a Cosmic Level Third Order and a Universe Level Fourth Rank." Chi Yan's voice rang in Yang Wu's mind.

"Universe Level powerhouse!"

This was the first time Yang Wu had ever met a Universe Level powerhouse in reality, but he never expected that the person in question was a slave.

"Hello, Mr. Yang Wu!" The middle-aged man was very polite. "Let me introduce myself. My name is Daka, and I am the person in charge of the Divine Fire Hall on Qiu Long Planet!"

"Mr. Daka, it's a pleasure to meet you. If there's nothing else, let's set off now!"

Yang Wu said with a smile that he had already accomplished everything he wanted to do, so naturally he did not want to linger on Qiu Long Planet any longer.

"No problem!" Daka said with a smile, "Everything will be as you wish!"

Each of the major slave Mall within the slave market has its own transport ships, which are parked not far outside Qiu Long City.

Soon, Yang Wu and his group, along with a large number of slaves, left Qiu Long City and boarded a transport ship bound for the docking port.

In the spacious hall of the transport ship, Yang Wu and Daka sat facing each other.

"Mr. Yang Wu, I wonder Wei He you would buy so many slaves whose lives are nearing their end?" the middle-aged man Daka, asked with a puzzled look.

He had never seen such a strange guest since he started working in the slave trade.

Compared to the lifespan of Star Level, which can last for tens of thousands of years, the lifespans of the slaves Yang Wu bought were already nearing their end. Even if they were to serve as bodyguards, how many more years could they possibly serve?

Yang Wu smiled and said, "I just don't have much money. I was thinking of buying more eighth and ninth-tier Star Level- level slaves. They're facing the end of their lifespan, so maybe they can break through to the Universe Level?"

Upon hearing Yang Wu's words, Daka was slightly taken aback. "Mr. Yang Wu, you jest!"

Breaking through from the ninth level of the Star Level to the Universe Level is extremely difficult; perhaps only one in ten thousand will succeed. If it were easy to break through when facing the end of one's lifespan, then there wouldn't be so many people dying of old age in this universe.

He preferred to believe that Yang Wu intended to use a large number of Star Level powerhouses to explore the secret realm.

Soon, the spaceship arrived at the planet's docking port.

In the lower hall of the transport spaceship, with the help of slave traders, Yang Wu and thousands of slaves successfully completed the ceremony of recognizing their master.

After a ten-minute-long ceremony to recognize their master, the thousands of slaves all bowed slightly to Yang Wu in unison, respectfully greeting him, "Master!"

The weakest of the thousands of slaves were all Planetary Level Nine Spiritual Master, possessing formidable auras. However, the thirty slaves at the head of the group appeared listless and completely out of sorts.

They are nearing the end of their lifespan, and even if controlled by microchips, they are nothing more than puppets on strings. This is the fundamental reason why they are so cheap!

However, the slave trader Daka seemed oblivious to these sights, handing Yang Wu a small silver box and smiling, "Mr. Yang Wu, the master-slave recognition process is complete. Inside this box are the microchips controlling these 1130 slaves. Each microchip controls a corresponding slave. Insert the microchip into the Auxiliary Optical Computer to perform the relevant operations."

"As for the operating instructions, I have already recorded them all on an information storage card!"

"Then I'll transfer the remaining payment to your company's designated account now!"

Yang Wu nodded slightly.

He had already learned this information from Chi Yan.

"Drop!"

Upon receiving news that the remaining payment had been received, the slave trader Daka's smile widened. He handed Yang Wu a business card and said, "Mr. Yang Wu, it was a pleasure doing business with you! This is my Virtual Universe Network ID. If you wish to purchase slaves again in the future, please feel free to contact me. I will definitely offer you the best possible discount and guarantee your satisfaction."

"No problem!"

Yang Wu smiled and accepted the business card from Daka, then led a large number of slaves into the planetary docking port of Qiu Long Planet.

After arranging 100 Stellar Level One slaves and 1,000 Planetary Level Nine slaves in the lower level of the spaceship, Yang Wu led 30 eighth-tier and ninth-tier Star Level- level slaves to the spaceship's control room.

Soon, the spaceship took off and left the docking port.

After the spaceship traversed into the Dark Universe, Yang Wu finally had time to deal with the 30 'old' slaves he had purchased.

"Gentlemen, from this day forward, you are my slaves, Yang Wu's slaves!"

This time, Yang Wu spoke Chinese, the language of Earth, which was successfully translated into a language that the slaves could understand with the help of the Auxiliary Optical Computer of each slave.

"I know that you are all facing the anxieties of approaching the end of your lives, and therefore you don't hold me, your master, in the highest regard! However..."

"One hundred years!"

"I only need you to obey me for one hundred years!"

"If you are still alive a hundred years from now, I will release you from the chip control and restore your freedom!"

After Yang Wu finished speaking, all the slaves' eyes lit up!

Free!

This is something every slave desperately desires! But under the control of the biochip, they are completely unable to disobey their master's orders, and it is even impossible for them to have the slightest thought that is detrimental to their master.

"We swear to protect our master to the death!" the slaves shouted, their spirits now completely different from their previous listlessness.

After Yang Wu promised freedom, a glimmer of hope arose in the hearts of all the slaves. They would do their utmost to complete the tasks assigned by Yang Wu, hoping to regain the freedom they had long lost before they died!