"Prodigal Son" Lin Yuan? A Thousand-Strong Slave Army! [Seeking Follow-ups!]

Qiu Long Planet, slave market.

A massive hemispherical building, resembling a dormant metallic beast, dominated the edge of the horizon.

The place was teeming with noise, as life forms from every race in the universe gathered here. The air was thick with a unique stench—a mixture of various body odors, spices, and a faint, lingering scent of blood.

Lin Yuan and Luo Feng strode into the core area of the slave market.

This was the largest slave trading center on the entire Qiu Long Planet, covering an immense area.

The moment they entered the hall, an overwhelming wave of clamor rushed toward them. Countless exotic races were haggling here, while holographic projections scrolled through the data and prices of various slaves.

Although Lin Yuan and Luo Feng were not dressed in particularly luxurious attire, the calm and composed aura they carried, along with the faint pressure of a powerhouse radiating from Lin Yuan, still quickly attracted the attention of those with a keen eye.

A middle-aged manager wearing a gray uniform and sporting a thin mustache hurried over to greet them.

His face was plastered with a professional smile, his shrewd little eyes quickly scanning the two men before he bowed slightly.

"Respected sirs, welcome to the largest slave market on all of Qiu Long Planet. This humble one is Yama. May I ask what you are looking for?

Whether it is strength-based laborers, beautiful handmaidens, or Star-level martial artists with special talents, we have everything you could possibly need."

Lin Yuan did not waste words. He swept his gaze over Yama and calmly spat out a single sentence:

"I require Star-level nine slaves."

This sentence was like a thunderclap, instantly freezing the professional, fake smile on Yama's face.

Star-level nine?

In a place like Qiu Long Planet, a Star-level nine was already considered a top-tier combatant!

To purchase a Star-level nine slave, the price would be an astronomical figure!

Yama suddenly snapped back to reality, the gleam in his eyes intensifying tenfold. He bowed even lower, his voice trembling slightly with excitement:

"Distinguished guests, please! This way, please! Let us go to the VIP room to discuss the details!"

Big business! This was a once-in-a-lifetime, massive deal!

This VIP room was extremely luxurious. Under the soft lighting, only Lin Yuan, Luo Feng, and Yama remained.

Yama diligently poured expensive drinks for the two men before quickly operating the smart computer on his wrist.

"Hum—"

Several massive holographic projections appeared out of thin air, clearly displaying three-dimensional images and detailed data for several categories of slaves.

"Please take a look, sirs."

Yama pointed at the projections, his tone impassioned. "These are the top-tier goods currently in our inventory."

Lin Yuan leaned back on the sofa, his gaze sweeping over the projections.

The first projection showed a giant over three meters tall with muscles bulging like rocks, his skin a deep, metallic cyan.

"This is the Mondo Race. Natural-born warriors with thick skin and sturdy flesh. Their defensive capabilities are astonishing; few among the same rank can break through their defense."

The second projection depicted a lean, humanoid creature shrouded in black mist, its eyes flickering with a ghostly green light.

"The Shadow Cat Race. Natural-born assassins. They possess extreme speed and excel in stealth and surprise attacks. They are the best shadow guards."

The third projection displayed an elegant man with a third vertical eye on his forehead.

"The Three-Eyed Race. The darlings of spirit readers. Their mental power is extremely pure, and they excel in long-range control and mental attacks."

The fourth projection showed a cold, stern man wearing crimson armor and wielding twin blades, his eyes burning like flames.

"This is the Yante Race, known as the 'hexagonal warriors.' They have no weaknesses in physical strength, speed, or force output. They are killing machines on the battlefield."

Lin Yuan nodded slightly, having already made his calculations. What Earth lacked most right now was high-end combat power; all the nations and major factions combined did not equal a single Star-level powerhouse.

He was buying these slaves for two reasons: to be prepared for any eventuality, and to ensure that no one would dare act recklessly while he was away.

He turned to look at Yama, his tone as calm as if he were buying cabbage at a market: "One Mondo Race level nine martial artist, one Shadow Cat Race level nine martial artist, one Three-Eyed Race level nine spirit reader, and one Yante Race level nine spirit reader. I want one of each."

"Cough, cough..."

Luo Feng, who was drinking his beverage, nearly choked. He stared at Lin Yuan with wide eyes.

Four Star-level nines?!

However, Lin Yuan had not finished speaking.

"In addition, three Yante Race Star-level seven warriors."

"Three Three-Eyed Race Star-level five spirit readers."

"And three each of the Mondo Race and Shadow Cat Race Star-level five martial artists."

Dead silence.

The VIP room fell into a deathly, suffocating silence.

The electronic tablet in Yama's hand nearly fell to the floor. He hung his mouth agape, staring blankly at Lin Yuan as if he were looking at a monster that had descended from the heavens.

This string of orders felt like a mountain of gold crashing down on his head with every single word.

Luo Feng, standing to the side, quietly wiped away a cold sweat, his heart racing.

Although he knew Lin Yuan had made a fortune selling the Arc Wheel, the value of the items being purchased in these few short seconds was several times greater than the 18 billion he had in his own hands.

If anyone else were to witness this scene, they would likely assume some spendthrift heir from a super-family was out squandering his family fortune!

"S-sir, are you certain?" Yama felt his throat go dry.

"What, out of stock?" Lin Yuan raised an eyebrow.

"No! No! Absolutely not!" Yama jumped up abruptly, his face flushed with excitement. "Respected sir, you are truly incredibly generous! This is the biggest transaction I have ever seen in my career!"

He calculated rapidly on his smart brain, his fingers trembling:

"Four Star-level stage nine, plus all the subsequent items... the total price is 46 billion Black Dragon Coins. Including the maximum discount of 5%, the final total is 43.7 billion Black Dragon Coins!"

43.7 billion Black Dragon Coins!

This figure made Luo Feng click his tongue in secret.

One had to know that the price of an ordinary life-bearing planet was only a few tens of billions. With a wave of his hand, Lin Yuan was essentially buying an entire planet!

"And!"

Fearing that Lin Yuan might change his mind, Yama hurriedly threw in a bonus. "To express our sincerity, we will provide you with ten Star-level stage five spirit readers and twenty Star-level stage three martial artists for free!"

Lin Yuan nodded noncommittally, seemingly waiting for something more.

Yama gritted his teeth and steeled himself. "Additionally, I see that you two seem to need some basic guards.

I will take the liberty of gifting you two thousand Planet-level stage nine spirit readers! Although they are only Planet-level, their strength lies in their numbers; they are perfect for patrols or acting as an honor guard."

Upon hearing this, Luo Feng's pupils shrank sharply.

Two thousand Planet-level stage nine!

On Earth, a Planet-level is a "Councilor," a god standing at the pinnacle of the pyramid. Yet here, two thousand "gods" were being given away as mere add-ons?

At this moment, Luo Feng gained a deeper, more profound understanding of the cruelty and vastness of the universe.

"Deal." A satisfied arc curled at the corner of Lin Yuan's mouth.

He casually transferred 1 billion Black Dragon Coins as a deposit from his virtual account and stood up. "I don't like tedious banquets. Let's go directly to the docking port to complete the handover. I'm in a hurry."

"No problem! Absolutely no problem! I will arrange for a supervisor to take you there personally right away!"

Yama bowed and scraped, his smile as bright as a blooming flower.

Half an hour later, at the Qiu Long Planet docking port.

A massive Grade B transport ship sat quietly in the port, its enormous hull emitting a cold, metallic luster.

The person in charge of the handover was a high-level supervisor from the slave market named Wula.

"Mr. Lin Yuan, please."

Wula respectfully led Lin Yuan and Luo Feng into the interior of the ship.

As the cabin door opened, a suffocating, terrifying aura rushed toward them instantly!

Inside the vast cargo hold, people stood packed tightly together.

At the very front were four Star-level stage nine powerhouses whose auras were as deep as an abyss and as heavy as a prison.

The Mondo race brute stood there like an insurmountable mountain; the Shadow Cat race powerhouse's figure flickered in and out of existence, radiating a dangerous chill; the Three-Eyed race and Yante race powerhouses kept their eyes closed in meditation, but the energy fluctuations surging around them were enough to make one's heart palpitate.

Behind them stood dozens of Star-level mid-stage powerhouses, along with two thousand Planet-level stage nine spirit readers!

More than two thousand people stood in perfect unison. Although their eyes were hollow and numb, the collective life pressure they exerted still made it difficult for Luo Feng to breathe.

This was the power of money.

This was the rule of the universe.

"Mr. Lin Yuan, this is the control terminal." Wula handed over a sophisticated instrument. "The control rights for the biological chips of all the slaves are here. As long as you input your spiritual imprint, their lives and deaths will be in your hands with a single thought.

Even if you order them to commit suicide, they cannot refuse."

Lin Yuan took the instrument, his spiritual energy surging into it, and quickly modified the highest authority.

"Beep—Authority lock complete."

Following the crisp notification sound, the two thousand-plus slaves in the cargo hold, who had previously had numb eyes, shuddered violently.

The hollowness in their eyes gradually receded, replaced by a sense of absolute obedience and fanaticism—the loyalty program forcibly written by the biological chips.

The next second.

Clatter!

Whether it was the arrogant Star-level stage nine powerhouses or the army of two thousand Planet-level soldiers behind them, at the exact same moment, they all knelt on one knee in perfect unison.

The metal floor emitted a dull, thunderous boom.

Immediately after, over two thousand people spoke at once, their voices converging into a rolling peal of thunder that echoed through the massive cargo hold, making one's eardrums buzz:

"Master!!!"

The sound wave was heaven-shaking, the momentum as grand as a rainbow!