Forging a New Body

In the spacious underground warehouse, Gao Da stood frozen like a puppet. In just half the time it took to burn an incense stick, the high-grade slaves in his stock had nearly all been packed up and taken away by that corpse witch. Even some private stock mixed in among the ordinary slaves had been ruthlessly carried off by the corpse witch.

"Hehe, little brother, don't pull such a long face. Soul Plasma from the Dwarf race—this is a deal you couldn't get in ten lifetimes." Baron chuckled as he patted Gao Da's shoulder, utterly unaware of how bitter his friend felt inside.

Gao Da smiled helplessly. "Big brother, do you really think that corpse witch is reliable? With that move, you took away half my treasures. If this deal falls through, you'll have to compensate me!"

"Compensate? Fine, I'll compensate you right now. How about it?" Baron leaned close to Gao Da's ear with a smile. "I'll raise the price by another ten percent on top of these goods, but you have to give me the slot Li Ziran gave you. Let me handle the Dwarf race's Soul Plasma."

Gao Da rolled his eyes and snarled, "Dream on. Do you think I don't know how sought-after Li Ziran's goods are right now? Sulfur Island is practically about to explode. Even if that guy emptied out my entire slave shop, I wouldn't blink."

"Get out of here! Who was just dying of heartache? It's only a Deep-Sea Salt Porpoise, yet you acted like someone was carving flesh off your body." Baron teased.

"What do you know!" Gao Da shouted furiously. "Salt Porpoises live thirty thousand meters beneath the Deep Sea, deeper even than the Abyss steeped in demonic aura. They're one of the most ancient races, and they possess the