Chapter 503: Yuan Yan Beast

Dielan Star.

As the ancestral home of the Dielan nobility, this entire planet belongs to the family and has undergone multiple modifications, making it nearly impossible for even a Law Lord to destroy it in a short time.

At this moment, inside a conference room, several elder clan members were holding a meeting:

"Jili Dielan has become a bonded slave, officially registered, with the Starlight Bank as the assisting party…"

"So it can't be changed, then? I told you he's an idiot—just expel him from the clan outright, save us the shame."

"But we just elevated his clan status, and now we're expelling him? That would look like a slap in the face."

One senior elder voiced his opinion.

Some spoke purely based on facts; others had their own agendas.

When a clan grows large, factions inevitably arise and vie for power and influence.

"Enough. Jili becoming a slave is still shameful… Send someone to buy him back first, then decide his fate later."

One elder spoke, his authority evident; the proposal was immediately approved.

"Send Amor. Treat it as a test."

"But what if he refuses?"

"We fear the Starlight Bank, not some interstellar vagabond… I doubt he'll refuse the Dielan family's friendship."

…

Azure Star.

Fang Xing had no idea he had already become gossip, and that others planned to use him as a whetstone to test a clan member named Amor.

At this moment, he stepped out of the spaceport wearing a sleek, sky-blue, gold-embroidered high-collared formal robe.

Behind him, Jili carried two suitcases, like a loyal servant.

The surrounding sea folk automatically parted to make way.

After all, someone who could command an eleven-scaled servant clearly had powerful backing—clearly not someone to be trifled with.

"Azure Star—what famous entertainment cities are there? We can settle there."

Fang Xing looked at Jili.

Visiting an entertainment city was one thing; another was leveraging its mix of shady characters to find more channels for selling off some supplies.

'Besides my own cultivation, the upcoming 'Ten Thousand Races Auction'—besides the Yuan Yan Beast—might have some other good items.'

As he thought, he glared at Jili, the tireless servant: "If the money still isn't enough, have the Dielan family redeem him… How much is a great clan's honor worth in Deep Blue Coins?"

…

Tingyu Entertainment City.

Fang Xing directly checked into the most luxurious hotel.

Every day, besides absorbing source energy, he indulged in food, drink, and entertainment, while Jili was sent out to sell miscellaneous goods through various channels, quickly pushing his account balance past twenty billion source coins.

One day,

a handsome sea folk with eleven scales on his forehead came to visit.

Outside, he directly encountered Jili, who was working as a doorman, and sneered: "Jili… You really became someone's slave? You're a disgrace to the Dielan family."

"Hmph!"

Jili snorted and turned his head away.

"Go find your master. Tell him Amor of the Dielan family is here to pay his respects."

Amor felt smug, especially seeing Jili under his command—it made him even more pleased.

He watched Jili's retreating back, his eyes gleaming: 'This mission from the clan is a test—I must perform brilliantly…'

By "brilliantly," he meant achieving the greatest goal with the least cost!

Not long after, Jili emerged: "Amor, my master asks you to come in."

Amor entered the parlor.

These hotels had been space-modified; each suite was a vast territory, adjustable to customer preferences.

Fang Xing chose the most common ocean-island mode.

Before him lay sunlight, sandy beaches, and a vast blue sea.

He sat on a beach chair, holding a net-scale device, looking exactly like a gaming addict.

"Mr. Fang Xing, I am Amor of the Dielan family, here regarding Jili. First, I must express my deepest apologies for Jili's actions."

Amor bowed slightly, impeccably polite.

After all, this man was a VIP client of the Starlight Bank—never to be lightly offended.

"Hmm. I received your apology."

Fang Xing occasionally looked up, dismissively replying: "Anything else? If not, don't disturb me while I'm gaming…"

Amor's heart flared with anger, but his face showed nothing: "We wish to redeem Jili. We're willing to pay ten billion source coins. What do you say?"

"Ten billion?"

Fang Xing shook his head: "Too little. At least twenty billion."

Amor's mind stirred—this price was barely acceptable to the clan, but he'd gain little credit.

Instantly, he straightened his back, exuding arrogance: "Ten billion source coins—and you'll gain the Dielan family's friendship!"

"Sorry, your clan's friendship is worth less than ten billion in my eyes."

Fang Xing shook his head: "Jili… Show him out! Amor, leave."

Jili stood expressionless, blocking Amor's path: "If you want to fight, I'll be happy to oblige."

"Hmph!"

Amor's face flushed red and then white; he turned and walked away.

After leaving the entertainment city, his expression twisted into fury: "Damn it… Just a cosmic vagabond, thinks the Starlight Bank will back him?"

At that moment, a communication call came through.

A flash of luminescence revealed a sea folk with twelve scales on his forehead: "Amor… Did you complete the task?"

"Forgive me, Lord Fran, that Fang Xing is utterly ungrateful."

Amor hurriedly reported.

He naturally didn't mention his deliberate lowballing—instead, he emphasized Fang Xing's disdain for the Dielan family.

Fran understood exactly what kind of man Amor was, but Fang Xing's attitude was clear, stirring quiet anger within him: "If he refuses, then forget it…"

"Yes."

Amor's heart leapt—he knew Lord Fran had another meaning.

He must secretly find out what Fang Xing plans to do on Azure Star—and then make sure he crashes hard.

…

Time flew by.

Ten Thousand Races Auction House.

Fang Xing, accompanied by Jili, watched countless spacecraft, like swarming bees, land on the auction house's landing pads.

Azure Star had many powerful individuals—he'd already spotted several Neutron Star-level masters, the twelfth realm.

The Ten Thousand Races Auction House was a major force within the Deep Sea Civilization, primarily dealing in slave trade, with constant business year-round.

Today's "Ten Thousand Races Auction" focused on rare, top-tier items.

Naturally, the prices were much higher.

Fang Xing and Jili entered the grand bronze hall, towering dozens of miles high, and before them stood two rows of ecological tubes.

"This… Each tube contains an ecological breeding ground?"

Fang Xing approached one tube, peering through its glass-like wall, and saw an entire continent.

Groups of armored beings formed armies, hunting prey.

"These are the 'Carapace Race'—naturally armored, excellent bodyguards…"

A flash of luminescence revealed a curvaceous female attendant explaining: "Currently on promotion—Satellite-level Carapace beings cost only one hundred million Deep Sea Coins."

One hundred million Deep Sea Coins—that's ten thousand source coins. Indeed cheap.

Fang Xing could easily buy thousands upon thousands.

'But Satellite-level Carapace beings are essentially Wu Sheng… sold here by species…'

'The total number of Wu Sheng in the entire Blue Star Federation might not equal the number in just one of these ecological breeding grounds…'

'Do these alien beings inside the breeding grounds believe this is their homeland… and that we outside are their creators?'

'Now that I think about it, thank goodness Lei Ousi's inner universe was created through illusory laws—otherwise, he might have actively cultivated strong beings within it, then sold them in bulk…'

Fang Xing's thoughts swirled in an instant.

He then moved to the next ecological tube.

This one contained only an atmosphere, with a single white cloud drifting alone amid a storm of lightning.

"This is a pure energy lifeform—the Cloud Race! Perfect for merging with our human race to form a symbiotic life, transforming into armor that blocks all physical and soul attacks… This Cloud being has a Star-level power. Price: five hundred billion Deep Sea Coins."

Another projection introduced it to Fang Xing.

Fang Xing nodded, continuing his tour.

Volcanic lifeforms, oceanic lifeforms, giant beast slaves, insectoid slaves, sea folk slaves… Everything was here—truly deserving of the name "Ten Thousand Races Gathering."

Soon, he entered the auction hall and sat on a shell-shaped chair, waiting quietly.

"Elder Fran, that's him!"

Not far from Fang Xing, two sea folk settled into matching shell chairs.

One of them was Amor, who looked at Fang Xing and his servant with respect and said: "I monitored Ji Li's movements and saw he reserved a seat at the auction—I knew they'd both come…"

…

Soon, the surrounding light suddenly grew dim.

A sea-dweller in a deep blue gown slowly rose into the air: "Honored guests, welcome to this 'Ten Thousand Races Auction'… First, let us admire the first lot—the Star Ring Snake Egg!"

In an instant, a valve opened, and several sea-dwellers carried out a massive snake egg several meters tall.

The egg radiated vitality; its shell was pure white, slightly translucent, faintly revealing the serpent's shadow within.

"The Star Ring Snake is a cosmic creature naturally attuned to spatial laws. Once matured, it swiftly masters spatial principles—ideal for possession or bonding as a pet. Starting bid: one hundred million Source Coins. Minimum raise: one million Source Coins."

Amid the host's persuasive tone, bidding rounds began one after another…

Fang Xing yawned, bored: "Are all these slaves? Isn't there even a single other treasure?"

He endured a little longer, until finally the host spoke: "One juvenile Yuan Yan Beast! Though the Yuan Yan Beast is not a unique creature, its talent is formidable—it has produced masters of the Dharma Lord realm. Yet the Yuan Yan Beast clan is highly united and deeply hostile toward outsiders… Buyers must weigh the potential risks. Starting bid: five hundred million Source Coins!"

(End of Chapter)