Ancestral Wealth Inheritance System

"Host, we're now in the spaceship harbor, several hundred thousand meters above the ground. Once we complete the registration, we can directly take the rail elevator down to the Morale planet."

"So right now, we..." Suddenly being in another civilization, Fang Jueyu had no idea what to do at that moment.

"Someone should come to process your parking permit soon," Xiao Yi said, "but due to the slave exhibition, the staff might be busy. You could take a stroll outside first."

"That's exactly what I was thinking!" Fang Jueyu was about to open the door when he suddenly stopped. "I won't get roasted, frozen, or crushed by hundreds of times Earth's gravity, right?"

"Host, Morale's gravity is about 1.73 times that of Earth, with a surface temperature ranging from -12 to 54 degrees Celsius. The air composition, although different from Earth, is completely within your adaptable range. You can go out safely."

"That's a relief."

The cabin door slowly opened. After being cooped up in the spaceship for over three months, Er Gouzi dashed out like a wild horse.

"This guy," Fang Jueyu chuckled helplessly and followed him out. The less-than-double gravity was only slightly uncomfortable at first, but his body quickly adjusted to the environment.

The floor beneath them was completely transparent, allowing him to see the city below the harbor that was vastly more advanced and bustling compared to Earth's civilization.

Looking around, the harbor was packed with a variety of spaceships. Some were only a dozen meters long, while others were gigantic motherships thousands or even tens of thousands of meters in length, apparently used for cargo transport.

"There sure are a lot of people!" Besides him, many from other civilizations wandered around the harbor aimlessly.

"Of course, a lot of cosmic family clans must have come this time!"

"How do you know?" Fang Jueyu asked curiously.

"It's simple, most of the cosmic slaves sold are Martial Artists. Those families need Martial Artist slaves as tutors for their descendants, and the Martial Artists in the family often have their own business to attend to, only occasionally offering guidance. Buying slaves is naturally the best option."

Xiao Yi added mysteriously, "Host, at such a grand event, the slaves sold are at least Hidden Elementers level. Even Divine-level ones aren't uncommon. With a little connection, you can even get Controller Level slaves."

"What about Transcenders?"

"They are very rare because methods to control Martial Artists are usually based on the body, and Transcenders can separate from the body. As long as the soul is intact, they can't be controlled, unless by special means. Of course, the price is beyond imagination."

"Forget it, there's no need; using Transcenders against third-level civilization people is like using a cannon to shoot mosquitoes." Fang Jueyu's plan was to acquire a few Divine-level Martial Artists, which would be sufficient.

"Woof woof woof!" Just as Fang Jueyu was planning his purchase, he heard Er Gouzi barking.

"Whose pet is this? Where's the owner?"

Fang Jueyu looked in the direction of the voice. A rather plump person was glaring at Er Gouzi while lying on the ground. His skin was somewhat dark, with strange patterns on his face and arms, and his hair was green.

Behind him stood four people who looked similar, but were much more proportionate, and they emitted a Divine-level aura!

"This chubby guy is a Source Energy User and has a higher level than me." Fang Jueyu was slightly surprised. No doubt, in an advanced civilization, top experts were indeed plentiful.

"What trouble has this damn dog gotten me into?" Fang Jueyu was a bit troubled, as the other party looked like they wouldn't be easy to deal with.

"What are you all standing there for? Watching a show? Hurry and catch this strange creature for me!" the chubby guy yelled at his four companions. Despite his third-stage Source Energy User capability, he couldn't capture what appeared to be an ordinary pet-like creature.

"Yes, Young Master." If the four Divine-level beings made a move, unless Er Gouzi revealed his true form, he wouldn't stand a chance against them.

Sure enough, sensing the oppressive aura from the four Divine-level beings, Er Gouzi's hair stood on end.

"Wait, hold on, this dog is mine!" Fang Jueyu quickly stepped forward. Just after saying not to cause trouble, it seemed Er Gouzi had already stirred up some mess for him to deal with.

"Is this black little thing yours?" the plump young man asked Fang Jueyu. "It dared to relieve itself on my new spaceship and stained my clothes."

"Look at what you've done!" Fang Jueyu glared at Er Gouzi. "Is three months of confinement worth going crazy over?"

"Sorry about that, he's my pet. I'll compensate you for your losses." Since the trouble was caused by Er Gouzi, Fang Jueyu could only accept the blame, as it was his responsibility.

"Compensation? Do you know how expensive my clothes and spaceship are?" The young man looked Fang Jueyu up and down.

Coming from Earth, barely considered a first-level civilization, even the top materials from there could only make mediocre clothing in a fourth-level civilization like this.

Judging by his attire, Fang Jueyu didn't even look wealthy.

"Host, it seems you're being looked down upon again," Xiao Yi remarked gleefully.

"Do I really look that much like a pauper?" Fang Jueyu grumbled.

"How about this? I'll buy your clothes and spaceship for whatever they're worth. Would that settle it?"

"My clothes are made of Dragon Sparrow Mink fur, worth over 2 million cosmic coins and custom ordered, and this spaceship, a personal ship from Bocker Company, costs 800 billion cosmic coins. Do you even know the maintenance costs?"

The chubby guy only hoped Fang Jueyu could cover the cleaning and maintenance fees, which would've been nice enough. It was the first time he heard someone wanting to buy an entire ship because it got dirty.

"It's not that I look down on you, but you probably can't afford it." Considering Fang Jueyu's reasonable attitude, the young man's tone softened considerably.

"Can't afford it?" Fang Jueyu almost burst into laughter. If someone on Earth said that to him, they'd likely be ruthlessly mocked online. But out here, beyond Earth, hardly anyone recognized Fang Jueyu or knew of his wealth, naturally.

"Excuse me, whose spaceship is this?" At that moment, a harbor staff member came to handle registration. He had two strange antennae on his head. If his skin weren't gray, Fang Jueyu would have thought he'd landed on Namek.

"Oh, that's mine." Fang Jueyu turned to see the staff member standing beside his ship.

"Sorry, let's settle this later."

"This..." The chubby guy was dumbfounded when he saw the ship, his eyes sparkling with astonishment. "This is an Airbird Company's Silver Winged Demon!"