Ancestral Wealth Inheritance System

"Crack!"

"Congratulations to Mr. Ma Yun in seat number one for successfully purchasing this exceptionally rare slave from the Orville Clan!"

With a decisive bang of the gavel at the terrifying price of one billion source coins, no one could offer a higher bid than Fang Jueyu.

"Hmph, I wonder if he can really come up with that money!"

In their eyes, Fang Jueyu's funds had been verified but merely exceeded two hundred million source coins, nowhere near a billion. If he couldn't complete the payment, the slave would remain unsold, and they'd just wait for the next opportunity.

Of course, they were eager to see Ma Yun become a laughingstock, especially Vizi, who had already become the object of ridicule and was eager for someone else to share his fate.

"Thank you all for attending. Today's auction is now concluded. The Cosmic Slave Fair will continue for three more months, and hopefully, we will see you again at the next Cosmic Slave Auction!" The old man seemed to receive some message, gave a slight bow, and then left the auction stage.

"He really could bring out one billion source coins!" The old man's departure indicated that the final auction item had not remained unsold; this young man named Ma Yun truly had astonishing financial power!

"We underestimated him."

"Yes, he could afford to buy the item, but he may not have the capability to take it. Just watch!"

"Mere youngling dared to slight me like this. Let's wait and see!"

...

As people gradually left the auction hall, everyone had their own hidden agendas.

After the auction ended, an artificial intelligence brought a batch of slaves to the villa where Fang Jueyu was staying.

These slaves from the Void Race had skin that was black with a hint of purple, adorned with rune-like patterns naturally occurring on their surfaces, and it was these mysterious patterns that enabled them to move freely in the void.

The slaves from the Sunshine Clan resembled humanoid suns, radiating an energy that Fang Jueyu could sense would burst forth even from a distance.

As for the Orville Clan slave, he had a physique similar to humans on Earth, but his body seemed to be forged from gemstones rather than flesh and blood.

Perhaps due to being frozen for too long, he had forgotten who he was, where he came from, or why he lived. But it didn't matter; for a slave, loyalty was the most important thing. With chips controlling their life and death, they would become Fang Jueyu's most loyal servants.

"Mr. Ma Yun, here are the control chips for the Void Race slave, Sunshine Clan slave, and Orville Clan slave you acquired. Please confirm!"

"Master!" Dozens of slaves knelt on the ground, declaring their allegiance to Fang Jueyu.

"Xiao Yi, are there any issues?"

"Rest assured, host, all the chips are functioning normally without any tampering."

"Excellent, then we're settled." Fang Jueyu confirmed the acquisition with the artificial intelligence, which then deleted all information related to Fang Jueyu, respecting the privacy of its clients.

"Brother Fang, you should be careful. You've acquired so many valuable slaves and provoked so many significant figures, they won't let you depart easily." Natu's face was filled with concern.

"Don't worry, since I dared to disregard their pride, I have what it takes to handle them," Fang Jueyu still had two King-level Transcender imprints left and wasn't afraid of them, "Natu, I should return to my civilization, you should leave first. We part ways here."

Although Fang Jueyu wasn't afraid of them, Natu didn't have his formidable background. If it were discovered that Natu had dealings with him, they might vent their anger on him.

Natu understood Fang Jueyu's intentions. He also knew his presence would only distract Fang Jueyu.

"Alright, when you get back to your civilization, let me know you're safe. If we have the chance, we can have a drink on the cosmic network!"

"Deal, we'll meet again."

With Natu's departure, Fang Jueyu settled onto the sofa, "Now it's time to figure out the next move. After showing off, it's time to run; otherwise, trouble will just keep piling up."

"Host, based on the time calculated, we have about six months before that civilization reaches Earth, which should be enough time to return."

"What about these slaves?" Fang Jueyu had bought over ten thousand slaves, and his personal spaceship couldn't accommodate so many.

"Host, didn't you purchase a batch of warships? You can simply use the Space-Time Store to extract a portion and take them along. Although the speed will be slightly slower than your Silver Winged Demon, it will arrive within six months."

"Right! Almost forgot about that!" Fang Jueyu had ordered ten fourth-level civilization and one thousand third-level civilization warships.

To accommodate over ten thousand slaves, two Titan warships from the fourth-level civilization would suffice.

"Can any of you operate fourth-level cosmic battleships?" Fang Jueyu asked the group of slaves.

"Master, we have received professional training and can operate most technological products from fourth-level civilizations."

"Great!" Fang Jueyu nodded in satisfaction. Although they were slaves, the Slave Traders had spared no effort in training them to fetch a good price.

"You will take the other batch of slaves I purchased first, using the wormhole to reach the coordinates I provide." Fang Jueyu gave them the coordinates of the Milky Way, "Once I've dealt with those tailing us, I'll catch up with you at the designated location."

"No, Master, that's not advisable." The slaves were well aware of how much attraction Fang Jueyu carrying an Orville Clan slave would generate, and the unsuccessful bidders were surely lying in wait outside this civilization for Fang Jueyu to leave.

Once leaving the Morar civilization, Fang Jueyu would undoubtedly face attacks from those Martial Artists, many of whom were also Transcenders.

Their master only had the power of a Divine Ability User, merely rich but lacking in self-protection capabilities. Most importantly, if the master perished, the slaves would die along with him. Even if they had to die, they wished to die before Fang Jueyu.

"I am the master; what I say is an order. You need only do as I say, or else I will execute you now!"

After he spoke, the slaves immediately fell silent. Their combined worth didn't come close to that of the Orville Clan slave, and they believed Fang Jueyu was capable of carrying out his threat.

"Alright, let's prepare to leave this Morar civilization. In a moment, I'll buy you some time. A Titan-class warship's wormhole construction requires two minutes. If someone has their eyes on us, I will buy you those two minutes, and you need not worry about anything else, understand?"

"Understood, Master!"

Although the slaves didn't know where Fang Jueyu derived his confidence to cover their retreat, his astonishing wealth suggested he had some hidden trump cards. Their only task was to obey Fang Jueyu's orders.

"Good, now let's go!"