Ancestral Wealth Inheritance System

If it were ordinary slaves, that would be fine, but the allure of Void Race slaves was irresistible to anyone. To put it bluntly, many came here just on the off chance that such slaves were available for purchase.

If someone bought them all, it would be a wasted trip for everyone else, and this was unacceptable to anyone.

Purchasing one Void Race slave for 20 million trillion Molla currency was already quite high, so raising the price further was not very cost-effective since most people's funds were limited, unlike Fang Jueyu, who could bid recklessly.

Minutes passed, yet no one offered more than 20 million trillion Molla currency, so the third slave was, unsurprisingly, claimed by Fang Jueyu.

"This person in seat number 1, who are they? They've already spent 50 million trillion Molla currency on three Void Race slaves, which is 20 million trillion Cosmic coins!"

With the transaction completed, it meant the bidder had already paid. The owner of seat number 1 clearly had the financial capacity.

"I wonder how much money he's prepared. Don't run out of money for bidding on other slaves later!"

"Hmph! Could it be that some junior of a Transcender is here replacing them? So disrespectful!"

"The bidder in seat number 1 is genuinely formidable," the old man on stage appeared somewhat embarrassed. Having hosted so many auctions, he'd never encountered such a situation.

None of the bidders present needed two Void Race slaves. There were better choices for bodyguards, and just one was enough for understanding Space Law.

He couldn't help but silently pray that the guest in room 1 would show some restraint. None of the bidders seated were to be trifled with, and there was no need to sour relations.

However, when the fourth Void Race slave went up for auction, the owner of seat number 1 still bid a high price of 10 million trillion Cosmic coins.

"He still wants to buy?"

"Is this person crazy or looking for trouble on purpose?"

"He must have had the privilege to get a VIP ticket, so what if you're unhappy? Can you afford to mess with him?" Guests in the regular and premium seats started murmuring.

"Hmph, maybe I can't, but he's not the only one who can get a VIP ticket—there are 49 other powerful figures here. Can he provoke all of them?"

"Just wait, none of these bids are going to be peaceful. If he keeps this up, someone will take care of him eventually."

...

"Sir, in seat number 1, isn't this a bit too much?" Finally, some fellow VIPs couldn't sit still any longer.

Allowing one missed bid was a gesture of respect among them; twice was tolerable. But three? Fang Jueyu's domineering approach was becoming unbearable.

"Where's that voice coming from?" Fang Jueyu frowned, realizing things weren't going as smoothly as expected.

"It's from the owner of seat number 5," Natu said. "Judging by the voice, he's probably an older individual, at least a Martial Artist at the Peak of Controller."

"Sir, we've given you enough face, but you seem unappreciative!" Another guest, from seat number 8, chimed in.

"Damn, I think I haven't done anything wrong, so why is everyone targeting me?" Fang Jueyu felt wronged. Isn't this an auction? The highest bidder wins; what's face got to do with it?

"Could I ask, did I break any rules?" To take a scolding without responding, wasn't that akin to a dead fish? Fang Jueyu wasn't exactly the most even-tempered guy. "I need a few bodyguards at home; is it wrong to buy a few slaves?"

"This..." When Fang Jueyu asked, everyone fell silent. There were no rules that said one person could only purchase one slave from a batch at auction, but it did infringe on the interests of many.

"What a young voice!"

Hearing the voice from seat number 1 left everyone taken aback.

The voice was so young, even a bit immature. Even a Divine Ability User wouldn't have such a youthful-sounding voice.

"Could it be a young person in seat number 1?"

"Strange, why would someone capable of obtaining this ticket let such a young person attend on their behalf? Aren't they afraid a young person, proud and arrogant, would cause trouble?"

"This voice sounds oddly familiar," Shakar, sitting in a corner, frowned. He felt like he had heard it somewhere not long ago, yet couldn't recall it in the moment, for he believed he wouldn't know someone with such an exceptional background.

"Young man, your elder is probably a big shot in a top-tier civilization, right? I advise you not to cause trouble for them, take what's good and let it go. Getting three Void Race slaves is already quite impressive!"

"Youngster, it seems your elder hasn't taught you the unwritten rules—thanks to your elder's face and your youthful naiveté, we're not counting it against you. But stay out of bidding for the next few Void Race slaves."

"Oh, so you're trying to pull rank on me with age?" Fang Jueyu detested nothing more than people speaking from a place of assumed superiority. "An auction is an auction—the highest price wins. It's the first time I've heard you need to consider face to buy something!"

"What did you say?" The owner of seat number 5's tone suddenly filled with a hint of anger. If there hadn't been several superpowered Transcenders maintaining order at such a high-level auction, they likely would have gone berserk already.

"Did I say something wrong?" Fang Jueyu asked. "I know, most of you buy these slaves to comprehend Space Law, but I'm different. I like this race very much and want to buy them all for bodyguards. Do you have any objections?"

"You have some nerve! Do you know who I am? Even your elder wouldn't dare speak to me like that."

"I don't care who you are—it doesn't matter to me if you're King of Heaven!" Fang Jueyu retorted unceremoniously. "Alright, you want to buy? Then keep bidding. If not, then don't yak. Don't like it, just shut up!"

"Kid, I'll tell you right now, I'm from the Mosha Civilization. My name is Vizi. I'll give you a minute to contact your elder and see if your elder dares to confront me!"

"Mosha Civilization! Is that the top civilization?"

"My God, so the person in seat number 5 is that big shot!"

"I've heard about Mosha Civilization, but this name I don't know—is it a big deal?"

"The Master of Mosha Dojo—do you think that's a big deal? A Transcender who's lived for millions of years, probably just slightly less powerful than the rulers of a cosmic nation!"

"Tsk tsk, didn't expect I'd share the same space with such a bigwig."

...

Mohe Civilization, an incredibly powerful top civilization, reportedly housed hundreds of Transcenders in Mohe Arena, with countless Martial Artists of other levels. Just these individuals alone could easily destroy a fourth-tier civilization.

As for the Master of the Arena, it doesn't take much thought to know how powerful they are.

When everyone assumed the young person in seat number 1 would surely back down, he finally spoke again.

"No need to contact my elder. My name is Ma Yun, from Shenhao Civilization. Before I left, my elder told me there was no one Shenhao Civilization couldn't afford to offend—and if there was, they must be bluffing!"