After thinking for a long time, a plan gradually took shape in Chu Yang's mind.

After walking out of the restaurant, he found a grocery store and bought some yellow wax and applied it to his face. Chu Yang stepped into the slave market under the Zhan family.

The slave market was extremely lively, and many celebrities and nobles were standing aside and pointing, selecting slaves in the cage. As soon as they entered the slave market, there were hundreds of slaves that caught their eyes, which made Chu Yang couldn't help but sigh.

Where did these slaves come from?

"Guest, do you want to buy slaves?"

At this time, a middle-aged man in charge of hospitality came up at the slave market and asked Chu Yang with a smile.

Chu Yang nodded, "I have a high vision, I hope you have something that I can like here."

The middle-aged man smiled confidently: "Customer, don't worry, this is the slaves in our slave market are definitely good people. What are your requirements for slaves?"

Chu Yang asked inadvertently: "I want to know where the slaves here come from? I won't cause any trouble if I buy the slaves here?"

The middle-aged man was not surprised at all about Chu Yang's words: "Don't worry, our slaves here are absolutely clean, they are almost all prisoners of war on the battlefield, and there will be no future troubles."

Are prisoners of war on the battlefield?

Thinking that Niu Mang was still suffering, Chu Yang couldn't help but feel stinging in his heart.

"I want to buy slaves above the seventh level of the Lingwu Realm, and take me to see them." Chu Yang said to the middle-aged man.

"Okay, guest, please come with me. Slaves above the seventh level of the Lingwu Realm are all inside."

A middle-aged man smiled on his face. Those who could afford slaves above the seventh level of the Lingwu Realm were all big customers. If the transaction was successful, he would get a lot of commission.

Following the middle-aged man into the innermost part of the slave market, the slaves here are completely different from those outside, either sitting quietly in the cage or sleeping.

Those who were not sleeping, saw the middle-aged man and Chu Yang coming over, and their eyes were full of fierce gazes, as if they were to choose someone at any time.

"Guests, the slaves here are all at the seventh level of the Lingwu Realm." The middle-aged man smiled and said, "However, if you want to control these slaves, you need to have stronger strength than them. Guests..."

"Why, are you worried that I can't control them?" Chu Yang smiled faintly.

"I dare not, I just remind the guests." The middle-aged man waved his hand in a panic and shook his head.

Chu Yang walked through the cages, and these slaves were very quiet, looking at Chu Yang calmly. Some of them extended their energy and wanted to investigate Chu Yang.

However, these slaves were shocked and injured as Chu Yang snorted coldly. For a moment, a little fear appeared in the eyes of these slaves looking at Chu Yang.

The middle-aged man following Chu Yang couldn't help but be surprised.

Among the slaves who were injured by Chu Yang, there were many people at the ninth level of the Lingwu Realm. In other words, this guest with a yellow face was a Xuanwu Realm warrior.

Soon, Chu Yang walked around the cages and frowned and asked, "They are not the best slaves here, are they?"

Seeing Chu Yang's dissatisfaction, the middle-aged man quickly shook his head: "Of course not, but these are the best slaves among the slaves sold to the outside world in our slave market. None of them can be seen by customers?"

“There are still things that are not sold to the public?”

Chu Yang nodded, and hope arose in his heart.

The middle-aged man said: "Whether it is our slave market or the other four slave markets in the imperial capital, in addition to the slaves that are usually sold to the outside world, there are also some high-quality slaves. These slaves have extremely high martial arts talents and will not appear until the slave market is auctioned. At that time, we will auction them."

"The martial arts talent is extremely high? How do you classify these slaves?" Chu Yang couldn't help asking.

"Of course, they are classified according to their talented magical powers. The higher the quality of the talented magical powers, the better the average talent." The middle-aged man smiled.

"I heard that in the slave market, there will be slaves auctions for the two magical powers owners occasionally?" Chu Yang asked.

"The guest was joking. Even if you look at the entire empire, it is extremely rare. Even if you really have such slaves in our slave market, I can't know."

"What would you do if your slaves, the slave market really discovered the double magical power owner?"

"If there is such a slave, it will definitely be taken care of. If you raise it in a captive way, you will use the most advanced hidden measures. After all, it is a huge fortune. Twenty years ago, the slave market of the Yan family, in the imperial capital, a slave owner with two magical powers was auctioned. That slave was trained by them to the first level of Xuanwu Realm, and finally sold a sky-high price of 500 top-grade Yuan stones."

"Five hundred top-grade Yuan stones?"

Chu Yang was shocked.

"The guest thinks it's expensive?" the middle-aged man asked with a smile.

"Isn't it expensive?" Chu Yang asked.

"Guest, I will tell you something, you may not think it is expensive. The slave who owns the two magical powers back then was bid for by the royal prince, the current emperor. The former first-level slave of the Xuanwu realm is now the strongest dead soldier under the emperor's current command. His cultivation level is said to have entered the ninth level of the Xuanwu realm."

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Do you still think it's expensive now?"

The ninth level of Xuanwu Realm?

Chu Yang took a breath of air conditioning.

The talent of the owner of dual magical powers is indeed amazing.

"Guest, if you are not interested in these slaves, you can only wait for the auction in our slave market. Our latest auction will be held in two months."

After the middle-aged man realized that Chu Yang was a martial artist in the Xuanwu realm, he became a little respectful.

"good."

Chu Yang nodded and walked away, feeling a little heavy.

Next, he went to the Yan family's slave market and there were three other slave markets, but he found no clues about the whereabouts of Niu Mang.

The information obtained from the population of the next four slave markets is exactly the same as what the middle-aged people in the Zhan family slave market said. Even if there are indeed slaves in their slave market who are found to be possessed by dual magical powers, they will be hidden.

"Lan Ting said that the slave market where he and Niu Mang were located was planned to wait until Niu Mang's cultivation level broke through to the Xuanwu realm before auctioning it."

Chu Yang's face darkened. It was difficult to find Niu Mang now.

Not to mention that he doesn't know which slave market Niu Mang is in, even if he knows that with the powerful forces behind these slave markets, Niu Mang will hide it very secretly, which he can't easily discover.

At this moment, Chu Yang even felt like he was looking for a needle in a haystack.

"Niu Gang...Where are you guys?"

In the guest room of an inn in the Imperial Capital, Chu Yang asked the waiter to take a plate of water, washed away the yellow wax on his face, and his heart was as deep as water.

The imperial capital is in a quiet dungeon.

This is a private dungeon that imprisons some high-quality slaves. These slaves are valuable to the slave market to which the dungeon belongs.

The private dungeon is like a maze. Each prison is independent and has good sound insulation. Even if you shout, you can't hear any movement in another adjacent cage separated by a special wall of several meters.

Almost all the slaves here were brought in and out with their eyes blindfolded. The black cloth on their eyes would not be removed until they were put into prison.

No one of the slaves here knows where they were locked up. However, compared to entering the slave market, their living conditions here are obviously much better. Not only do they have wine and meat for every meal, but they can also get some Yuanshi practice every time.

If they were not slaves, they might have liked this kind of life.

They knew that the slave market was so captive to be able to sell themselves at a good price at future auctions.

"Nine, it's time to eat."

A prison window was opened, and a plate of food was put in. There was wine and meat inside the food.

The young man with messy hair seemed to be used to the life here and had a lot of food and drink.

After eating, he glanced at Yuan Shi who was put in with the food just now, frowned and shouted, "Hey! Why are there fewer Yuan Shi? Let me tell you, if you dare to fill your personal pockets, I will definitely report you when you come next time, and I won't ask if you can deduct Yuan Shi from Uncle Niu?"

The middle-aged man who was guarding outside the prison looked ugly. He didn't expect that he had just deducted a medium-grade Yuan stone and was discovered by the people inside.

"Mr. Niu, it's my fault. I accidentally fell through it just now. Don't tell the manager about this matter."

The middle-aged man panickedly threw the middle-grade Yuanshi into prison and said in panic.

"It's okay if you don't say it. Next time, I'll give me two more pots of wine." A voice from the prison came out.

“Yes, yes.”

The middle-aged man hurriedly said, feeling helpless and depressed.

In the past few months, in this dungeon, no one knows that the people in the No. 9 prison are the most difficult to serve. When he was assigned here, he almost cried. The oil and water that can be deducted in other prisons can't be retrieved here.

"Are he a slave or I a slave?"

More than once, middle-aged people think this way in their hearts.

In the prison, Niu Mang put away the middle-grade Yuanshi, and a little sadness appeared on his face.

In just one year, his life has undergone earth-shaking changes.

He was originally a disciple of the inner sect of Jiwu Sect. He realized his second magical power after a sudden enlightenment. He thought he could soar into the sky. Unexpectedly, although he was in trouble, he saved his life, but because he was unwilling to betray the sect, he worshipped the Blood Demon Sect. In the end, he was sold to the underground slave market of Yunyue Kingdom by the Blood Demon Sect and lived a life that was worse than beasts.

It was not until later that he was sent to the Imperial Capital of the Moshi Empire that his life changed.

Ever since he was the owner of the dual magical powers, he was discovered by the head of the slave market, and he was isolated in this place, with good wine and meat every day, and a lot of Yuanshi practice.

If it weren't for the slave mark on his forehead, he would have thought he had been in heaven.

"No matter what, since I have such good practice conditions, why would I miss it? Perhaps, if I am sold to someone else in the future, with all my strength, I can also find an opportunity to escape and find my brother."

Niu Gang muttered, "I don't know where Chu Yang is now."

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