Chapter 61 Black Market Ordinary Alliance"I'm here to buy someone," Dai Youheng said concisely, his voice flat and without inflection."Oh? We have many slaves here. Does the customer have any specific requirements?" The merchant's eyes flashed with understanding as he asked skillfully."Age, between twenty and forty years old. Must be a Spirit Master, the higher the level, the better. Most importantly, sufficient combat experience is required," Dai Youheng stated his demands. He didn't need a mere display with high levels but a true warrior who could fight and had seen blood.The merchant, hearing this, twirled his small mustache and gave an "I understand" smile, but then rubbed his hands, "Customer, your requirements are quite high. A Spirit Master with extensive combat experience? The price, well, it won't be cheap.""Money is not an issue," Dai Youheng's tone remained flat. "As long as the goods meet my requirements."With that, he took out a gold soul coin card, one that required at least a million gold coins to obtain.Although he had bought nearly nine million worth of items at Treasure Gathering Pavilion, he still had over three million gold coins on him.When the merchant saw the gold soul coin card, his eyes instantly widened, and his smile immediately became incredibly enthusiastic and fawning, his waist bending slightly. "No problem, absolutely no problem! Honored guest, you are truly a straightforward person! We, the Mediocrity Alliance, can't boast about much else, but our high-quality goods are definitely abundant! Please follow me to the inner hall to sit for a moment. I will immediately bring you the list and video data of items that meet your requirements, guaranteed to satisfy you!"Dai Youheng nodded and followed the merchant to the inner hall. He sneered inwardly; the power of money was indeed the most direct and effective in such a place. The nine million gold coins from looting were already used up, but the vast sums he had won from Dai Huabin and obtained through "robbing the rich to help the poor" now came in handy.Soon, the shrewd Mediocrity Alliance merchant returned, followed by two assistants carrying a thick wooden box. The box was filled with thick dossiers and recording crystals."Honored guest, all the information you requested is here." The merchant, a smile plastered on his face, gestured for the assistants to place the box on the table in front of Dai Youheng. "These are all the goods that currently meet your requirements: ages twenty to forty, Spirit Master cultivation, and noted as having practical combat experience. Please take your time to review them, and if you find anything you like, just call me."Dai Youheng nodded slightly and casually picked up the top dossier to open it.The Mediocrity Alliance was indeed meticulous; each file included a clear photo or an image stored in a recording crystal, detailing the slave's name, age, gender, Spirit, spirit power level, spirit ring configuration, and a simple explanation of their background and an assessment of their characteristics.He flipped through quickly, his sharp gaze sweeping over each piece of information. The origins of most slaves were vaguely handled, simply stating "war capture," "debt collateral," or "reliable source." He wasn't interested in these, only in their practical combat ability and current state.He filtered through several consecutively; some had low levels, others had ordinary Spirit potential, or the assessment noted a timid personality or chronic illness.It wasn't until he turned to dossier number thirty-seven that his finger paused slightly.The man in the photo appeared to be around thirty years old, with sharp features, and even in the static image, his eyes conveyed an untamed arrogance and a deep-seated gloom. The file read:[Ling Ya]Gender: MaleAge: 30 years oldSpirit: Ice Feathered Eaglespirit power Level: Level 42 attack system Battle Spirit Ancestorspirit ring Configuration: Yellow, Yellow, Purple, PurpleRemarks: Fourth-grade Soul EngineerAssessment: Fierce combat style, rich practical combat experience, good integration of Spirit Master and Soul Engineer abilities.Warning: Extremely strong hatred, especially towards the aristocratic class; requires strict control."Spirit Ancestor cultivation, Fourth-grade Soul Engineer, ice-attribute Spirit Master." A flicker of interest appeared in Dai Youheng's eyes. A Spirit Master who also cultivated spirit tools and could reach a Fourth-grade level at this age was a decent talent.Although his Level 42 spirit power indicated that his cultivation talent wasn't top-tier, this precisely met Dai Youheng's needs; he didn't require talent, only a vessel capable of bearing power and possessing sufficient combat experience. The assessment of "extremely strong hatred" became a potential advantage in his eyes.And that Ice Feathered Eagle Spirit, its ice attribute, was very compatible with Dai Youheng's first Spirit Ability.Although he could now elevate someone directly to Titled Douluo, it would only be a beginner-level Titled Douluo at level ninety, with limited combat power.But what about a level ninety Titled Douluo with an ultimate attribute? An Ice Feathered Eagle Spirit, already ice-attributed, if it consumed his first Spirit Ability, the snow soul condensing ice pill, could control ultimate ice better than other attributes.A level ninety ice-attribute Titled Douluo with ultimate ice could instantly unleash combat power that might approach the Super Douluo level.Ordinary Titled Douluo were not particularly impressive, but Super Douluo were considered high-end combat power anywhere.Yan Shaozhe, the dean of Shrek Academy, was only level ninety-five, just reaching the threshold of a Super Douluo.He tapped the dossier with his finger and looked at the merchant beside him, "A Spirit Master plus a Fourth-grade Soul Engineer, such a composite talent isn't common here, is it? How did he end up in your hands?" Dai Youheng asked seemingly casually.The merchant's habitual smile stiffened for a moment, then he chuckled, "Honored guest, you jest. Our Mediocrity Alliance values its reputation above all else. The specific origins of our goods are strictly confidential, which is also to protect the seller's rights. You only need to know that the source is absolutely clean, the procedures are complete, and it will not bring you any subsequent trouble."Dai Youheng nodded knowingly, no longer pressing the issue. He understood the rules of the black market; further questions were useless."Take me to see this Ling Ya," he said, putting down the dossier."Alright, this way, please!" The merchant immediately bowed and led the way.Passing through several heavily guarded, oppressive corridors, they arrived at the slave detention area.The air was filled with a faint smell of mildew mixed with disinfectant. Rows of specialized metal cages held people of all kinds, most with vacant eyes or filled with fear.In front of a cage in a corner, the merchant stopped. "Honored guest, this is Ling Ya."Dai Youheng looked over. He saw a man dressed in tattered grey sackcloth, curled up in the corner of the cage, his hands and feet bound by heavy shackles, on which faint runes flickered, clearly meant to seal spirit power.Even in such a deplorable state, his back remained ramrod straight. Hearing the movement, he suddenly lifted his head, and his eagle-like eyes instantly erupted with undisguised hatred and ferocity, almost solidified, fixed on Dai Youheng, or rather, fixed on the aristocratic status represented by Dai Youheng's obviously expensive clothing."Interesting…" Dai Youheng mused inwardly. "This hatred doesn't seem to be faked.""Boss," Dai Youheng turned to the merchant, "Please prepare a quiet room. I'd like to talk to him alone.""Of course, of course, it's the customer's right to understand the goods." The merchant nodded repeatedly and immediately ordered his subordinates, "Quick, bring the merchandise to Talk Room Number Three!"Soon, Ling Ya, cage and all, was moved into a small but relatively clean room. The merchant and others withdrew, leaving only Dai Youheng and Ling Ya, who was like a trapped beast in his cage, in the room.Dai Youheng calmly sat down in the room's only chair, meeting the bloodshot, hate-filled eyes with a tranquil gaze.
