Becoming Great Emperor by Playing Game-Chapter 415: Slave No. 1, Innate Enchanting Physique

Chapter 415: Chapter 415: Slave No. 1, Innate Enchanting Physique

Three days and nights.

The moon was bright and stars were sparse.

Chen Lan finally walked out of Confusion Valley. Even with direction, it still took him three days and nights, proving just how vast Confusion Valley was.

"Senior, now that we’re out of Confusion Valley, I need to find you a brand-new physical body," Chen Lan summoned the World Map. The soul body of the Forbidden Heaven Old Demon flew out from it, looking extremely anxious.

"Demon Emperor, you should still call me Little Tian. That’s what you always called me before. I really can’t get used to you calling me senior now."

If he had a physical form, the Forbidden Heaven Old Demon would be sweating profusely by now. How could the mighty Demon Emperor call him senior? What merit did he have? In terms of age, he hadn’t lived as long as the Demon Emperor; in terms of strength, he wasn’t as strong; in terms of array formation, he was even less comparable. He just wasn’t worthy.

If any of his old buddies heard about it, they’d want to pull out his nerves and bones. Everyone respects the Demon Emperor, and yet he’s calling him senior? It was really shortening his lifespan!

Upon hearing this, Chen Lan thought for a moment. Although he is now Chen Lan, his first life was as the Demon Emperor. Always calling someone senior might be too much for the frail heart of the Forbidden Heaven Old Demon. It was indeed unsuitable; he should consider himself in the identity of the Demon Emperor.

"Then I’ll call you Forbidden Heaven," Chen Lan said calmly. Asking him to call an old man who looked older than him Little Tian was something he just couldn’t say. It was too awkward.

"As you command, Demon Emperor," the Forbidden Heaven Old Demon breathed a sigh of relief, knelt on one knee, and cupped his fists.

As long as it wasn’t some honorable title like senior, he could be called anything.

Otherwise, those old buddies would really tear him to pieces.

Chen Lan’s Divine Sense scanned around and happened to see a city. He wondered if there would be a suitable physical body there.

In an instant, Chen Lan arrived in that city, stepped past the guards, and entered the city.

After casually asking a passerby, he learned that this place was called Milo Country, and the sovereign was a quasi-Taoist Saint.

"Have you heard? The once-in-a-millennium slave auction is about to start, and who knows how many will be sold this time, or if there will be any geniuses among them."

"Every slave auction always has some good potentials. It’s all about whether everyone’s funds are sufficient. The last auction, there was an Aurora Saint Body. After awakening, it became terrifying and is now a powerful Daoist Venerable."

"Damn, that’s impressive. Come to think of it, how did these powerful sacred bodies become slaves? It’s so strange."

"You’ve asked the right person for this question. All of them are captured right from birth and have a Soul Mark imprinted on them, making them eternal slaves. Even if they awaken a sacred body later, they cannot betray. Their fate is exceedingly tragic."

"But with such atrocity, don’t those prestigious factions or the Buddhist Sect take action to punish them?"

"Ha, do you know who is behind this slave trade? It’s the Chaos Realm Lord, whom even the Eight Great Holy Lands fear—an existence at the Dao Emperor stage. Who would dare to punish them?"

At this moment, Chen Lan heard a few people chatting at a nearby teahouse. After listening to their conversation clearly, he frowned slightly, pondering over the implications.

Chaos Realm Lord, a Dao Emperor stage, an existence even the Eight Great Holy Lands fear?

However, Chen Lan was more interested in the former. Perhaps in the slave trade, he could find a suitable physical body.

Although selling slaves is extremely unethical and violates the principles of heaven and humanity, he’s no saint. If that boy had nothing to do with him, he wouldn’t intervene.

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Celestial Dragon Commerce Association.

Chen Lan found out that the slave auction here would start in half an hour. Each person needed to pay ten superior-grade Spirit Stones to enter, and funds were checked. Only those with at least ten thousand superior-grade Spirit Stones could truly enter the venue.

With Chen Lan’s funds, he easily got in and was even assigned a front position, allowing him a better view of the slaves.

He immediately used his Divine Sense to scan the surroundings, making the corners of his mouth slightly curl up. Unexpectedly, the slave auction was quite attracting. There were two Taoist Saints present, hidden with Magical Treasures, but under his powerful soul path, they had nowhere to hide and were immediately identified.

Two Taoist Saints, eight Daoist Venerables, and over a hundred Great Emperors, but these Great Emperors were likely Elders or disciples of some sects, as their positions were different. A few Great Emperors even sat closer to the front than the Daoist Venerables.

This positioning had its reasoning, arranged according to the distribution of funds. The richer people sat closer to the front.

Furthermore, behind the auction stage, he also sensed a Taoist Saint presiding. This Taoist Saint didn’t hide anything; instead, they openly emitted their aura, more terrifying than the two Taoist Saints, which is why the two didn’t dare make a move.

Chen Lan estimated that the one behind the scenes should have about fifteen Dao Path patterns. If they fought, it might take time, provided that he didn’t reveal his Divine Bone. If he used the Divine Bone, he’d achieve a quick victory.

The half-hour quickly passed, and the noise on site gradually quieted down as a female auctioneer twisted her waist and walked up.

Chen Lan glanced a few times and found that the people here were much calmer compared to the auction in the Ancient Wilderness Demon Realm. But it’s normal; they were cultivators of this realm, unlikely to be swayed by beauty. The higher the cultivation, the less they were interested in worldly desires.

"Welcome everyone to this slave auction. I am today’s auctioneer. You can call me Xiao Qin."

"The auction rules are as usual: the highest bidder wins. The slaves will appear one by one. If no one bids within a hundred breaths, the slave will be unsold."

As soon as she finished speaking, someone raised a hand wanting to speak. Xiao Qin smiled at the man, "Sir, please go ahead."

"What happens to the slaves that don’t get sold?" the man curiously asked, this being his first time attending.

Likewise, Chen Lan was also very concerned about this question.

"Death," Xiao Qin replied with a smile, her tone extremely calm, without a hint of fluctuation.

Hearing this answer, the man showed slight fear, nodded, and sat down. Clearly, he didn’t expect such an outcome.

Chen Lan frowned slightly. An unsold fate is death; it was too cruel. But it wasn’t his business. He didn’t have the time to meddle in others’ affairs.

"Alright, if there are no further questions, let’s begin the auction. Now, let’s welcome Slave No. 1 to the stage."

As she finished speaking, Xiao Qin clapped her hands. The wooden board on the stage slowly opened, and an iron cage rose from below, containing a person in tattered clothing, just a very simple cloth garment. It was a woman, with skin as black as charcoal, crouched with her head buried in her knees, making it impossible to see her face.

Just by looking at the body, one could see that this woman was short, at most 160 cm, extremely thin, probably just a teenager.

Chen Lan noticed a few people beside him showing lascivious expressions. It seemed these people didn’t dislike beauty, but rather had more peculiar preferences!

"Slave No. 1, physique is Innately Alluring Body, realm is Celestial Immortal Realm."