42 Choosing a Slave (1/2)

He Xi went back to her good-looking youngster look and very quickly sold Zhang Dezhong for a good price at the butcher market.

She was wearing a white robe, her face looked like a crown jade, and her lips were red and teeth pearly white. Her entire body exuded a cold aura and clearly did not fit into the noisy and dirty butcher market.

However, He Xi did not care about the people's weird and greedy looks.

In the past, she had played all sorts of rules because of her missions and had attracted a lot of attention from quite a few of them. She had long ignored other people's gazes towards her; of course, firstly, they must not have ill intentions towards her.

He Xi sized up the entire butcher market and found that this place was a messy market compared to the lavish Tao Tie Pavilion.

Just that, the stall owners did not sell food but live humans and beasts.

A wide variety of slaves sat in rusty cages: there were men and women, cultivators and civilians. There were even orcs of weird shapes and sizes at the higher-end stalls.

They were all crouching in their tiny cages, with scars all over their bodies. Some of them had a numb gaze, some were whimpering softly, and others were beaten until they were hanging onto their last breath as they had protested too loudly.

One could even say that this was the most crowded place in Yan Jing City and was also the darkest place in the entire country that could be compared to a living hell.

He Xi's gaze swept past the pitiful slaves, but there were not many emotions in her heart.

The strong would always bully the weak. This was an undisputed fact in every society; no one could be an exception. If one was not capable enough to protect oneself, one's ending would be worse than the slaves.

However, now, because of some reason; she could not attain cultivation. However, she could still use external powers to protect herself.