Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul is the Black Dragon, I am the Lord of the Gods

Chapter 13 He is not a slave

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"stop!"

A rough shout rang out, followed by several tall figures blocking the path of Dugu Yan and her companion.

"What do you want to do?" Dugu Yan asked, her eyes narrowing slightly.

"How much is this slave? Name your price, and I, the prince, will take him." A richly dressed man who looked to be around sixteen or seventeen years old walked out of the crowd, surrounded by several guards.

"Slave?" Dugu Yan was taken aback.

The wealthy man pointed with his folding fan at Xuanming, who was standing behind Dugu Yan, and said, "Name your price for this kid."

“He is not a slave,” Dugu Yan said.

"No?" The wealthy man raised an eyebrow.

The woman's clothes clearly indicated that she was either rich or noble, while the boy behind her was dressed in tattered black cloth. What else could these two be but master and slave walking together?
"Oh, I see. You're planning to take him to the auction house and sell him for a good price, right?" The wealthy man had an expression as if he had discovered the truth.

"No need for such trouble, just name your price, this prince can afford it."

“I told you, he’s not a slave,” Dugu Yan said impatiently.

"Get out of the way."

"Oh, you're quite arrogant, aren't you?" The wealthy man frowned slightly.

"It's an honor for you that I, the prince, am asking you to buy. Hurry up and name your price, or you'll regret it."

If this weren't Tiandou City, and not the capital of his Barak Kingdom, why would he need to waste words?
They just grabbed it!
"Two hundred thousand gold soul coins, would you buy it?"

Before Dugu Yan could speak, Xuan Ming quoted himself a price.

"Two hundred thousand?" The wealthy man laughed in anger.

Why didn't you just say two million?

“Your Highness, with looks like that, she could certainly fetch that price at an auction,” a servant whispered.

Such a peculiar physical mutation would surely attract many collectors; while 200,000 is a bit high, it's still within reasonable limits.

"Are you sure?" The wealthy man's expression was somewhat unnatural.

Two hundred thousand gold soul coins. Even if he were a prince, if he spent that much money just to buy a special slave, his father would beat him to death.

“Your Highness, I was referring to the auction price, but this boy hasn’t even entered the auction hall yet,” the attendant said.

"Oh?" The wealthy man raised an eyebrow.

"This is Heaven Dou City, isn't this a bad idea?"

“He’s just a slave; no one will care,” the attendant said.

The wealthy man nodded. "That's true."

He is a prince of the Barak Kingdom and the cousin of the current emperor of the Tiandou Empire. He's just a slave, so why should we steal him!

"What do you want to do?" Dugu Yan asked coldly, looking at the several attendants who had surrounded her.

"Your slave has offended this prince. I'm taking him back to teach him a lesson," the wealthy man said calmly.

"You dare!?" Dugu Yan shouted coldly, having completed the Martial Soul Possession. Her pair of green eyes became exceptionally sharp, and her icy aura was devoid of any human emotion.

The wealthy man felt a little flustered by the stare, but when he noticed that Dugu Yan only had a yellow spirit ring, he regained his composure and said, "How dare you! How dare you offend this prince!"

"Take them all down!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the four tall guards summoned their martial spirits, and various spirit rings rose up, all of them being at least three-ring Soul Masters.

Noticing the commotion, many passersby stopped to watch. "Who dares to move?!" Dugu Yan shouted.

Upon seeing Dugu Yan's peculiar martial spirit, the attendant beside the wealthy man turned pale. "Your Highness, this looks like Bi Lin..."

"Who cares about the green scales and black scales?" the wealthy man said, looking displeased.

"How dare a mere Soul Master oppose this prince? He's gone too far!"

"Take them all down!"

Upon hearing this, several guards immediately surrounded them.

Upon seeing this, Dugu Yan panicked.

What's going on? You can't even recognize her martial spirit?
"It seems that having a very rare martial soul isn't necessarily a good thing," Xuanming said.

The Azure Phosphorous Serpent Martial Soul is almost extinct; at least currently, only the Dugu Bo family in the Douluo Continent openly possesses this Martial Soul.

Such a rare item is not something everyone can recognize.

"My grandfather is the Poison Douluo!" Dugu Yan shouted angrily.

"Stop shouting, let's run." Xuanming's eyes narrowed, and a tranquil white light instantly enveloped the space. The guards who were about to make their move suddenly felt as if they had fallen into a quagmire, their vision blurred, and even breathing became difficult.

Before these people could react, Xuanming grabbed Dugu Yan and ran away!
Upon first encountering his domain, the feeling of falling into a quagmire and having everything suppressed would frighten even a Title Douluo.

These guards, at least at the Soul Venerable level, were the same. It wasn't that they couldn't break free; they were just terrified, like new recruits who, upon first entering the battlefield and seeing a dead body for the first time, were so frightened that their minds went blank.

But once they come to their senses and unleash their soul power, they can easily break free from this restraint.

He wasn't even a Soul Master yet, and the huge gap in Soul Power level between him and these people was ultimately a fatal flaw.

"..."

After Xuanming pulled Dugu Yan away, the suppression effect of the domain disappeared, and the wealthy man and his guards were also freed from the quagmire.

"Your Highness, are you alright?" the attendant asked anxiously.

"Chase them! Bring them back!" The wealthy man, enraged by the stares of the onlookers, roared.

"Bring them back to me!"

The guards, having regained their senses, saw their prince's angry expression and dared not say anything, quickly chasing after him.

Xuanming, who hadn't run far, wanted to escape by relying on the crowd, but he didn't expect that as soon as the people on the roadside saw the pursuers with glowing soul rings behind them, they all moved to the side of the road, clearing it out.

Upon seeing this, a guard with a flying eagle martial spirit accelerated and flew forward, landing in the middle of the road.

The remaining guards quickly arrived and surrounded Xuanming and his companion.

"I am Dugu Yan! My grandfather is Poison Douluo Dugu Bo!" Dugu Yan shouted, unwilling to give up.

What's going on?! Is there any noble in Tiandou City who doesn't know her?
“I think they’re not locals, and they’ve never heard of your grandfather,” Xuanming said.

Dugu Bo lived alone and rarely went out. He didn't make any big news, unlike those titled Douluo born from major sects who had families to support. It's normal that no one had heard of his existence.

The passersby around them might know Dugu Yan, but they clearly didn't want to get involved and just wanted to watch the show.

"You still dare to run?" The wealthy man caught up, glaring angrily at Xuanming and his companion.

"Keep running!"

Dugu Yan looked around at the guards with some panic, "Can you still use that move you just used?"

They were both at least three-ring Soul Masters; with such a huge difference in cultivation, her Azure Phosphorus Serpent Venom was useless.

(End of this chapter)