Chapter 391: Slave Trader

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Although the sound in the wind was very faint, Zeng Yi still caught it and immediately stood up from the ground, with a hint of surprise on his face.

Isn't this perfect? I can go up there and ask for directions. If I'm lucky, they might be friendly and even give me a ride.

Patting the soil off his buttocks and picking up the sword from the ground, Zeng Yi took a light step and swiftly ran in a certain direction.

Even though he was not a spirit master yet, thanks to practicing the Wind Control Sword Technique given by the system, Zeng Yi's speed was extremely fast. This was probably his greatest advantage, even surpassing that of spirit masters.

Based on the sound of the wind he heard just now, Zeng Yi estimated that the distance was about a thousand meters.

As he got closer to the target, the sound in the wind became clearer and clearer.

Snap!

With a crisp whip sound followed by a tragic scream.

Zeng Yi, who was running, couldn't help but furrow his brows. Something seemed off about those people, so he stopped in his tracks.

When one goes out, one should mind their own business and avoid unnecessary trouble. Zeng Yi understood this very well.

However, he could tell from the extremely miserable scream that it was the voice of a girl about the same age as him.

Is she being bullied?

From the sound in the wind, Zeng Yi gathered a lot of information. The other party consisted of several middle-aged men.

Rationally speaking, he shouldn't go over there. Even if it wasn't to save someone, just asking for directions, but clearly, the other party wasn't good people. What if they targeted him as well?

He should leave; that was the right choice.

However, there was a voice inside him telling him to go.

Standing still, Zeng Yi looked in the direction where the sound came from, struggling and hesitating in his eyes. Finally, a bitter smile appeared on his face.

"I never expected that I would still have a sense of justice in my heart. Haha."

After speaking, Zeng Yi resolutely headed towards that direction.

Of course, Zeng Yi didn't directly go forward and act like a hero. Instead, he hid in a nearby dark place, quietly observing the situation.

Several people were sitting on an open space a hundred meters away, taking a rest.

Among them were three middle-aged men, one fat, one short, and one tall and strong with a fierce countenance that made him look unapproachable.

In this group, there was also a young girl who appeared to be about five or six years old. Her frail and small body was dressed in tattered clothes that barely qualified as clothing; they were more like rags randomly draped over her.

Her small hands and feet were bound with iron chains. The shoes she wore were so worn out that they barely resembled shoes, revealing feet that were covered in wounds.

There were many bruises on her skin, even bleeding fresh blood.

The girl leaned against the corner of a tree, her short chestnut hair incredibly messy, her emaciated face devoid of any expression in her hollow eyes.

Meanwhile, those adults sat beside her, drinking alcohol with bare arms, chatting away, completely ignoring the girl's appearance.

From a distance, Zeng Yi saw this scene, his eyes widened, and he froze in place.

A flame of anger burned fiercely in his heart.

"Boss, can we sell this girl for a good price?"

"Monkey, don't be fooled by her current appearance. She is actually quite beautiful. Once she is cleaned up and properly dressed in the city, she will be an exquisite and beautiful porcelain doll!"

"In all my years, this is the first time I've come across someone like her. As long as she doesn't become disabled in the future, she will definitely be a beauty. Those noble gentlemen will love her."

"Unfortunately, she's a useless person without any spirit power. She can only be a decorative vase."

"Haha, if she had spirit power, would we even have the chance to snatch her?"

"Hahaha, true!"

Zeng Yi was close to them and could clearly hear their conversation.

Slave Traders, huh?

Looking at those smug slave traders, Zeng Yi's eyes revealed a sense of disgust.

No matter which world it was, such dark and dirty transactions would never disappear.

Watching the people across from him, Zeng Yi couldn't help but draw his sword, but then he realized that he wasn't a spirit master yet. If the other side had a spirit master, he would be walking right into the tiger's den.

Suppressing his anger and the urge to draw his sword, Zeng Yi began to calmly think about how to handle the situation.

Should he ask for help?

The problem was that they were in the wilderness. Where could he find help?

Moreover, this world was not his original world, and there was nobody here who would care about other people's business except for himself.

Right!

At that moment, Zeng Yi's eyes lit up as he thought of a good idea.

Gazing at the people across from him, Zeng Yi silently invoked a command in his mind to check their information.

Soon, the basic information of the other side appeared in his eyes, as if it were a character panel from a game, projected onto his pupils.

It could be considered a cheat that the system left for Zeng Yi.

If the other side had a spirit master at their level, then he could only apologize to the little girl and himself.

Zeng Yi thought to himself that he wouldn't sacrifice his life for a person he had never seen before just because of some sense of justice.

However, if it was within his abilities, he would lend a helping hand.

[Name: Wang Erhu]

[Age: 34]

[Spirit: Wood Stick]

[Spirit Power: Level 9]

The information of the three people appeared in Zeng Yi's eyes, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

One had Level 3 spirit power, another Level 4, and the strongest was only Level 9. They didn't have any spirit rings. Zeng Yi believed that he should be able to handle opponents like this.

Well, in the end, he was a Level 10 spirit cultivator. He should easily defeat them.

However, the talent of these people was too low. They were already in their thirties but hadn't even broken through to become spirit masters. It seemed that when they awakened their Martial Spirits, their innate spirit power was only at the basic level, not even Level 1.

Facing opponents weaker than himself, Zeng Yi made up his mind to become a hero for a while.

After all, he was a traveler. In other worlds, weren't the initial battles always against opponents who were stronger than oneself?

If he couldn't have a pleasant experience in fighting people lower level than him, he might as well find a rock to smash himself to death!

"Boss, if we can sell her for a good price this time, will you be able to break through to Level 10 spirit power?"

"That's right. I'm about to break through. Once we have the money, I'll buy some cultivation resources and successfully break through to Level 10. Then, I can fuse with a spirit ring and become an esteemed spirit master. Hahaha!"

"Congratulations in advance, Boss! When you become a spirit master, please take care of us!"

"Of course, by that time, we'll enjoy a life of luxury together, enjoying good food and wine, and playing with women. Hahaha~"

"I actually know a place where we can enjoy luxury. Let me secretly tell you, the women there are wild and fierce!"

"Where is it? Tell us quickly."

Drinking, the people became somewhat intoxicated, and for a moment, they couldn't tell whose voice was whose.

"Hell. What do you say? Shall I give you a ride?"

Once these words were spoken, the people instantly felt that something was wrong, and their minds sobered up.

"Who's there!"

Wang Erhu, the leader of the slave traders, quickly stood up, turned around, and looked in the direction where a young boy was standing only five meters away. The boy held a long sword in his arms and had a somewhat inexperienced face, but also a touch of coldness.