Chapter 33 - Slave?

As the sun rose, a bird's chirp resounded from a lone tree in the middle of the large courtyard. A ray of sunlight bathed the courtyard when the peaceful silence was disrupted by the creak of a door.

A tall man in a black robe stepped out of the door with silver whitish hair drooping to his waist. His brows scrunched as a ray of sunlight fell on his face, highlighting his otherworldly appearance. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before standing in the same spot for a while as if relishing every moment of the dawn.

As he exhaled, he expelled a warm breath. As soon as he opened it, his blue eyes turned to the lone tree in the center of the courtyard.

His gaze was drawn to the many dents and scratches on the tree's trunk. Memories of last night flashed through his mind as sudden enlightenment helped him understand the concept of intent.

He raised his hand as his gaze fixed on his palm, and a small semi-transparent white arc floated above his palm for a fraction of a second before disappearing into nothingness. A sigh escaped his lips as he clenched his fists, but then a voice echoed in his mind.

"Don't be disappointed; you only gained enlightenment yesterday; it will take some time to use intent without the sword. Be grateful for the ability to use sword intent. Many cultivators died in grief because they couldn't comprehend the concept of intent."

"I know, I know, I was simply trying," He mumbled as he made his way to the courtyard's gate. A black mask appeared in his hand, which he placed on his face.

But the moment he opened the gate, He noticed a carriage parked in the distance. When he noticed the driver dozing off while leaning against the carriage, he cracked a grin.

He approached the driver slowly and quietly, coughing slightly as he stood in front of him. The driver's eyes were delirious as he slowly opened them. His mind was still drowsy as he stared at the man in front of him for a few seconds before his eyes bulged out as he stood straight and yelled, "Yo... Young Master!"

"Calm down. If you want to sleep, sleep properly," Andy said softly as he patted the driver's shoulders.

However, the driver shook his head hurriedly as he said, "What are you saying, young master? I just closed my eyes for a second before you arrived. Where do you want to go? I'll just drive you there."

But Andy shook his head and said, "Not now, I'd just like to go for a walk."

"Young Master, how can you say this? You only need to tell me where you want to go. I'll walk you there." But he immediately covered his mouth with his hand, his face flushed as he stared at Andy with his ugly eyes.

Andy shook his head and walked away.

But as soon as he stepped out into the street, he was greeted by the sight of the morning market, where people were setting up their stalls. Countless people turned to look at him, their eyes filled with reverence. Many people are familiar with this mysterious Young Master Andy as they were present at the sect's gathering and witnessed a legend unfold before their eyes.

Many people made way for him as he walked, and many bowed to him. Andy smiled as he gazed around the sparsely populated street. His days on Earth flashed before his eyes, but then the voice of the Demon Lord echoed in his mind, "Why are you always depressed as if someone has died? Man, how are you going to live a long life if you spend half of it in depression?"

Andy froze for a moment before he retorted, "Who said I was depressed? It's called nostalgia. Understand. But how will you understand? Half of my life was spent on the streets like this, struggling to earn a living. But how will you understand who was born with a silver spoon? And, to be honest, I'm feeling a bit lonely these days."

As he strolled through the street, Demon Lord's voice echoed in his head again, "Silver spoon? Who the hell told you I was born with a silver spoon? And why are you feeling lonely? Ain't I with you?"

When Andy heard Demon Lord's rant, he became speechless; his face turned strange, but before he could reply, his attention was drawn to the commotion at a distance.

When he noticed that a large crowd was encircling a large building, he scrunched his brows and stared at it. But then he slapped his forehead hard and mumbled, "Why the fuck did I forget about this?"

Andy knew from his memories of Lu An that this building was well known for its slave trade. And in the book, just after the sect's Gathering, Fang Yan luckily found a woman in this market. Later in the book, it was revealed that the woman was the daughter of a very powerful family in the upper world. And, like the Demon Lord, she fell into this world with her cultivation and memories sealed.

As he approached the building, he took a deep breath, and his heartbeat quickened. The description of her beauty in the book was so detailed that he could vividly picture the woman in front of him. Many people saw him as he was about to enter the building and cleared the way, gazing at him with a look of worship in their eyes.

However, as soon as he stepped inside the building, all of his expectations were squashed. His eyes were met with a rare sight, while an unusual stench assaulted his nose, and his ears heard the commotion of many people bidding for slaves. He looked up and saw several men, women, and children chained and locked up, their unsightly dirty bodies barely covered by clothes.

But then, out of nowhere, a skinny man in a white robe with a square face and a thin black moustache approached him, clasped his hand, and said, "I'm grateful to see Young Master Andy in this humble shop. Please let me know what I can do for you."

Andy scowled when he saw this man, but he said softly, "I'm just looking for a slave girl. Could you show me some?"

The owner was stunned for a moment before a meaningful smile appeared on his face. "You have come to the right place. Come with me. I will show you the special pieces,"

Andy frowned but continued to follow the man as he made his way to the store's basement.

But it astonished him when he entered a large hall. The view here differs greatly from the one from the entrance. Every slave here was a beautiful woman; even though they were chained, they were clean and well-dressed. Even he was surprised since it was the first time in his life that he had seen so many beautiful women in one place. But suddenly, he heard the owner's voice.

"You can pick from any of them; I specifically chose many of them for young masters like you."

Andy looked at the owner and nodded, his gaze sweeping over these women, who were staring at him in awe. Many of them even gave him a seductive smile, and some even exposed their bodies to attract him.

As he walked, he observed every beauty in the cage.

Andy frowned, as he couldn't find the one he was looking for. Although every woman was beautiful, none of them matched the beauty described in the book.

As he turned to leave, a sigh escaped his lips, but he was frozen in place when he noticed a figure slouching in a cage, her face hidden between her knees, her silky blue hair creating a distinct aura around her.

As his eyes fixed on that figure, his lips curled into a smile as he muttered,

"She is the one,"