My Arts Evolve When Perfected

No one would choose to offend the Three-Life Race. Nor would the Three-Life Race proactively bully any other power. Even the Celestial Star Shop in Little Oasis City—a business so far down the chain it was practically an affiliate of an affiliate’s affiliate of the Three-Life Race—had still treated him quite well.

Unless you were insane, you would never oppose the Three-Life Race. Otherwise, who knew how many Fusion Realm, or even Harmonization Realm, experts they could mobilize.

Realizing this, Jiang Qiu’s brows furrowed deeply. He contacted Ah Sheng, the manager of his branch in Oasis City No. 777, via his network and tried to ask for information about rescuing someone from the Celestial Star Arena.

He didn’t have high hopes, as Ah Sheng’s status was far too low. But to his surprise, he received a useful reply:

"Honorable sir, the arena in Celestial Star Oasis City is a place you enter but never leave. The slaves bought from every race across the myriad realms will all die in there, sooner or later.

"If you truly wish to rescue someone, you could contact one of the attendants, inform them of your identity, and then get in touch with one of the Three-Life Race’s supervisors. There might be a way to negotiate..."

Rescuing a slave wasn’t some heinous crime. As long as the price was right, even the Three-Life Race would be amenable.

Their primary motive was profit. They were particularly fond of hard currency and would never turn down a massive payday.

However, the person Jiang Qiu wanted to rescue was at the Dao Entry Realm...

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Qiu saw no better option. He decided to find an attendant in the arena and ask. Soon, in a resplendent, golden hall, a humanoid attendant dressed in a formal black and white uniform approached him.

His clothes resembled a suit from Blue Star, but he carried himself with an impeccable posture and had a certain flair and air of sophistication. An unknowing observer might have thought they’d walked into a top-tier restaurant, about to enjoy an outrageously expensive meal.

"Sir, how may I help you?"

The way he addressed Jiang Qiu was different from anyone else he had met since entering the Desolate Realm. It wasn’t "Honored Noble" or "Venerable Lord." He was respectful without being self-deprecating.

This was the confidence that came from being part of the Three-Life Race. The entire Celestial Star Arena belonged to them, and any noble who came here had to abide by their rules.

"The slaves sold here—can they be bought back?"

Jiang Qiu didn’t beat around the bush, stating his intention directly.

The attendant’s expression faltered; he clearly hadn’t expected such a direct question. He cleared his throat, his face becoming completely serious. "Sir, once slaves have been purchased, they become the property of the Celestial Star Arena. It is their purpose to generate wealth for us.

"If people could simply buy them back out, wouldn’t that turn the Celestial Star Arena into a mere slave-trading market?

"That..."

CLINK. Jiang Qiu casually produced a Yin Yang Coin, holding it between his fingers. The Nether Dark Spirit Charm swirling around it caused the temperature in the hall to drop, an aura he instantly concealed. "Tell me how to buy a slave out of here, and this Yin Yang Coin is yours."

GASP— The attendant drew a sharp breath, his eyes wide as he stared at the Yin Yang Coin in Jiang Qiu’s hand. He swallowed hard. Without a moment’s hesitation, he said, "If you really want to buy a slave, it’s not entirely impossible. The Celestial Star Arena is a massive enterprise with hundreds of thousands of slaves in reserve. One or two going missing won’t attract any notice.

"Who is the person you want to take? Let me see if I can pull some strings behind the scenes..."

Hearing this, Jiang Qiu nodded and tossed the Yin Yang Coin to him. The attendant cradled the coin-sized piece of high-grade currency, a grin splitting his face. ’This thing is worth a fortune!’

For an attendant like him, his meager salary was nothing compared to such a windfall. A single Yin Yang Coin was equivalent to ten million Primordial Basic Coins. Even in Celestial Star Oasis City, where every inch of land was as precious as gold, that was enough to buy a decent residence.

’Such a big spender! The man before him was clearly a generous person. A major client!’

"I have a friend who was sold here by accident. His name is Zhu Weiyi, of the Human Race."

Jiang Qiu gave him the basic information, and they quickly exchanged contact details to stay in touch.

Only then did he learn the attendant’s name was You Qian. He was indeed a member of the Three-Life Race, but it was a massive race, after all, and many of its people weren’t as wealthy as the popular image suggested.

The wealth disparity within such a vast power was often severe, which explained why he was working as an attendant. Still, to the natives of the Desolate Realm, he was a bona fide noble.

After You Qian promised to send concrete information soon, he got to work. Jiang Qiu didn’t linger, leaving the Celestial Star Arena to find temporary lodging.

As he thought it over, he realized Zhu Weiyi’s Realm was quite high. ’The price to free him will probably be terrifying,’ he thought. ’Can I really afford such a high price?’

After all, throughout the Primordial Great Realm, the Fusion Realm was undeniably a high level of power. Experts at that level could be Ancestors of major powers in smaller worlds.

True, tens of thousands at the Fusion Realm had died all at once in the Dragon Spirit Secret Realm, and even nine top-tier experts at the Harmonization Realm had perished, but that was only because too many powerhouses had been gathered in one place.

In reality, many of those who died there could have gone on to establish thousands of powerful noble families in the Desolate Realm, with lineages that would have lasted for countless generations.

Given the circumstances, it was difficult to find many Fusion Realm slaves even in Celestial Star Oasis City. Consequently, an exceptionally powerful Dao Entry Realm slave was a star attraction.

Let alone someone like Zhu Weiyi, who had maintained a winning streak for ten years!

He was, one could say, a true miracle. He had broken the record for humans in the tens of thousands of years since the Celestial Star Arena’s founding and was the longest-surviving human to date.

He had a huge following, and with a high-profile challenge match coming up, his popularity was on par with some Fusion Realm combatants.

’To buy the freedom of such a powerhouse, even my nine-thousand-plus Yin Yang Coins might not be enough!’

’I’ll just have to wait for news for now,’ Jiang Qiu thought, deciding not to dwell on it. ’If this method really doesn’t work, I’ll find another way to rescue Grand General Zhu!’

He was a Grandmaster who had taken great care of Jiang Qiu, protecting him time and again in North Border City. To be captured and sold into slavery all because of a raid by that detestable Venerable Zuo Xuan—it was an injustice he could not stomach.

He wouldn’t just rescue Zhu Weiyi; he would also grind Zuo Xuan’s bones to dust and scatter his ashes!

’Even if I’m not strong enough now, I will kill Zuo Xuan in the future!’

...

You Qian used his information channels to quickly find the records for a slave named Zhu Weiyi. When the file arrived in his private account, he froze.

"What? Number Eighteen!"

He had worked here for so long, it would have been strange if he didn’t know who Number Eighteen was. Handling someone at the Peeping Dao Realm would have been easy—experts at that level were as common as ants here. But this was the Dao Entry Realm! And he was the most popular one at that, hailed as the number one human in the Desolate Realm!

Although the man apparently wasn’t of Desolate Realm stock, he was, without a doubt, the top-ranked powerhouse designated as "Human Race" across all arenas in the Desolate Realm. With enough resources, it was estimated he even had a chance of breaking through to the Fusion Realm.

In the last ten years, he had earned an unimaginable amount of profit for the Celestial Star Arena. He was still going strong and was worth a massive fortune!

GASP— You Qian paced back and forth, hands clasped behind him. He frowned, sensing the situation was becoming serious. ’The file shows he was sold here. How could he be friends with that client?’

’Damn it, I already took the money. I can’t just fail to deliver!’

’As a member of the Three-Life Race, I have to keep my word!’

After another moment of hesitation, he decided to send a message to Jiang Qiu: "Mr. Jiang, I’ve found the information on the Zhu Weiyi you mentioned. He is indeed a human slave who was sold to our Celestial Star Arena.

"However, his value is now so high that it can’t be measured in simple currency. I am unable to get him out through any special channels.

"But don’t worry. If you are still determined to win his freedom, there is another way. It’s just... extremely difficult..."