Ancestral Wealth Inheritance System

"Here to meddle?"

All the slave hunters were dumbfounded by this sentence.

There were many people in the world with nothing better to do, but if you're going to meddle, at least come up with a decent reason, right? Who would openly admit they're here to meddle?

"By the way, I've rescued all these slaves you captured, so if you have any objections or aren't happy about it, hold it in!"

"Hold it in?" Hearing these words, the group of slave hunters nearly spat up blood in anger.

"He's just one person, let's all rush him! With our weapons, we might just be able to kill him!" All the slave hunters exchanged glances and immediately reached a consensus—to kill the young man standing before them.

In such a remote place, without even an exact cosmic coordinate, no matter how powerful his civilization might be, it couldn't send reinforcements here quickly.

Plus, the figure backing them wasn't necessarily afraid of some rich civilization!

"Attack!"

The leader of the slave hunters attacked first, launching a third-tier portable beam cannon directly at Fang Jueyu.

"Why choose such a way to die in a world full of possibilities?" Fang Jueyu shook his head, "Should I call you a professional coffin team?"

"Boom!" In front of Fang Jueyu, a solid Source Power Shield appeared, and the beam cannon didn't even make it tremble.

But under the cover of these few beams, hundreds of other slave hunters had already surrounded Fang Jueyu, enclosing him at the center.

"You all have been surrounded by me, surrender now," Fang Jueyu said. These slave hunters, only ordinary Martial Artists, held no interest for him; any warrior passing the final Cosmic Federation examination would easily outmatch them.

"What? What's he saying?"

"Haha, you're just one person, and please, get it right, you're the one surrounded now."

"Oh really?" Fang Jueyu gave a sly smile, "Bansho Ten'in!"

"Boom!" A powerful gravitational force erupted, centering on Fang Jueyu. It felt as if he turned into a black hole, pulling everyone irresistibly toward him.

"What combat technique is this? How can there be such a bizarre technique?" The leader of the slave hunters barely managed to maintain his balance, but not for much longer.

"And there's more!" A white light flickered in Fang Jueyu's eyes, "Shinra Tensei!"

"Boom!" An intense repulsive force followed.

This gravitational and repulsive force formed an extremely powerful field around Fang Jueyu, tearing everything nearby.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

The clothes on those slave hunters were torn as their skin and muscles suffered from the violent pull, turning them into bloody figures as blood flowed from their wounds.

Even Er Gouzi was not to be outdone as its eyes shot out purple, scorching beams. The bloodshed it left in its path would have been lethal if Fang Jueyu hadn't asked it to go easy.

"Is he really a god?" Some from the Draco Civilization hadn't completely fled; some stayed behind to watch quietly from the sidelines.

"We have hope, we really have hope!"

"It seems everyone is drawn here, let's go save our fellow comrades!"

...

At this moment, Fang Jueyu stood with an aura like a blazing inferno, resembling an invincible deity!

"Boom!" With the field gone, hundreds of slave hunters dropped to the ground, moaning.

"Weaklings, I haven't even used any strength, and you're already down?" Fang Jueyu shot them the finger.

"Sir, we are under General Sillia, if you leave now, we can act like none of this ever happened!" The leader of the slave hunters stumbled to stand, seemingly not fully deterred by Fang Jueyu's earlier attack.

Despite their fear of the rich civilization, it hadn't escalated to terror, because the person backing them was someone who disregarded the Cosmic Federation's laws.

"No way! I've been around for so long and this is the first time I've heard anyone dare threaten me after hearing about the rich civilization!" Fang Jueyu initially thought they would flee in terror upon recognizing him, but the script seemed different from what he anticipated.

"Host, this General Sillia isn't an ordinary person," Xiao Yi said, "You having a demigod-level warrior behind you is only known at the Cosmic Federation School, it hasn't spread within cosmic civilizations yet."

"What, does he have horns on his head or a tail on his back?" Fang Jueyu grumbled, "Is this Sillia a demigod too?"

"Host, you guessed it right!" Xiao Yi giggled, "This Sillia was an Earth Warrior during the same period as your Federation School's founders, but he had different ideals and chose not to join them. Instead, he set up an anti-federation organization, training many warriors and constantly opposing the Cosmic Federation."

"What, doesn't the Cosmic Federation manage such matters?" Fang Jueyu asked curiously. "Doesn't the school have dozens of demigods capable of defeating him?"

"Of course they intervene, they just can't handle it," Xiao Yi explained, "Sillia obtained a powerful device from the Root Universe, allowing his forces to hide in an independent universe inaccessible to outsiders. Even if the Cosmic Federation wants to hunt him down, they first need to locate his hiding spot."

"That makes sense," Fang Jueyu nodded.

"Sillia and his forces are notorious for resource plundering, slave trading, warfare—well known within cosmic civilizations. His personal strength ranks among the top ten of your deans."

"So, there are plenty of others like him?"

"Certainly, differing ideals lead some down dark paths. There might be a dozen demigods like Sillia. Their relationships are quite strong; Sillia has dozens of King-level Transcenders under his command, far surpassing your current Ming Sect."

"Hmph, let me at him, and I'll incorporate all of Sillia's people under me," Fang Jueyu boasted. "Just a demigod? Bring them on, I'll take them down one by one!"

Seeing Fang Jueyu spacing out, the slave hunters breathed a slight sigh of relief, thinking he knew of General Sillia's reputation well and was quite wary.

"Oh, that small-time human trafficker, right?" After a pause, Fang Jueyu finally spoke again, "Sorry, took me a bit to figure out who you were talking about."

"Small-time... human trafficker?" The slave hunters were stunned. Was this rich civilization youth crazy or just clueless, daring to call Sillia a petty trafficker? Despite his elusive existence, he at least held the title of demigod!

"Just a petty trafficker, what's there to be afraid of," Fang Jueyu scoffed. "I'm right here, if you're so great, have him come fight me!"