Demon Immortal



In the private booth, the lady sat beside the bug-eyed cultivator with a nasty look on her face. 

It was her who bid against Duncan and acted as his final competitor. The private booth was facilitated with a function that could distort the voice of the bidders and protect their identity. Hence, Duncan didn't even know that his final competitor was a female.

Right now, there was intense displeasure on the face of the lady. Her displeasure wasn't directed towards Duncan. Rather, it was all directed towards the bug-eyed man who was sitting nearby and sipping tea calmly.

Despite the bug-eyed man's warnings and persuasions, the lady decided that it was better to err on the side of caution. She decided to acquire Leia first and then think about other things later.

Furthermore, there was a sinister intent hidden deep in her heart as well. She didn't want a mortal to obtain the concubine seat she had been eyeing. So, while trying to secure Leia's slave deed, she was also hoping that her actions would cause the other contenders toact and get rid of her for her.

The bug-eyed man's pointed questions and derision had caused her to think a bit and come up with such a plan on the fly. This way, while she could complete the job given to her by the Young Master, she could also get rid of this mortal who came from nowhere to grab her position.

As they say, a jealous woman is a dangerous woman. Leia had never even laid eyes on this woman, but this woman was already plotting Leia's demise while trying to shirk responsibility. 

Unfortunately for her plan, the number of spirit stones on her was limited. She wasn't the Young Master of the clan. She was just one of his errand runners. Thus, no matter her status in the outside world, the wealth she could carry along wasn't much. 

In the end, her wealth couldn't match up to Duncan's plundering. 

Even then, she wasn't willing to give up. When Duncan raised the bid to 2,500 spirit stones, she knew that she had reached her limit. So, she even asked the bug-eyed man for help. 

But, the bug-eyed man flat out rejected her. He didn't want to get involved in the business of choosing a Young Patriarch for the clan yet. Right now, his status in the clan was detached enough and very comfortable. Why should he bring trouble for himself?

If it was any other thing, it wouldn't matter much if he provided some aid to help out the servant of the Young Master. But, this involved the descendant of the Spirit Clan. And anyone with little knowledge knew what the primary use for them was.

So, interfering in this matter and arranging a promising breeding partner for the Young Master would mean that he had sided with the Young Master. The other candidates wouldn't take that lightly. His relationship with them would become turbulent as a result.

Hence, he flat out rejected the request from the lady. Thus, the lady's last bid barely rose by 50 spirit stones. When Duncan called the final bid by raising 200 spirit stones more, the lady could only concede unwillingly.

Right now, all her displeasure were directed at the bug-eyed man.

"Good, good, good! I will make sure the Young Master knows of your actions this day. Do not be complacent. When the Young Master beats everyone and becomes the Young Patriarch, you will regret not helping him today," the lady said angrily.

"Hmmph, go and threaten someone else. This isn't my job. My job is to secure the interests of the clan in the upcoming auction. We both may be servants in the eyes of the candidates for the position of the Young Patriarch, but our status is different. I am sure the Young Master would understand my actions. Rather than threatening me, you better keep track of that female," the bug-eyed man snorted and rose to leave, leaving the lady fuming in the private booth alone.

The lady watched him go with a distorted expression on her face. Right now, she hated everything to do with that slave. It was because of her that this man dared to despise her. She couldn't stomach such a thing. 

"Aaargh!"

A scream of rage echoed in the private room. 

*****

When Leia was led outside the auction house and handed over to her new owner, she couldn't help but take a long look at her new owner.

Even though the face was covered by a wolf mask, she could sense a vague familiarity with the figure that stood before her. There was a hazy image in her memories that seemed to coincide with the figure in front of her.

She knew that the person who purchased her was her acquaintance. Compared to being sold to an unknown person, Leia actually preferred this situation. While the humiliation and shame were there, she felt as if she could deal with it compared to the unknown.

Even though the person in front of her hadn't revealed his identity yet, Leia knew that the final bidder was the familiar voice. As a result, she was also slightly looking forward to seeing who the acquaintance was and what his motives were.

The moment she became a debt slave, Leia had already lost any hope of living a normal life. Even if this acquaintance of hers only bought her to use her just like others, she felt that she could live with it since the person who was her new owner was an acquaintance from before.

Despite her assurances to herself that she quite liked this arrangement compared to the other options, she couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed and humiliated in her heart as well. 

One part of her didn't want any of her old acquaintances to see her like this. Another part felt that being owned by someone she knew would be a better fate compared to being owned by a stranger. These conflicting thoughts almost occupied her entire mind as she waited for her new owner to acknowledge her. 

Conflicting emotions roiled inside her as her new owner handed her a long black robe along with a mask. She didn't expect to be greeted. So, she didn't mind the way she was being treated. Still, a part of her was disappointed by the cold greeting. Furthermore, the make of the mask almost made her want to bury her head in shame.

She donned the cloak and mask and looked at her new owner. The slave collar on her neck was weighing heavily. It was a reminder to her of her new status in life. From this moment on, her likes and feelings didn't matter. Whatever her new owner decided, she could only learn to be content with it.

Duncan didn't know the numerous thoughts that were running through Leia's mind currently. What he was now focused on was how to take her back to the courtyard without letting everyone know about their whereabouts.

The mask and cloak for Leia were just the basics. Duncan had also purchased another mask for him. Everyone knew that the one in the wolf mask was the one who bought the descendant of the Spirit Clan. By ditching it, Duncan hoped to avoid probing eyed that were interested in them.

He also didn't greet Leia for the same reason. No one knew that he and Leia were acquaintances. It was better to act like he bought her because he was interested in her. This would give them some anonymity as well. 

As for the slave collar, Duncan didn't think much about it. This was a slave auction house. No one would look twice if someone walked out of here with a slave in tow. It would also help them blend in with others who were leaving the auction house.

Finishing the formalities, Duncan gestured at Leia to follow him. He calmly walked out of the auction house and started walking towards the courtyard he had rented without much hurry. He even took a roundabout route to throw off some tails.

Unfortunately, even when he entered the place where his courtyard was located, he could feel a pair of eyes watching them from the crowd. Duncan didn't let the other party know he was aware of their surveillance. He acted as if nothing occurred and he didn't notice anything.

Entering the courtyard, Duncan turned around and looked at Leia who was standing behind him obediently. For a moment, he became dazed a little. He was at a loss on how to address the situation. 

While he wanted to help her out, Duncan hadn't thought about how to handle the situation after buying her. Sure, he wasn't interested in keeping her as a slave. He didn't want to be responsible for someone else as well.

It was clear that he was going to give her back her freedom. But, the thing that stumped Duncan was how to address the issue. He didn't know how Leia was currently feeling. He didn't know how to approach her either. So, he stood there at a loss causing Leia to start fidgeting.

Duncan coughed slightly to alleviate the awkward atmosphere and looked at Leia. He could clearly see that she was nervous as well. That's when it hit Duncan that as her new owner, he had absolute control over her. It was only natural that Leia was nervous.

Moreover, Leia didn't know who he was either. He hadn't revealed his identity to her either. Her nervousness was understandable. Taking a deep breath, Duncan looked at Leia's face and immediately blanked.

The mask he had chosen randomnly for Leia was shaped like a masquerade with some elaborate designs. Most female masks were like that. Moreover, the masks provided by the auction house for sale had some over-sexualized features on them. Since most female slaves ended up being bedwarmers, the auction house catered to the client's needs by making the available masks overly sexualized.

The mask Leia wore was like that of an angel moaning in pleasure. Furthermore, for some bizarre reason, the mask fits perfectly with Leia's face as well. So, currently, it was as if Leia was moaning in front of him. 

Looking at Leia, Duncan felt his heart skip a beat. The raging libido he had been controlling for a while after seeing all those beautiful slaves that were being auctioned off came back in full force. 

Duncan felt his cock twitch a bit at that moment. 

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