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The man, dressed in a luxurious Platinum Noble suit, suddenly stumbled and fell to the ground, landing in a heap of mud. His expensive Platinum Suit was now covered in dirt, with remnants of feces clinging to it.
The passersby couldn't help but stifle their laughter, their attempts to hold back chuckles creating an amusing scene.
The noble young man erupted in anger, shouting, "Who is plotting against me? It must be that Bastard! Step forward at once, or don't blame me for being rude!"
Xiar shook his head and turned away without hesitation, lightly patting the Firefly on his shoulder.
The creature understood some human language and realized that someone wanted to take it away, which was why it had gotten angry and decided to teach him a lesson.
"Sir, sir, wait for me!" The coachman ran over from a distance, panting as he reached Xiar. "I'll take you there right away; please follow me."
"Lead the way," Xiar nodded, ignoring the nobleman's shouts behind him.
Ordinary people were unaware of the existence of Spirit Masters. This world resembled the early stages of the first industrial revolution in Europa, where the advent of steam engines gradually replaced handcrafted workshops and transformed people's lives dramatically.
Steam trains and steam Iron Warships emerged, providing an unprecedented visual experience that shook the worldview of ordinary people.
A group began to rise rapidly, but those aspiring to gain a voice—the emerging capitalists—had no idea what kind of existence they were truly dealing with.
The emperors who wielded the strongest powers in this world regarded them merely as clowns, easily disposed of with a flick of their hands...
The arena resembled the ancient Roman Colosseum—a large structure shaped like a bird's nest with tens of thousands of seats. Whenever top ferocious beasts or Ultimate Warriors participated, the arena would be packed to capacity, creating an incredibly grand spectacle.
Xiar followed the coachman through an internal passageway and was led to one of the managers inside before the coachman left directly.
"Sir, I am one of the responsible persons here; you can call me Carlo," said a man dressed in a black suit who looked somewhat like a white-collar worker from Xiar's previous life. He smiled and asked, "May I know your name?"
"You can call me Jackson. I want to buy the fiercest beast!" Xiar casually made up a name and glanced at the other person.
The man was shorter than him, with short brown hair, looking very capable. Behind him stood two towering figures, each nearly two meters tall, with muscles so bulging they were frightening, their arms thicker than his waist.
Carlo gestured for him to follow. "Sir, please come with me. I handle all kinds of beast transactions; whatever you desire, we have it."
Moments later, the group arrived in a vast corridor.
Under the bright oil lamps, countless iron cages lined the sides, housing various ferocious beasts.
Roar!
A nearly two-meter-tall Black Giant Wolf let out a roar that echoed through the corridor, sending chills down their spines.
Xiar glanced at it and felt that it was not much different from those mutated giant wolves. These people clearly had exceptional means to capture such fierce beasts.
"Sir, the ferocious beasts here are categorized by their levels corresponding to martial artists: Soldier, Warrior, Officer, and the top-tier General Rank. The ones present here are all at least Soldier Level beasts. Please take a look and see if any catch your eye," Carlo explained as they walked, detailing the origins and battle records of various beasts.
Xiar silently observed. His extraordinary mental strength allowed him to easily sense the aura of each beast. Some appeared strong and majestic but were actually paper tigers—clearly inferior products masquerading as something formidable.
The sole criterion for a Spirit Master when choosing a Totem Beast is its potential; after evolution, these large ferocious beasts could see their power multiply exponentially.
For example, if Teddy were to evolve, he could easily take down an Alpha Wolf!
So he let Carlo enthusiastically boast about how fierce those tigers and wolves were while remaining undisturbed in his own selection process.
"How much for this one?" After reaching the end, Xiar stopped in his tracks.
The black dog looked pitiful; despite its robust build that surpassed an ordinary Forest Wolf, its fur was matted and falling out in patches, revealing the pink flesh beneath. A massive wound nearly split its abdomen in half, already oozing pus and inflamed, with yellowish-brown fluid dripping down.
It lay quietly on the ground as if dead, its eyes bloodshot.
"This dog comes from the Twilight Forest, a fearsome forest killer. It was captured and brought here, injured after participating in several beast fights. It was originally slated for elimination. Are you sure you want to choose this one, sir?"
Carlo felt a peculiar aura emanating from the other person. It wasn't particularly strong; he even appeared to be an ordinary noble young man, yet Carlo felt an inexplicable shiver.
It was as if this person before him was a ferocious beast in disguise, ready to swallow him whole once the facade was removed!
"This is the one. Prepare it for me to take away," Xiar nodded, seemingly ignoring the dog's horrific injuries. He casually added, "And bring that Two-Headed Monkey over there with me as well."
"Uh, alright. These two aren't top quality; you only need to spend 100 gold coins to take them." Many noble guests had various unspeakable perverse interests, and Carlo didn't mind; selling two injured beasts before they died was already a profitable deal.
With money exchanged for goods, the transaction was completed instantly.
Carlo arranged for a special cargo cart to transport the two beasts to the designated location—deep within the forest west of Storm Harbor.
"Sir, are you really going to leave them here?" questioned the two strong warriors driving the cart, puzzled.
"Once I let them out, you can leave," Xiar replied as he jumped off the cart holding Firefly, calmly watching them from the side.
"Alright." The two of them quickly opened the iron cage and pushed the two beasts out.
Both creatures were gravely injured, looking pitifully on the brink of death. Even if they were truly set free, it would only hasten their demise, so there was no need to worry.
Clop, clop, clop!
The carriage left without pause. Xiar waited for a moment before looking around.
This was a very secluded path, surrounded by lush bushes and trees, so there was no concern about being seen.
He walked over to the Black Hound, whose eyes had already turned to ash, the last flicker of life slowly fading under its final gaze.
"By my name, Xiar, I grant you rebirth!"
Colorful Radiance erupted, enveloping it in a massive cocoon.
However, there was not much change; in the next moment, a pale light shone upon it.
Evolution began!
Its mottled black fur split apart as its body rapidly expanded, covered in a layer of dark brown blood that made it appear even more ferocious.
On its neck, two bulges swelled violently, and in an instant transformed into two heads—Cerberus!
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