Though it was believed lost to time, the forbidden technique somehow trickled into the lower realms after the god realm was sealed. Some deity managed to tweak the soul contract, giving it a new form.
Today, the soul contract had two types: the “equal bond,” allowing both parties to summon each other across any barrier or spatial boundary; and the “master-servant bond,” where only the master could summon the servant. Although it circulated among the three realms, few ever used it. Firstly, it offered no particular advantage in cultivation, and secondly, making the contract put one at risk of being summoned and disturbed at critical moments, like during a transcendence ritual, potentially leading to disastrous consequences.
Seeing Fan Yue’s expression darken, Bai Shuo quickly grabbed his sleeve and hurriedly said, “Lord, don’t misunderstand! I’d never dare any underhanded tricks. Master-servant contract! Let’s make it a master-servant bond!”
While a servant couldn’t summon the master, if the servant called for help, the master could still choose to appear by their side. However, this secret art had one condition: it required a blood sacrifice, and the higher spiritual power bearer had to initiate the contract.
Bai Shuo spoke loudly, but her confidence wavered. Sacrificing heart’s blood could harm one’s soul, and she wasn’t sure if this mighty demon lord would even consider it.
Fan Yue’s mocking gaze made her heart sink. Feeling sheepish, she released his sleeve, her face falling, and managed a dry smile.
What was she thinking? Why would the mighty Lord of Hao Yue Hall, a demigod of the demon realm, waste his heart’s blood for the sake of a few half-immortals…
Finally remembering her lowly place in a world of gods and demons, Bai Shuo smirked at herself, let go of his sleeve, and stopped trying to play dumb. She turned to leave, resolved to face Xie Bodhi on her own, even if it cost her life. Perhaps her death would at least expose his identity and provide a chance…
“The master-servant contract—I’ll agree to it.”
Behind her, Fan Yue’s indifferent voice sounded. She turned around in surprise, meeting his inky black eyes.
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