Chapter 10: The Contract is Formed

Chapter 10: The Contract is Formed

“Yanyan, your blood vitality is insufficient, you need to rest well.” Physician Huang said with concern as he packed up his medical box.

“Okay.” Shen Yan snapped back to attention and nodded in agreement.

Physician Huang placed the medical box into his Storage Ring. Shen Yan saw this and it reminded her of her own Extraordinary Ability Space.

Soon, Physician Huang went out, closing the door behind him.

In the room, she was the only one left.

Her eyes turned serious. Everyone in the Shen Family protected Shen Xue. Getting revenge for the original owner would not be an easy task.

For now, the plan was to make herself powerful first.

As someone who had once been one of the rulers of the Apocalypse, she did not want to end up in a situation where others could do as they pleased with her. The cards were bad, so she would turn the tables against the odds.

As if remembering something, she used her ability to enter her Extraordinary Ability Space.

Before her eyes lay the breathtakingly handsome man on the soft couch. His ink-black hair fell on the couch like smooth satin, his features were captivating. The heavy iron chains piercing through his limbs were still there. His red clothes were mixed with dried bloodstains. Seeming to sense her arrival, he opened his alluring, sinister eyes and looked at her wearily. His gaze was like a still ancient well, so cold it inspired fear.

Shen Yan thought this mysterious man was indeed the most beautiful person she had ever seen, without a doubt.

She reached her hand out in his direction.

“Jiuzhuan Demon-Suppressing Pagoda.”

Before the man could speak, a black Ancient Black Tower seemed to appear out of thin air and quickly landed right in Shen Yan’s palm.

Shen Yan felt the cold touch of the black tower.

She glanced up at Feng Xingyao and saw he looked unapproachable. Sensibly, she did not speak.

Following the method to contract a spiritual treasure from the original owner’s memories, she bit her finger and dripped blood onto the Jiuzhuan Demon-Suppressing Pagoda.

Soon, the Jiuzhuan Demon-Suppressing Pagoda glowed.

A complex contract magic circle flowed between her and the Jiuzhuan Demon-Suppressing Pagoda.

The next moment, Shen Yan’s expression changed slightly. She felt a backlash, likely because her strength was insufficient to contract this Jiuzhuan Demon-Suppressing Pagoda.

The blood in her body felt like it was burning, her meridians felt like they were being torn apart wildly. Waves of intense pain washed over her, causing cold sweat to break out on her forehead.

Bright red blood quickly seeped from the corner of her mouth.

“Stupid.”

The man looked up, his tone casual.

He added, “Your Primal Spirit Bone hasn’t even awakened, and you haven’t started on the path of Cultivation, yet you dare to contract a divine artifact? Even Cultivators with some strength wouldn’t be this impatient.”

Hearing this, Shen Yan’s face turned ugly. The original owner’s memories didn’t contain this information. She had indeed been too reckless.

The contract magic circle was still ongoing. That tearing pain kept coming. More blood spilled from the corner of her mouth. She almost collapsed from the agony, curling up on the ground, unable to suppress a pained groan.

He looked at the girl curled up on the ground, hiss of pain as she fell to the ground, curled up in agony.

He looked at the girl curled up on the floor, indifference in his eyes.

He didn’t seem to intend to help her.

Because this was also a test from Jiuzhuan for her.

If she could endure it, it meant she was qualified to become Jiuzhuan’s master. If not, then their connection ended there.

Though he didn’t know why Jiuzhuan… had taken such a peculiar liking to this girl from the start.

Amidst the contract backlash, Shen Yan’s consciousness grew a bit hazy. She seemed to return to that cruel world of the Apocalypse, where death was an everyday occurrence. She had endured that difficult Apocalypse…

So she couldn’t give up now!

She wanted to live!

Her eyes snapped open abruptly. Her deep, cold black pupils seemed to brew a dangerous and eerie storm. Clenching her teeth, she suppressed the intense pain throughout her body and reached out to firmly grasp the body of the Jiuzhuan Demon-Suppressing Pagoda.

The next moment, a powerful Fire Element Ability erupted from her palm. With a ‘boom,’ blazing flames instantly enveloped the Jiuzhuan Demon-Suppressing Pagoda.

“I want you to submit to me!”

Her voice was fierce.

The firelight reflected off her pale face, adding an indescribable kind of beauty.

Surprisingly, the contract magic circle gradually calmed down.

Seeing this, Feng Xingyao raised an eyebrow slightly and gave a faint tug at the corner of his lips.

Suddenly, she violently coughed up a mouthful of blood, soaking her newly changed clothes. Her hands, wreathed in Fire Element Ability, tightly gripped the Jiuzhuan Demon-Suppressing Pagoda, not giving it a chance to backlash.

What Shen Yan didn’t know was that in Feng Xingyao’s eyes, she wasn’t just unleashing Fire Element Spiritual Energy. There was also that Spiritual Power, invisible to the eyes of ordinary Cultivators.

Her Spiritual Power… was very strong.

Feng Xingyao’s gaze became thoughtful.

Her Spiritual Power had shocked and subdued Jiuzhuan, and the contract process was gradually completing.

A short while later.

Shen Yan, holding the Jiuzhuan Demon-Suppressing Pagoda, staggered to her feet.

The contract was formed.

She could faintly feel her connection with the Jiuzhuan Demon-Suppressing Pagoda, and an unfamiliar young boy’s voice came from her mind.

“Hello, new master. I am the pagoda spirit of the Jiuzhuan Demon-Suppressing Pagoda. My name is Jiuzhuan.” The voice was childish and carried a hint of playfulness.

Shen Yan asked directly, “What use are you?”

Jiuzhuan: “…”

It coughed heavily a few times. “I have many uses! I can suppress all demons, ghosts, and monsters! Of course, how strong I am depends on… uh… how strong you are, master.”

Shen Yan: “So you’re pretty useless right now too?”

Jiuzhuan paused, speaking aggrievedly, “…Yes.”

Shen Yan continued asking, “Back in the Lingyan Forest, why did you latch onto me?”

Feng Xingyao glanced up slightly, seeming a bit interested in this question as well.

Jiuzhuan was silent for a moment, choosing its words carefully. “You smelled very nice. But wasn’t it you who latched onto me?”

Shen Yan: “???” It was clearly the one that stuck to her hand first!

Shen Yan immediately looked up at the only witness, Feng Xingyao, trying to get him to confirm. “You saw it back then, right?”

“Mhm.”

“It was the one that latched onto me, right?”

“I suppose so.”

This dismissive tone made Shen Yan lose the urge to press the matter further.

Shen Yan stared seriously at the Jiuzhuan Demon-Suppressing Pagoda. Finding it exceptionally sturdy, not even a mark from the fire, she made a decision.

For now, using this tower as a handy weapon wouldn’t be bad.

Jiuzhuan sensed her thought and immediately, flustered, materialized out from the Jiuzhuan Demon-Suppressing Pagoda. He shouted without caring about his image, “Hey, is this any way to treat such a high-class divine artifact like me?!”

Shen Yan looked at the little boy who had suddenly appeared. He looked about five or six years old, wore fine black clothes with exquisite embroidery, had a delicate, doll-like face with rare azure blue pupils. His cute little face was puffed up in anger, and his eyes were glaring at her.

He put his hands on his hips, warning, “Don’t use the Jiuzhuan Demon-Suppressing Pagoda as a handy weapon!”

Shen Yan: “I’ll think about it.”

Jiuzhuan, frustrated, suddenly rolled his eyes craftily. He immediately pretended to cry, making little fists to rub his eyes, saying pitifully, “You heartless master! You forcibly took me, and now you abuse me like this! Boohoo, I’m so pitiful…”

Jiuzhuan’s voice suddenly cut off.

Shen Yan had swiftly reached out and covered his mouth. The move was clean and neat.

“Mmph… mmph…” Jiuzhuan widened his eyes, his gaze fiercely accusing.

Suddenly, Jiuzhuan’s eyes changed slightly. He instantly turned to look towards Feng Xingyao’s direction. That incomparably noble man seemed to have fallen unconscious.

“Honored…”

Realizing something, he quickly shut his mouth. Then he grabbed Shen Yan’s arm, urgently saying, “Master, hurry and save him!”