Chapter 45: Slave Contract

Chapter 45: Slave Contract

Shen Lian hadn't expected that to work either.

Yan Huaixuan was also silent for a moment.

Shen Lian immediately said, "What are you waiting for? Attack!"

He was almost out of pills, but under these circumstances, Shen Lian naturally wouldn't say that directly.

Yan Huaixuan withdrew his gaze and raised his sword, taking the chance to cut down a bunch of demons.

Seeing that Yan Huaixuan and Shen Lian were about to break out, Tadanya's face went dark. She wanted to charge at them, but the stench was so bad she had to fight back the urge to gag.

"Where do you humans think you're going?!"

Yan Huaixuan got stopped again.

The other demons were also shaking off the pill's effects and closing back in on them.

Shen Lian clenched the last three pills.

He looked at Tadanya. "This pill will mess up your face!"

To his surprise, Tadanya sneered. "What's a face? You think I care about that? We demons revere martial might—unlike you hypocritical cultivators who are beasts in human clothing!"

Shen Lian actually agreed with her deep down, but he also knew that if he voiced that agreement right now, he'd be flayed alive.

A cold sweat broke out on Shen Lian's forehead.

Then, a wild idea hit him. "This pill will make you a lesbian!"

Tadanya: "...?"

Her eyes went wide, and when Shen Lian tossed the pill, she instinctively hesitated.

And in that split second of hesitation, Yan Huaixuan grabbed Shen Lian and bolted.

Ling Yun used up the last of his power, carrying the two of them as they vanished into the sky.

Tadanya snapped out of it, furious. "After them!"

Meanwhile, Shen Lian and Yan Huaixuan hadn't gotten far before they were above what looked like a forest.

Ling Yun's power gave out completely, and the two of them plummeted together.

Shen Lian looked down at the nearly ten-thousand-meter drop and his face went pale. "Yan Huaixuan!"

But when he turned his head, he found Yan Huaixuan's face pale, his silver-gray eyes and hair looking dull and lifeless.

His eyes were slightly lowered.

He looked really bad.

Shen Lian didn't know why, but his heart suddenly started to ache again. He cursed inwardly—wasn't Yan Huaixuan supposed to be Dragon Proud Heaven? How was he so different from what the legends said?

Shen Lian shouted again, "Yan Huaixuan!"

Yan Huaixuan's brow furrowed slightly. He raised his hand and made a hand seal, and the two of them finally stopped mid-air.

But before Shen Lian could sigh in relief—

They started falling again.

Shen Lian closed his eyes. Then, thinking of something, he quickly pulled out a pill, forced open Yan Huaixuan's lips, and shoved it in.

Yan Huaixuan frowned and instinctively tried to spit it out.

Without a second thought, Shen Lian clamped his mouth shut, forcing Yan Huaixuan to swallow.

"This is a qi-replenishing pill. Take it."

It was one he'd refined himself, though he had no idea if it worked or was even legit...

But after Yan Huaixuan swallowed it, his eyes opened a little wider.

Shen Lian watched him anxiously.

Yet even after Yan Huaixuan made another hand seal, it only slowed their fall.

Shen Lian couldn't help asking, "What cultivation level are you at right now?"

Yan Huaixuan glanced at him. "Spirit Transformation."

Shen Lian was shocked. "Spirit Transformation?!"

Yan Huaixuan's eyes were calm. "Surprised?"

Shen Lian was indeed surprised. Chen Xue had predicted he'd be at Tribulation Transcendence. He'd also heard from that so-called system that Yan Huaixuan had reached Void Immortal second stage within two years of arriving in the upper realm—so by that logic, he should be at Tribulation Transcendence by now.

How was he only at Spirit Transformation?

But there was no point dwelling on that now. As the ground rushed up to meet them, they were about to be splattered.

Shen Lian didn't want to die with Yan Huaixuan. He steeled himself and was about to crush the scroll.

But Yan Huaixuan gently touched the back of his head.

Shen Lian froze. Then Yan Huaixuan pulled him into his arms and flipped their positions.

Yan Huaixuan held him in his arms, putting himself underneath Shen Lian.

Even after doing all this, Yan Huaixuan's expression stayed calm. He didn't say a word.

His silver eyes were completely calm, without a trace of emotion.

Shen Lian bit his lip hard. What the hell was Yan Huaixuan trying to do?!

With only a few hundred meters left, Shen Lian finally crushed the scroll—but it teleported both of them.

That created a problem: when teleporting one person, Shen Lian could control where they went. With two people, he couldn't.

Sure enough, when Shen Lian and Yan Huaixuan reappeared, they were in the middle of a forest.

He woke up on the grass, and aside from his spiritual energy being drained, he felt no other pain.

Suddenly remembering something, Shen Lian sat up and looked down.

At that sight, his expression turned weird.

Yan Huaixuan lay beneath him, still holding him in the same position as when they'd teleported.

At this moment, Yan Huaixuan lay there with his eyes closed, peaceful, and he wasn't even cultivating.

Shen Lian got up from him, immediately pulling away, staring at Yan Huaixuan.

"Yan Huaixuan."

Yan Huaixuan showed no reaction.

But having been burned twice already, Shen Lian stayed on high alert. He prodded Yan Huaixuan's hand with a branch.

Still nothing—and he didn't get blasted away either.

Just then, Yan Huaixuan's brow twitched into a faint frown.

Shen Lian thought he was waking up, but instead, blood just trickled from the corner of Yan Huaixuan's mouth.

Shen Lian froze.

He'd never once seen Yan Huaixuan bleed.

On top of the shock, Shen Lian felt a sharp pang in his own chest.

It felt like a hand was squeezing his heart. If the system hadn't been long gone, Shen Lian would've thought that damn thing was acting up again.

He sucked in a deep breath.

He had no idea how long it lasted, but the sharp pain slowly faded.

The moment he recovered, Shen Lian raised Chen Xue and drove it toward Yan Huaixuan's heart.

Ling Yun hummed and buzzed, trying to lift off, "You—"

But before it could get close, Shen Lian kicked it aside.

Ling Yun slammed into a tree and went completely limp.

Shen Lian kept standing over Yan Huaixuan.

But the moment the sword tip broke Yan Huaixuan's skin, it stopped dead.

Blood seeped around the blade, blooming into a crimson flower on Yan Huaixuan's chest.

Shen Lian stared at the sword in his hand. "Chen Xue?"

Chen Xue said urgently, "Master, we've landed in the demon clan's monster forest. There are a ton of wild beasts around right now. They're scared of the Spirit Transformation aura on Yan Huaixuan, so they won't come near. If he dies, these demonic beasts will swarm us."

Shen Lian's eyes flickered, but only for a second before he steeled himself to keep going.

Chen Xue added, "Master, he's badly hurt for some reason right now. Why not just slap a slave contract on him?"

"Slave contract?"

"Yeah, that way, Yan Huaixuan would have no choice but to do whatever you say."

Shen Lian had heard of contracts like that. He narrowed his eyes.

A slight smile curled at the corner of his lips, "You're right."

He couldn't wait to see what kind of face a Favored Son of Heaven like Yan Huaixuan would make when he found out he'd been put under a slave contract.

Shen Lian bit his finger, and following his memory along with Chen Xue's instructions, he drew a formation, then forced his own essence blood into it. Once it merged into the formation...

He pried open Yan Huaixuan's mouth, grabbed the tip of his tongue to draw blood, and was just about to drip it into the slave contract formation.

His wrist was suddenly grabbed.