7 Master-servant Contract

"Girl, were you the one who released me?" The man raised an eyebrow and looked at Mu Ruyue with a smile on his face. "In light of releasing me, I won't kill you. You may go."

The moment he finished, a gust of wind ruffled the man's sleeves, and a dramatic change took place on his face followed by a violent aura exuding throughout his body.

"Who? Who gave me the deed! It turned out to be an asshole's master-servant contract! Who the hell did it?!"

In a master-servant contract, the servant could never disobey his master for the rest of his life, or else he would fall into hell and never be reborn.

The man narrowed his domineering black eyes as his gaze, bearing traces of anger, fell on Mu Ruyue. "You were the one who made a pact with me? Impossible! With your strength, you don't have the ability to make a contract with me. Could it be that…"

His eyes wandered to the Alchemical Book that was lying silently in Mu Ruyue's hands and his teeth gnashed in anger. This thing hadn't had enough of imprisoning him for many years, so it even helped this woman form a pact with him?

He was finally set free, but this book ruined everything!

Once he regained his strength, the first thing he'd do would be to burn this damned book!

"Who are you?" Mu Ruyue's eyes chilled a bit as she examined the handsome and domineering man in front of her blankly. But through this sudden turn of events, she came to two conclusions.

First, the traversing of her soul to another world was definitely inseparable from the Alchemical Book.

Second, the Alchemical Book originated from the Shenwu Continent and somehow came to China.

But no matter what, now that she was here, she would stay and take the rough with the smooth. Her priority now was to become stronger! On this continent, the laws of survival were exactly the same as that of the cultivation realm in China.

The strong were revered!

Only with great strength could she survive and live long enough to find her way back to China.

The man's handsome face was gloomy. Anyone who had just escaped from his cage but was restrained from freedom would not remain calm. "I am Yan Jin. Ten thousand years ago, you couldn't imagine how many fools shuddered with fear at the sound of my name. Unfortunately, I fell into a trap set by humans back then and was locked up in a book. Puff. Then a thousand years passed. Very few people alive now can remember my name."

"Who trapped you?" Mu Ruyue asked calmly.

"How would I know? If I had known exactly who the b*stard was, I would have made him regret living in this world!" Yan Jin gritted his teeth furiously. "It's a pity that these ten thousand years have caused me to lose most of my vital energy. Even the power remaining in my body is extremely unstable. Otherwise, even with the help of the Alchemical Book, you never could've released me."

The mere thought of falling into the evil claws of humankind again turned Yan Jin's face downright ugly.

"It's not like I'm going to keep you anyway; feel free to leave if you want." Mu Ruyue got off the bed and poured herself a cup of tea, not even sparing the man a glance.

Yan Jin's gaze was firmly fixed on the girl. A subtle glint flashed deep in his eyes as he took huge strides and sat down in front of Mu Ruyue. The corner of his mouth twitched as he said, "I'm not going to leave now."

His strength was totally unstable at the moment, and he might still be able to recover faster by this girl's side. With this in mind, Yan Jin then decided to stay and regain his strength as soon as possible. Once his strength was fully restored, even the master-servant contract couldn't keep him in captivity for the rest of his life.

"If you wish to stay, you must abide by two conditions." Mu Ruyue sipped the bitter tea elegantly, her willow-like eyebrows faintly raised. "First, I don't care what your status was before. But now that you're here with me, I can't put up with your old antics. Second, my words must be obeyed unconditionally. If you can't do that, you can leave. I don't take in people who don't obey orders, much less someone who'd stab me in the back in a fight."