The love story between the security guard Old Man Qin and the two female college students was interrupted before he could finish reading.
An Yi had no choice but to put away the book, toss it into his storage space, raise an eyebrow, and look at Ye Tian: Something the matter?
Ye Tian nodded, hesitating to speak.
Zhihan, is the food almost ready?
An Yi asked with a light chuckle.
Luo Zhihan instantly understood, knowing An Yi had something to say, so she quickly replied: I almost forgot, I will go check.
As she left, she conveniently shooed out the servants who were watching the commotion.
Speak, what do you want to do?
An Yi picked up his cup, took a sip of tea, and said leisurely.
Ye Tian said solemnly: I want to ask you to help the Luo family!
He knew An Yi's strength was extraordinary, and with this guy guarding the Luo family, ordinary scoundrels would be no match for him at all.
Now that Luo Xian's curse had been lifted, he feared that people would still come knocking on their door.
The Luo family were all innocent people, and he did not want them to be implicated because of him!
Reason?
An Yi blew on his tea, still looking perfectly composed.
At this time, the system was dinging non-stop.
Ding! Side quest [Cry for Help from the Child of Destiny], Evil Value +20! Ye Tian's Affection +50!
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Ding your head! Are you done yet!
Looking at the system quest, An Yi glanced sideways.
It seemed familiar; apparently, that poker face also had this quest back then.
Then he followed to save Qin Yao, and almost lost his little life there.
I...
Ye Tian fell silent.
Now, he was a piece of trash, without even the capital to ask someone for help.
How about this, I am not a devil either. Just sign this indenture contract.
An Yi took out a contract he had prepared early on from his storage space.
Ye Tian took the contract, looking at the words on it, even his name was already prepared. He could not help but look bewildered: How did you know I would come to you?
Ahem! That is not important!
An Yi coughed lightly to gloss over it, narrowed his eyes, and said leisurely: How about it? Be my servant for fifty years, and I will lend a hand. This condition is very reasonable, right?
This...
Ye Tian clenched his fists, his body trembling slightly.
He, Ye Nantian, a half-step Soul Formation existence of the human race, now actually had to sign an indenture contract with someone else.
Fifty years.
How many fifty years are there in a lifetime!
Hey, hey, think it through. You are just a piece of trash who cannot even beat an early-stage Body Tempering cultivator. Your utility value is limited; you are not as valuable as you think.
And now you are asking me for help, you cannot just expect something for nothing, right?
I do not even know who your opponent is. What if my life is in danger? Would I not be at a huge loss!
An Yi coaxed with good words.
Ye Tian raised an eyebrow and looked at him: Since I am completely worthless, why do you insist on having me sign the indenture contract?
Not signing?
An Yi raised an eyebrow, put down his teacup, held the contract, and said slowly: Then find someone better.
Saying that, he reached out, about to tear up the contract.
Wait!
Ye Tian shouted out: Let me think about it!
An Yi stopped, a smile curling at the corner of his mouth, and said indifferently: I had better tear it up. Why am I wasting time with a servant like you!
I will sign!
Ye Tian watched An Yi insisting on tearing it, gritted his teeth, and with trembling arms, uttered these words.
How straightforward!
An Yi chuckled and threw the contract over.
Why was he so persistent in making this guy sign the contract? There was naturally a reason for it.
Signing the contract meant he directly became his servant, directly submitting!
Why did that guy Long Aoyun refuse to acknowledge him as the boss all this time?
It was because his own strength was too great!
Right now, Ye Tian was at his weakest. If he did not take advantage of his misfortune now, when would he!
If he became stronger later, it would be hard to deal with him.
Ye Tian held the carbon pen An Yi handed over, hesitating, and finally gritted his teeth and wrote down his name.
Not bad, good handwriting!
An Yi smiled and clapped his hands, then threw out a jade token: Inject your soul power into it!
Ye Tian kept a cold face, held the jade slip, injected his soul power, and threw it back.
From now on, call me Young Master!
An Yi took the jade slip, crossing his legs and said.
Yes, Young, Young Master!
Ye Tian's throat was dry as he spoke with difficulty.
Ding! [Fire God Ye Tian] joined the Asura Sect, do you agree?
An Yi chuckled and clicked agree.
As he expected, after becoming his servant, he automatically joined the Asura Sect.
However, this was not subjugation.
Like Xiao Ye, he just joined the Asura Sect and had not yet met the subjugation conditions.
He guessed he would have to complete some annoying main quest later.
Ding! Suppressed the Child of Destiny, Destiny Value -10! Rewarded Evil Value +10!
An Yi raised an eyebrow slightly.
What is going on!
The Destiny Value dropped again!
Damn it, his main quest was to subjugate the Child of Destiny, not suppress him!
It is already at 15 points now, why is it still dropping!
But then again, what happens if it drops to 0?
Ding! System prompt: Destiny Value 0 points! Will suffer divine punishment and die!
Hearing the system's voice, An Yi was speechless.
Kid, you need to step up!
Too weak!
What kind of Child of Destiny are you!
For a period of one month, I hope you can protect the Luo family for a month! Ye Tian said solemnly.
No problem.
An Yi said, coughing lightly, Here is a little gift for you, take it.
Saying that, An Yi quickly handed over the bronze tower.
This seemed to be Ye Tian's fortuitous encounter, but it ended up being intercepted by him.
Anyway, he could not enter it now. As soon as he entered, he would be kicked out. Now it had become a motionless piece of iron.
This feeling was just like a certain brand of mobile phone after entering the wrong password N times.
Rather than this, it was better to just return it to this kid!
First, raise the Destiny Value, otherwise, if he suddenly died one day, his Asura Godhead quest would never be completed in his lifetime.
The small goal now was to keep this kid alive first.
Ye Tian was slightly startled, looking at the small bronze tower, a bit distracted.
Thank you!
Ye Tian said, solemnly taking the small bronze tower with both hands.
A smile curled at the corner of An Yi's mouth.
Because he clearly saw the Destiny Value above Ye Tian's head had increased by 10 points! It became 25 points!
It is not easy!
Leaving the front yard and returning to his residence.
Along the way, Ye Tian looked completely devastated.
The indenture contract, he actually signed it!
He, a dignified demigod spiritualist, an existence that looked down on gods!
Now, he actually signed an indenture contract and became a servant!
I really am trash!
Ye Tian showed a somewhat self-deprecating bitter smile.
Looking at the small bronze tower in his hand, his gaze slightly condensed.
For some reason, he always felt that this small tower had an indescribable connection with him.
As if something in the unseen world was linking him to it.
Back at the auction house, he had this feeling, but unfortunately, it was intercepted by An Yi back then.
Now, this feeling was getting stronger and stronger.
Ye Tian rubbed the small bronze tower in his hand, his eyes grave.
Although it looked like a crudely made fake, Ye Tian's intuition told him it was definitely not that simple.
Slowly, Ye Tian poured his consciousness into the small bronze tower.
A long while later, he opened his eyes. "Alright, I'm a complete idiot!"
He must have been kicked in the head by a mule!
To think he actually believed this lifeless knockoff would bring him some kind of miraculous encounter!
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ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
