"This... this palace agrees."
After a moment, seeing that Wei Tu still refused to relent and that the azure wings behind him had already condensed escape light, Dayuan Shuang bit her silver teeth. At last, she persuaded herself to set aside her pride and nodded her lovely head in utter humiliation, accepting Wei Tu's proposal.
She took the Blood Curse Secret Book, dripped her essence blood onto its golden page, and entered into a three-hundred-year master-servant contract with Wei Tu.
The blood oath stipulated that during those three hundred years, aside from tasks that Wei Tu deliberately used to frame her, or known suicide missions, Dayuan Shuang had to carry out all other tasks unconditionally.
Naturally, this did not include acts of servile attendance that were excessively humiliating.
For instance, using the pretext of sharing a bed to destroy her primordial yin and chastity.
This clause had been specifically added by Dayuan Shuang.
She knew full well that, aside from battle prowess sufficient to run rampant through the Void Refinement realm, the only precious thing she possessed was her incomparably pure primordial yin.
And Wei Tu naturally had no reason to refuse this condition.
If he pressed her too hard, this woman would likely rather risk entering a spatial rift than reconcile with him.
A three-hundred-year master-servant contract was already the utmost limit he had judged this woman capable of accepting.
"A Mahayana cultivator can undo the Blood Curse Secret Book. With my status and standing, once I return to the clan, I will certainly report this to the ancestor and have him undo this blood oath for me..."
Dayuan Shuang narrowed her almond eyes and examined the faint, almost imperceptible restraint that had appeared upon her soul. A chill flickered in her eyes.
Yet—though the thought eased her heart