"What? Feeling sorry for her now?" An Shouchen reached out to stop Junior Brother Meng from continuing, but the other man seemed quite pleased with how the scene was unfolding. The sword slowly twisted, and the agony brought tears to Guan Miaole's eyes as blood continued to pour from her abdomen through the gaping wound.
"Yi... don't mind me! Go..." Guan Miaole's contorted face was filled with terror, but she was trapped and utterly helpless.
An Shouchen must have gone through this sort of forced confinement so often that he had become exceptionally skilled at torturing immortals. How could Guan Miaole possibly not suffer under such circumstances?
I racked my brains for a solution, but I was utterly spent, with no means left to use. When Guan Miaole let out another muffled groan, I spoke again. "Stop! I agree! I'll give you the Bloodrage Lotus!"
An Shouchen gave an icy smile and produced three blood contracts. "Fellow Daoist Xia, you've been deceitful more than once. You tricked us before, too. Since you've agreed, sign a blood contract. As long as the contract exists, we can speak openly."
"Fine. Then write them!" I said through clenched teeth.
An Shouchen quickly scribbled out one, but just when I thought he would pass it to me, he showed no sign of stopping and wrote out the remaining two as well.
I immediately frowned. "What does this mean? Three blood contracts? Is that necessary?"
"Heh heh, of course it is. The first says that you willingly hand the Bloodrage Lotus to our Profound Immortal Sect and may never come to seize it in the future. If someone else takes it, you must help us take it back. The second is for your artifact spirit to sign, swearing to serve our Profound Immortal Sect as