Fu Qing stared blankly at the spirit contract before him.
He had imagined Ye Xiu turning away in disdain, and he had imagined him accepting the identity tokens, but never had he imagined that, in the blink of an eye, he would be saddled with a debt of three thousand five hundred spirit stones.
Maybe I should just die.
Staring at the spirit contract before him, Fu Qing nearly blurted those words out loud.
As its name implied, a spirit contract was a vessel used by cultivators to forge agreements between themselves.
Once the two parties entered into a contract, a special technique would bind them together.
Should either party violate the agreement, they would suffer the contract's backlash. Even cultivators with high cultivation who forcibly tore up a contract would leave behind a heart demon within themselves.
Fu Qing knew very well that if he signed this contract, even after his death, this senior brother before him could take it to his clan.
Three thousand five hundred spirit stones... how could I possibly be worth that much?
Fu Qing felt bitterness fill his mouth. Since stepping onto the path of cultivation, he had only managed to save four or five hundred spirit stones.
If he failed to break through, he likely would not be able to repay three thousand five hundred spirit stones even by the time his lifespan ran out.
Yet though he wanted to refuse, when he looked at Ye Xiu and recalled his terrifying strength, Fu Qing did not dare.
After all, Ye Xiu seemed easy to speak to now, but Fu Qing did not dare gamble that he would not turn hostile after being refused.
Seeing Fu Qing's troubled expression, Ye Xiu secretly laughed to himself.
Of course, he knew Fu Qing was afraid to