Gu Yue Comforted Herself: "This Is the Reincarnation of the Creator God. It's Not That Shameful to Submit to Him, Right?"

Gu Yue stared at Lin Yan's two fingers, her eyes spinning wildly.

Her astonishing intellect was running at full power in that moment.

Though she found it hard to believe,

the young man before her was undoubtedly the God of Creation behind that cosmic phenomenon just now.

After all, the fear buried deep in her genetic instincts could not lie.

She just did not know why he had fallen so low and become like this.

A fallen god.

The realization made Gu Yue's heart tremble, and an indescribably complicated emotion welled up inside her.

She remembered her former self.

When she had first awakened, she had been just like this.

Without a single coin to her name, she had wandered the streets in hunger.

Back then, Tang Wulin had given her something to eat.

And now, the young man standing before her was so much like her back then.

He was even worse off than she had been.

At least she had possessed her cultivation as a trump card. This guy truly had nothing.

He was so poor that he ate poisonous mushrooms to fill his stomach.

So poor that he could not even obtain a soul ring.

Pitiful.

Truly pitiful.

A flicker of softness passed through Gu Yue's dragon eyes.

But only for an instant.

Sympathy was sympathy, but she was a noble dragon!

The embodiment of the Dragon God's wisdom! The ruler of all soul beasts!

A noble dragon would never submit.

Gu Yue took a deep breath.

She lifted her chin, and stubborn light burst from her watery silver dragon eyes.

"Kill me or torture me as you please. I am a noble dragon, the ruler of the soul beast race. Do you think I would submit?"

After saying that, she tilted her head back and raised her chin toward the sky, putting on a defiant pose as though she would rather die than yield.

Only, her short little legs were trembling like sieves.

Lin Yan looked down at the fat dragon, who was clearly scared to death yet still talked tough, and fell silent for two seconds.

Then he reached out, grabbed the back of Gu Yue's neck, and lifted her entire body up.

"Raaah—!"

Gu Yue let out a short shriek. Her four claws flailed desperately in the air, and her tail whipped about wildly.

But she was too fat. The flesh at the back of her neck bulged beneath his grip, and she could not break free no matter how hard she struggled.

Then she was firmly pressed onto the cutting board.

The icy sensation against her back made Gu Yue's heart skip half a beat.

She froze on the cutting board, limbs splayed out like a glutinous rice ball pinned to a chopping block.

She raised her eyelids and saw Lin Yan pick up the kitchen knife beside him.

Lin Yan raised his arm.

The kitchen knife lifted over his head.

"Wait—!"

Gu Yue's pupils abruptly narrowed into vertical slits, and every scale on her body stood on end.

This guy really intended to butcher her!

Couldn't you at least try to persuade me?

You could have sweet-talked me a little, said some bullshit about us being companions or something!

Even just once! Then I could have gone along with it and agreed!

What does raising a knife mean?!

Is that any way to negotiate?!

Gu Yue's brain was spinning at thirty thousand revolutions per second, but her mouth was faster than her mind.

"I'll sign! I'll sign! I'll sign, all right?!"

Lin Yan's knife stopped in midair.

"You should've said so earlier."

Expressionless, he lowered the kitchen knife, wiped its blade with a towel from the side, and leisurely placed it back in the knife rack.

Gu Yue sprawled across the cutting board with her limbs spread wide, her chest heaving violently like a fish washed ashore.

She stared at the ceiling as tears silently slid from the corners of her eyes.

Humiliation.

Utter humiliation.

The mighty Silver Dragon King, ruler of all soul beasts, half of the Dragon God, the world-devouring dragon of destruction.

She had been forced by a human without even a soul ring to sign a contract in tears, all because he had threatened her with a kitchen knife.

Damn human. Once I recover to my peak, I'll definitely—

Her vicious thoughts got stuck halfway through.

Wait.

She remembered what she had seen earlier.

That scene was still seared into her mind, impossible to erase.

A hand had reached out from a crack in the sky, pressed down to stop time, and destroyed an entire era with a single thought.

It had granted her supreme power surpassing the Dragon God, then crushed her into dust in an instant.

And the owner of that hand was now standing before her, wiping grease from his hands with an apron.

Gu Yue suddenly felt like there was something wrong with her brain.

That was the ultimate cosmic phenomenon, the reincarnation of the God of Creation.

His status was in no way inferior to the five great God Kings of the God Realm.

No, it might even be higher.

It seemed... submitting to him wasn't that shameful?

No, shame was one thing, but I just can't swallow this!

If he'd only shown me a nicer face and said something gentle, I would've gone along with it.

But this guy pulled out a kitchen knife without saying a word. Who could stand that?!

I'm the Silver Dragon King, not some silver turtle! I have dignity too!

Gu Yue rolled over on the cutting board, buried her face in her claws, and let out a muffled "Raaah—," her voice filled with grievance and unwillingness.

Her tail weakly slapped the cutting board twice before going completely limp.

"I never learned proper soul spirit contract techniques."

Lin Yan crouched down and poked the fat dragon pretending to be dead on the cutting board, his tone calm.

"But the book said that as long as both sides are willing, or the soul beast is willing to sacrifice itself, it should work."

"You're the strongest dragon born from a parallel timeline. Your status is high enough, so you should have some special method, right?"

Gu Yue peeked at him through the gap between her claws and shot him an annoyed glance.

Hmph, now you know how to speak nicely?

Why weren't you this polite when you were about to chop me with that knife?

She slowly crawled up from the cutting board and sat squatting on the ground.

That posture made her already round belly stick out even more, making her look like a stuffed hamster.

She looked at her chubby, bloated body, then looked up at Lin Yan. After a long silence, she finally nodded unwillingly.

"I know soul spirit contract techniques. Open your mind and leave everything to me."

By the second half of her sentence, her voice had regained its calmness and even carried a faint, imperceptible majesty.

Though she looked like a round, fat little dragon who could be frightened into tears by a kitchen knife,

she was still the Silver Dragon King who had traveled back from the future and had even been in the Spirit Transmission Tower.

Something as basic as a soul spirit contract was as easy to her as eating and drinking.

But Lin Yan did not notice that, the instant she lowered her head, an extremely concealed cold gleam flashed deep within those silver dragon eyes.

"Fine."

Lin Yan sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes, opened his mind, and threw wide the gates of his spiritual power.

Gu Yue watched Lin Yan sit defenselessly on the ground, his mind completely open, and the light deep in her eyes grew colder still.

Too naive.

A god who doesn't even know soul spirit contract techniques.

A useless thing reduced to eating poisonous mushrooms to stave off hunger.

A mortal whose spiritual power is so weak that he isn't even a soul master.

And you want to contract me, Gu Yue, the Silver Dragon King?

She flew up, slowly extended a little claw, and gently touched Lin Yan's forehead.

Silver light glowed from her scales, sketching one intricate inscription after another and forming a contract array in the air.

The array enveloped them both, its radiance flowing.

Then Gu Yue's consciousness entered Lin Yan's sea of spirit.