Oath Contract

Old Man Wu's palm trembled uncontrollably. He solemnly asked again, "You mean, this is for me?"

"Yes, for you," Yi Feng said dismissively, waving his hand.

Old Man Wu immediately gasped, feeling as if he were in a dream. He still couldn't quite believe it and asked again, "It's really for me?"

"It's just a rake, no big deal," Yi Feng said nonchalantly.

Just a... rake?

Yi Feng's words made Old Man Wu roll his eyes so hard he almost fainted.

But as he recovered, he was even more shocked and incredulous. He realized he had underestimated Yi Feng. Yi Feng's standing in his heart had risen another level.

He couldn't help but wonder who this person was, young in appearance but an old monster who had lived for who knows how many years.

He could be so dismissive of even a Saint Grade item?

"Of course, this rake isn't free," Yi Feng added. Although he wanted to give the rake to the old man directly, he wasn't that saintly.

After all, financially, he was like a bodhisattva crossing the river, unable to save himself.

Old Man Wu nodded.

He had never expected Yi Feng to give him a Saint Grade Divine Weapon for free. Such divine items were rare and hard to come by. Many people, even with priceless treasures, might not be able to trade for a Saint Grade Divine Weapon.

So, he became anxious.

What would Yi Feng ask him to pay, or to do?

And would he be able to do it?

For a moment, he squatted on the small stool, like a child, eagerly awaiting Yi Feng's next words.

"We're old friends, after all. I won't charge you the market price. I'll give you a 50% discount!" Yi Feng said with a smile. Fifty percent was his lowest acceptable price. Although the old man was a farmer, he should be able to afford a rake at half price.

Upon hearing this, Old Man Wu's body trembled.

A Saint Grade Divine Rake at half price. If this news got out, it would likely drive countless old monsters on the entire continent into a frenzy.

But what made his heart ache was that even at half price, he couldn't afford it.

To know that his dilapidated Seven-Toothed Saint Rake had already cost him nearly all his savings over the years, and half the price of this new one far exceeded the value of the Seven-Toothed Saint Rake.

What should he do?

Would this heaven-sent opportunity slip through his fingers just like that?

Old Man Wu's face contorted with distress.

Seemingly sensing Old Man Wu's predicament, Yi Feng frowned and asked, "What's wrong, Old Man Wu? Not enough money?"

Old Man Wu's face was covered in sweat. He lowered his head and nodded bitterly.

Sigh!

Yi Feng couldn't help but sigh.

It seemed this old man was even poorer than he had imagined.

What could be done?

Seeing Yi Feng sigh, Old Man Wu became extremely nervous. If Yi Feng took back this heaven-sent opportunity, he would be devastated. So, he raised his head and asked hesitantly, "Brother Yi, no, Mr. Yi, how about..."

"Hmm?"

Yi Feng looked at him.

"I still have one thing to complete. Once I finish it, I am willing to pledge my allegiance to you and follow you. What do you think..." After speaking, Old Man Wu looked at Yi Feng nervously.

He didn't know if Yi Feng would agree.

"Follow me?"

Yi Feng was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but curl his lips. Was this old man having a chuunibyou relapse?

Setting aside the fact that a rake didn't warrant such a level of commitment, even if he did follow him, what use would this old man be? Besides being another mouth to feed, if he suddenly dropped dead one day, Yi Feng would have to pay for his coffin.

"Fine!"

Seeing Yi Feng's reaction, Old Man Wu's face filled with disappointment. He understood that Yi Feng was unwilling to accept his offer.

But it made sense. Yi Feng was already stronger than him, so having him as a follower wouldn't be of much use.

"How about this," Yi Feng said after some thought. "You take the rake first. As for the money, you can slowly gather it. Give it to me whenever you have it, alright?"

After speaking, Yi Feng looked at him.

This was his biggest concession. If he had the financial means, he wouldn't mind giving the rake to the old man, but he wouldn't pretend to be rich when he wasn't.

Yi Feng's words made Old Man Wu extremely excited, filling him with gratitude and respect for Yi Feng.

He had thought he would never have any connection with this divine rake, but he never expected Yi Feng to make such a significant concession.

"Mr. Yi, your kindness is something this old servant will remember forever. You may never need me, but I, Wu Yonghong, swear here today that if you ever need me for anything, I will not hesitate to face death!"

As he spoke, he stood up and bowed deeply to Yi Feng with great solemnity.

As Wu Yonghong took his oath, the clouds above Pingjiang City suddenly shifted. Two bolts of lightning flashed in the sky, and a mysterious contract entered Wu Yonghong's mind.

Oath Contract.

Violation would lead to destruction.