Oath Contract

Old Man Wu's palm could not stop trembling as he solemnly asked again, "You mean... you're giving this to me?"

"Yes, to you." Yi Feng waved a hand, speaking as though it meant nothing.

Old Man Wu sucked in a sharp breath. The whole thing felt like a dream, and he still could not quite believe it. He asked again, "You're really giving it to me?"

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

Just a... rake head?

Yi Feng's words made Old Man Wu roll his eyes so hard he nearly passed out.

But once he came back to his senses, he was even more shaken and incredulous. He realized that he had still underestimated Yi Feng. Yi Feng's standing in his heart rose by another level.

He could not help wondering who this old monster was, one who looked young yet had no idea how many years he had truly lived.

Even a Saint Grade item was beneath his notice?

"Of course, I'm not giving you this rake head for nothing," Yi Feng added. Though he wanted to give the rake head directly to the old man, he was not enough of a saintly do-gooder to go that far.

After all, financially speaking, he was a mud Bodhisattva crossing the river—unable to save even himself.

Old Man Wu nodded.

He had never expected Yi Feng to give him a Saint Grade divine weapon for free. Such divine treasures were things one could encounter only by chance, never seek at will. Even if many people possessed priceless treasures, they might not be able to exchange them for a Saint Grade Divine Rake.

Thus, he grew uneasy.

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

And could he even accomplish it?

For a moment, he sat crouched on the little stool like a child, staring eagerly as he waited for Yi Feng to continue.

"We're old friends, after all. I certainly won't charge you market price. I'll give you a fifty percent discount!" Yi Feng said with a smile. Fifty percent was already the lowest price in his mind. Though the old man was a farmer, he should still be able to afford a rake head at half price.

Old Man Wu's body trembled at those words.

A Saint Grade Divine Rake at half price—if news of such a thing got out, it would probably drive countless old monsters across the continent mad.

Yet what made his heart ache was that even at half price, he simply could not afford it.

Back then, even that battered Seven-Toothed Saint Rake had nearly drained the savings he had accumulated over so many years. Half price was still far beyond the Seven-Toothed Saint Rake's value.

What should I do?

Was he really going to let this Heaven-sent Opportunity slip away like this?

Old Man Wu's face was scrunched up in misery.

Seemingly noticing Old Man Wu's embarrassed expression, Yi Feng frowned and asked, "What is it, Old Man Wu? Don't you have enough money?"

Old Man Wu was covered in shame. Lowering his head, he nodded bitterly.

Alas!

Yi Feng could not help sighing.

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

What should he do now?

Seeing Yi Feng sigh, Old Man Wu became extremely nervous. If Yi Feng withdrew this Heaven-sent Opportunity, he would be devastated. So he raised his head and asked uneasily, "Brother Yi, no, Mister Yi, how about..."

"Hm?"

Yi Feng looked at him.

"I still have one matter left unfinished. Once I have completed it, I am willing to acknowledge you as my master and follow you. What do you think..." Old Man Wu said, looking at Yi Feng nervously.

He did not know whether Yi Feng would agree.

"Follow me?"

Yi Feng froze for a moment, then curled his lips. Was this old man having another bout of middle-school syndrome?

Putting aside the fact that a rake head was not worth escalating things to that level, even if the old man really followed him, what use would he be? Other than another mouth to feed, he might suddenly croak one day, and Yi Feng would have to pay for his coffin.

"Alright!"

Seeing this, Old Man Wu's face filled with disappointment. He immediately understood that Yi Feng was unwilling to accept this condition.

But that made sense. Yi Feng himself was stronger than he was, so having a follower like him would be useless.

"How about this?" Yi Feng thought for a moment before saying, "Take the rake first. As for the money, gather it slowly. Whenever you have it, just give it to me then, alright?"

After saying that, Yi Feng looked at him.

This was already his greatest concession. If he had the financial means, giving the old man a rake head would not matter, but he would not slap his face swollen to pretend he was fat.

Yi Feng's words instantly filled Old Man Wu with excitement, gratitude, and respect for him.

He had thought he was fated to miss out on this divine rake, yet he had never expected Yi Feng to make such a huge concession.

"Mister Yi, I will engrave your kindness upon my heart. Perhaps you may never need me in your lifetime, but I, Wu Yonghong, swear here and now: if there is ever anything you need of me, I will not shrink back even from ten thousand deaths!"

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

As Wu Yonghong made his oath, the clouds above Pingjiang City suddenly shifted with a thunderous roar. Two flashes of lightning streaked through the sky, and a mysterious contract entered Wu Yonghong's mind.

Oath Contract.

Should he violate it, he would surely be destroyed.