Once Xiao Hua's Divine Thought swept over them, the others immediately noticed it. Delight flooded their faces as they desperately urged their magic treasures to resist and sent voice transmissions begging for help.
Xiao Hua flew over, released his Divine Thought, and shielded them all. Smiling, he said, "This old man is Xiao Hua of Yuzhou. I can now save you and lead you out of this Giant Stone Formation, but this old man wishes to make a deal with you, fellow Daoists."
Seeing that Xiao Hua had not even displayed any divine ability, yet had shattered the giant stones above their heads with Divine Thought alone, the cultivators had long been dumbstruck and regarded him as a godlike being! Now that they heard Xiao Hua wanted to make a deal, how could they dare refuse? They hurriedly nodded like chicks pecking at rice.
"You shall make heart oaths and serve this old man for five hundred years! During that time, this old man shall provide everything you need!" Xiao Hua did not stand on ceremony and named his price straight away.
"Good...!" One clever fellow had already calculated matters out the moment Xiao Hua's voice fell. He hurriedly nodded. "This junior, Lan Dianzi, is willing to serve True Person Xiao for five hundred years!"
"Good. Close your eyes and do not resist!" Xiao Hua did not stand on ceremony. He separated a strand of his consciousness, covered this early-Nascent Soul stage cultivator, and immediately took him into his space.
Seeing Lan Dianzi vanish, how could the seven or eight Golden Core disciples dare deliberate any further? They too hastily swore blood oaths, and Xiao Hua likewise took them in.
"Senior... are you a Daoist disciple? You are not some Confucian cultivator, are you?" The remaining four cultivators, all around