Chapter 106: Condition to save a person

Chapter 106: Condition to save a person

"You were quite handsome the way you were before," Feng Yun commented as he confirmed the identity of the Crazy Sword Saint and stepped inside the room.

"Come with me. Help me save someone," the Crazy Sword Saint urged without preamble.

Feng Yun raised an eyebrow. "Wait a moment. You’ve really recovered your strength, haven’t you? That means... you should be able to contend with the Guild Master of the Black Wolf Guild now?"

He observed the old man carefully. He couldn’t see through his current cultivation at all. The man standing before him was like a sheathed divine blade—restrained, but ready to strike at any moment.

"Contend with him?" The Crazy Sword Saint sneered. "I only need three breaths to defeat him now."

Even Feng Yun was slightly taken aback by the bold claim. But judging by the aura radiating from the man, it didn’t seem like empty boasting.

"You need a battle to reclaim your name on the Villain Ranking," Feng Yun smiled faintly. "I’ve prepared one for you. It’s time for the world to witness your return."

He was curious too—just how terrifying was the strength of one of Black Plain City’s former top powerhouses?

"You want me to deal with the Black Wolf Guild for you?" the Sword Saint asked, instantly seeing through Feng Yun’s intent.

He had personally witnessed Feng Yun being ambushed by the Black Wolf Guild. Clearly, there was bad blood between them. And Feng Yun alone was no match for the guild.

"That’s right. What, are you afraid?" Feng Yun said calmly, almost teasingly.

"As long as you help me save her, I’ll help you deal with the Black Wolf Guild." The Sword Saint’s voice was cold and steady. Facing a powerful faction like the Black Wolf Guild, he didn’t show the slightest fear.

But Feng Yun wasn’t done.

"It’s not just about dealing with the Black Wolf Guild," he added casually, yet his next words dropped like thunder. "I need you to become my subordinate—permanently."

The Crazy Sword Saint’s expression changed. "Boy, do you even know what you’re saying?"

He was proud. A peerless swordsman of his generation. To serve another, to bow to someone younger—it was unthinkable. And now Feng Yun was asking for nothing less than lifelong servitude?

Feng Yun remained composed. "You and I sign a contract. You agree to become my subordinate, and I will help you save that person."

He didn’t offer hollow promises. He would bind the deal with a contract and the backing of his system. A life must be saved—at a cost.

To save someone beyond the reach of the top alchemists of this world, even the system required a rare pill. It wasn’t cheap. Not even available for purchase under normal circumstances.

But for a chance to recruit a Quasi-Emperor Realm powerhouse?

Feng Yun would pay the price.

He could see the desperation in the Sword Saint’s eyes. The urgency. The man had rushed here the moment he confirmed the Nirvana Pill’s effects. Clearly, this was no casual favor.

"Boy, are you trying my patience?"

The Crazy Sword Saint’s tone turned menacing. "I know you’ve laid strong formations in this house. But don’t overestimate yourself. Before you even activate them, I can kill you."

Not only was he being asked to submit—but also to sign a binding contract?

He was furious.

Feng Yun met his gaze without flinching. "Old man, you know as well as I do—no one else can save her. Not your sect, not any other alchemist in the world. You must’ve searched every corner of the continent by now and still found nothing."

"And as for the pill I gave you... do you even understand its value? It can’t be measured in spirit stones. That alone is worth more than most sects’ entire treasuries."

He added coolly, "I’ve already restored your strength. If you want to leave, you can. But if you truly want to save her, sign the contract."

He didn’t believe in empty words. He would use the system’s sealing method to ensure the old man couldn’t go back on his word.

Now it was up to the Sword Saint to decide—would he kneel for the sake of the one he wanted to save?

The room fell into silence.

The Crazy Sword Saint’s face twisted. He turned, as if to storm out... but stopped just short of the door.

His fists clenched.

He could easily kill Feng Yun. But he dared not gamble.

Because he was terrified.

Not of losing the fight—but of losing that girl.

He had seen it in Feng Yun’s eyes too—unshakable resolve. The kind of resolve he once had. This boy couldn’t be threatened. If pushed, he’d simply walk away.

And then... it would all be over.

—

"...Fine," the old man finally said, voice hoarse. "As long as you can save her, I will become your subordinate."

He reached out and began to write with his spiritual power.

In the void, a golden contract emerged, glowing with the aura of heavenly law.

Then the Crazy Sword Saint pricked his finger and infused a drop of blood essence into the contract.

Feng Yun raised a brow. He hadn’t expected the old man to agree so quickly. He had been prepared to negotiate further, maybe even offer more incentives.

But it looked like he had guessed right—the person the old man wanted to save meant more to him than pride, power, or freedom.

Feng Yun carefully examined the contract.

"If the life cannot be saved, the contract is void?" he asked.

"That’s right. If you fail, then I owe you nothing."

"Fair enough," Feng Yun said with a smirk. He cut his finger and offered his own drop of blood essence.

He had even asked the system beforehand whether the contract was genuine or some trick. The system confirmed—it was real, binding under the laws of the mysterious world.

As both drops of blood sank into the glowing script, the contract burst into golden light and split into two beams, each entering the consciousness of its respective signer.

The pact was sealed.

—

"Let’s go," the Crazy Sword Saint said without warning.

Before Feng Yun could react, a powerful hand clamped onto his shoulder.

In the blink of an eye, the two vanished.

Feng Yun’s ears roared with hurricane winds. The colors around him blurred into streaks of light. They were travelling through space itself.