Chapter 2: Zhao Yu's Family

Upon hearing Ling Xuzi’s question, Zhao Yu pondered for a moment, then his eyes suddenly brightened. “We shall make a contract.”

Ling Xuzi thought it over and finally understood. “You mean sign a written agreement? But there’s no document here.”

“No problem, I have one.” Zhao Yu rummaged in his bosom and quickly pulled out a dull, grayish parchment.

He wiped it clean with the corner of his garment, then bit his finger and wrote on the parchment with his blood.

Having written only a few words, Zhao Yu looked up. “Elder, what is your name?”

Ling Xuzi replied as kindly as he could, “Ling Xuzi.”

He felt as though he was about to lose control and kill someone.

Zhao Yu, however, remained unhurried, continuing to write on the parchment.

[Contract: Zhao Yu will take Ling Xuzi home to rest for one night; Ling Xuzi will teach Zhao Yu cultivation and guarantee his success.]

[Signed by: Zhao Yu]

Beaming with satisfaction, Zhao Yu handed over the parchment. “Elder, it’s your turn.”

Without hesitation, Ling Xuzi produced a brush from somewhere and signed his name on the parchment.

Zhao Yu took back the parchment and placed it in his bosom, feeling even more delighted... Now, he was certain he could soar through the skies and traverse the earth.

Ling Xuzi, his murderous intent reaching its peak, forced himself to appear kindly. “Little one, where is your home?”

Zhao Yu immediately perked up. “Over there...”

With the direction confirmed, Ling Xuzi grabbed Zhao Yu’s shoulder and transformed into a gentle breeze, vanishing.

In his heart, he swore that once they reached Zhao Yu’s home, he would spare Zhao Yu’s life for the night. By dawn, he would make this foolish fellow from the barbarian lands understand the awe owed to one who has nearly reached the level of a True God of Transformation.

In the blink of an eye, the four men... cough, five people disappeared.

After a while, a strange figure, appearing part clay sculpture, part iron, emerged from a nearby thicket. Its paper eyes, streaming blood and tears, fixated intently on the spot where Zhao Yu and the others had vanished.

After staring for some time, the paper figure suddenly let out an angry roar.

Its body then inflated like it had been filled with air, shifting from a simple paper figure to a more three-dimensional form.

Its paper hands abruptly transformed into steel blades, which it violently drove through its own abdomen.

Stars sparkled within the wound as four human figures, each about the size of a palm, crawled out from inside the paper figure—they were none other than Ling Xuzi, the red-haired man, and the other three.

These were their star spirit forms, forcibly taken by the paper figure through an extremely sinister method.

One must understand that star spirit forms are the manifestations of cultivators who have comprehended the celestial heart, resonating with the stars—existing somewhere between being and non-being, akin to a form of blessing technique.

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