423 Under Control 2 (1/2)

”Absolutely not! Once I acknowledge you as my master, I will be loyal to you,” pledged the mussel, in all sincerity.

Obviously, Gu Xijiu was not impressed, ”Words alone are no proof.”

She scratched its shell lightly with the tip of her sword, ”You’re a cunning creature. I have to take precautions against you, so I think it’s best if I just make you into soup.”

”I can build a Blood Agreement with you!” The mussel was distressed, so it had no alternative but to suggest the ultimate resort.

Gu Xijiu was aware of the Blood Agreement, where the majestic being would offer its blood as an offer to build an agreement with the human to submit itself, tying its fate altogether with the fate its master.

If its master died, it died. If its master were injured, it would be injured. However, if the majestic being were hurt or even dead, its master would only sense it.

The Blood Agreement was extremely unfair to the majestic beings - it was indeed a treaty of surrender and humiliation. Therefore, a majestic being would not agree to it with a human unless out of absolute necessity.

Apparently, the lifespan of a majestic being was generally very long, as they could easily live up to thousands of years. As for ordinary human beings, the lifespan was so short that their lives could not even reach a hundred years.

If a Blood Agreement existed, it would be such a great injustice to the life of the majestic beings.

Therefore, there was a more humane rule. It was stated that if the aged human being died ordinarily and agreed to discharge the contract with the majestic being before passing away, the Blood Agreement would be removed and the majestic being would regain its freedom.

Such rule would only apply to the premise of death due to aging, not accident. Thus, the majestic beings had to protect their masters carefully, like a hen protecting its flock of chicks. They had to risk their lives in resistance to protect their masters in dangerous times.

The mussel would only propose that out of immense desperation. It felt as though it was hitting a new low.

The little girl in front of it only possessed a level five spiritual power. She should have been easily shattered like an eggshell. Putting its fate in her hands was as though dancing at the edge of a cliff on the point of a sword – the danger was not ordinary.