Primordial Cultivator

"Release me already." Zhu Wenqian grumbled angrily.

"I'll be his bodyguard…" she added.

As soon as she finished her words, Zhu Wenqian felt the strand of light that was tying her loosened up a bit.

However, she was still being restrained, unable to muster an ounce of her spiritual qi.

Zhu Wenqian glared at Fan Ping as she snorted, "Why haven't you released me yet?"

Fan Ping chuckled softly as he shook his head.

"What's the rush, Zhu Wenqian?" Fan Ping said as he continued, "Just because you said you would be Yang Wei's bodyguard, how would I know you won't renege on your words?"

"A lady never breaks her promise."

"But you're no lady nor do you seem trustworthy either."

Zhu Wenqian stomped her foot in anger as she held a fierce gaze at Fan Ping.

"Stop going around the bush and speak your damn mind already." Zhu Wenqian roared.

She was being played left and right by Fan Ping yet she couldn't do anything against him.

She was too weak and inexperienced when compared to an even older monster like Fan Ping.

Meanwhile, Fan Ping curled his lips upward as he flicked his hand and a piece of paper appeared out of thin air.

Zhu Wenqian felt a soft breeze passing through her when the paper fell flat on the ground.

As the paper dropped to the ground, Zhu Wenqian lowered her head slightly to see what the content was about.

Her expression darkened when she read the first line.

"Lifetime servant for Yang Wei?" Zhu Wenqian scoffed as she stared at Fan Ping. "In your dream, just kill me already and get this over with."

There was no way she's going to serve Yang Wei for a lifetime and sacrificed her freedom for a moment of survival.

She would rather end her life if she had to be a servant forever.

Fan Ping raised an eyebrow as he showed a confused expression. "What do you mean? The contract stated you would only serve as a bodyguard for Yang Wei for 10 years."

Zhu Wenqian twitched her mouth as she looked at Fan Ping with narrowed eyes.

"Are you trying to fool me?" Zhu Wenqian exclaimed as she stomped on the contract paper. "It clearly stated a lifetime of servitude and you still dare to act innocent?"

Fan Ping raised an eyebrow as he made Zhu Wenqian remove her foot.

Afterward, Fan Ping manipulated his spiritual qi to make the paper float midair as he scanned through the content.

Fan Ping held an awkward smile as he finished scanning through the content.

He cleared his throat softly as he burned the paper into crisp.

"Where was I?" Fan Ping mumbled as he flicked out a new paper. "Right, here's the contract paper for you to sign."

The content of the paper now stated Zhu Wenqian would serve as a bodyguard for Yang Wei for 10 years. After 10 years of servitude, Zhu Wenqian would be freed from her duty, and in return, Fan Ping would grant her cultivation method.

With the content of the paper changes, Fan Ping acted completely innocent, almost like the previous mistake he made was nonexistent.

"You're seriously acting innocent now?" Zhu Wenqian sneered as she tried to spit some saliva at Fan Ping.

Fan Ping easily dodged the saliva from Zhu Wenqian as he moved aside.

"You shouldn't be spitting your saliva out like that as a fine lady. We're all civilized people, right? We should let bygones be bygones." Fan Ping said as he acted in a magnanimous manner.

However, Zhu Wenqian only held a scornful look at Fan Ping as she was disgusted by his behavior.

"Listen, the cultivation method I'm giving you is one of the lost techniques from your Saint Race." Fan Ping suddenly said as he calmed Zhu Wenqian's anger.

Zhu Wenqian's expression changed when she heard Fan Ping mentioning a lost technique of their Saint Race.

"What kind of lost technique?" Zhu Wenqian asked.

"If I told you now then where would the fun be?" Fan Ping chuckled as he remained silent. He was keeping her in suspense purposely to bait her into signing the contract.

Zhu Wenqian narrowed her eyes as she pondered over the contract.

She was about to open her mouth to speak when Fan Ping suddenly raised his hand and halted her.

"If you think I need to resort to tricking a junior like you then you're overestimating yourself. I'm just giving you a chance to see how wrong you were in trying to kill Yang Wei." Fan Ping said.

And he continued, "You have two options right now. The first option is to sign the contract and gamble your chances that could either be gold or nothing. The second option is to reject my goodwill and accept death."

Sometime later, Zhu Wenqian finally nodded her head in the condition set by Fan Ping.

"Fine, but you better pray that it's genuine." Zhu Wenqian threatened as she bit her lips slightly.

Blood started leaking out at the edge of her lips as it landed on the contract paper.

Fan Ping smiled briefly as he snapped his fingers and the paper started dissipating into multiple specks of dust.

"The contract has been done," Fan Ping smiled as he released the strand of light on Zhu Wenqian.

Zhu Wenqian stretched her body briefly when she regained control of her movement.

Suddenly, she extended her hand out and grabbed a pill container that Fan Ping had thrown toward her.

"What is this?" Zhu Wenqian asked suspiciously as she sniffed on the pill container. She smelled a faint yet powerful pill aroma emitting from it.

"Consider the pill as my apology for depleting your strength and for the contract mix-up." Fan Ping said as his body started to turn transparent.

Zhu Wenqian became shocked when she saw his transparent-like body.

"W-Wait a minute… W-Why is your body like that?" Zhu Wenqian asked stutteringly.

"Whoops, seems like I was still caught in the end." Fan Ping scratched his head awkwardly as he shrugged.

"My time was over but luckily you managed to get tricked in the end," he added as he was sucked back into Yang Wei's body.