Is this the King’s Dominating Qi?
This led to his eagerness to show off.
Without hesitation, he used the Spiritual Qi within his body in the form of a paid price, drawing out a trace of power once left by his Lifebound Treasure, exploding with a strike at Cultivator Level.
Otherwise, he would definitely procrastinate, ultimately completing the task, at least able to breathe a few more times, because after unsealing, that’s when he leaves this world.
So at this time, not yet fully unsealed, the task was already completed.
The result of task completion.
Black Qi emerged from behind the Little Cultivator, intertwining and slowly rotating, forming something.
Upon sensing this, the Little Cultivator turned his head, his face changed, and he desperately looked at the Small Knife shouting: "Master, save me, I grasp the Cultivation Technique and can teach you, I also know Rune, and can refine Talisman Magical Treasures."
Ding: The Residual Soul of the debt-ridden Little Cultivator wants to recognize you as its master, do you agree?
Warning, warning: If you agree, the debt of this Little Cultivator’s Residual Soul, 9999 Iron Coins, will be inherited by you.
Warning: The difference between Immortal and Mortal, even if it’s just a Low-Level Cultivator’s Residual Soul, cannot be enslaved by ordinary mortals, please consider carefully.
Tip: Yindu People’s debts are not so easy to owe.
The debt-ridden Little Cultivator rapidly formed a black vortex behind him, but his upper body had already been unsealed, including one hand.
"Master, I will definitely not disappoint you, your King’s Dominating Qi deeply convinced me, I am sure to be your most loyal follower." The Little Cultivator was anxious and shamelessly said.
Some words were overheard, yet he didn’t stop, instead chanting in his mouth.
Soon, he waved his hand and a green light condensed in his hand, directly shooting out, landing on the motionless Veteran over there.
His health bar visibly rose, actually moving a bit.
Small Knife thought he was dead.
Seeing this, he couldn’t help but be delighted.
Soon, another green light shot over, entered Small Knife’s body, and the pierced injury visibly recovered at a speed.
Just a few seconds, completely healed.
Exerting power beyond the current Ability, the Little Cultivator’s face was a bit pale.
"Enough, fate is fate, don’t force it, don’t force it." Looking at the unmoved Small Knife, the Little Cultivator sighed, feeling the suction force behind him, and finally looked at this world with deep reluctance.
"Eh, the suction force is gone?"
"Sorry! Everything changed too suddenly, didn’t react at once." Small Knife got up.
Ding: The Residual Soul of the debt-ridden Little Cultivator recognizes you as master, but due to the difference in Soul essence, the system’s power cannot infiltrate or assimilate, you cannot forcibly command or control, Loyalty: ???.
Ding: Congratulations, you acquired a new slave (unable to control), and inherited their attached debt: 9999 Iron Coins.
"Master, for the life-saving grace, endless gratitude." The Little Cultivator quickly clasped his hands.
"What master not-master, don’t mention it again, you saved me first, life-saving grace is greater than heaven, helping you repay the debt is proper." Small Knife comforted the tearful Xiu’Er while confidently waving his hand.
Unable to control anyway, might as well be gracious.
The Little Cultivator was stunned, smiled slightly, and said no more.
"By the way, how to repay the debt?" Small Knife asked.
"This, can be delayed until the Yin Du Merchant comes again to discuss." The Little Cultivator immediately felt a bit embarrassed.
This is equivalent to pitting this person.
"Anxious when debts aren’t repaid, can’t sleep well, repaying is more relaxed." Small Knife appeared carefree.
While checking the information, this Little Cultivator had already downgraded to Level 60.
Killing Fierce Beast, downgrade ten levels, saving two people, downgrade five levels each, it seems this exceeds his level Ability, and requires consumption.
The Little Cultivator almost choked, by now he was fully unsealed, looking back at the black vortex behind him saying: "This is Yindu Pass, put money in here to repay the debt, once again, many thanks, I thought there was no future, and the Soul would never be liberated."
"No need to be so polite, we could be considered life-and-death comrades, haha, we are friends from now on." Small Knife smiled as he approached, stretched out his hand, and an Iron Block appeared, directly threw it inside.
Ding: Yin Du Merchant fair and square, you paid a down payment, approximately equals: 1245 Iron Coins.
Ding: Discovered you have debt, deducted, Yindu People debt collection postponed.
Small Knife hesitated not, a palm-sized Metal Block appeared in hand, quickly tossed inside, like throwing stones, without any pain.
This sight made the Little Cultivator subconsciously swallow.
Rich people, tycoon, Golden Leg means this?
Indeed, those strange people like aren’t without reason, I like it too, super like.
Back then, if there was such a Golden Leg, the Master wouldn’t have died in combat, and the Sect wouldn’t have been destroyed.
He was stunned afterwards, urgent, hurriedly: "Enough, it’s already enough."
"Oh! Anyway, the down payment doesn’t matter, doesn’t have storage fee, convenient for next time buying stuff." Small Knife nodded, continuing to toss Iron Blocks.
Actually contemplating, having pre-paid the down payment, how wouldn’t more good stuff be brought during trade! Hehe!
"I!" The Little Cultivator found himself speechless, longingly watching, just like that, the Metal was tossed inside?
Seeing his heartache.
What’s called no lack of money? Isn’t this.
First time seeing such a thing in this life.
By relying on the Cultivator’s Sharp senses, he could affirm this person truly doesn’t feel pain, lacks money, not just flaunting in front of him.
Moreover, this person isn’t simple, this Spatial Skill? No Storage Treasure found, as for the Spell, hehe, even a Little Cultivator can’t involve in Spatial Skill, much less this mortal.
Furthermore, no Spatial fluctuation.
Doubtless, this person’s identity isn’t simple.
He could distinctly feel the erosion by that power, possibly from this Little World’s particularity, but such a specific scenario occurred when he was willing to submit recognition.
Then the situation becomes intriguing.
Additionally, according to the insight from years in the Yin Realm where the Yindu People reside, basic judgment concluded this Little World has a Dao, Power of Rules.
Even a Little World cannot be altered by Great Power.
Hehe, what more is there to consider, only a Residual Soul remains, if now isn’t the time for a gamble? When?
At that moment, the Little Cultivator relaxed his heart, directly suppressed the inherent resistance, allowing that peculiar yet extremely weak force to permeate his body.
He could faintly sense the effect of this force.
Merely the power of master-subordinate type contracts or such.
Upon completely abandoning resistance, that force easily fused into the Little Cultivator’s body.
Actually, only a trace of Soul remained of him, essentially fusing into that trace of Soul.