Divine Emperor of Death

The old man stretched out his finger as his wrinkled face turned solemn, "Boy, remember that you are talking to the Great Soul King, Garvin Woller. I don't care if you're cautious against me because I don't have a lot of time left. I only want you to promise me two things..."

Davis returned his solemn look with his own. He wanted to ask what would happen if he were to disagree but kept his mouth shut.

Besides, Soul King? How was he supposed to know what it was other than sounding grand?

"First, I want you to take revenge for me..." The old man paused a moment before muttering, "When you are strong enough..."

"Second, I want you to see if my descendants are still alive, safe and sound. If they are, then hand them this..." The old man threw a Spatial Ring to Davis.

Davis didn't try to catch it, so it fell on the ground making some noise in the dimly lit room.

The old man seemed to not mind and continued his speech, "In return, I'll teach you Soul Forging Cultivation, the concepts you didn't understand, the abstruse outline of the Soul Forging Cultivation. I'll make you understand every side of it, to the last bit of my knowledge."

Davis just stared at him with no changes to his expression. The poker face he put in made it harder for the wizened expert to tell what he was thinking about.

Besides, Davis understood that this expert had full control of the situation since he dared to throw a treasure to him.

Quite some time passed, yet they kept staring at each other.

The old man didn't push but waited for him to reply yet there was a discernible amount of pressure oozing out from him.

Even Davis could feel that the old man was feeling eager and even anxious.

Looking at the old man, Davis understood at least two things that would happen if he were to refuse!

Either the old man would kill him, or would imprint him with some kind of spell which could literally turn him into a puppet of his bidding, like a slave!

Davis carefully weighed his options before he opened his mouth decisively, "I accept!"

A smile lit up on the old man's face when suddenly Davis spoke, "But!"

"I have two conditions as well..."

The old man suddenly looked pensive as well as a little irritated, "Speak..."

"First, even though you agreed to teach me, under no circumstances will I call you teacher or master."

"Second, in the name of teaching, you are not allowed to look into my soul or memories!"

The old man blinked, then laughed, "Hahaha! I don't care if you are my Grandpa or Grandson, neither do I want to peep into a scrawny kid's memories! Hmph! I only care if you will fulfill my two conditions or not!"

Davis said, "Then I have a question for you..."

"What? My patience is limited!"

"You said that you don't have much time... Does that mean you won't ever get to confirm that if I ever fulfilled your end of the deal?"

The old man suddenly went silent.

Davis smiled wryly, "You're going make me vow to the heavens or something?"

"... Sigh, brat, you're too smart for your own good. You have much knowledge, meaning that you must be from a prominent family or sect."

"Then you must know what we are going to do, right?"

Davis nodded his head but he didn't have the faintest idea of what he was talking about!

"I want you to sign a Blood Soul Contract." The old man said in a clear tone.

Davis's heart pounded! The name itself rang bells in his ears, causing fear to envelop him, temporarily giving him goosebumps.

"I've heard of it before, what exactly is it?" Davis lied through his teeth, asking as he suppressed his fear.

The old man sighed and spoke in a gentle tone, "Child, it's fine as we will sign on only what we've agreed upon."

"The Blood Soul Contract is an agreement which high-level cultivators like me use for various purposes such as transactions but it is as worse as a slave contract because if you go against it, you will instantly receive a backlash that will largely cripple you, with a slight chance of killing you as well."

"But this is highly used since as long as one abides by their words, nothing will happen to them under any circumstance."

The old man took out a white sheet of paper which looked like a talisman with some kind scriptures etched on it.

"Imprint your conditions with a time limit and inscribe them into this paper." The old man narrowed his eyes.

Davis didn't move but suddenly felt sad. He didn't go find High-Level Cultivators, in fact, he always avoided coming into contact with High-Level Cultivators because he knew he couldn't possibly hope to match them.

But when he headed to a low-level place to finish a low-level mission, he surprisingly got caught in this mess. Just like when he was an orphan and got kidnapped, where he had no means to protect himself.

Davis hated this feeling, the feeling of powerlessness!

"I know what you're thinking, but it's just naive. I know it's unfair to you but the world doesn't care about that, because the world doesn't see if you're right or wrong, it only sees if you are weak or strong!"

"I was weak! So I had no choice but to fall to this state and in front of me, you are weak!"

"It's a cycle!"

"You have it better! I'm not making you my slave since that would be detrimental to your growth!"

"But now, you have no choice but to comply with my requests. The two conditions you requested are within my means to accept. If you delay any longer..." The old man slightly threatened but in reality, he was also anxious except Davis didn't know this point.

Davis took a deep breath! Even though he felt reluctant, what the old man said was true! He had no choice but to comply!

The only way left out for him now was to die! But he obviously wouldn't choose that under most circumstances, including now.