Sometime later, Kentucky bade farewell to all the women surrounding him before calling everyone to hop on his back. Rean, Roan, Luan, Rafatia, and Falangia quickly boarded the Kentucky Express before the Minokawa took flight. Well, Kentucky didn’t need to fly for long, though. After all, they were simply heading to the Formation Guild.
One thing was the same in all continents of the Realm of Gods. They all had the main sub-occupation guilds. Blacksmith, Talismans, Formations, Alchemy, etc. That’s why it didn’t matter where the twins went. They would always find these guilds there. Then again, each guild acted independently, and they only contacted each other if necessary.
In the Formation Guild, the guild leader was alerted that Rean’s group had arrived. He, as the guild leader, had to be well-informed about everything that happened in the city. With that said, he knew very well who the twins were, especially Rean. Rean had easily defeated the City Lord, so his power was unmatched in this place.
Thanks to that reputation, Rean’s group didn’t need to wait or even pay to use the teleport formation. Well, to be more specific, they did pay Divine Stones, but those were the Divine Stones necessary to activate the teleport formation. In the end, that was the most the guild could do for them.
Rean didn’t mind since his group would teleport from one city to another from now on. Such distance only used Rank One Divine Stones and not even a lot of them at that. Rank One Divine Stones were something Rean really couldn’t care less about. He still had almost twenty thousand Rank Two Divine Stones waiting to be spent, making it easier to measure out his whole fortune. If he really ran out of Rank One Divine Stones, it would be an easy task for him to exchange a couple of Rank Two Divine Stones for them.
Due to the twins’ strength, they were taken care of with the utmost respect in every guild they appeared at. Some of those guilds were located in somewhat wealthier cities, so they didn’t even allow the twins to pay the teleport. Rean, of course, wouldn’t refuse their help.
Five days later, in Dry Sky City, Mou, Druvan, and Regil had finally arrived. Naturally, Zostemou came to see them straight away… or so he wanted. Unsurprisingly, he couldn’t do so at all. That’s because he had to act as one of the city’s heroes, so when he was on his way, he had to stop all the time to help the people, much to his distress.
Mou eventually found Zostemou somewhere between the Formation Guild and the City Lord’s estate. “Zostemou!”
“Father!” Zostemou’s eyes lit up in response. He then looked at the woman he just helped and said with a somewhat unhappy expression, “Be more careful next time, understood? I-If you need so-something, look for the City Lord’s estate.” His words and his face told completely two different things. It was obvious that he didn’t want to say such a thing at all. Naturally, the real him couldn’t care less about the woman.
The woman, grateful for the help but puzzled by Zostemou’s behavior, could only nod in response. “Right… thank you, City Lord…” Well, it wasn’t every day when the City Lord himself helped someone as weak as her. It was obvious that she had never heard about anything like that before.
Eventually, the woman left, and Zostemou couldn’t find anyone else in need of help within the range of his Divine Sense. Soon after, Mou descended from the sky, stopping on Zostemou’s side as he asked, “Is that what the contract is forcing you to do? How much cultivation time will you lose if you keep helping every piece of shit in this city?”
Druvan and Regil couldn’t help but suggest soon after, “Mou, what about wiping out this entire city? If there isn’t anyone to help anymore, the young master will obviously be free.”
“Stop!” Zostemou’s expression went pale when he heard that. “According to the contract, my own life is linked to this city. If the city really falls, so will my life.” Rean really left no holes in his contract. Knowing that Zostemou was someone important, he made sure that his ‘importantness’ would be used to keep the population safe.
Mou nodded, telling him, “Don’t worry, I know.”
Zostemou sighed in relief before looking at his father with pledging eyes. “Father, you must have a way to nullify this contract. I can’t stay here doing this bullshit forever! Otherwise, everyone else in my generation will surpass me, and our future position in the clan might even be affected.”
Unfortunately, Mou knew more about the Soul Binding Contracts than anyone else. “There’s no way to nullify a Soul Binding Contract. At the very least, not at your cultivation level. Your only chance is to reach the Void Tempering Realm. Once that happens, you can use your soul strength and spatial powers to destroy the restrictions in your soul. However, doing that is extremely risky as well. My advice to you is to fulfill your end of the contract until one hundred years pass.”
“That can’t be…” Naturally, Zostemou felt like he was doomed. “One hundred years of this bullshit?”
*Ahhhh!*
Suddenly, Zostemou, who had to keep his Divine Sense spread all the time, saw another occurrence happening. Someone had just assaulted a cultivator in a large group, and the guy wouldn’t last long that way.
However, after Zostemou heard he had no other way to escape except to spend those hundred years here, he didn’t know if he should act or not. Perhaps it was better to simply die here.
Unfortunately for him, because Zostemou was ignoring the man, the restriction in his soul began to activate, and he felt that. The fear of death quickly overcame his emotions, and he immediately sprung to action. In the end, he did save the man as his father looked at the scene.
“Fuck!” Zostemou felt like shit.
It was then that his father called his attention, saying, “I can’t help you much, but I can get revenge for you.. Where are the guys who forced you to sign that contract? If they really have a contract that can even take effect when forced, our family must get our hands on them.”
