ah?The palace fighting system can also cultivate immortality

Chapter 149: "Liuyang Cave Contract"

Cross the Xinghe River and go around to a wing room.

Two swords, one long and one short, were around her. After she had built a simple sword formation to help her block out the outside world's prying eyes, she took out the book hidden in the butler's chest from the storage ring.

What could be something that could be hidden in a vital place with great treasure by an evil demon?
Sword Spirit: "It doesn't look like a decent thing anyway."

Sword Spirit: "When you killed the butler with your own palm, that guy already felt that you were not an upright cultivator."

"Whether it is good or evil depends on how you use it."

Crossing the galaxy is calm and composed.

The sword spirit recalled the man's cultivation experience and commented: "That's right. You are not afraid of your own shadow. Try harder and create another peerless evil skill. Whether we can be infamous in the world of immortal cultivation for thousands of years depends on this."

It felt that its comment was very on point, but it didn't hear a response from its owner for a long time.

The light sword leaned forward slightly, closer to her cheek.

"What?"

Du Xinghe clamped the sword with two fingers to stop its forward momentum.

"What book did you find?"

"...I don't know." Du Xinghe was silent: "I can't understand the words above."

The texture of this book is soft and delicate, not like traditional paper, but it is not made of any animal skin. The words written on it are crooked, and if you look closely, you will feel dizzy.

I think it’s because this book has a long history, and the characters used at that time are not consistent with those in circulation today.

Du Xinghe suffered from his lack of cultural knowledge.

The sword spirit gloated: "Haha, there will be a day when you will be illiterate... Wait, what are you doing?"

It didn't laugh for a while before it saw Du Xinghe wipe his fingertips across its body, cutting a cut. Bright red blood dripped onto the paper and was quickly absorbed by it, disappearing in the blink of an eye, as if the blood had been drunk up completely.

"An old item that has been in the secret realm for many years, maybe it can be recognized by blood?"

Du Xinghe said lightly.

She clearly sensed an unusual spiritual energy from this object, but when she opened the thin book, she saw line after line of incomprehensible text inside: "I still don't understand."

After saying this, ripples spread across Du Xinghe's creamy arms. Ning Lin raised his beast head, and a small cluster of flames ignited in his breath:
"Since I can't use it, there's no need to keep it."

——The Qilin is an auspicious animal that carries the positive energy to ward off evil. The flames it exhales have miraculous effects of purifying and frightening away ghosts.

Du Xinghe was betting that this thing was really intelligent and could understand what she said.

If you don’t understand…

Anyway, it was plucked from the evil spirit for free. If she can't use it, then just burn it. It's not a pity.

[Where did mom get this? Ugh, it smells rotten.]

Ninglin moved closer and smelled it, his nose twitching.

Du Xinghe: "Burned."

Hearing his mother's words, Ning Lin opened his mouth without hesitation and released a dazzling golden crow.

The flames were so bright that half of Du Xinghe's face was burned into a fiery white, and the ends of her hair and the pages of the book were also burned and curled slightly.

The next moment, something strange happened——

The originally crooked and illegible words suddenly twisted as if they had their own consciousness.

The white flame in Ninglin's mouth was about to burst out, but was stopped by the sound of his mother's heart.

【Ga? 】

It closed its mouth in panic. After a while, it heard a gurgling sound, and finally swallowed the little sun that was at the edge of its mouth back into its spit.

Ninglin looked at his mother resentfully and then hid back in her arms.

Amid the threat of life and death, the words on the thin book were quickly reorganized into the common language of the Pingyun Continent - the writing tone was still literary, with many unfamiliar and obscure words, but at least it was understandable.

"Liuyang Cave Contract"

Chen Fangqian, in order to fill the vacancy of his only son, voluntarily sold himself to become a slave under the name of Shao Xianshi, and received five taels of silver as a gift. He lived in Liuyang Cave House and did odd jobs cleaning.

Xu Niu and his wife Zhang voluntarily sold themselves as slaves to Master Shao Xianshi and received eight taels of silver as a dowry.

……

Du Xing flipped through dozens of pages, all of which were indentures of the servants in the mansion.

According to the laws of the mortal world, the children of a sold slave are the property of their master. However, if a slave has no children, his or her debts will be repaid upon his or her death. No matter where the body is buried, the soul is always free.

But if I sign the indenture contract of Master Shao, I will not have peace even after my death.

The contract clearly states the rules of daily life in Liuyang Prefecture. If there are any violations, Master Shao, who is a Taoist practitioner, will be kind and lenient, and will not be willing to beat his servants, so he will simply increase the term of service.

But selling oneself in an indenture means selling one's entire life. Those who sell themselves for a few taels of silver have already been starving, and they hope that the master can provide them with food, drink and shelter. Saving money to redeem themselves? They never thought about not being beaten, but just having to serve an intangible term of labor. They all prayed that the master was merciful.

The punishment is ineffective, and no one cares about the rules that are so harsh that they almost force people to make mistakes every day.

As time goes by, the service period is added up to a long number that seems endless.

At first, no one took the increased service time seriously.

Until the dying servant opened his eyes again in bed.

The back of "Liuyang Cave Contract" records the reactions of some servants when they found out that they could not die.

They hurriedly went to the manager to report the problem, but were fooled one by one - what is corpse spots? It's normal to have bruises when doing heavy work. The husband felt cool when he held her, and harder than usual, isn't that a good thing? Isn't it good to feel cool on a hot day? The servant's brain became more and more dull, and he gradually lived in this state of not wanting to die, but not being able to live well.

No matter what, this is at least a kind of immortality, right?

Even if you do hard labor every day and are left with only a bare skin, at least you are not dead.

"You can tear two pieces of paper to make the paper people do things for you, why bother to restrain people's souls and prevent them from reincarnation?"

After reading Du Xinghe, I just felt confused.

Both the high magic and high technology worlds are aiming to liberate human beings, the former using magic and the latter artificial intelligence.

If you want to keep the yard spotless, any Jindan cultivator can do it easily.

Doing such evil things will only harm others and not benefit yourself.

But the sword spirit said it was not that simple.

"This contract book is a magic weapon that can bind souls. At first, it uses the lives of mortals to nourish it, and later it should use the lives of monks. You can take a look at the back."

The further you turn the pages, the heavier the paper becomes.

Sure enough, some names of monks were recorded, and one of the names looked a little familiar.

"Yun Yongshu?"

Du Xinghe's hands rubbed on the paper, and his heart moved.

At the same time, Yun Yongyi, who also wanted to take this opportunity to explore the outer courtyard, heard his brother's panicked shout through telepathy, which was three parts angry and seven parts embarrassed:
[Who… who changed my identity! Who! ]

Next to Yun Yongshu's name, the line for the inner court manager was erased, and Du Xinghe directly used his hair to dip in blood and write -

Xiao Shuzi, the Minister of Ceremonies.