It's like an emperor staring at a beggar's broken bowl, wanting to exchange his supreme dragon throne for the bowl in the beggar's hand.

Is there something wrong with his brain?

Although Wang Mang couldn't understand why, he couldn't contain his joy. As long as the other party proposed a deal, he could create a contract to bind them and complete the transaction.

That's his ability!

"I, Wang Mang, am the protagonist of destiny, hahaha!" Wang Mang's ecstatic joy was hard to conceal.

He, a transmigrator, is truly a chosen one, a stroke of good fortune bestowed upon him by heaven! Even without taking any action, the gears of fate will push him to the top.

"Kid, you really have good taste!" Wang Mang's lips curled up, and he wanted to pat Chu Feng on the shoulder, but when he met Chu Feng's cold eyes, he gave up.

"The contract is complete!"

In an instant, Chu Feng and Wang Mang established an invisible contractual bond.

Wang Mang's body lay motionless, and a small, naked figure emerged from above his head—it was Wang Mang's soul.

Within his soul, the Seed of Creation appeared in his body.

"Haha, kid, are you surprised? Unexpected?" Wang Mang's soul laughed heartily. He had made a killing this time.

Chu Feng didn't even glance at him, but walked straight to Wang Mang's body, picked up his battle sword, and examined it closely.

Wang Mang's spirit witnessed this scene and concluded that the man was a fool. He felt it was necessary to give him a warning.

But just as he was about to open his mouth to laugh.

Chu Feng then pulled a black eyeball from the bronze ring.

Wang Mang's soul stared at the eyeball and couldn't help but gasp in astonishment:

"Holy crap, it looks just like my eyes!"