Shu Jianyue, a sixth-level powerhouse with spatial abilities in the apocalypse, transmigrated overnight into a pregnant废物 (waste) who was hanging herself.
What! A废物? That is only temporary.
Shu Jianyue gave a cold laugh, "Too late."
As soon as he finished speaking, the necks of the last four people also twisted.
Those who had their contracts terminated couldn't help but feel relieved.
Shu Jianyue looked at the spirit beasts that had been seriously injured after their contracted masters died, and gave each of them several spirit fruits.
"Take good care of yourself after you return to Fuchen Mountain."
"Remember this from now on: no one can arbitrarily contract the spirit beasts of my Fuchen Mountain unless they are willing."
"No matter whose orders it is, you cannot be forced to sign a contract against your will."
"Yes, Your Majesty," the spirit beasts replied, their eyes red with emotion.
Shu Jianyue nodded and looked at Bai Gucheng, "If I don't get an answer by tomorrow, then the Holy Star Sect can disappear."
"Yes, I will definitely give Uncle Shu a satisfactory answer tomorrow." Bai Gucheng dared not refuse, as the other party's strength was beyond his ability to contend with.
Shu Jianyue and Chong Jiu then led the spirit beasts away from the Holy Star Sect.
As soon as they left, Bai Gucheng kicked Yang Rui, saying, "Tell me, what kind of mess have you made? The Holy Star Sect was almost destroyed because of you."
With the oppressive aura gone, Yang Rui tried to get up, but was kicked back down. He was furious.
But being the founder, he suppressed the anger in his eyes and said, "What could I do? I just did what everyone wanted to do but dared not."
"Who doesn't covet the spirit beasts of Fuchen Mountain? Who doesn't envious of the Spirit-Nourishing Pills at the Cloud Auction House?"
“She has already left the Ten Domains. Everyone wants to take these two places for themselves, but they haven’t taken any action. It was I who did.”