Chapter 340: Master-Servant Contract

“You're far from being able to play with fire in front of me,” Ye Bufan said with a playful smile, instantly moving with the large fireball.

However, instead of attacking Ge Wengong and the others, he spun around, instantly engulfing the surrounding small fireballs wherever he went.

Then he snapped his fingers, and the fireball dissipated into the Void Realm.

“Old man Ge, I'm giving you one last chance.

Bring out whatever skills you have.”

Ye Bufan wasn't in a hurry to make a move; he wanted to see just how capable this Grandmaster Ge of Jiangbei really was.

“This…”

After this, Ge Wengong realized the strength of this Young man, but he didn't want to admit defeat just yet.

He gritted his teeth and used his ultimate hidden technique.

He raised his hand and waved, and a series of golden Talismans flew into the air.

These Talismans spontaneously ignited without wind, then instantly condensed into a massive bolt of lightning.

This lightning bolt was as thick as an adult's arm, about seven or eight meters long, radiating dazzling lightning in mid-air, accompanied by a faint rumble of thunder.

“Heavenly Thunder Talisman! It's actually the Heavenly Thunder Talisman! Master has even used the Heavenly Thunder Talisman; that kid is completely finished…”

The surrounding people, who had been somewhat dejected seeing Ge Wengong repeatedly suffer setbacks, now became excited again.

They had previously witnessed Ge Wengong unleash the Heavenly Thunder Talisman; that powerful lightning was no less potent than modern powerful weapons, capable of leveling half a small mountain.

“Go!”

A hint of pride also appeared on Ge Wengong's face.

He formed a hand seal, and the bolt of lightning shot towards Ye Bufan like a swimming Dragon.

In his opinion, this Young man might indeed have some skill, but standing there motionless and allowing himself to be attacked was no different from seeking death.

In the excited gazes of the few people, the lightning instantly arrived in front of Ye Bufan.

“Kid, go to hell.”

Fu Zhaoze instantly clenched his fists; he seemed to have already seen the opponent's miserable end.

“Mere parlor tricks.”

Ye Bufan smiled coldly and reached out to grab the lightning bolt.

“What is this kid trying to do?

Is he crazy?

Does he think he can withstand Master's Heavenly Thunder Talisman?”

“Arrogant!

He'll soon realize how miserably he's going to die!”

Everyone expressed disdain for Ye Bufan's actions, but then they were completely dumbfounded.

The thick lightning bolt instantly vanished into Ye Bufan's palm, transforming into a thunderball the size of a ping-pong ball, its surface crackling with lightning.

“This… How is this possible?”

Witnessing Ye Bufan subdue the lightning with his bare hands, everyone was stunned speechless.

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Ge Wengong, even more astonished, exclaimed, “Void Realm Sealing, Controlling the Universe! You are a Master of Arcane Arts?!”

He had always thought that Ye Bufan, being so young, could not possibly have a cultivation level exceeding his own, and must have relied on some powerful Magic Treasure.

But now he saw clearly that Ye Bufan was a true Master of Arcane Arts, far surpassing him.

Ye Bufan toyed with the thunderball in his hand, looking at the few people in front of him, exuding an overwhelming killing intent.

“Great Master, spare my life, Great Master, spare my life!”

Feeling the powerful killing intent from Ye Bufan, Ge Wengong knelt down with a thud.

Facing a powerful Master of Arcane Arts, he didn't even dare to think of escaping.

Seeing that Master had knelt, the other few hesitated for a moment, then eventually knelt down as well.

They were all cultivators; how could they not know the terror of a Master of Arcane Arts?

They simply couldn't contend with such a being.

Ye Bufan looked at Ge Wengong and said, “Your disciple has provoked me repeatedly, and you coveted my treasures and attacked me.

Tell me, should I kill you?”

“Great Master, spare my life, Great Master, spare my life!”

Ge Wengong repeatedly kowtowed, pleading, “Master Ye, we were blind.

Please, spare us this time.

I am willing to become Master Ye's disciple.”

“Become my disciple?”

Ye Bufan smiled coldly, “I just said, you don't even have the qualifications to be my disciple.”

“I…”

Ge Wengong's old face flushed.

He had said such words to countless people in the past, but never expected them to fall upon himself one day.

Feeling the immense power of the thunderball, he quickly said again, “Master Ye, this old man is willing to become your servant, to serve you for the rest of my life.”

Ye Bufan thought for a moment.

There was no point in killing this old man; after all, it was a human life, and keeping him might be useful in the future.

“Alright then, I'll take you as my servant.”

Ye Bufan said, and with a thought, he put the thunderball into his Storage Ring.

Then he extended his right hand and drew a hexagram in the Void Realm.

Ge Wengong and the others were even more shocked.

They were very clear about the power of that thunderball, and Ye Bufan could make it disappear out of thin air with such ease; this was simply a divine method.

Ye Bufan ignored their shocked expressions and said, “This is a Master-servant contract.

Give me a drop of your blood to complete this contract, and you can never betray me for the rest of your life.”

Ge Wengong was completely subdued.

Without any hesitation, he pricked his index finger and flicked out a drop of blood.

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Although it meant becoming a servant, the other party was a Master of Arcane Arts with unfathomable cultivation, so it was not a shameful thing.

After the drop of blood was flicked out, the hexagram instantly glowed brightly, and the Master-servant contract was completed.

From now on, Ge Wengong was Ye Bufan's servant, bound by the Master-servant contract, and would never harbor thoughts of betrayal for the rest of his life.

“This old servant greets Master!”

Ge Wengong knelt on both knees, performing the Master-servant ritual to Ye Bufan.

Seeing that Master had become someone else's servant, Fu Zhaoze and the others also didn't hesitate and followed suit, kowtowing together.

Ye Bufan waved his hand, “You may all rise.”

The others all stood up, but Fu Zhaoze remained kneeling, kowtowing to Ye Bufan again and saying, “In the past, I was blind and offended Master.

Please punish me, Master.”

“Forget it.

Since you are all my servants, I naturally don't need to quibble with my own people.

As long as you do things well in the future, you will not lack benefits.”

Hearing that Ye Bufan wasn't going to hold a grudge, Fu Zhaoze finally breathed a sigh of relief, otherwise Ge Wengong would surely have killed him.

Ye Bufan glanced at Ge Wengong and asked, “How did you find this place?”

“Reporting to Master, I accidentally bought a treasure map at an auction, and followed the instructions on the treasure map to come here, hoping to find some Opportunity.”

Ge Wengong said, taking out a treasure map drawn on sheepskin and presenting it with both hands.

Ye Bufan took it and glanced at it.

The treasure map felt very ancient, and although the format was different, the content was exactly the same as Henry's.

Moreover, this item clearly looked like a replica, not more than three years old.

The sudden appearance of two treasure maps, both pointing here, definitely indicated a problem.

But there was no time to worry about that now; since he had come, he had to go in and take a look.

“Let's go, we'll go in.”

Ye Bufan finished speaking and led the group into the cave.

The cave was large, with a small entrance but wide inside, becoming wider the further they went in.

Moreover, the cave walls, made of an unknown material, faintly emitted a soft luminescence.

Although not very bright, it still allowed them to see everything inside the cave clearly.

After walking for a while, a faint fragrance wafted over.

Ye Bufan sniffed, and his expression immediately changed.

This was the scent of Spirit Medicine about to mature, and definitely Spirit Medicine of great age.

It seemed Henry was right; there were indeed good things here.

At this moment, he no longer hesitated and led the group quickly deeper into the cave.