Silver hair

Helian Weiwei turned around abruptly and was met with a blinding sunlight on the ground, creating a vibrant display of colors. It was so intense that she couldn't make out the figure standing there. But as soon as she focused her gaze, she saw a figure with silver hair cascading like a waterfall.

The man wore a black ancient robe that exuded a strong demonic aura, his chest exposed, revealing well-defined muscles that emanated a coldness.

At that moment, the man raised his head, basking in the twilight, and let out a long breath followed by a laughter filled with excitement and a sense of time lost in the world.

Helian Weiwei furrowed her eyebrows, and her immediate thought was that this wasn't a human!

Abruptly, the man's smile disappeared, and he turned his eyes to look at Helian Weiwei. The corners of his blood-stained lips slowly curled up, revealing sharp, white teeth as he asked, "Did you release this Buddha statue?"

"It's quite obvious that there's no one else here besides you and me," Helian Weiwei replied nonchalantly, closing the ancient book in her hand. She gracefully crossed her slender legs and leaned back on the chair, exuding a certain charm.

The man raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you afraid of me at all?" Helian Weiwei wanted to say it was because he was "good-looking," but she noticed a sudden change in his expression as if some lines were flowing down his veins, reaching his bones.

The man winced in pain, suppressing his voice as he roared, "Damn woman, what have you done to me!"

Helian Weiwei shrugged, clueless about what he was referring to. "Who knows? I just dressed you up, that's all..."

"It's the Devil's Pact! You've contracted the Buddha statue!?" The man's eyes widened sharply, resembling a beast with dormant fangs and claws. His silver hair fluttered in the wind, emanating a sense of violence.

Helian Weiwei observed a pair of furry white wolf ears sprouting from his head, and her phoenix eyes lit up. She involuntarily reached out...

"You dare! Woman, I warn you, if you touch a single hair of the Buddha statue, it will sever your hands!" The man's domineering black eyes narrowed, annoyance etched on his face.

Helian Weiwei ignored his warning and grabbed the pair of wolf ears, asking, "Is it true?"

The man: ...

"What do you think?" He scoffed, clearly angered by her disrespect toward his body and the truth behind his ears.

Helian Weiwei raised an evil eyebrow. "It feels good."

"Who asked you how it feels!?" the man snapped, feeling trapped. The two silver-white ears on his head twitched in response.

Helian Weiwei smirked. "Very good. They can be used to sell cute things."

The man gritted his teeth, finally freeing himself from her grasp, and stared at her fiercely. Being at the mercy of a human was simply intolerable!

"It seems like you've been locked up with this book for many years," Helian Weiwei casually inquired, seeking information.

The man replied with a gloomy yet handsome face, "Five hundred years. Otherwise, do you think you could have easily contracted the Buddha statue with your abilities?"

"So now I'm your master?" Helian Weiwei stroked the chair's armrest, gradually standing up from the wooden chair. Her smile faded, and her straight posture exuded an extreme arrogance. Light and darkness converged within her, despite her fragile and slender figure, she emanated an overwhelming aura of dominance.

The man's demon-like pupils widened, and a hint of interest tugged at the corners of his mouth. This human was proving to be quite intriguing.

"You can interpret it that way."

Suddenly, the man laughed. A faint light flickered in his domineering eyes, realizing that his vitality was severely depleted. By forming a contract with a master, he could heal and, at the same time, eagerly anticipate how this girl would fulfill his wish. If it involved some bloodshed, he would be delighted!

The man licked his lips, his expression carrying a tinge of wickedness.

Helian Weiwei carelessly flipped through the ancient book in her hand. "In that case, tell me your name first."

"The original name of the deity is Yuan Yu, and I only have a single character for a name," the man said, his eyes widening in anticipation, expecting Helian Weiwei to gaze at him adoringly and fanatically upon hearing his name.

However...

Helian Weiwei smiled lightly. "I haven't heard of it."

"You!" Yuan Yu glared fiercely at Helian Weiwei, his black pupils narrowing. "Woman, do you feel any changes in your body?"

Upon hearing this, Helian Weiwei looked towards the copper mirror on the opposite side and noticed that a part of her dark complexion had cracked, revealing fair skin beneath.

Helian Weiwei was taken aback, her fingers tracing the line on her jawline, and she burst into laughter. "Interesting."

"Truly interesting," Yuan Yu half-smiled, intrigued. "When I first emerged, I probed your meridians. You should have been a martial arts prodigy, but your six meridians are blocked, hindering the flow of martial qi... Woman, there are people who don't treat you well."

Helian Weiwei remained surprisingly calm upon hearing the news. "There are plenty of people who don't treat me well. But as for my meridians, do you have a way to cultivate them?"

"Not only can I help you cultivate your meridians, but I can also provide you with an additional treasure. Now, I'll eliminate all the toxins in your body, allowing you to regain your cultivation power..." Yuan Yu's arrogant voice echoed in Helian Weiwei's ears, and she suddenly felt an intense pain surging through her limbs. Before she could inquire further, darkness enveloped her.

When she opened her eyes again, dawn was breaking in the sky. Had it not been for the slight perspiration on her forehead, Helian Weiwei would have thought it was all a dream.

But she knew it was not a dream. The ancient book had turned to a specific page, with blood-red words appearing on its surface.

"The contract is established, unwavering in life and death."

Helian Weiwei smiled, tucking the ancient book into her embrace.

That damn woman was hugging him so tightly; she must have fallen in love with him!

Yuan Yu thought awkwardly, snorting coldly before falling into a deep slumber within the ancient book.

Helian Weiwei spent the night sleeping in the deserted garden, causing Aunt Mei to worry. But what worried her even more was the letter she received from Taibai Academy.

"Helian Weiwei, female, sixteen years old, low martial arts level, extremely poor physical aptitude, barely passing theoretical grades. Due to frequent absences, we hereby warn that if you do not complete the admission procedures in a timely manner, your admission qualification will be revoked in ten days."

Helian Weiwei stared at the perplexing letter before her. Why did she understand every word when she opened it, but when combined, it made her feel so dizzy?

School?

She scoffed. In this ancient world, she was expected to engage in petty rivalries and climb the social ladder through marriage?

Was she, the queen of mercenaries, supposed to carry a small schoolbag and attend classes?

What should she do? Bomb the schools?