Congratulations, I'm Your Debt Slave

She stabbed her finger into my chest.

"Until we uncover the truth… you belong to me."

I choked. "HUH?!"

The ghosts collectively lost their minds.

"OOOOOOH!"

"SHE SAID IT!"

"Big Wu, write that down!"

Big Wu nodded seriously. "Already did."

I felt my brain short-circuiting.

"...What do you mean, 'belong'..." She leaned in, her voice a soft whisper.

"Consider it… repayment."

...Sh*t. I might be screwed.

I did NOT sign up for this.

"You....what do you mean I 'belong' to you?!" I spluttered, trying to untangle myself from this insanity.

The White Jade Beauty, or should I say, my new debt collector...tilted her head, as if I were an idiot.

"I mean exactly what I said. Until we uncover the truth behind our betrayal, you are my responsibility."

"That is literally the worst deal I've ever heard."

Big Wu nudged the scholar ghost. "Man, she's even scarier than my ex-wife."

The scholar ghost adjusted his glasses. "Long Fei Jian… congratulations. You are now officially a debt slave."

The other ghosts whispered in awe.

"Poor guy."

"That's rough, buddy."

"Does this mean she'll make him do laundry?"

I clenched my fists. "Excuse me...!"

The White Jade Beauty gave me an icy look. "Do you have a problem?"

"...No, ma'am." I may be a reincarnated Supreme Lord, but I'm not suicidal.

The Unbreakable Debt Contract That I Was Bullied Into....

Five minutes later, I found myself sitting cross-legged in the middle of a cursed forest while she casually chanted some ancient ghost contract bullsh*t.

"You're making this official?!" I exclaimed.

"Of course." She gracefully finished drawing a complicated sigil in the air. "Now, hold still."

"Hold sti..." A flash of bright, ominous light surged toward me.

Before I could react, it burned itself into my chest.

I screamed like a little b*tch. "AAGGHHH....WHY DOES IT HURT...."

"You are now officially bound to me," she said smoothly, ignoring my agony.

"YOU COULDN'T HAVE WARNED ME?!"

She smiled. "No." I choked on air. The ghosts nodded in approval.

"She's got style."

"Total power move."

Even Big Wu looked impressed. "Man, she's really good at this."

I glared at all of them. "WHOSE SIDE ARE YOU EVEN ON?!"

The scholar ghost cleared his throat. "Not yours." ...This was actual hell.

First Order of Business: Not Dying (Hopefully)

"So. What now?" I grumbled, rubbing my still-burning chest.

The White Jade Beauty considered me for a moment before giving a calm, utterly terrifying smile.

"Now? You start training."

"Training?!"

She nodded. "If you want revenge, you'll need to get stronger. And since you are my debt slave, it is in my best interest to make sure you don't die prematurely."

I squinted at her. "You're saying that like you don't plan on killing me yourself one day." She smiled. Again.

"...No comment." Yeah, I'm screwed.

If anyone ever tells you that training under a beautiful woman is romantic, they are lying through their teeth.

The White Jade Beauty...who I now mentally referred to as My Debt Collector From Hell...stood before me with the same calm, emotionless expression she always wore.

"Your body is weak," she said. "Your reflexes are slow. Your spiritual energy is pitiful. We must fix this immediately."

I crossed my arms. "Sounds reasonable. Where do we start?"

She unsheathed her sword. It crackled with ghostly energy.

I gulped. "...Why do you have your sword out?"

"Because," she said, stepping forward, "you need motivation."

"Motiv...OH SH*T!"

Lesson One: Running for My Life

I dodged left as her blade sliced through the air where my head had just been.

WHO TEACHES LIKE THIS?!

"STOP TRYING TO KILL ME!" I yelped, tumbling over a rock.

She calmly walked forward, twirling her blade like this was some kind of warm-up. "If I wanted you dead, you'd already be dead."

"That is NOT comforting!" I sprinted through the forest, dodging roots, trees, and very confused ghosts who were watching from the sidelines.

Big Wu scratched his head. "Is this... training, or attempted murder?"

The scholar ghost adjusted his glasses. "A fine line, truly." Meanwhile, I was still running for my pathetic, debt-ridden life.

"Is this really how Supreme Lords train?!" I shouted.

The White Jade Beauty blinked at me.

"No." She suddenly vanished from sight.

"Wait...WHERE DID YOU GO..." I barely had time to react before she appeared behind me, and kicked me in the back.

I faceplanted into the dirt. The ghosts winced.

"Oof. That looked painful."

"Very educational, though."

I groaned, spitting out a mouthful of dirt. "I hate everything."

The White Jade Beauty sheathed her sword, and gave me a satisfied nod.

"Good. Training is going well."

Lesson Two: Punching Rocks Like an Idiot

After I dragged myself up from the ground, she led me to a clearing filled with large, unbreakable boulders.

I squinted. "Are we... sightseeing?"

She gestured to the rocks. "Punch these."

I blinked. "...Excuse me?"

"Punch. The rocks." I slowly turned to the ghosts.

Big Wu held up his hands. "Don't look at me, man. I'm dead."

The scholar ghost nodded. "You must suffer alone."

THESE USELESS SPECTATORS.

I sighed, rolled up my sleeves, and faced the most unfortunate rock in the clearing.

"Alright. Here we go." I took a deep breath.

I threw a punch. I heard a loud CRACK.

Unfortunately, it wasn't the rock.

"AGGHHH!" I screamed, clutching my now very broken hand. The ghosts erupted into applause.

"Incredible form!"

"Truly inspiring!"

Big Wu wiped a fake tear. "A true warrior's spirit."

I was actually going to die here.

The White Jade Beauty just sighed. "You are hopeless."

She crouched down, and placed her icy fingers over my swollen, pitiful hand.

A warm energy flowed through my skin.

I blinked in surprise. "...You healed me?"

She nodded. "I need you alive for training."

I raised a brow. "Not because you care?"

She smiled. "...No comment."

I'm starting to think she enjoys my suffering.

By the time the sun had set, I had been stabbed, kicked, slapped, electrocuted by lightning bolts, and emotionally destroyed at least six times.

The White Jade Beauty, my so-called teacher, stood before me, arms crossed. "Not bad," she said.

I blinked through the pain. Did she just compliment me?

Then she continued. "For a cripple."

I collapsed face-first into the dirt.

Lesson Three: Dodging? No, Just Get Hit Until You Adapt

After my failed attempt at punching rocks, she decided that my next lesson would be reflex training.

Which sounded normal. Until she blindfolded me, and said, "Dodge."

"Dodge what?" I asked. That was when the first spear flew at my face.