All Heavenly destiny reduced to ashes
Chapter 736 - 97 Spirit Contract Servant

Chapter 736: Chapter 97 Spirit Contract Servant

For Xuanye City, the collapse of the Night Niche Gang was somewhat significant news. The upper echelons, apart from a section that had cooperative relations with them and expressed discreet displeasure, the general attitude was one of indifference.

As for the middle and lower tiers, the fall of a power that possessed several individuals at the Foundation Establishment level and had quite decent infrastructure and martial capabilities indeed served as a wake-up call to many.

The official story was that the Night Niche Gang was annihilated in a surprise beheading strike by wilderness mercenaries hired by the Rusty Feather platform, but everyone knew who the Night Niche Gang had truly offended to meet their end.

An Jing and the others were still in seclusion in that small house, but this time, no one dared to provoke him—the mere attempt to probe would result in being wiped out, an unplayable affair. They simply couldn’t engage with someone like that.

And at this time, both Iron Hand and Rusty Feather came to visit An Jing.

There’s no need to introduce Iron Hand any further, a familiar face by now, while Rusty Feather was a beautiful red-haired beauty with a scar on her face. In a world where not only facial but even body parts could be replaced, she belonged to the staunch ’original humanist’ doctrine, only having some necessary modifications for the Spiritual Network interface.

"The more one connects with the Spiritual Network, the easier it is to be invaded and exploited. My job involves too many people, and it’s best to keep the original body to be trusted," Rusty Feather explained to An Jing, and they were here precisely to pay ’mercenary compensation’ to An Jing, as well as to discuss further cooperation.

Iron Hand and Rusty Feather never mentioned their covert Guiyi Army identities, even though both An Jing and Iron Hand knew the other knew, it was a matter of principle. Some things are better left unsaid, for speech can make one a servant to its subject. They did not wish to entangle An Jing’s relationship with Huo Qing to the Guiyi Army’s complex power struggles and preferred to pay a hefty price of benefits as a token of thanks.

Responding in kind, An Jing made a reciprocal move. He did not accept the contract to become a major shareholder of the Rusty Feather platform but made a suggestion instead: "The efforts you made previously to secure my share were sufficient as payment for my hiring. Insisting on making me a shareholder of Rusty Feather platform is actually inappropriate. By doing so, those who want to target me might investigate you instead, and if anything is discovered, it wouldn’t be good."

"Presently, this state is perfect; everyone knows that it’s my friend Huo Qing’s elder’s platform. There’s a connection, but not a deep one, rendering probes useless. Threats also seem a bit far-fetched, and it’s precisely the safe distance I need."

"Conversely, I would like some assistance in the intelligence department," An Jing said.

An Jing had one particular request, and that was to quietly gather the names and ages of all the cultivators at the Purple Mansion level and above within Xuanye City, and even those from the four major corporations.

This was not a difficult task, only cumbersome. Every major company had similar lists internally. The first thing many family heirs and core corporate employees wanted to do when they went out on their own was to memorize these lists completely, along with the family and friends of True People, engraving them firmly in their Soul and Spirits to avoid stepping on landmines by accident.

Of course, there were also some hidden True Lords, the foundations that every major conglomerate possessed, but their existence wasn’t considered in many matters.

"No problem, we will sort it out and give it to you after some time," Rusty Feather and Iron Hand agreed to An Jing’s request, well aware that this was something the mysterious force behind An Jing wanted—knowing oneself and the enemy is always the first step, whether in conflict or communication.

Why did those major companies and conglomerates keep probing even when they knew An Jing had a True Lord behind him and he himself was an Immortal Spirit Root? It’s because they believed an unknown mysterious force was more threatening than a known enemy.

Moreover, they didn’t intend to be enemies.

"I’ll also take what’s from the Wilderness," An Jing added, which was somewhat troubling, but after a look from Iron Hand, Rusty Feather agreed nonetheless.

After resolving this issue, An Jing had no other major matters.

As long as he has the strength, he doesn’t need to earn money himself; Huo Qing and Iron Hand will handle everything. An Jing is not a person with a strong desire for control. As long as he has good points, he doesn’t care how things are run.

However, the information about True People and True Lords is essential.

The situation behind the white cat is actually quite simple. First is the various corporations’ coveting of the "Pure Land People’s Authority" from the Ancient Immortal Ruins, and second is the coveting of the "Pure Land People’s Innate Talents." It’s obvious that the white cat falls into the latter category. It might be called a pet, but more so, it’s a subject for experimenting with ’Body Seizing targets’.

After all, the Tianyuan Realm is a world of Immortal Path cultivation. Although indeed there are some who, unable to advance, indulge in debauchery with their kin and play with beauties in their lust, many more are likely to juggle both — indulging in play doesn’t stop them from using pets as experimental subjects to research related topics.

"Speaking of which, do you know what this is?"

The ’Divine Soul Chips’ found on Luo Nu were also handed over to Rusty Feather for identification. This savvy middleman of the platform took on a solemn expression and furrowed his brows the moment he saw these chips.

"They come from a manager at a large company, right?"

She too was aware of the situation and didn’t spell it out, but took the Divine Soul Chips, observed them carefully, and then confirmed: "These are ’Soul Contract Servants.’"

Saying so, Rusty Feather’s tone carried a hint of pity: "A group of pitiful souls who sold their spirits and selves to the company, made into chips like this — each of these Divine Soul Chips is distinctive, containing a complete soul personality. As long as there is a suitable body, they can serve as servants to their masters."

"Sounds a bit like portable little sprites."

Listening intently, An Jing said something that nobody understood, but the meaning indeed got through. Iron Hand explained: "But it’s not that simple. The most important aspect of a Soul Contract Servant is that their memories can be ’read’ by their master. By linking their chips to their own, the master can then use some of the servant’s spells and even Divine Skills."

"Since the Soul Contract requires a person to sign it of their complete free will, it’s quite rare. The quantity you have in your hands... is substantial, enough to prove that the person carrying these chips is quite important."

After a quick assessment, Iron Hand then shook his head: "These chips... most are damaged. There might be a few good ones, but mostly, the Soul Contract Servants are beyond saving. Their fate is to have their souls gradually dissipate, turning completely into a mass of memory data."

"I’ll take them back and have a look." He said: "There might be a few survivors. We could use them to ask about the situation. They might know some secrets."

Iron Hand didn’t regard these Soul Contract Servants as ’complete people’ either.

An Jing fell silent for a while, then sighed: "Even the soul and Divine Skills are properties of someone else... This really is a constant surprise."

The Immortal Gods and ancestors of the Tianyuan Realm indeed defeated the Heavenly Demon’s military might back in the day, but they didn’t return. The world, deeply influenced by the Heavenly Demon, gradually strayed from its original Path, falling into its current depraved state.

The war was indeed a victory for the Tianyuan Realm. But did the Heavenly Demon lose?

An Jing found it difficult to answer.

While An Jing was talking to Rusty Feather and others, Huo Qing was playing with a cat nearby.

He was holding lots of cookies, cans, and meat soup, asking the white cat what it liked to eat, and then asking some key questions.