章 41: Immortal Slaves

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Lang Ya Blessed Land

The atmosphere in Lang Ya Blessed Land was heavy with shifting emotions. Lang Ya land spirit, still reeling from Fang Yuan's prophecy, couldn't help but let the words echo in his mind, "The hairy men will become this great" His thoughts tumbled over one another, emotions swirling between excitement, confusion, joy and disbelief.

He sat, processing what he had just heard, all the while grappling with the deep-seated doubt of how such a grand future could unfold. After all, humans had always been the dominant race, and the prospect of the hairy men rising to equal, or even greater, prominence felt almost impossible.

Yet, his faith in Fang Yuan was unwavering. His experiences with Fang Yuan, such as the accurate prophecy of the calamity and the complete information of invaders, solidified his belief.

In his mind, Fang Yuan's wisdom and knowledge were beyond question. The fact that Fang Yuan was the inheritor of the Thieving Heaven Demon Venerable only deepened Lang Ya's trust. To, Fang Yuan's words weren't just predictions—they were inevitable truths.

"Fang Yuan isn't just any Gu Master, If he foresaw it, then it must be true," Lang Ya thought, exhilarated by the possibilities. Fang Yuan's prophecy was not just a glimpse of a distant dream—it was the beacon of a future that Lang Ya could believe in.

His mind raced with visions of a world where hairy men stood as equals to humans, perhaps even dominating them.

He believed it because he wanted to believe. Even when there is a trace of doubt, he denied it himself by remembering Fang Yuan's abilities.

His mind had always the though: "If Fang Yuan saw it, then it must be true like the prophecy of the calamity. The hairy men will truly rise to greatness."

The more Lang Ya considered the future, the more exhilarated he became. Fang Yuan's prophecy was not just a dream; to him, it felt like an inevitable truth—one that would soon unfold.

Meanwhile, Fang Yuan observed Lang Ya's emotional rollercoaster with a quiet, knowing smile.

Everything Fang Yuan had spoken was indeed the truth—but only from a certain perspective. He had been very careful, crafting the agreement so it would work entirely in his favor so he wouldn't be forced to say all he know about hairy men or something he didn't want to say.

While the prophecy was accurate, Fang Yuan had been careful to avoid mentioning the involving process that would lead the hairy men to such a future.

He knew Lang Ya cared the most about it being the truth.

Fang Yuan didn't need to do any trick—just offer a true and beautiful vision that would captivate his imagination was enough.

"But I can lie now," Fang Yuan smirked. "The agreement only covered the prophecy I would say, and now that I've delivered it, its effects have ended."

With the agreement's effects already concluded, Fang Yuan allowed himself a moment of silent satisfaction. He had manipulated the situation perfectly, using his A.I. Chip to ensure every word and clause favored him.

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After some time

Lang Ya finally settled down, though the excitement still shimmered beneath the surface. With a beaming smile, his face lit up, and his eyes sparkled with newfound energy as he looked at Fang Yuan.

"My dearest friend, Fang Yuan!" His joy was palpable, his demeanor entirely transformed. Every glance and gesture was filled with gratitude and enthusiasm.

Fang Yuan, seeing his chance, brought up the next topic. "What about the five immortals?" he asked, maintaining his calm and measured tone.

Lang Ya laughed heartily. "Hahaha! They're yours! I don't even need any payment. Your prophecy is enough of a reward. But, if you have any other prophecies in the future, you must tell me!"

Fang Yuan nodded, his smile never wavering. "Thank you, my friend. May I also borrow your information path Gu for a moment?"

"Of course, take it!" Lang Ya, still caught up in his excitement, handed the Gu over without a second thought.

Fang Yuan inspected the Gu, satisfied. "Perfect. I don't have the means to make them proper slaves just yet, but I can use this to create an agreement that will bind them to me like slaves or worse." His smile darkened as he glanced at the five immortals, already envisioning their future as his tools.

Before Fang Yuan could move toward them, Lang Ya reappeared, still excited but also curious. "Fang Yuan, how exactly will the hairy men reach this future? what actions should I take? And What else did you see?"

Fang Yuan met Lang Ya's eager gaze, unbothered by his sudden appearance. "My friend, I'm still a new immortal. I was fortunate to have glimpsed that prophecy. But rest assured, if I learn anything more that could affect the hairy men, I will inform you. We are friends, after all."

Lang Ya nodded, beaming. "Yes, yes! It's amazing to know that we hairy men will be the masters of the world. We might even enslave humans to repay them for what they've done to us… ah!" He stopped himself, chuckling. "Ah.. Why did I say that? Hahaha."

"Ahem. My friend, please keep me informed if you ever have another prophecy, no matter what it takes!"

Fang Yuan simply smiled, unfazed by Lang Ya's outburst. He turned his attention to the five immortals, his tone calm yet commanding. "I've finished drafting the agreement. I want you all to accept these terms."

The five immortals glanced at the agreement, their faces filled with anger. It was nothing short of a slavery contract, even worse than what most slaves endured. It was riddled with clauses and stipulations so intricate that some of them couldn't even comprehend it.

Fang Yuan had used the A.I. Chip to ensure the contract left no room for betrayal, not even the thought of it.

He didn't want them to even think of betraying.

Gui Wang and Hong Yu, sensing the danger, remained silent, realizing that their lives were in Fang Yuan's hands with their Gu sealed.

However, the three fairies, clinging to a sliver of hope, stepped forward. They remembered Fang Yuan's earlier gaze and believed they could still influence him.

They pleaded in soft, melodious voices,

"Young master, please be merciful and release us."

"We are willing to serve you for life and follow all your orders."

"We can even be your women from now on.""

Their seductive tone would have swayed most men, even making their little brother furiously rising up. igniting a primal desire to conquer such beauty.

But Fang Yuan's face turned cold hearing them, his gentle smile vanishing as he unleashed an oppressive aura that forced them to kneel. "Do you think you're worthy to be my women? I'll say this only once: accept the agreement now, or I'll kill you on the spot."

Their faces were pale, realizing the grim reality before them—either accept the terms or face immediate death. Though they were once proud immortals, their dignity and power meant little in this moment of despair. The choice was clear: survival or freedom. Driven by fear, they submitted, choosing slavery over the cold embrace of death.

After all, not everyone possesses the courage to die free. The bitter truth was that many who chose life under the chains of slavery would later wish for death, just as countless others had throughout history. Bound by Fang Yuan's cruel contract, they would soon learn the true cost of their choice.

'It's better to die free, than live as a slave.' This phrase holds a profound truth.

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Fang Yuan watched them with satisfaction, pleased with the outcome "I now have five immortals as my slaves, hahaha"

He then scoffed at their earlier attempts to seduce him. "Hmph, not just anyone is worthy to be my woman or bear my children. I only have four candidates in mind,"

"Of course, My first wife will be Shang Xin Ci—a perfect, pure girl who has true love for me."

Shaking off these thoughts, Fang Yuan refocused on the present. "Now, which one should I deal with next? Fei Cai or Hei Lou Lan?"