"To remain in the mortal world, one must abide by its laws."
Qi Quan decisively tossed him a spiritual talisman, which merged into Su Rong's consciousness. "Follow its instructions and swear a soul oath—never harm any innocent humans or spirits. If you break this vow, you will face the wrath of heavenly thunder, your soul scattered to oblivion."
Su Rong acted just as decisively. Before the Su family could react, he firmly made the oath. Should he ever harbor malicious intent, he would face utter annihilation.
As soon as the oath was sworn, a faint rumble of thunder echoed above the Su family villa. Su Rong felt a hidden pressure settle deep within his soul—from now on, he would exist under the watchful gaze of the heavens.
This was the second price he had to pay.
But what followed was pure astonishment.
With the soul oath sworn, he was freed from the cycle of reincarnation. Under the laws of rebirth, Su Rong’s spirit had remained trapped in the form of a child. Now, released from those constraints, his spirit gradually transformed into that of a twenty-three-year-old young man.
Su Linhai and Mrs. Su had often wondered what their Rongrong would have looked like if he had lived.
Would he have been more capable than Qi Quan’s eldest brother? More handsome than the Song family’s son? More filial than the children of other wealthy families?
One thing was certain—he would never have turned out like those spoiled heirs.
Now, seeing him with their own eyes, he surpassed their wildest imaginations by a hundredfold!
The Su family had always been blessed with good looks, and Su Rong had inherited the finest traits from his parents—sharp brows, starry eyes, a noble nose—his features strikingly handsome.
Song Lin, Qi Yingxue’s fiancé, was often hailed as the dream husband of Longjiang City’s elite young ladies. But compared to Su Rong, he still fell short.
Su Nuanuan’s eyes widened in delight. "Brother, you’re so handsome!"
"I—" Before he could finish, Su Rong’s figure vanished.
Mrs. Su panicked. "Where did he go?!"
"The talisman’s effect has worn off. He’s still here, but you can no longer see him." Qi Quan reminded them gently, "Besides, prolonged contact with spirits isn’t good for you."
The Su family stood frozen in confusion.
"Master," Su Rong spoke up, "I’ve heard there’s a way for spirits to manifest at will."
Qi Quan raised a brow. "Are you sure?"
"Since I’m already bound by the heavens," Su Rong tapped his temple, "one more restriction means little. More importantly, you’ve done my family a great kindness. I have no way to repay you, so I wish to become your ghost servant and serve you."
A ghost servant bound to a master could freely manifest by drawing upon their master’s power—though it also meant being at their command.
Qi Quan: "..."
In her past life, she had kept ghost servants—obedient, attentive, and utterly devoted. This time, she had planned to find a few agreeable spirits after leaving the Qi family. Yet here one was, offering himself willingly.
A proper master-spirit bond required the ghost’s consent. Of course, some unscrupulous masters forced spirits into servitude, but Qi Quan had no taste for coercion. She preferred relationships built on mutual respect.
Su Rong’s attitude pleased her.
But with his family present, she felt obliged to inform them.
To her surprise, the Su family’s faces lit up with joy. Su Linhai’s eyes reddened with emotion. "Wonderful! Thank you, Master, for taking Rongrong under your care."
As a spirit, Su Rong was vulnerable to other masters or malevolent ghosts. With Qi Quan’s protection, his father could rest easy.
Moreover, given Qi Quan’s formidable abilities, aligning with her could only bring benefits.
Mrs. Su and Su Nuanuan shared the same sentiment.
"Very well. Let us forge the contract."
Qi Quan pricked her fingertip, drawing a drop of blood. Suspended in the air, it slowly morphed into a crimson sigil under her spiritual guidance.
"Don’t resist."
The sigil shot into Su Rong’s forehead, embedding itself in his consciousness. To his shock, he felt no oppressive hierarchy—only a balanced agreement outlining rights and duties.
This was an equal contract!
Su Linhai noticed his son’s stunned expression. "Is something wrong?"
Su Rong replied, his voice tinged with disbelief, "The master gave me an equal contract."
The Su family understood instantly, moved beyond words.
"Qi Quan, from now on, you’re my goddess! If anyone dares speak against you, I’ll shut them down tenfold! Anyone who crosses you won’t last in Longjiang City!" Su Nuanuan declared passionately.
Mrs. Su smiled warmly. "Rongrong, you must take good care of the master. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask us."
Remembering something, Su Linhai hastily retrieved the contract Qi Quan had previously refused and presented it again.
"Master, please accept this—no, this isn’t enough. I’ll—"
"No shares," Qi Quan declined, taking only the villa deed. "This is sufficient."
She preferred clean transactions—no lingering debts, no future regrets.
Seeing her resolve, Su Linhai reluctantly withdrew the stock transfer agreement but silently vowed to support her in every way possible.
"The villa is fully furnished. Move in whenever you wish. I’ll arrange for an experienced driver and household staff—"
"No need for drivers or servants," Qi Quan interjected.
"As you say." Su Linhai produced a card. "But please, take this."
Qi Quan accepted it calmly. Money was fine—shares were not.
With that settled, the Su family beamed in satisfaction.
The system observing everything marveled: [Big shot, you’re wasted as a writer! How did I get so lucky to be bound to you?!]
What ordinary writer could amass such wealth so quickly?
It had never seen people so eager to throw money at someone—and with such joy.
"Master, what should we do with Rongrong’s remains?" Su Linhai asked.
Qi Quan: "He no longer needs them. Cremation is best. If they fall into the wrong hands, it could cause trouble."
"Understood!"
Su Rong: "..."
While consulting the master made sense, shouldn’t someone ask him about his own bones?
With matters concluded, Qi Quan took her leave with Su Rong in tow.
Now bound as a ghost servant, Su Rong could walk under sunlight without issue. To avoid startling passersby, he chose to remain invisible.
"Master, let my driver take you home," Su Linhai offered earnestly.
Qi Quan shook her head. "No need."
She left the Su villa alone, hailed a ride on her phone, and waited by the roadside.
Unbeknownst to her, three sets of eyes watched from the shadows, reporting her movements to their employers.
A tattooed man dialed Du Jiaming’s number. "Du, Qi Quan just left the Su house—alone. No driver. She’s waiting on the street, probably for a ride."
Du Jiaming gritted his teeth. "Follow her. If she heads back to the Qi residence, I’ll..."
Just like the Su family coming to her doorstep, if she went somewhere else, that would make things even easier. Daring to slander me—I’ll make sure she learns her lesson!"
A taxi arrived.
Qi Quan got in and said, "Driver, to Lingxu Temple."
Lingxu Temple was a famous Taoist temple in Longjiang City, thriving with incense and bustling with devotees and tourists.
The driver, accustomed to such requests, stepped on the gas, and the car sped off.
Su Rong sat beside Qi Quan and asked, "Why are we going to a temple?"
As a ghost servant, he wasn’t afraid of ordinary temples, but he was still curious.
"Fishing."
Su Rong: ?
The driver: "..."
Who was she talking to?!
