Magic Furnace [Fatal Contract with the Dark Saint]

When I woke up, I found myself nailed to the city wall with ten thousand swords in public display. The monks onlookers laughed at him: "You are a lecher, you deserve it!" Amidst the dripping blood, a purple-gold light pillar was seen falling from the sky - it was the destiny of the legendary son of destiny. Suddenly, a cold female voice sounded in my ears: "Want to survive? Make a contract with me." I raised my head with difficulty and saw the Saint of the Immortal Sect standing on the tower in white clothes. With a tap of her fingertips, 30% of the energy in my body was instantly taken away. "It's a pleasure to cooperate." She smiled lightly, "You are responsible for seeking death, and I am responsible for collecting the body and bringing luck." Later, when the entire immortal world was chasing us, she hid behind me and pretended to be weak: "Husband, they are so fierce!" Me: "... You didn't behave like this when you tried to punish me!"