Shen Qinghuan is a little con artist who survives by cheating and swindling. Her greatest talent is tricking the dead back to life and the living into their graves. One snowy, windswept day on the edge of the Demon Abyss, she found a dying man. More accurately, she spotted the valuable jade at his waist.
The man said, “I've lost my memory. Please take me in, miss.”
Shen Qinghuan smiled and pulled out a contract of servitude. “Call me Master, and I'll give you a meal.”
She had no idea that the meek man calling her “Master” was Xie Yungui, young lord of Qingyun Que, the foremost immortal sect. On the night his family was wiped out, he was poisoned by the deadly Nine Nether toxin and lost all his cultivation, crawling out of a sea of corpses like a stray dog. He needed somewhere to hide, and she, a little con artist unknowingly descended from the bloodline of the ancient divine beast Feifei, was his only cure.
One wanted money, the other wanted his life. Each with their own agenda, they struck a deal.
But later, he took a blade for her, exposed his identity for her, and burned through his cultivation on Soulbreak Cliff, leaving his life hanging by a thread. For the first time, she drew upon the power of her bloodline, trading half her lifespan for a chance to save him.
Later still, when everything had settled, he was supposed to return to being the young lord.
Shen Qinghuan slapped the contract down on the table. “The contract's up. You can go.”
Xie Yungui stared at the paper for a long time, then tucked it into his robe.
“Renew it. For ten thousand years.”
“Are you crazy? I can't afford to pay your wages.”
“Then I'll pay you.”
