The young girl immediately examined this soul contract.

Gradually, her facial expression began to improve somewhat.

Just as Ye Luo said, the soul contract contained few terms—essentially, as long as she didn’t use various excuses to cause trouble for Ye Luo, the contract would be effectively void with no other restrictions!

"Alright, I agree to it!"

As she spoke, a white light flashed across her body; she had actually signed this soul contract with Ye Luo.

This left Ye Luo somewhat surprised; he hadn’t expected her to be so straightforward.

"Can I leave now?" The young girl suddenly stood up.

The killing intent in this space still made her uncomfortable.

Ye Luo nodded slightly, "Of course you can!"

At the same time, Ye Luo also withdrew the Divine Sense in the air and the force acting on the young girl.

Immediately, she ran out without looking back and disappeared completely.

Ye Luo wasn’t worried that she would go snitch—soul contracts are the most special contracts. Once signed, no matter how skilled someone is, they cannot break it.

However, Ye Luo’s interest in cultivation had been broken, so he simply returned to the hut.

At this time, half of the servants in the hut were already gone, clearly at work. After all, idle people couldn’t be supported here.

But Ye Luo, the head servant in charge of the courtyard didn’t even manage him; he could finish his work whenever he wanted.

"Master, off work so soon, it really makes one envious!"

A servant immediately greeted him enthusiastically.

The other servants all showed expressions of envy.

But they also understood that wearing such clothes as Ye Luo’s garment would surely earn preferential treatment, and he wouldn’t be doing dirty or tiring work.

Ye Luo nodded casually, also didn’t intend to talk more with these servants, and directly leaned in the corner of the wall pretending to sleep.

Soon, he fell into a deep sleep.

Ever since he slept several times in the tent, Ye Luo felt that sleeping in such an environment indeed had quite a few benefits.

However, not long after, the hut’s door was kicked open.

That’s right, it was kicked open!

A few young men aggressively barged in.

"Damn it, who is servant number ten, get out here!" One of the young men shouted fiercely.

Servant number ten? Ye Luo opened his eyes and looked at his token in confusion, the number on the token was twenty, apparently, they weren’t looking for him.

"Gentlemen, I am servant number ten, what is it?"

A servant stood up in confusion, and this servant was the Cultivator who had previously greeted Ye Luo, also from whom Ye Luo learned many things about the Moonwater Tribe upon arrival.

His impression of Ye Luo was still very good, a simple and honest Cultivator.

Moreover, he was considered an Indigenous People here, therefore, dealing with matters, he lacked much cunning.

"You come over here, look at this robe, how did you wash it!" A young man immediately shouted angrily.

Ye Luo had already noticed the robe in the young man’s hand, the Moonwater pattern, the moon on it was indeed mostly missing.

This was probably done by servant number ten.

"Master, I’m wronged, after I washed it, it wasn’t like this at all!" The servant number ten was shocked.

After all, in the Moonwater Tribe, attire is a symbol of status, and every piece of clothing is extremely precious.

If the clothing is damaged, the tribe won’t care, and it must be repaired at personal expense.

Of course, such attire is blessed with Great Magical Power, even if intentionally damaged, it’s not easy, let alone just by washing.

Also, looking at servant number ten’s expression, it’s clear he wasn’t the one who did this.

He was just a servant, who would dare damage someone else’s clothing, and clearly, these young men were Inner Sect Disciples, their status far above them.

"I am wronging you, so tell me, besides you, who else touched my robe?" The young man shouted angrily.

Since this attire is so precious, other than washing, the Cultivator wouldn’t leave it.

"Well, master, but it really wasn’t me, and just washing, how could such a situation happen!" The servant said bitterly.

"That I don’t care, since it was you who did it, and we’re colleagues, I won’t make things difficult for you, just repair my attire, and we’ll be done!" The young man said coldly.

Unable to repair? The servant’s face suddenly changed.

Repairing an attire, how is it such an easy task? What more, it’s Inner Sect attire, even working here for several years, the Crystal Stone he would earn wouldn’t be enough for repairing this attire.

Also, seeing his attire, the extent of damage to the Moonwater pattern was indeed high.

"Master, I have family and young ones, where would I find Crystal Stones to repair this attire!" The servant immediately began to plead bitterly.

The Moonwater Tribe is large, and regardless of servants or other disciples, they all have the right to seek a Dao Companion, which is also the reason the Moonwater Tribe has expanded so rapidly.

"Humph, so you mean I should spend my own money on it? I’m not bargaining with you, if you don’t repair it for me, I’ll take action myself, you know the consequences!" The young man sneered coldly.

He was an Inner Sect Disciple, naturally, his cultivation was much higher than these servants, and with his status, even if an Inner Sect Disciple kills a servant, the tribe simply turns a blind eye, unwilling to intervene.

The servant naturally understood what he meant, stepping back two steps, his face turning pale.

"Master, don’t, I’ve handed all my Crystal Stones to my family, I really don’t have half a cent now!" he said wretchedly.

Meanwhile, in his eyes, flashed a resolute expression, that is, he’d rather die than give up the Crystal Stones!

Ye Luo sighed, it seems, everywhere he goes, he’ll encounter Cultivators struggling at the bottom!

"Humph, courting death!"

As he spoke, he forced a slap down.

This slap wasn’t very forceful, at most causing the servant minor injuries, Ye Luo understood, killing the servant wouldn’t help, better to scare him for some benefits instead.

Ye Luo even suspected that this attire might have been damaged elsewhere, and the young man deliberately sought trouble with the servant.

Only the servant’s face changed dramatically, hurriedly striking back a palm.

However, his strength was inherently low, this strike wasn’t enough to counter.

As a result, he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, though his injury wasn’t serious.