"Ye Shidi, agree to him, have a match with him!"

The sudden voice in his mind made Ye Xiaofan, who had already thought of a reason to refuse, pause slightly.

Because the one who spoke was none other than Mo Shiyi.

"Brother Eleven, what do you mean by this?" Ye Xiaofan looked around, but didn’t see Mo Shiyi’s figure in this realm, meaning although the other person wasn’t physically here, he seemed to have been paying close attention to the developments here.

As soon as Ye Xiaofan finished speaking, a reply resounded in his mind.

"Ye Shidi, if you trust your brother, then agree to him, have a match, and I will explain the reason to you later. This is also considered an opportunity."

After delivering the message, Mo Shiyi continued: "But you can compete, and before the duel, we’ll have one condition. If he’s willing to accept, then you can have the match, and not only must you compete, but you must win."

"How do you know I’ll definitely win?" Ye Xiaofan smiled wryly upon hearing this.

Mo Shiyi replied, "I know Shidi’s comprehension better than anyone else here, aside from me, Mo Shiyi. I have absolute confidence in Ye Shidi; as long as you want to win, it shouldn’t be difficult."

"What if I really lose?" Ye Xiaofan raised an eyebrow, using voice transmission to ask.

Mo Shiyi replied without hesitation: "Then I’ll admit I misjudged."

Following the voice, Ye Xiaofan frowned slightly, but did not refute Mo Shiyi. Mo Shiyi has no reason to harm him; instead, throughout this journey for some unknown reason, he has looked out for Ye Xiaofan more than once. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Ye Xiaofan has significant trust in Mo Shiyi, seemingly even greater than in Nangong Jianchen, a feeling which has gradually developed over years of interaction.

And as for Mo Shiyi’s words at this moment, Ye Xiaofan followed almost reflexively.

"You mean, if he loses, let him be my follower? For ten years?"

After hearing Mo Shiyi’s words, Ye Xiaofan was slightly stunned. He couldn’t believe that Mo Shiyi would say such things; after all, this was the son of the Divine Sword Sect’s Sect Leader, not a regular cultivator of the Divine Sword Sect.

"Taking the son of the Sect Leader of the Divine Sword Sect as a follower? Brother Eleven, have you gone mad? Or did I hear wrong?" Ye Xiaofan questioned, unsure he heard correctly; how dare someone even consider such rebellious behavior?

However, Mo Shiyi remained indifferent: "It’s just a title, he’s not really becoming your follower, Ye Shidi. Trust me, this will definitely yield unexpected rewards for you in the future, far beyond your imagination of the Divine Sword Sect."

"Not only that, but didn’t Shidi just establish some cooperative relationship with Luo Qingxian? If you can bind her brother to your side for the next ten years, it would also provide Shidi some security."

As everyone knows, the deepest bond within the Divine Sword Sect is undoubtedly between the Luo siblings. The brother is famously protective of his sister, while the sister, although seemingly indifferent and helpless with her brother’s attitude and shortcomings, regards him as essential.

Upon hearing this, Ye Xiaofan instantly understood. Based on the unspoken rules of Martial Soul Continent, followers must stay close to those they follow. If he can truly turn him into a follower, within these ten years, Ye Xiaofan effectively becomes his ’service god’—whatever he commands, that’s the direction the other must go.

Of course, the premise is that the other party doesn’t back out, as in terms of cultivation and status, Luo Qingchen is above Ye Xiaofan and not controllable.

Yet Mo Shiyi seems to know this Sect Leader’s son very well, as if determined about the upcoming outcome.

Nonetheless, Ye Xiaofan still didn’t understand: "Since you want to ’conquer’ him, why just ten years? Wouldn’t a hundred or two hundred years be better?"

Ye Xiaofan didn’t understand why, if he decided to let him follow him, not set a longer term?

To this, Mo Shiyi quickly provided an answer: Ten years is the most acceptable time frame for a prodigious talent. Being a prodigy, typically they attract their followers, not the other way around.

However, a decade is different. On the Martial Soul Continent, a ten-year followers’ term is an incredibly special period; these cultivators aren’t truly defined as someone’s followers, merely fulfilling a promise made through a bet.

Furthermore, ten years is a most acceptable period for cultivators; for average people, ten years can be a tenth or eighth of a long life, but for cultivators, it’s merely a fleeting moment.

Some cunning cultivators know a lengthy retreat can make ten years swiftly pass, making it trivial. Many weaker cultivators use this tactic to bind some powerful ones, employing them as ten-year bodyguards.

If Ye Xiaofan can indeed make that white-clad figure his ten-year follower, he’d instantly gain a Self-Slaying Realm bodyguard with a formidable identity, achieving a dual benefit.

With Mo Shiyi’s advice in advance.

After some consideration, Ye Xiaofan decided to adopt it, yet, while his heart accepted it, his face couldn’t reveal too much. He had to portray difficulty, ensuring it wasn’t acted too badly.

This posed some challenge for Ye Xiaofan, but it wasn’t impossible.