Sheila agreed without hesitation.
"I'm willing to sign a contract with you."
"Very good."
Fang Xian knew Sheila wouldn't refuse; the temptation was simply too great.
A black magic circle appeared beneath his feet, linking to Sheila and forming another black magic circle.
A large character for "Human Lord" appeared between them.
"Contract."
Sheila's voice was firm, her answer decisive.
"Agreed."
The black magic circle linking them shone brightly, merging into a large black magic circle.
A moment later, both Fang Xian and Sheila felt the "Power of the Contract"; the contract was successful.
The light dimmed, and the black magic circle disappeared.
[Contract successful. Current contract partner: 54/202.]
Sheila, the Angel of Slaughter, contract successful.
Fang Xian quickly formed hand seals, then unleashed a palm strike, immediately loosening the seal binding Sheila.
A mysterious force, as if imprinted, meandered across the Sheila statue. With a slight tremor, the statue began to slowly peel away, debris falling like snowflakes.
Then, Sheila's smooth skin was revealed.
Her cheeks, nose, lips… inch by inch, they appeared.
As the last piece of stone armor was removed, Sheila finally broke free of the seal, revealing her true face.
Beneath her soft bangs were a pair of crimson eyes, concealing killing intent and bloodlust.
Her nose was high and straight, adding a touch of nobility and coldness to her face.
Her skin was as white as snow, as delicate and smooth as mutton-fat jade.
Her cleavage was high and full, arousing the imagination.
Above the hem of her skirt, her full and pert buttocks were even more alluring under the black fabric.
She stood there silently, seemingly still trapped in the 100,000-year-old seal, having forgotten how to walk.
Sheila's lips parted slightly, overwhelmed with emotion.
"I...I'm finally free..."
"Free..."
Her beautiful eyes slowly lifted, her body swaying unsteadily as she stumbled towards Fang Xian.
"M-Master...thank you."
Fang Xian quickly steadied Sheila, preventing her from falling.
"It's nothing, no need to be polite, and I'm already accepting your thanks."
With that, Fang Xian's large hand reached in, beginning to wander.
Sheila looked at Fang Xian in surprise, her pretty face flushed, and she hurriedly covered Fang Xian's hand, begging for mercy.
"Master...you can't..."
Fang Xian smiled slyly, showing no sign of stopping.
"Hehe! There's no 'can' or 'can'. If I want you to, you have to cooperate, understand?"
The once-slaying angel Sheila was now a little lamb in Fang Xian's hands, easily manipulated.
Sheila's body trembled slightly, and she obediently nodded.
"Yes… Sheila understands…"
"Good girl."
Fang Xian released Sheila, letting her recover for a while to avoid damaging her.
As for turning her into a "sixteen-winged fallen angel," that was still too early; he would wait until she recovered to her peak condition.
After all, evolution only happens once, and it had to be done in her optimal state to avoid any accidents.
"Sheila, how did you turn Lucifer into a twelve-winged fallen angel?"
Lucifer looked at Sheila, equally curious.
Sheila adjusted her clothes, still somewhat immersed in the strange sensations she had just experienced.
When she realized what was happening, her pretty face flushed slightly.
"That's an innate talent of mine, capable of evolving a fallen angel into a twelve-winged fallen angel…"
"And it can only be used once."
Fang Xian nodded. He had originally thought these ancient gods possessed some kind of secret technique that could allow their kind to advance, but it turned out it was just Sheila's innate talent.
"Do you know anyone else imprisoned here who has a similar ability?"
Sheila thought for a moment and shook her head.
"I haven't heard of anyone openly possessing such a skill."
"Okay."
Fang Xian had originally planned to use these ancient gods to help his wives advance, but now it seemed that was out of the question.
Since we can't utilize them, we'll just rescue the beauties, then form contracts with them to increase the system's return multiplier.
"Do you know anyone else in 'Burial Hill' whose beauty rivals yours?"
"Beauty?"
Sheila frowned slightly, answering truthfully.
"Although I hate to admit it, the only one here whose beauty is no less than mine is 'Twelve-Winged Holy Angel'
—Angewomon."
"As for who else is imprisoned here later, I have no idea."
"Holy Angels" and "Fallen Angels" are mortal enemies, and Angewomon, having gained Sheila's approval, must be incredibly beautiful.
Actually, the Human Emperor had visited every member of "Burial Hill," but he hadn't recorded their appearances, which meant Fang Xian had to find them himself.
With thousands upon thousands of cells, finding them all would be very time-consuming.
Especially for those like Sheila, sealed as statues, their true appearance is often obscured.
Fang Xian decided to capture Angewomon this time, leaving the remaining screening work to Lucifer and the others.
He was pressed for time; he still needed to slowly research how to form contracts with all things to further enhance his strength.
Although he was on par with the powerhouses of the Special World, easily overwhelming those of the Primary World, things would be troublesome if every being in the Special World was that powerful.
Having made up his mind, Fang Xian, Sheila, and Lucifer walked out of the cage.
However, Sheila hadn't taken more than a few steps when the people in the cages on either side recognized her and exclaimed in surprise.
"Sheila?"
"It really is Sheila!"
"Sheila, how did you break the seal? Save me too!"
"Please save me, Sheila! I never attacked you back then!"
"Sheila, I had a crush on you back then! Please, for my sake, save me!"
The people imprisoned in the cells saw Sheila as if she were a lifeline, pleading for help.
Sheila saw many familiar faces, but she remained silent, leaving everything to Fang Xian's decision.
Fang Xian was annoyed by their commotion, his voice low and deep.
"Shut up."
These two simple words contained powerful "chaotic energy," reverberating throughout the entire "Burial Hill of Gods," stunning everyone in every cell.
The room fell silent, save for Fang Xian's cold voice.
"Anyone who makes a sound again will be killed without mercy."
A terrifying killing intent swept across the area, making them truly feel the taste of death once more.
They were only sealed away; they still had a chance to leave alive like Sheila.
But if they angered Fang Xian, this fearsome figure, they would truly die on the spot.
They all watched silently as Fang Xian and his group left, step by step, until he stopped in a cell.
They had arrived; this was the cell of the twelve-winged holy angel Angewomon.
Fang Xian walked straight in, and what came into view was the stunningly beautiful Angewomon.
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