"Who said that?" Drog said in an almost inaudible voice. His voice was so low not because he chose to say in such a low voice, but because he was incapable of saying It any louder.

The kicks that he received from the other three had injured him to the point where he now suffered internal bleeding and was now near death.

After saying the words, he coughed one more mouthful of blood.

"You are about to die, boy!" The voice said mockingly. "Now tell me your name and you might live."

Drog frowned and slightly nodded. He knew that the voice was right; if nothing was to be done – he would die as it was the same way that the original Drog died. A breath of time passed and Drog said in the same almost inaudible voice, "My name is Drog." Blood spurted out of his mouth as he said his name.

"Drog, close your eyes and focus on the pendant." The voice said in a commanding tone.

He gulped down and he felt that he didn't gulp down his saliva but blood instead. "I should do as the voice says, I have no options right now." Drog thought and closed his eyes and concentrated on the amulet – just like the voice said.

…

His eyes opened and all around he saw darkness while in front of him stood a woman – a woman whose appearance was out of this world.

She had large beautifully shaped D-sup sized breasts, scarlet red eyes, medium length black wavy hair, oval shaped face and subliminal V-shaped jawline, pale skin, enticing pink lips and an amazing figure. She wore a black yukata with a dragon embroidered across it. She was the most beautiful woman that Drog saw. She was ten thousand more beautiful than his girlfriend that he loved before transmigrating.

She had an aura around herself that made Drog want to kneel before her.

"Welcome to my prison, Drog!" The woman said with a smile.

"…" Drog said nothing, he only stared blankly at her. Drog was shocked silly by her beauty, even forgetting his situation.

"It is rude to stare, brat!"

Drog was returned to reality by the woman's voice. "What is this place?" He said after gulping down his saliva.

"Like I said this is my prison." Her voice sounded slightly irritated.

Drog frowned, "Prison?"

"Yes, this is my prison." Her voice sounded even more irritated than before. "I really hate repeating myself. So don't make me do it." She added.

Drog bowed his head, "My apologies but let me ask you where is this prison and how did I get here?"

She continued frowning, "The prison is in the pendant."

"What?! How is that possible?! You are telling me that I am inside the pendant?!" Drog shouted out in surprise.

"You dripped your blood on the eye of the pendant. Didn't you?"

Drog frowned and recalled back. He recalled coughing blood on the pendant. He nodded his head slowly. "How does dropping blood on the pendant is related?"

"Treasures are bound by blood. And since you dripped your blood on the pendant. This pendant now belongs to you and you are my new jailer."

Drog frowned, "I am your jailer? Why were you impriso…"

Before he could finish his sentence the woman raised her hand – indicating him to stop. Drog stopped and said "What?"

"Don't forget your body is dying, so tell me, do you have time to ask so many questions?"

Drog's pupils constricted and he finally recalled that he was at the brink of death. He nodded his head, "You said that you would save me if I told you my name."

The woman laughed lightly, "Telling me your name is only the first step. The second step is we forge a contract."

"What kind of contract?" Drog frowned and asked cautiously. From the experiences on earth- he knew that one shouldn't carelessly sign contracts.

"It's nothing much. You will have to complete three requests of mine." She said with a smile.

"What kind of requests?" Drog cautiously asked.

"First, you will have to free me from this prison and reconstruct my body."

"Second, you will have to rebuild my sect."

"Third, you will have to aid me in my revenge."

"Do you accept, Drog?"

Drog though for a moment before sighing. He shook his head, "That's not possible. I don't know how to free you and how to reconstruct your body or anyone else's body. You want me to build a sect and help you get revenge but I have no martial talent. I can't even fulfil the first point."

The woman shook her head, "Don't worry about that. I know both the methods of how you could free me and how you could reconstruct my body."

"Your martial talent doesn't matter. I forgot to mention this but there is something else for you rather than just your life. Additionally, to saving your life here, I will also accept you as my disciple." She continued.

"Are you sure you want me as your disciple, I don't have a martial talent as I said before."

She said in confidence, "That doesn't matter, if you become my student, you will become the strongest. After all my sect was feared by everyone even the gods - making them shudder in fear."

"If it really was the strongest, how did you get trapped here? Why do you need to take revenge? Why do you need me to rebuild your sect?"

"What do you know?! If not for those damn gods working together, how could my sect fall?!" The woman retorted back with anger.

Drog nodded and thought, "It's either I decline and die right here and now or I accept and fulfil her three requests – she also promised to make me the strongest which coincides with my goal."

"Can I see the contract?"

"Certainly," She smirked; held out her hand and a scroll appeared in it. With a flick of her wrist, the scroll flew towards Drog; he caught it mid-air. Drog opened up the contract and started reading the points that were written inside.

As he read it, she said, " If you breach even a single one point. Your soul will perish and you won't ever reincarnate. Keep that in mind!"

"How do I sign it?"

She smirked, "Press on it hard, and it will be signed. And from that moment on, you will become my disciple and I will become your master!"

"Press on it?" He tilted his head in confusion.

"That's right when we are in this place, you are just a soul while your real body is still outside and is vulnerable. So don't think time flows differently because it is the same as outside. So be careful not to enter this space when you are in danger as you are right now. But this space has another use, you can put items into this space."

Drog nodded his head, "So I just press on the contract?"

The woman nodded her head, and with that he pressed and the contract disappeared from his hands. She smiled as she said, "Now kowtow to your master."

Drog frowned, "I don't kneel to anyone!"

She nodded and a slight smile appeared on her face, "That's a good attitude you have but… You are showing your attitude to the wrong person. You are now my disciple and I am your master. In the contract that you have signed, there was a point that states just that. A kowtow is the biggest show of respect one can show, and if you are not willing to do that, that means you are not willing to acknowledge me as your master. That breaks the point I mentioned before. If you don't want your soul to perish, I suggest you kowtow to me – my little disciple!" She said as she wickedly raised the corner of her mouth.

Drog frowned, "She is right, there really was a point that states that she is now my master." He closed his eyes and lowered his head, "I have never kneeled down to anyone in my life much less kowtowed to them." He thought.

Drog bit down his lower lip. "This is the first and the last time, I kneel in front of someone!" He thought.

He got on his knees and with his head touched the ground; he kowtowed, "Disciple greets master!" He said.

"Very good, Drog. My name is Liu Ri, don't forget it."

He got up from the ground, "Yes master, Liu Ri."

"First let's make sure you don't die from haemorrhage."

"What do I need to do?" Drog's asked.

"If you awaken your dantian, you won't die from a little internal bleeding. I will impart a cultivation method upon you now."

With these words, she approached closer and extended her beautiful arm and touched Drog's forehead with the fingertip as Drog was still a child he was only half her height.

When she touched him, Drog didn't feel heat or coldness, it was strange when he was touched but he felt nothing. Before he could say anything a burst of knowledge entered his head. "Now you should be able to cultivate, try it now." She said.

He nodded his head as he seated himself. She looked at him and asked, "What are you doing?"

Drog looked up as he answered, "Cultivating?"

She sighed as she said, "You can't do it here, at this place."

"Here you only exist as a soul, and this place around us contains no energy for you to absorb, and besides even if there was energy here, without your body it won't get absorbed. Now go outside and show me that you indeed learned how to cultivate." She said.

"How do I leave this place?"

"Close your eyes and focus on your body."

Drog closed his eyes and when he opened them again, he was lying on the ground again. He immediately coughed out another mouthful of blood.

"You should hurry, you have only two breaths of time to live."