The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 35 - 34: Flash Fond Spirit _1

Serenity, devouring everything.

In the deathly stillness, Ye Hanjun gazed at the blood-stained face of the Desert Witch, and whispered with a faint smile,

"You are constantly enduring the pain of piercing, even normal sleep is a luxury."

"Even so, you remain silent, enduring the pain alone."

"You have no expectations of the outside world, focusing solely on saving yourself?"

"But can you really do it alone?"

Whoosh ———

As soon as his words fell, a cold gaze shot directly at him, devoid of any emotions.

The Desert Witch opened her eyes!

She stared straight at Ye Hanjun, her gaze like a frozen beam of light, not blinking or shifting even as time ticked away.

"What beautiful pupils, what a determined look, it’s a pity."

The pupils of the Desert Witch are very, very beautiful, her eyes are round, but her irises are narrow, needle-like.

In the relevant knowledge system, this is a ’snake’s eyes’, the two are one concept.

It’s a pity that these eyes should be golden, cold and proud, innately towering above ordinary creatures.

What Ye Hanjun saw, however, were a pair of gray and dark eyes.

Like being covered with a layer of dust, or like dried up river water, there was no bright luster, only turbidity remains.

"Crash ———"

The Desert Witch slowly sat up, her shoulders leaning against the wall.

A simple movement, because of pulling the penetrating injury on her chest, new blood flowed out.

Her breathing suddenly heavy, but she did not scream or roar.

The face, not clear in detail, reflected a silence and strength completely inconsistent with her frail figure.

Ye Hanjun’s expression remained unchanged.

As if oblivious to the cold gaze falling on him, his indifference grew thicker.

Even, he took another two steps forward, raising his hand, he could touch the black metal railing.

The eyes of the Desert Witch narrowed slightly.

A ring-shaped black scorpion tail suddenly rose from the shadows.

Like a deadly venomous snake ready to strike, the rose-tinted tail needle pointed at Ye Hanjun, the alertness and caution clear.

"Calm down, don’t do anything foolish."

Ye Hanjun chuckled, naturally raising his right hand.

The little finger on his nose, the thumb on his chin, the other three fingers like plucking strings, forming an odd position.

"You... should not have degenerated to the point where you cannot even understand the language of your bloodline, right?"

"Crash ———!!"

The iron chains shook violently, the body of the Desert Witch suddenly trembled, the tail needle on her back lost control, and fell to the ground with a clatter.

"That’s impossible!"

"A mere human, why do you know our Witch language?!"

The Desert Witch hadn’t been this surprised in a long time.

She tilted her neck back, her misty snake’s eyes suddenly widened, watching Ye Hanjun in disbelief.

"In this world, nothing is impossible."

Ye Hanjun continued to flick his fingers, the strange voice coming out from his mouth was hoarse and peculiar, like a chorus of pigs, ducks, cows, and all sorts of other animals mixed together.

This is not the language of humans, nor is it one of the several familiar, widely spoken languages of other races.

Even, this is not a language that ordinary witches can master, tracing back to the origin of the bloodline, recalling the origin of the race...

...this is the ancient Witch’s language!

——Ye Hanjun’s pronunciation is older and more authentic than the Desert Witch’s!

"Impossible!"

The frail body of the Desert Witch rose and fell violently.

All around her, grains of yellow sand constantly flew chaotically, as if out of control.

"Calm down!" Ye Hanjun reprimanded in the Ancient Witch’s language, "I wouldn’t want to casually attract the Watcher over."

"..." The Desert Witch’s limbs stiffened, her earlier indifference long since vanished.

After a dozen or so seconds, she slowly relaxed, a stunning light rising in her dull eyes.

"Are you, a human, or a witch?"

An immortal witch, disguised as a human, then infiltrated human society?"

Ye Hanjun nodded slightly, "Not a bad idea, quite imaginative."

"But I’m afraid I have to disappoint you, I’m not a witch, but the most orthodox human."

The Desert Witch hung her head low, not daring to directly look into Ye Hanjun’s eyes, her voice intermixed with an indescribable agitation:

"Then how can you, with a human body, speak the ancient universal language of the witches?"

"What I know is, humans possess ’abilities’, but this is not mental communication, nor those special ways to exchange.""This ancient and obscure witch language, many mid and small-sized witch tribes have lost their inheritance, I have never seen a member of the same race who can speak this language, yet I heard it here..."

The Ancient Witch’s language, symbolizes the origin, the bloodline of unyielding strength.

The intense reaction from the Desert Witch was all within Ye Hanjun’s expectations.

He smiled, his fingers moving again, aiding his voice output with the most intricate of controls:

"In my family, almost everyone can speak the Witch language."

"There’s a relatively powerful witch tribe, we are allies, and we have had in-depth exchanges."

Paused for a moment, took a fresh breath, Ye Hanjun said with an easygoing smile:

"As for pronunciation... it’s simple if you think it’s simple, and complicated if you think it’s complicated."

"Though some abilities can easily facilitate communication across races."

"But what we rely on are tens of thousands of research reports and hundreds of thousands of muscle exercises."

"Air circulation in the lungs, vibration of the vocal cords, opening and closing of the mouth, tongue movement... if you dissect these to the deepest extent, the sounds that humans can make are beyond your imagination."

"Powerful Witch Tribes..." The Desert Witch’s gaze was filled with bewilderment, "To me, this is so distant, so unreal..."

"This won’t matter for now."

With a shift in his tone, Ye Hanjun stared into her eyes, and asked:

"I ask you, why have you fallen to such a state, imprisoned in this dark and narrow place, silent all day long?"

"I..." The Desert Witch looked down at her pierced chest, as if she had a lot to say, choked up in her throat, unable to find a way to start.

"That’s alright, take your time."

Ye Hanjun’s dominant tone softened slightly:

"You should be able to sense that my appearance has special significance for you."

"I despise deception. Organize your thoughts and tell me the truth."

...

There was silence for three minutes.

The Desert witch slowly lifted her head. The long dried blood on her face, reflecting a deep dark brown under the dim light.

"I was born near the Giant Frog Marsh, in a desert."

"There, my primitive tribe existed, a ultra-small witch tribe composed of only about ten witches. They said we had migrated from a far off place, and finally settled here."

"Can a tribe consist of just ten people?" Ye Hanjun questioned inwardly, but did not refute out loud.

The expression of the Desert Witch was slightly desperate, the light in her eyes reflected memories, her tone was full of helplessness, and her icy hatred was not hidden:

"When I was very young, I was different from my tribe."

"They were proud, beautiful, and confident. They could cast powerful earth attribute spells with a gesture. In that desert, no foreign races could resist their conquest and rule."

"And I have been seen as a disgrace to the tribe since my birth."

"The eldest Witch Elder once showed brief kindness and tried to teach me something."

"But... it was just the most basic control of sand, not even a skill. I learned for three days but I just couldn’t grasp it..."

"Without a doubt, I was abandoned by the elder."

The Desert witch paused slightly, shook her head and murmured to herself:

"This also means that my tribe has completely given up on me."

"Not long after, I was driven out of the territory and became a wandering witch."

"At that time, I was not even one year old."

"I didn’t learn any skills, lost protection, and started a life of solitary survival..."

"Just because of the Grey Flash?"

Ye Hanjun asked, his eyes burning with curiosity.

"Um." The Desert witch nodded, "The tribe said I was born flawed. According to the beliefs of the tribe, I was naturally seen as ominous."

"They despised me, didn’t allow young witches to play with me, the looks they cast on me were only of disdain and indifference."

"It wasn’t until I came to human society that I learned humans had a specific term for creatures like me: ’Grey Flash’."

Grey Flash, also known as Dirty Bone Spirit.

This world has special living creatures. They belong to their own kind but are detached from their kind, one in ten thousand.

When mentioning their official names, mindful Patrons would certainly be filled with endless fantasies and desires ingrained their flesh and blood.

---- These are "Flash Spirits"!

They are bloodline mutants, but are different from conventional mutants and don’t change into other races, thereby creating new species.

They only further strengthen the original bloodline.

Even the lowest level ’Dazzling Flash’, has a ninety percent chance of being the leader of the group, easily leading a tribe.

If it is even more powerful, the ’Ultimate Flash’ is incomparable to any other species.

The former, if they do not die prematurely, are entitled "Monarch Spirits" and are invincible among their peers, often in cross-level battles.

As for the latter...

Ye Hanjun was fortunate enough to read the important ancient books of the clan. The descriptions about them nearly exhausted all the words of praise in the world.

They are the most supreme existence, terrifying to the extreme, rare to the extreme.

It is known as the "Emperor Seed" when young, and called ’The Emperor’ when mature

Wherever it looks, thunderbolts and earthquakes follow; wherever its power is directed, it can move mountains.

The Beast of the Emperor, overlooking the world, is the absolute invincible of the same rank.

In the unfathomable ancient era, it is said that such creatures achieved Divine Enthronement.

Not only did they become regional overlords, they were also the kings among kings, the emperors among emperors, suppressing the Fetus of God Sealing...

Ye Hanjun was clearer than anyone about the significance ​of the term "Flash Spirits".

Being able to contract such spirits, even if the power of a Patron is garbage, or their growth method is more laid back, or future potential is hard to tell.

The Flash Spirit, due to the contract, will inversely promote the strength of the Patron.

Flash-- implies more possibilities!

The Desert Witch before him was, of course, also a Flash Spirit.

But Ye Hanjun could understand her pain.

Grey Flash for the secular world, the negative prejudices are ingrained, embedded in the flesh and blood.

She didn’t get stronger at all.

Instead...

...She got weaker!