The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 44 - 43: Mist Spray_1

"I just feel sorry for her and wanted to explore new possibilities."

Ye Hanjun spoke half-truths, stating naturally:

"Who ever heard of imprisoning a Fond Spirit by piercing its chest day and night?"

"Whether this is salvation or another form of humiliation, only the witch herself knows."

"This is also an unavoidable solution..."

Shen Jiaoyun tried to explain, but was immediately interrupted by Ye Hanjun:

"Nevermind, the pact is made. Let the past stay in the past."

"As for the future, maybe I will pay a price for my arrogance."

"But whether it’s the witch losing control and threatening my life, or the magic skills being too weak to compete on the same level, or even getting stuck in the great completion of the Mud-cast fetus, unable to ascend to the Rainbow Light fetus..."

"These consequences and prices will be borne by me."

Ye Hanjun, who could roughly guess the other party’s thoughts, added:

"Of course, if I am lucky enough to improve the witch’s condition, to help her regain stability, to restore her health."

"Then correspondingly, I would also reap the benefits."

"The magical skills of the Witch Clan, if they can be used normally, whether in terms of its effects or power, are still quite appealing..."

The acupuncture skill had been accurately inserted into the acupoints, and Shen Jiaoyun only needed to divide a small part of her mind to maintain the casting of the ability.

However, most of her attention was on Ye Hanjun’s nonchalant remarks, her expression was absurd.

It must be admitted that the unusual contract phenomena indirectly proved that Lord Han excelled in his personal talent or had standout experiences in his life.

But still same phrase:

This is a Grey Flash! This is the Dirty Bone Spirit!

Shen Jiaoyun thought that Lord Han had discovered a significant opportunity and had already helped the witch to make a change.

At such a close distance, as the acupuncture skill was steadily healing the witch’s injuries.

What she could feel was only the decrease in the witch’s pain, a slight improvement in her mental state, and her spiritual world was not as dark and numbed anymore.

But what use is this when the true flesh and blood body is in such utter chaos?

The misalignment of organs, the twisting of meridians, the slowing of blood flow...

And shockingly, Shen Jiaoyun even caught a whiff of lingering death in the deepest reaches of the flesh and blood, unable to suppress or erase it no matter what, only able to watch as it spread and grew.

How long until the witch will wither away and die?

Could it be that Lord Han hasn’t noticed this yet?

If that’s the case, wouldn’t his confident contract have been for naught?

"Baa Baa! Baa~~~"

The Water Goat wasn’t idle either, it was also using a Hundred Stripe level "Mist Spray", trying hard to treat the Desert Witch’s injuries.

The water element it controlled was not ordinary spring water from nature, but a special liquid with healing factors, appearing sky blue in color.

The key location it targeted was of course the bloody hole in the Desert Witch’s chest.

Such an alarming injury, with the infusion of mist, was actually regenerating densely packed fleshy buds in the almost microscopic details.

Their growth was slow, but there was no stopping.

This made the Water Goat that was casting all its might, not taking long before its fur was drenched, baaing for breath, even more strenuous than a bull plowing the field.

"How confident are you in restoring the full power of the Witch Clan?"

After a long silence, Bingji suddenly spoke.

At this moment, the icy and cool demeanor on his face had mostly disappeared, making it challenging to figure out his real thoughts.

"It’s hard to say."

Ye Hanjun pondered for a bit, feeling it necessary to disclose some information, or it wouldn’t be convenient to extract himself:

"My original intention was simple, since the trait of the Grey Flash is hard to change, then find a way to wash away this label and help her mutate her bloodline."

"Only in this way can the Desert Witch acquire the normal growth space a Fond Spirit deserves, and avoid being scorned by the world."

Bingji slightly twitched his lips, once again falling silent.

Bloodline mutation is the ascension method all low-tier Fond Spirits rely on, there is no dispute about this.

Once the correct method is identified, the previously invincible bloodline barrier may well be broken.

The same logic applies to the Desert Witch.

If she herself has flaws, if a gene mutation can be induced, indeed a new life may be attained after destruction.

But changing the bloodline as a solution to the problem...

It sounds simple, but is it truly easy to accomplish?

Similar thoughts, whether it’s him or Teacher Shao, were in fact considered.

Including star mentors, including big shots at the level of vice principals.

When they first saw the witch, the idea that came to mind unprompted would not have bypassed mutation as an option.

And the result? Either they didn’t dare to attempt, or they stopped halfway.

"The Giant Frog Marsh rarely has sightings of Witch Clan’s Fond Spirits, therefore there is minimal research available."

"This means, wanting to help the Witch Clan mutate their bloodline, the difficulty level is tens of times that of common Fond Spirits."

Shen Jiaoyun furrowed her brows, analyzing earnestly:

"In addition, focusing on the Grey Flash."

"The only available information shows that their innate defects are too severe, and no one has ever supplemented them successfully through acquired means, regardless of the method..."

Shen Jiaoyun didn’t finish her sentence, hesitating.

Ye Hanjun understood what she meant.

In essence, she’s saying each issue on its own could be considered a problem of the century.

The two overlapped, increasing the difficulty by hundreds of times, with no limit to the increase.

At this stage, no matter what the reason, what talent, what experience...

It is really hard to convince someone that it will succeed in the end.

"Let’s give it a try." Ye Hanjun chuckled lightly, "There’s a saying that one doesn’t turn back until hitting a wall, and one won’t give up until reaching the hell."

"My determination was set in stone at the moment I signed the contract, and I won’t be swayed by rumors and gossip before I am battered and bruised."

"Alright." Shen Jiaoyun sighed, "We’re all adults and must bear the consequences of our choices."

"Since you chose the witch, treat her well."

"Her past experiences are probably more tragic than we imagined."

"If you chill her heart again, there’s no guarantee that one day she won’t turn dark and destroy everything, taking you, her Patron, with her. Then there will be nowhere to cry..."

"Okay, I will keep Assistant Shen’s advice in mind."

Ye Hanjun nodded, this suggestion was also one of his core thoughts and was worth acknowledging.

"By the way, I have always wanted to ask, why are you holding the emblem of an assistant?"

The situation stabilized, and Shen Jiaoyun’s tense emotions slightly relaxed.

The suppressed curiosity naturally awakened.

"So young, just contracted with a Fond Spirit... who let you in through the back door to attain this position?"

"Oh, Director Jiang Yongnian."

Ye Hanjun didn’t want to explain too much, so he just blamed:

"If you doubt my identity, you can ask him, he can prove it for me."

"The rest is a long story, today’s contract signing has exhausted me a lot, so I won’t ramble on here."

Saying this, Ye Hanjun turned to the person with the highest authority on the seventh floor and asked:

"Master Bing, can I go now?"

"If you’re not going to make me pay, then consider me owing you a favor."

"If the aid center needs help in the future and I happen to be able to, I won’t refuse..."

"Clang——"

Bingji sheathed his giant sword and headed for the entrance without looking back.

His indifferent voice echoed through the seventh floor’s corridor with profound implications:

"A teacher should act like a teacher."

"This is Canghai Pavilion, look at the emblem on your chest, don’t disgrace your identity."

Bingji gradually receded into the distance.

The puffing Sounding Bat had no choice but to leave with its master.

"Thank you, Assistant Shen."

"But this kind of treatment is almost your limit, right? No need to overwork yourself, let’s stop here."

Ye Hanjun thanked Shen Jiaoyun.

At that time, the large hole in the Desert Witch’s chest had not been completely healed.

She did stop bleeding relying on her Acupuncture Skill.

But more than half of the cut turned into a scar, crooked and skewed, even uglier and more hideous than black centipedes’ long legs.

"Alright, the rest is up to you." Shen Jiaoyun didn’t push herself hard.

Indeed, she is a healing-oriented Patron of the second level, but she has an extra workload every day.

Active skills like ’Acupuncture Skill’ demand a certain burden each time it’s used, it’s not something to be squandered unlimitedly.

The same goes for the Water Goat.

When in full bloom, the Rainbow Light Fetus’s ’Mist Spray’ may not be able to heal the terribly wounded Desert Witch in one go.

Not in full bloom, it had already been very tired from performing magic for ten minutes continuously.

If it doesn’t immerse itself in water and rest properly, it would faint.

"Return to the Contract Space, it will also help in body function recovery."

With a thought, a streak of light erupted from the symbol on Ye Hanjun’s left wrist.

You could only see the light yellow color flashing by, and the Desert Witch disappeared.

The only thing left was the splattered dirty blood and the sand, mess all over the ground.

"Hey, the students over there, you’ve been watching for so long, why don’t you come out and say hello?"

Ye Hanjun was exhausted, but he still mustered a bit of will and looked towards the passage on the left forward.

The issue was not completely resolved.

There were too many witnesses today, and Huazhu was a rare witch’s fond spirit, with a tag of grey flash.

It could be predicted that this storm was only temporarily over, and it would enter a fermentation stage next, which could evolve in any direction.

"Ha ha, what a coincidence, we meet again..."

Jiang Haowen, Jiang Meng, Zhou Nijie, Ye Shu, two men and two women walked out shyly.

Especially Jiang Haowen, although he couldn’t hear what was being said, seeing Lord Han confronting the guard in person, effortlessly handling things.

Combining this with the fact that he had scrutinized the newcomer earlier in a superior manner, his cheeks were burning, he wanted to crawl into a hole.

"If possible, please help me cover this up."

Ye Hanjun looked at them straight in the eye and said, unconcerned about any embarrassment:

"Although it’s not very realistic, I still hope that the news of me contracting the Desert Witch would be known later."

"No problem, no problem!"

Jiang Haowen agreed wholeheartedly, Jiang Meng also nodded like pecking at rice, there was curiosity and admiration in her eyes.