The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 515 - 231: Granting You the Power of Lightning to Punish the Evil!_1

Feasting done. Drinking done.

After a few drinks, Gu Miaoyu crawled onto Renwo Kuang’s back, hanging on like a koala.

But instead of catching up on some much-needed sleep, she was incessantly murmuring to herself. Sometimes, she would pick at Renwo Kuang’s dandruff; sometimes, she would thump his wide back. Her hands never stopped moving.

Here was a striking man who was 11 feet tall - quite accustomed to the storms and strife of life.

As for this woman who liked to flirt with him for no reason when she was drunk, he had no good solutions.

Thankfully... there were others around who lacked that romantic touch: Renwo Lang and Renwo Pao!

The Crocodile General, over 30 feet in length, stood there stiff as a tree, staring hard at Gu Miaoyu for quite some time.

Be it because the smell of her fragrant perfume irritated its sense of smell,

or because her boisterous, drunken speech was an awful racket that gave it a headache.

Renwo Pao let out a snort, grabbed hold of Gu Miaoyu’s foot, and tossed her up into the sky.

"Eh? How did I end up in the sky?"

In mid-air, Gu Miaoyu spun around dozens of times. She was about to make an untethered descent and hit the ground hard on her butt.

A flash of pink shot towards her. Looking closely, who else could it be but the Pink Winged Dragon?

"Alright, enough fun!"

"We have had quite enough play. Time to head back and rest!"

Su Mei returned to the earth, cradling a gorgeous woman in his arms, his face a mask of helplessness.

"Yes, Sister Yan, it’s getting late. We should head back and rest as well~"

Huo Xin, who also had quite a few drinks, held a bunch of roses in his hand, his eyes brimming with an affected sincerity.

"Rustle, rustle, rustle..."

The vines grew in a frenzy. In the blink of an eye, Huo Xin was tied up, squirming like a maggot.

Yan Xuehui, her face expressionless, stuffed a cloth into Huo Xin’s mouth, then kicked him over to Tan Ziping.

"Mmm...Mmm, mmm!"

Huo Xin struggled desperately, casting imploring glances at his Contracted Spirit, the Golden Scale Cat Demon.

However, the Golden Scale Cat Demon gave him a glance and continued to lick its paws, wonderfully poised. It didn’t give a damn about his predicament.

"Hahaha, even Lil’ Gold wants nothing to do with you. That’s what you get for showing off!"

Yu Yu ran over, seizing the opportunity to deal Huo Xin a hefty blow to the head.

Then, she threw herself into Yan Xuehui’s arms. She not only wrapped her arms around Yan Xuehui’s waist but also buried her head between Yan’s twin peaks, glaring at Huo Xin with a provocative "What can you do to me?" expression. Blatantly agitating.

"Pah!"

Huo Xin spat out the cloth, fuming:

"Yu, you and I are at odds!"

"Oh, somebody’s upset! Remember, you can’t rush things~"

Yu Yu giggled, dragging Yan Xuehui away in a hurry.

...

The members of the Mercenary Group that Steals Fire began dispersing, two by two, and three by three.

Ye Hanjun remained by the campfire. Sometimes he sipped his wine, other times, he looked up to appreciate the moon, enjoying the rare peaceful moment.

And so, without a sound, the night passed.

At dawn, as the sun cast its first light down and the birds began to chirp...

"Swoosh -"

Ye Hanjun got up, dusted off a few specks of dust from his clothes, revealing a warm smile on his face, illuminated by the morning sun:

"Let’s go, time to get some real work done."

Following him closely, his ever-present companion Huazhu hurriedly nudged the Sand Sculpture which was currently fast asleep.

"Hoo hoo... moo?"

The Eight-legged Cattle Horse woke up suddenly, craning its neck, looking towards its master in anticipation.

"No, you can’t come along."

Ye Hanjun shook his head.

"Hoo hoo... moo..."

The Eight-legged Cattle Horse’s eyes dimmed in an instant.

It lay back on the ground, nibbling at the turf, utterly bored.

"Ah∠(ᐛ」∠)_?"

The Sand Sculpture suddenly woke up, flapping its wings to stand upright.

Seeing that it was Huazhu calling it, it made sure to behave itself, daring not utter a grumble.

"Go fly towards the south."

Ye Hanjun gave a shake of his head towards Renwo Kuang and Dongfang Xu, indicating that they did not need to follow.

Then, he jumped onto the Sand Sculpture’s back, hands folded behind his back, perfectly poised.

"Ah, ah ah!!!"

The Sand Sculpture shook off its sleepiness and regained its spirits.

Just by flapping its wings once or twice, it had soared to a height of 500 meters, all the while stirring up a cloud of dust.

"Not here."

"Not here either."

"Fly a bit more to the west, there’s a mountain range. Let’s take a quick tour."

...

Ye Hanjun directed the Sand Sculpture to fly in different directions, searching everywhere.

The wild beasts they encountered along the way fled at the sight of them from a considerable distance, not daring to disturb this human-bird duo.

"Found it, it should be here!"

Within half a day, the Sand Sculpture hovered in the air, circling around a mountain peak.

Upon closer inspection, Ye Hanjun saw that this bald mountain had a huge cave opening. Inside the cave, it was pitch black, with the bodies of beasts and human bones amassing.

"Screech!!"

As soon as its aura/body refuted, the Wheel of Life Embryo provoked a violent howl from inside the cave, and a black figure burdened with killing intent sprang out.

It was a gigantic creature, like an owl. Disorderly feathers covered in blood stains and dust all over its body.

Its essence was highly volatile; one moment it was fiercely sharp like a sword, and the next, it went spiral downward, immediately wilting.

On its forehead, one could see a distinguishing, crescent-shaped symbol.

"Screech!!!"

The second shriek, and large amounts of black smoke started billowing towards the sky.

The morose bird zoomed at them, its vicious eyes locked onto Ye Hanjun.

"Ah, ah ah!!!"

Sensing the imminent danger, the Sand Sculpture flapped its wings frantically, flying away as fast as it could.

This was not its fight; even a slight touch was too risky. It could only run. Run for its life.

"Whoosh~~~"

Ye Hanjun lit up his black feathered mark, and Goose Immortal appeared instantly. Its eyes snapped open, and its wings swept forward like two large blades.

"Now who could this be? Oh, it’s this guy!"