The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 766 - 314: The Summit of the Mountain_3

"I acquired five fruits of physical strength, ensuring peak battle strength after reaching the top."

Ye Mo replied in a deep voice:

"However, Ye Aobai is a senior Young King. Currently, all his Contracted Spirit Fond Spirits are at the level of Great Completion of Heaven and Earth. Our setup of two Small Achievements and one Void Extraction is far inferior to his."

"Let’s go up and assess the situation first."

Ye Hanjun shook his head, "Whether he will become an obstacle is still unknown."

"Okay!"

Ye Mo’s aura was like a rainbow; the ’Demon Dog that Swallows Elephants’ beneath her seemed to have been injected with a stimulant, its running speed slightly increased.

"Phew!"

At least five hours of burst sprints, without any rest in between.

Huazhu was always flying on one side while refining the scales of the Storm Demon Snake, ensuring as much as possible that the Wind Element reserves in her body could cope with the impending dangers.

Finally, the magnificent ancient atmosphere came rushing to their faces. With the last heavy step of the Demon Dog that Swallows Elephants, the entire charging team leapt onto the cliff and truly stood on solid ground.

"Shua shua shua––"

Over ten ambiguous gazes swept over them. Ye Hanjun felt a thump in his heart and a momentary rigidity and numbness in his limbs, as if he had encountered a natural enemy.

"Damn it, he’s actually here; we will all be reduced to supporting roles!"

Ye Mo, who inhaled sharply, immediately took out a fruit of physical strength, popping it into the Demon Dog that Swallows Elephants’ mouth.

Suddenly, she threw one behind her, and because the falling point was so precise, Huazhu reached out and the fruit gently landed in her palm.

"Eat it."

"If a melee breaks out, I hope we’re on the same side, not enemies of each other."

Ye Mo did not look back; her whispered transmission was thunderous.

Ye Hanjun nodded gently, and Huazhu, without hesitation, consumed it like a whirlwind—the fist-sized fruit was instantly refined into the Wind Element, further filling her slightly depleted witch body.

"You all seem very afraid of me?"

The source of everyone’s wariness, a man in a black robe looked up, the completely hollow sockets of his eyes, with the color of destruction flowing like a torrential flood, stirred the air currents around him into utter chaos with a mere flicker.

Ye Hanjun stared deeply at the man, staying silent.

The rest were the same, each one scattered at the edge, unconsciously taking up defensive or fleeing postures.

"Relax, I’m just here to see if there’s a Supreme Demon Seed that’s suitable for me."

"If there is, it’s just right for me to prepare for the empty mark of the seventh rank, fulfilling my own wishes."

"If not, and the lineage of the Supreme is too high in quality for you to fight over,"

"I will do my best to suppress it, then take it back to my clan, where it will be nurtured and trained by the Saints of my clan. Perhaps one day, it may become the guardian spirit of my tribe..."

The calm and collected Ye Mochou, with a hoarse voice, spoke as if an evil ghost was talking.

As he spoke, even the fiercest of Contracted Spirit Fond Spirits must quiet down and patiently wait for him to finish.

"That is to say, if the inheritances here do not meet my brother’s needs, and we have the ability to fight over them,"

"will my brother merely observe from the sidelines, without getting involved?"

Three hundred meters away, there was a voice low as a mosquito’s, barely capable of being captured without careful listening.

Ye Hanjun looked in the direction of the voice. The speaker was named Ye Yunruo, a fairly famous Young King in recent times.

At the Tianjiang Mansion banquet, her status was second only to Ye Qiyu, with only senior Young Kings like Ye Buchun and Ye Lingwu able to compete with her.

"I stand by my word and do not like repeating myself," replied Ye Mochou indifferently.

Close by his side, no Contracted Spirit Fond Spirits were visible, only those opened Destructive Demon Eyes caused anyone present to feel a pricking at their backs, carrying the heavy burden as if shouldering a mountain, with an oppressive feeling in their hearts.

"Hahaha, since that’s the case, I’m going to give it my all!"

A rough man with bronze skin, scratching at his wild chest hair, suddenly laughed heartily:

"Entering the great tomb, there have been gains, but no truly coveted treasures yet!"

"If I can subdue the Supreme inheritance here, it could become my future fourth Contracted Spirit Fond Beast. I will not yield, the one with the bigger fist takes it!"

"Really?" Ye Aobai, who arrived a bit earlier, gently shook his paper fan, saying nonchalantly:

"If Brother Mo Chou does not join the competition, I will claim this opportunity."

"Hahaha, I don’t like verbal disputes; I prefer to speak with my muscles!"

With a wave of his fist, Ye Buchun forcefully pulled out a Blood Chain from his insides.

As the blood drops dripped, his expression unchanged as if he felt no pain, his whole body radiated a frenetic aura, thick enough to suffocate.

"Drip... drip... drip..."

Ye Yaya, who was closest, involuntarily retreated a few steps, widening the distance again.

He was somewhat pale and began to seriously consider whether it was necessary to continue after braving so many dangers to reach the peak.

The Young Kings... there were too many!

In the two years under Ye Nishang’s leadership, through numerous life and death struggles, there was plenty of proof that Ye Buchun, Ye Lingwu, and Ye Aobai, these three senior Young Kings, had exceptionally strong combat abilities. Each was capable of easily killing those at the level of Heaven and Earth Perfection on their own.

Other people... Ye Hanjun was here too.

This Young King had always been in the eye of the storm, and after disappearing for two years and reappearing, he survived the death cannon, and who knows how many cards he truly had up his sleeve.

"I’m opting out, not participating in the fight for it!"

After a whirlwind of thoughts, Ye Yaya took a deep breath and declared his stance decisively.

He wasn’t even a Young King. Reaching the peak was entirely due to taking calculated risks with his Ability.

"Quite self-aware, I admire you for that," said Ye Aobai with a carefree laugh, with an undisguised provocative look that swept over Ye Buchun and Ye Yunruo, lingering on Ye Hanjun’s face for a few more seconds.

"How about we warm up first; I’m feeling rather itchy."

"It’s evident that you are indeed very bored,"

Ye Hanjun rolled his eyes, unwilling to get involved. Suddenly, his finger pointed toward the center.

At that moment, several cracks spread across the summit’s plateau, and three circular altars, like wriggling towers, slowly rose from deep within the earth.