The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 779 - 319: Holy Corpse - Chimera

"What do you know."

Goose Immortal flapped his wings, nonchalantly saying:

"This Immortal is just testing the waters."

"If I could pack up and carry away all the Holy Saint Veins from the altar, not to mention the Holy Nest, just by the Human Master raising a call to arms, I too could establish my own sect. How could such days not be comfortable?"

"Yi!" GuaGua made a face and continued to lecture:

"It’s clearly your passionate ’great cause,’ yet you insist on blaming it on Big Tadpole. Shame, shame, shame!"

"This Immortal is being prepared for unforeseen events."

Goose Immortal, holding up his large wings, pretended to embrace the sky, speaking passionately:

"One day, we will stand at the end of this world."

"By that time, mortals will view us as legends of the vast wilderness, and cultivators will see us as powerful sacred spirits. If there are trivial matters, surely we shouldn’t have to handle them ourselves, right?"

"Cultivating trusted followers or vassals, granting them resources for cultivation in exchange for their loyalty and respect... Such things can be prepared early on!"

Watching the big and small creatures bickering, Ye Hanjun almost laughed but chose not to comment.

The Immortal usually wasn’t this intense.

Probably it was because this batch of minions was of such high quality that it stirred his lofty ambitions.

Indeed, if one could subdue a bunch of Holy Saint Veins, especially those having the pure holy blood of their respective ancestral founders.

One or two as a base might not necessarily produce a Great Completion Holy Saint Embryo.

But out of twenty-six, surely a few must succeed, right?

"Speaking of which, where did the Nightmare Falcon go?"

Ye Hanjun vaguely remembered it was the Nightmare Falcon that suddenly crashed into them, triggering a series of changes. He couldn’t help but inquire.

"It fell with us but escaped on its own when we were close to the ground," Huazhu replied.

"So, there should be an exit here?"

Ye Hanjun pondered for a moment. Without acting rashly, he ordered Aegifura to summon the Spectacled Pig.

"Humph huff humph huff?"

The Spectacled Pig thought it was time to eat, pushing its snout forward with a face full of anticipation.

"Little Fatty, check if there are any flaws in the formation patterns here."

Ye Hanjun kicked the chubby pig’s butt lightly, barely moving the Spectacled Pig.

"Humph huff... humph huff..."

Realizing it had nothing to do with food, the Spectacled Pig gradually lost its smile.

"Get to work seriously! No slacking off!"

GuaGua scurried onto its head, acting like a tiny foreman, tugging at one of the pig’s ears, reading the tight binding spell to it.

"Humph! Humph humph!!"

The Spectacled Pig shuddered, its legs trembling. It hurriedly peered through its diamond-shaped sunglasses with big, fishy eyes staring ahead.

"Humph huff... humph huff..."

After staring for a very long time, its eyes dry and tearful, the cold-sweating Spectacled Pig was scared out of its wits.

"What’s wrong with it?" Ye Hanjun looked at GuaGua.

"It seems to be saying... this place is too dangerous, not a place it can probe into," GuaGua tilted his head, striving to play the translator.

Seemingly troubled, it transformed into the shape of a Spectacled Pig and also looked around using the same diamond-shaped sunglasses.

"Yi! All the formation patterns here are red and seem to be without any flaws!"

Ye Hanjun shrugged his shoulders, thoughtfully saying:

"After all, it’s a massive tomb built by the ancestor, with strict defensive measures, which makes sense."

"Great Immortal, your plan might have to be scrapped."

"If I’m not mistaken, outsiders cannot interfere with the altar here. Trying to steal the Holy Saint Veins from it, we are far from qualified."

"So you’re saying... despite having a treasure mountain, we can’t get what we want?"

Goose Immortal showed a look of frustration, sighing deeply:

"Damn, was the Ye Clan ancestor following a slow and steady survival strategy?"

"With a pile of treasures, but not giving them all at once to his descendants, instead setting up various tests for them to earn through strength."

"Thinking it over, this not only strengthens character but also prevents unworthy descendants from squandering the family wealth, thus leading to the decline of the family..."

"The ancestor indeed had great wisdom," Ye Hanjun agreed with Goose Immortal’s judgment.

The fact that the Ye Clan had been passed down for one hundred and twenty thousand years was the most convincing result, no need to elaborate.

"Let it be, let’s find the exit and leave this place," Goose Immortal sighed in disappointment, turning back as his regrets cleared away.

"Today’s missed opportunity is not this Immortal’s misfortune."

"Those not tied to my fate missed their chance of emergence, missed the chance to become majors of future nests and the glory that would have come with it; whose loss it truly is, is still an unknown," he mused.

"This logic is great, I applaud you for that," GuaGua clapped his hands twice, said cheerfully:

"Just think of it as their bad luck; they helped Big Tadpole share the misfortune!"

"All right, let’s go."

Ye Hanjun retrieved the Giant Shield Demon Image and then picked up GuaGua by the back of its neck, lifting it onto the pig’s back.

"Goodness, let’s go play somewhere else!"

GuaGua cheered, rubbing vigorously against the soft pig bristles, then bounced around, as if playing on a spring bed.

"My lord, aside from Absolute String awakening, it seems we haven’t gained any spiritual treasures," Fula remarked.

"Not really."

Ye Hanjun summoned the Fortune Bag, peeked inside, and said with a light smile:

"There’s considerably more energy in the bag now. After a bit more bad luck, we should be able to perform the second blessing."

"By that time, on top of what we’ve already built, your enhancements will be even more prominent, and our powers will still be steadily increasing."