The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 574 - 250: The Surname of the Night, Cannot be Insulted _3

Ye Qi rubbed his beard, chuckling happily.

"Uncle, it’s the ’Black Knight’."

Ye Donghai tried to make his voice steadier.

"Too bad, it’s not an active awakening."

"If it were, your potential could have been even greater."

Ye Qi shook his head, "With such aptitude, the probability of passing the trials is about 30 percent."

"Keep going, don’t disgrace the surname of Ye."

"Yes!"

Ye Donghai nodded vigorously and took a step back.

"The second one, girl, you go next."

Upon Ye Qi’s glance, Ye Youxing obediently stepped forward and positioned herself in front of the crystal ball.

"Ye Youxing... Above average... Above average... Excellent..."

"I seem to remember you, the thirteenth generation descendant of the Young Dragon, weren’t you?"

"Uncie, it’s the fourteenth generation!"

Ye Youxing smiled sweetly, not flinching at all as a cut suddenly formed on her wrist.

A droplet of blood dropped, surged into the crystal ball, and quickly solidified into the shape of a wand.

"A B-level... ’Dark Element’ Warlock huh?"

"Hmm... and an active awakening one, with an additional Contracted Spirit Fond."

"No wonder the examiner rated it as ’above average’ at least."

"Hehe, just a little strength and a little luck~"

Ye Youxing beamed, seemingly taking great pride in the words of praise from Ye Qi.

"The surname Ye must not be tarnished. If there’s a betraying inclination or action towards the clan, do you know the consequences?"

"I understand!"

The previously cheerful Ye Youxing suddenly knelt on the ground.

Her shoulders were shaking as if under a tremendous weight.

Although it was only for an instant, fear pervaded her soul, turning her lips white in an instant.

"Get up."

Ye Qi waved his hand dismissively.

His gaze slowly shifted, eventually landing on Ye Hanjun.

The faces previously genial or imposing all faded away.

Ye Qi looked at Ye Hanjun expressionlessly, silent for a long time.

"I remember you..."

"If it weren’t for you, I’d still be sleeping in my tomb, it’s not even time for me to appear..."

Ye Hanjun lowered his head, silent.

Ye Qi sighed. The last floating scroll gap slowly opened.

"Ye Hanjun..."

"Perfect... Perfect... Perfect..."

"Huh?"

Ye Qi perked his ears up, a spark of light flashing in his swirling black pupils.

The nine examiners, all half-kneeling, all but Ye Ji, Shi Shou, and Xu Yan showed a shocked expression.

Ye Donghai and Ye Youxing turned their heads in shock, staring at the man beside them, their mouths suddenly dry.

"How can that be!"

"Three perfect evaluations? Full marks?"

An exclamation echoed in Ye Youxing’s spiritual world.

She dared not question Ye Qi’s authority, but an attitude of disbelief swelled in her head.

"What, you’re questioning the authority of the trial?"

A thread of sheer black despair enveloped Ye Youxing.

Ye Youxing grunted, once again kneeling on the ground, her neatly tied hair all spread out.

"Let me take a closer look."

"Hmm... First she’s extraordinarily enlightened, then she’s a monarch? This is a bit interesting."

Ye Qi fiddled with the scroll that flew into his hands, mused to himself for a moment, then looked up again:

"It’s a shame, you are a unique gem, destined to hold the glory of the ’Innate Prince’, and then become the ’Son of Shura’ of the Ye Clan."

"I still cannot understand why you have given up this opportunity...wasting it!"

"Uncle!"

Ye Hanjun softly said:

"She’s my kin. From my perspective, shouldn’t I have saved her?"

"Heh."

Ye Qi revealed a touch of mockery, and the surrounding candles suddenly extinguished.

In such darkness, even Ye Hanjun had become blind, and could only hear a faint voice ringing in his ear:

"She merely lacks innate abilities, with the potential inability to awaken her abilities."

"Even if she is a mortal for her whole life, she still carries the bloodline of the Ye clan."

"Once you become the Innate Prince, or even the Son of Shura, who would dare to harm a hair on her head?"

"Elder uncle, this is my own choice."

"What’s been done is done. The established fact is in front of me, and there’s no opportunity to turn back."

Ye Hanjun, neither humble nor arrogant, continued to maintain his bowing posture, responding to the elder’s voice in the darkness.

"Indeed, this matter is settled."

"You’ve actively awakened dual abilities, dispelling the last illusions of some people."

"In comparison, misaligned summoning is no longer important."

"But... child, from the perspective of the family, do you realize your choice...will ignite the anger of many?"

"You surviving, you continuing to participate in the trials, has almost exhausted all the connections you’ve built up before."

"From now on... you’ll have to deal with things your own way."

"Whether you have no regrets or full of regrets, whether you move forward firmly or climb painfully, no one will care about you. Even your father has lost trust in you, let alone others."

The suffocating darkness, rapidly receded.

The candles relit, flickering, their light somewhat harsh to the eyes.

Ye Hanjun remained silent, seemingly oblivious to the panic of the others around him.

He stared at the crystal ball in front of him, silently cut his finger with his fingernail, and squeezed out a drop of blood.

"Plop!"

The drop of blood splashed onto the glowing orb. The previously tranquil crystal ball started to tremble.

At first, a crack appeared, then the scene was divided.

On the left, an image of a writhing demon appeared, with a black ring around its neck.

On the right, an image of a grey stone door appeared, too hazy to see clearly.

"A-level... Demon Ruler..."

"B-level... Protector?"

Ye Qi examined the ancient demonic text, then closed his eyes.

"One is one of the most orthodox heirlooms of our clan, with the potential to reach the ultimate."

"The other’s origin is unclear and unheard of before, but its first awakening showed an E level, and now it has jumped to a B level... Its evolution is too exaggerated and it may possess potential beyond expectation."

"Pity... dual abilities have no future."

"Contracting more Belle Spirits than your peers, having more abundant abilities than your peers... Enjoy your life now, it may just be what you want."

Ye Qi’s voice, full of vicissitudes, was devoid of all emotion.

He waved his hand, and in front of him, as if parting the clouds to reveal the fog, a pitch-black mountain appeared.

Atop the mountain, there were corpses everywhere, fresh traces of blood not yet dried.

Tombstones peppered the place, standing like swords, some sharp, some cold, some eerily silent, some incredibly majestic.

At the peak of the mountain, there was only one gravestone.

Carved onto it was "Ye Shura", as if etched into the flesh of a creature, with black demon blood constantly flowing down the stone, turning into a black waterfall of blood pouring from the sky.

Ye Hanjun, Ye Donghai, Ye Youxing, all kneeled on the ground, kowtowing heavily.

In a daze, the Corpse Mountain moved slowly, and three new tombstones seem to have been erected at the foot of the mountain.

"Your names have been entered into the clan register."

"From now on, you may mention your real name to anyone."

"But, remember my words, the surname of Ye... must not be disgraced!"