The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 714 - 297: The Great Ceremony_2

"Who is this highness, to emerge from the Inner City?"

"You ask me, but whom shall I ask?"

"We rely on our families and only live here temporarily as vassals, and even this spot was obtained by fighting tooth and nail. How many of the family’s insignificant branches can’t even enjoy such treatment?"

"In any case... whenever you see someone dressed in black, with a collar embroidered with gold thread, just bow without thinking!"

"Dare to wear this outfit in Without-Sun City, all bearers of the surname of Ye are true members of the clan; not one is to be trifhled with, all mighty figures we cannot afford to offend!"

Anxiety, reverence, uneasiness... Ye Hanjun could feel the emotional fluctuations of each person he passed by.

This had nothing to do with his strength.

The pedestrians, apart from a very few spirited youths who seemed to be the next generation of the affiliated families,

included many with formidable strength, each followed by Heaven and Earth Stage or Unlimited Foetus.

They couldn’t sense Ye Hanjun’s rank, couldn’t see his Contracted Spirit Fond Spirits, hence they could not gauge his strength.

It was merely because of his attire, the color of his hair, the color of his pupils—these external characteristics—that they were psychologically intimidated.

This—was the absolute privilege granted by the surname of Ye, as well as the absolute prestige established by the family for over one hundred and twenty thousand years.

Savoring this feeling of superiority after a long absence, Ye Hanjun made his way step by step toward the city center.

Just then, the city gate became tumultuous.

The Teleportation Array suddenly lit up, and a shadow shattered the void, rushing into the city at an extremely fast Speed.

It was actually a six-wheel war chariot, covered in rust, its wheels creaking and groaning as if they might fall apart at any moment.

The city’s guarding Spirit Wisdom, Sprint Mourning, let out a huge roar, instantly mustering a furious killing intent.

But when the chariot door opened, and a pair of pupils, redder than its own, looked at it lightly, Sprint Mourning stumbled backward as if hammered, nearly falling over.

"Which great power of the Ye Clan is that? Sprint Mourning is a Supreme Ferocious Beast, unaffected by its roaring might?"

"Heaven knows, let’s hurry to the city center, the farther from the city gate, the better!"

"I just caught a glimpse of that gaze, my blood nearly froze, terrifying. I’m going to have nightmares tonight!"

...

Order on the streets was gradually restored under the vigilant eyes of the patrolling guards and their Contracted Spirit Fond Spirits.

But no sooner had one wave settled than another arose.

The Teleportation Array lit up again, and this time a big fish flew up into the sky, deftly repelling Sprint Mourning with its tail and then dashing inside as a fleeting shadow.

"Roar!!"

Sprint Mourning roared hysterically, so angry it seemed to go mad.

Its lack of higher Spirit Wisdom did not mean it lacked temper.

To be stationed at the gate for so long and to encounter so many rule-breakers all at once—if it didn’t get angry, that would be the real shocker.

"Clatter clatter!!"

The iron chains at its feet made a crazy noise as Sprint Mourning struggled for a while, helplessly watching the big fish disappear.

The crowd on the street, having craned their necks to see, quietly lowered their heads and whispered among themselves:

"Could that be the legendary ’Mrs. Fish’?"

"I think so too, but the ancient texts say this Spirit Wisdom is not good at fighting, yet it was able to repel Sprint Mourning. Our judgment might be wrong..."

"No need for doubt, that’s definitely ’Mrs. Fish’."

An older man, seemingly an elder from an affiliated family, sighed and said:

"I was fortunate, having seen that person take action one thousand five hundred years ago."

"’Mrs. Fish’ is indeed more of an auxiliary type of Spirit Wisdom under ordinary conditions, not quite proficient in combat."

"But if she is pregnant, or has laid eggs, or is in the breastfeeding period, Mrs. Fish’s strength can be even more terrifying than that of aggressive Spirit Wisdom."

"Isn’t there a saying? A mother’s love is strong; this is absolutely true for ’Mrs. Fish’."

"Great-grandfather, what’s the name of that person? Did you ever hear her holy name?"

The young clan member asked quietly, and the elder looked at the patrolling guards on either side, then put his hands together and respectfully said:

"Mr. Ye, Ye Shu."

"She became a saint in this era, with an abundance of life; hence, she usually travels through the forbidden lands of Ghost Lamp Abyss, responsible for quelling the rampaging Demon Beasts."

"So impressive."

A little girl, not yet three years old, sitting in her father’s arms, said sweetly:

"Grandpa, I want to become a Saint too when I grow up!"

"I want to contract a Holy Saint Embryo even mightier than ’Mrs. Fish’ and then take the whole family flying in the sky!"

"Hahaha, then you’ll have to work hard for it."

The elder affectionately stroked the girl’s head, laughing without a word.

Becoming a saint was not so simple.

But this was a child’s dream, witnessing just how high the sky is and how vast the earth is when young, might not be a bad thing after all.

"Ao!!"

There was a [Explosive Scale Dog] at the Heaven and Earth Perfection stage, looking like a fish with a dog’s head.

Perhaps due to Mrs. Fish’s overwhelming presence, which suppressed it deeply on the bloodline level.

The restless and uncomfortable Explosive Scale Dog had scales flying off its body, not only injuring its master’s arm but also accidentally hurting a few onlookers.

"Clang!"

Ye Hanjun barely managed to dodge, a fish scale grazing his head and shaving off a thin layer of skin.

Upon hearing the sound of the hidden weapon hitting flesh, a [Mr. Big Leg Horse], just there to watch the excitement, never imagined it would become part of the spectacle.

It collapsed on the ground, its only leg twisted and unable to bear the weight of its body any longer.

"Ah! I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to!"

The owner of the Explosive Scale Dog, jumping down from the beast’s back in a panic, did not look towards the injured bystanders or the downed Mr. Big Leg Horse but instead turned towards Ye Hanjun with a face full of fear.