The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 45 - 44: Witch meets tadpole for the first time_1

Ye Hanjun left the Disabled Fond Spirits Assistance Centre.

Blind-Box Commerce and Cross Old Street were no longer concerns of his.

On a scale from 1 to 100, Huazhu currently only scored 60-70, barely passing.

However, once the issue of the Grey Flash was resolved, she would score at least a guaranteed 90, with a maximum score of 99, intentionally docked 1 point to prevent arrogance.

"*Pant, pant, pant*"

A sweat-drenched, panting iron-hoofed bull was running hard.

This, of course, was the vehicle he had taken from the relay station. When money was tight and there were no fondling spirits for riding, this was the only recourse.

"Moo!!"

The cow cart made a pit stop by a residential district.

Ye Hanjun pinched his thigh, clumsily disengaging the protective device, before wobbling out of the vehicle.

"What’s wrong with this guy? He looks completely drained..."

"Yikes! He’s pale as a sheet, he must’ve caught some terminal illness. Stay away from me!"

There came whispers and undisguised disgusted voices from the departing cart compartment.

Ye Hanjun paid no attention, only wanting to return to his room quickly to sleep.

——He had exceeded his limit today.

The few strikes that wrecked the Wheel of the Witch Vein seemed casual, as if they took no effort.

In truth, Ye Hanjun had to pour considerable mental energy into sensing the energy changes in Huazhu’s body, remaining vigilant every second.

He seized the opportunity in the middle of the process, striking as swift as lightning.

In the end, despite the pressure from Bingji and others, he forced the Contract Ceremony to commence.

Many factors considered, it was no exaggeration to say he had given his all in the process.

That Ye Hanjun was able to pretend to be composed until he left was three parts acting and seven parts willpower.

But now...

...he couldn’t last any longer!

"Bang!"

As the door opened, Ye Hanjun’s feet gave way, and he fell hard.

He bit his tongue, trying to keep himself awake. Once he could confirm the door was securely closed and the defense array activated, he could finally relax.

"Whoosh~~~"

As a flash of light twinkled, a yellow circular formation briefly appeared, and the Desert Witch reluctantly opened her eyes, instinctually on high alert, carefully examining her surroundings.

"Throw me onto the bed..."

"Never mind, I’m too dirty. I’ll lie on the floor."

"If I haven’t woken up by tomorrow evening, be sure to wake me up. Don’t forget..."

With barely a breath left, Ye Hanjun gave his last instruction, then slumped down and passed out completely.

"Master..."

Huazhu blinked, a flicker of bewilderment on her face.

He had been able to keep his cool even in front of the Watcher, Bingji.

What happened in a blink of an eye?

The frail form sprawled on the ground was nothing like the inscrutable figure that she remembered, not even close.

Hesitant, the Desert Witch glanced around her.

Wherever her gaze turned, everything was new to her. The furnishings, the decorations, everything caught her eye and she observed them for a long time.

*Inhale, exhale*

*Thump-thump-thump*

Bare feet on the floor, the Desert Witch’s sand-based legs contained one of her essential sensory organs, ’the narrow slit sensor’.

With this organ, any movement of sand or rolling pebbles within a thirty-meter radius would send invisible ripples.

Once these ripples reached her legs, even after a slight delay, she could instinctively mood, catch the unusual target’s position, and distance by calculating this time difference.

Similarly, strange vibrations or faint sounds would be conveyed to her legs, then to the brain that collected all the signals, which detected any danger.

At this moment, the villa was incredibly quiet, only occupied by Ye Hanjun’s and her own breaths and heartbeats. There was no warning from the Spirit perception.

However, following a slight sound Huazhu raised her eyebrow and cautiously approached a white door step by step.

"Click——"

The door was pushed open, and a jet of water shot out.

Huazhu, without thinking, dodged and her scorpion tail stiffened instantly at the back.

"Huh?"

The very next second, the erect scorpion tail lowered, and Huazhu stood with her mouth agape as she looked at what lay before her eyes.

"Thump-thump-thump-thump"

A flawless little tadpole was leaping around a water tank, reaching a striking five centimeters height.

Huazhu was dumbfounded. As another jet of water was fired, she raised her right pincer and dispersed it, unharmed.

"Yiye?"

Noticing the sudden appearance of the Desert Witch, the little tadpole stopped its game.

It cocked its oversized head, its eyes, the size of a grain of millet, innocent and free of fear, brimming with curiosity.

"What kind of creature is this?" Huazhu was confused.

From what she could sense, this little thing was no threat at all—if she encountered it in the wild, she wouldn’t even give it a second look.

However, only the tadpole which was playing leisurely in the bathroom at Master’s place was clearly different from the common little fishes and shrimps. Huazhu didn’t dare to overlook it.

"Yiye~~~"

The little tadpole’s half body soaked in water, with the upper part of its head raised, spitting water vertically three times.

When the three water jets lost their driving force and fell in reverse, with the edge of the water tank, it seemed as if there was a small rain above the head.

"Do you want to play with me?"

Huazhu stepped back, wanting to leave.

Since danger was ruled out, the best choice before the adults woke up was not to touch anything and not to move.

But the little tadpole didn’t want her to go and suddenly jumped twice, spitting water in different ways to attract her attention.

"Forget it, I can’t handle more troubles..."

Huazhu was only hesitant for a moment. She decided to stop all self-decisions without thinking.

She closed the bathroom door again and returned to Ye Hanjun’s side, remaining vigilant and examining the adults in detail. The contour of the face, skin color, hair texture, figure...Every detail must be imprinted in her heart.

This was the master she had sworn to follow to the death.

Now what she needed to do was slowly get familiar with him. She didn’t want to let him down, nor did she want to lose herself again.

...

"Um, I’m so tired, almost played too hard..."

The next day, just after midday, Ye Hanjun woke up gradually.

The fatigue in his pupils eased a bit, but his overall facial expression still looked like a patient who had been sick for a long time, truly weak and listless.

"My Lord, you are awake."

A not so pure but soft witch language rang out.

Ye Hanjun supported his forehead and looked sideways. His sleepy eyes suddenly brightened.

"Oh, did you use sand to clean your body?"

The Desert Witch·Candle, covered with blood stains in his memory, was refreshed and the changes in her appearance were very obvious.

She was still one meter tall, thin and short, like a malnourished little human girl.

But her exposed skin no longer had obvious blood stains. Even though scars were inevitable, she was indeed generally cleaner.

Of course, a more intuitive reference might be a full set of Witch Clan attire.

A black wizard hat on her head, a black and white gradient dress on her body, sky-blue striped satin wrapped around her arms...

These inborn clothes were originally ragged and not only covered with dirt and bloodstains, but also exuded a nauseating stench.

But now it was completely different, as if it was washed, the color became brighter, and the ragged places were repaired.

At first glance, although she was not as gorgeous as a normal Desert Witch, she was at least acceptable.

But at least Ye Hanjun was no longer resistant. He was willing to observe more carefully from head to toe.

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[Race Name]:Desert Witch.

[Chaos Seal]: ’Witch’

[Main Study]: Magic Path/Technique Path/Magic Way

[Rank]: Mud-cast fetus·Great Completion

[Chaos Spirit Pattern]: 10 pattern ’Clamp’, 15 pattern ’Tail Sting’, 12 pattern ’Raising Sand’, 20 pattern ’Gathering Sand into Shield’

[Core Personality]: ’Indomitable’

[Current Situation]: Dirty Bone Spirit/Life Cut Off (Countdown)/Injured (Moderate)/Hungry (Mild)/Appreciative (Deep)/Reverent (Deep)/...

[Contractual Relationship]: Stable

"Not bad, the surface injuries are almost healed, only the penetrating wound on the chest is left..."

"The deep tissues and organ injuries, don’t worry about them. It just looks serious and is actually in a special balance. Nothing can be done..."

Ye Hanjun was gradually getting used to his active ability ’Talent Identification’, not deliberately abusing it, but to verify his speculation and reduce the possibility of misjudgment.

"While I was unconscious, you should have explored your own skills, right?"

"I predict that your current state is similar to before your first eruption. There will be no strange energy piles in your body, no pain, no risk of losing control and running amok. Return to the stage of ’although weak, but skilled’. Is this correct?"

"What the Lord said is extremely true."

Huazhu showed respect in her eyes. Her dark yellow snake’s eyes were clearer than yesterday and had a bit more spirit.

"I was unable to discharge my skills when I was bound by the energy-sucking iron chains in the cage and in a weak state."

"However, if those chains are not there, my physical state will become extremely unstable."

"Either delay in casting a spell or interrupt the casting."

"Sometimes it’s hard to release it, and the strength of the skills aren’t under my control."

"Even the covered area and the direction mustn’t be controlled. My whole body broke away from me as if I was in a different body."

"Well, it doesn’t matter if the skills are weak in the short term. Precision is more important."

"As long as you can precisely control your skills, with wisdom and tactics, we can take advantage of countless opportunities in actual combat."

Ye Hanjun held his chin and contemplated:

"In at most a week, when your chest wound begins to heal, your situation may reach 90% of your past capabilities."

"But Lord..."

Huazhu hesitated, saying:

"My skills are not only weak..."

"I know," Ye Hanjun did not mind at all, "I have one power that can see the skills you master."

"The sand magic you master only has ’Raising Sand’ and ’Gathering Sand into Shield’."

"But both are not offensive and do not have extra attack power. Are you worried about this problem?"