The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 985 - 387: Mu Yi Hanba_2

"I’ve been a Saint for nearly a thousand years, neither at the top nor the bottom, but maintaining a mid-level standard,"

"Yet in such an environment, I also can’t ignore everything completely. Yet he can accept it all very well, focusing on the appraisal, even if there are a bunch of Holy Saint Embryos surrounding him, he remains as calm as the gentle breeze and the soft clouds, with not the slightest bit of fear."

"This person... must have an extraordinary background!"

"But he hasn’t revealed any Ability, and the Guardian Saint Spirit beside him doesn’t possess any special characteristics, so we can’t confirm his identity with these details."

"Sister, what should we do? We were ordered by our great-grandfather to come here. If we can’t persuade the Corpse Dragon Queen to form a Contract with great-grandfather and return to the clan, we’re definitely going to be reprimanded..."

"Why the panic?"

Ling Yu glanced at him and casually said,

"The lineage of the Corpse Dragon Queen is indeed the best choice for great-grandfather, but it’s not the only choice."

"The one who should be anxious is Shu Jie, her clan is very likely not going to survive this epoch."

"Collaborating with us and returning to the East Sea not only ensures the continuity of her clan but also doesn’t miss out on the opportunity for further advancement."

"Unless someone has a higher offer than ours, she won’t waste such an opportunity."

"But..."

Ling Shi grabbed his hair, baring his teeth and grimacing,

"Compared to Mang Hao, we are already weakened, not having the upper hand!"

"With this grey unknown suddenly emerging, and with so many unknowns about him, if he can rival Mang Hao, our chances of success will be completely nullified!"

"Then let’s just wait and see how far he can get,"

Ling Yu curled his lips and watched the points of the grey figure exceed 5400 points, successfully pushing her down from the second ranking, her expression still indifferent, her true thoughts unknown to anyone.

"It’s over, with the almost certain addition of the four bizarre corpses, his score is approaching 20000!"

"This score might not be the only criterion, but the Corpse Dragon Queen values it, making grey a real thorn in the side!"

Ling Shi vigorously rubbed his forehead as if doing so could quell his restless mood.

Suddenly, the bustling crowd erupted with several exclamations.

The crowd parted, creating a passage leading inward from the outside.

"Mang Hao is here! It’s Prince Mang Hao!"

There came a handsome man dressed in golden robes, his head shining without a single hair, holding an oil lamp, carrying a coffin, walking calmly.

He glanced at the leaderboard, confirming grey’s score.

Then, he locked eyes with Ye Hanjun, his voice resonant and heart-stirring,

"I heard rumors of a remarkable person visiting, so Mang Hao has come to pay a visit."

"Since you are so adept in the Way of the Corpse, perhaps we could become good dao friends, exploring ancient tombs together, seeking ancient corpses, and ascending to the sacred position together."

"Oh?" Ye Hanjun stopped writing, his expression shifting slightly.

The gaze of this person possessed a penetrating force, as if combining Ability to scrutinize the state of his flesh and judging that he was not a Saint, still at the 8th Rank.

This ability alone was enough to discern the gap between the mediocre and the strong, a slight sharpness apparent and glaring.

"Corpse Oil Lamp, Corpse Sealing Coffin, both are rare and superior Beast Soldiers in the world."

"Holding the position of Corpse Ritual Master and having these two beasts as protection is indeed like a tiger with wings."

"Good eye!"

Mang Hao took the initiative to clasp his fist, lavishing praise without holding back,

"To recognize that the lamp in my hand and the coffin on my back are not Treasures, but living creatures, are quite few to me."

"What? That is the legendary Corpse Oil Lamp?"

A simple conversation exploded like a bomb among the crowd.

Shu Jie, Yishuo, Nie Qiubai, they took a deep breath, looking at Mang Hao with expressions as if seeing him anew, the corners of their eyes twitching slightly.

They had arrived at the Corpse Crypt long ago, and the number of times they had faced Mang Hao was no less than ten.

However, they had not discerned that the lamp and the coffin were not Magic Artifacts but his Contracted Spirit Fond Spirits.

"Corpse Oil Lamp, gathering the residual power of corpses and the brilliant shadow of corpse flames, has always been a magical beast that the Corpse Race both fears and desires..."

"Corpse Sealing Coffin, nurturing, protecting, and hiding corpses, entering the coffin can preserve the state at the time of death, not losing a bit of the corpse’s essence, the more it’s refined, the stronger it gets..."

A knowledgeable Scholar, unable to recognize the Beast Soldiers in person, nevertheless understood the information about the Beast Soldiers and murmured,

"These are excellent Fond Spirits that could ascend to become the Holy Saint Embryo, and after evolving into a Holy Spirit, the mighty Ability they display will tend toward Great Completion..."

"Together with the Blood Covenant Fond Spirit ’Nine Deaths Cicada’ already known, two soldiers and one insect, have indeed started to make waves..."

"If he also signs a Contract with the Corpse Dragon Queen and fills the vacancy of the departing spirit, the Corpse Dragon Queen will surely become the central figure in combat, with the Corpse Oil Lamp, Corpse Sealing Coffin, and Mang Hao’s Ability, all will become her strongest support..."

Hearing the overly extravagant praises from random passersby AB and CD, Mang Hao just gave a faint Laugh, nonchalantly shaking his head,

"I am just methodically exploring my Path of Controlling Spirits; don’t over-mythologize it, as that would make things difficult for me."

"Your Highness, you deserve all the praise!"

Behind Mang Hao, two elders followed, one with a scarred face, arrogant, and exceptionally cold.

The other was always with closed eyes, appearing detached from the world, very calm.

At that moment, the scarred elder spoke up, with his sharp gaze focused on Ye Hanjun, his mouth breaking into a smile, baring all his yellow teeth.

But he only started the conversation, and before he could finish, Mang Hao raised his palm and interrupted,

"Elder Yin, if you consider my interests, then please restrain your sharp edge."

"Our lineage of conducting corpse rituals is no longer as glorious as it was, let’s not attract more trouble for the clan."

"Since we’ve come to the Corpse Crypt, we are guests here, and guests must abide by the rules of being guests, overstepping our bounds is the biggest taboo."