The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 743 - 307: Young King’s Palace

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Watching the metal slimes move like ants relocating, carrying their entire nest gradually away into the distance.

Ye Hanjun came out of the shadows, flickered a few times, and stood still in front of the Demon’s minced flesh.

"GuaGua, breathe fire."

"GuaGua, roar!"

Although he didn’t know what the giant tadpole was planning, GuaGua immediately transformed into a Fire Attribute Demon Dragon, and started burning the rotting flesh on the ground.

A miraculous scene unfolded, the flesh merged indistinguishably with rocks, dirt, and dust. It slowly wriggled and eventually formed into a heart the size of a fist.

"Swoosh!"

The Contract Imprints flickered, and Ye Hanjun threw the heart to Goose Immortal.

Goose Immortal caught it in one bite, its pupils dilated, clueless.

"The Demon tribe, although consumed by desire and devoid of rationality as Evil beasts..."

"Their bloodline has its merits, and this one is hermaphroditic."

"Refine the life energy within it well, it will aid your development and growth."

"I see, then I shall be unceremonious," said Immortal.

Goose Immortal didn’t hesitate, stretched its neck, and swallowed it in one gulp.

"Ugh, this is awful, much worse than a dragon crystal."

"But, the life energy is indeed abundant, no need for meticulous refinement, the organs can slowly absorb it..."

Ye Hanjun retracted Goose Immortal, and smiled faintly.

Although the metal slimes were a rare variant among the slime tribe and uncommon,

among the higher ranks of the Dwarf tribe, they were excellent partners.

Smashed by groups of metal slimes, they often removed impurities from ores, achieving an extraordinary purification effect.

The same went for crushed prey; what remained was essence, and Goose Immortal, not being picky, naturally absorbed it suitably.

"Let’s continue exploring."

Ye Hanjun waved his hand and, after a brief rest, pushed forward with resolve.

The gap between him and the three Young Emperors still hadn’t narrowed, especially Ye Nishang, who was born at the peak of the 6th Rank, climbing to her pace meant crossing numerous mountains.

"Tap... Tap... Tap..."

Surrounded by steep rock walls, from time to time, sharp stalactites fell, crashing to the ground with a faint crisp sound.

Ye Hanjun maintained the Dominant State of Aegifura, the Demon Wings swiftly and then slowly flapped.

He could feel countless Bat-winged Dragons lurking in the shadows.

These were very troublesome communal creatures, if one got startled, all would collectively go berserk.

Fortunately, Ye Hanjun was cautious enough, very carefully staying in the shadows as he moved forward.

When necessary, he would activate "Layered Illusion," using false doppelgängers to trick the predators, in turn, allowing his true body to escape.

"Big brother, will you play with me, please?"

In the middle of the silent exploration, a chilly voice suddenly echoed next to his ear. Ye Hanjun didn’t think twice before he fled in panic.

Behind him, unbeknownst to when, a patch of mist had drifted over.

There was a little girl about eight or nine years old, sitting on a wooden plank, her soft little hands gripping two ropes dangling from above.

She was too cute, with her fair, melon-seed face, and lovely big eyes, and dressed in a pink puffy dress decorated with bows, irresistibly endearing, making one yearn to hold her close.

But what place was this? This was the Tomb of Asura!

The surroundings were dreadfully dark, the atmosphere suffocating.

A naive and cheerful little girl, swinging carefree on a swing in midair, wasn’t this scene chilling enough to raise goosebumps all over?

The phrase "Swing Doll" filled Ye Hanjun’s mind. He summoned Huazhu once again and rode the Wild Wind, desperately fleeing for his life.

"Big brother, don’t you want to play with me?"

The little girl gradually stopped swinging, her budding delicate face suddenly teary like pear flowers bathed in rain.

She didn’t continue to chase, but her crying instantly bridged the distance of over ten thousand meters.

Huazhu and Ye Hanjun both groaned, especially Huazhu, who staggered in form, and amidst the chaotic hurricane, nearly fell from mid-air.

"Little Black Hat, don’t be scared, I’m coming to save you!"

GuaGua, poking its head out from the pocket, timely employed "Super Purification."

The wildly spinning Huazhu barely stabilized its flight posture, grabbing onto Ye Hanjun’s shoulder and dragging him forward swiftly.

Only when they could no longer sense the chilly and sinister life force of the little girl did they slow down, finding a concealed rock crevice and bumping into it.

"Puff!"

Huazhu spat out a mouthful of blood, its pale face filled with dread.

Ye Hanjun was no better; he governed the bloodline of Aegifura, and even his soul was tumultuously thrown into chaos. Huazhu, not being instantly killed, was thanks to its tenaciously forged will in life-and-death situations, playing a crucial role unwittingly.

"That was terrifying..."

Huazhu spat another mouthful of blood, feeling a buzzing in its ears, unable to hear clearly, only the tinkling cries entrenched within the mind, impossible to forget.

"GuaGua, keep purifying, don’t stop!"

Ye Hanjun took a deep breath, solemnly reminded,

"The Swing Doll we just encountered is at least of Immeasurable Small Achievement, Huazhu’s physique is fragile, and it’s still not out of danger!"

"Gua!"

GuaGua nodded, its usual playful spirit gone, its eyes filled only with worry and sorrow.

"Little Black Hat, don’t be scared, I’ll definitely heal you!"

Brilliant white Holy Light burst forth, resembling the celestial Stellar Phoenix above and the Frost Dragon below.