The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 1: Mr. Han_1

"Cough! Cough!"

"Cough! Cough! Cough!"

Under the blue sky and white clouds, the breeze is gentle, and the sunlight is just right.

Ye Hanjun glanced at the handkerchief in his hand, a bright red stain was clearly visible.

He folded the bloody handkerchief as if nothing had happened, even with a bit of routine, and then stuffed it into the pocket of his chest.

"Mr. Han?"

At one side, a middle-aged man in a snakeskin coat opened his mouth.

Even though he tried to cover his shocked expression, the confusion still seeped out of his eyes:

"Mr. Han, could it be that you caught a cold from the rigorous travel?"

"Your face... why has it turned so pale? Shall I take you to the college's medical center first to have the professional medical staff and healing spirits treat you?"

"No need," Ye Hanjun shook his head:

"It's just a minor ailment. I'll be fine after a while."

"Mentor, please continue."

"Err... just call me Old Jia. I'm just a staff member of the admissions team, not a mentor."

The man whose full name is "Jia Pengpeng" scratched his head.

After triple-checking the young man in the black robe, whose voice exposed unhideable weakness and fatigue, his black pupils were still calm and gentle. Hesitant, he picks up where they had left off:

"Mr. Han, let's talk about 'Canghai Pavilion'."

"As the top institution of the Blue Frog Kingdom, one of the three kingdoms of the Giant Frog Marsh, the name 'Canghai' itself represents a kind of power, a kind of proof."

"Currently, the college has a registered total of 588 mentors providing a range of courses from mainstream spirit fostering, power growth, wilderness survival to beauty pageants, wild history, an encyclopedia of spiritual objects, an intensive anatomy lesson."

"Whether you want to be a combat Patron, or into research, lifestyle, exploration, performance, or a well-rounded Patron, Canghai Pavilion can provide you with a comprehensive growth plan without burying talent, allowing you to win from the starting line."

Jia Pengpeng's voice was deep and powerful, full of force.

It seems that if he lowers his voice further, he could make the roaring sound of a tiger descending from the mountain, startling the night thieves and dispersing the birds and beasts.

The aim of his hospitality, Ye Hanjun took a stroll on the high street.

The buildings of all sizes along the way were undoubtedly in view, but whether it was the luxurious palace-like super-luxurious battle house or the quaint exotic spirit shop, none could stir genuine ripples in his heart.

This place...

...It's too shabby!

Compared to the past lifestyle, the gap with all these is too great.

No wonder those arrogant and self-claimed remarkable clanspeople, regardless of whether they have the ability to pass the trials at the end, will gripe about the rule of "trials must be far away from the family residence, and must be located in remote corners".

This was quite reasonable.

Putting himself in their position, Ye Hanjun fully understood.

"Mr. Han, look here, this is the multi-functional training center that Canghai Pavilion has invested a lot of money in. It covers an area of 720,000 square meters."

"It can freely switch between forest, stream, mine, mountain peak, and other natural landscape structures, fully simulating the real wilderness ecosystem, making it perfectly suitable for new Patrons like you to enjoy exhilarating entry-level battles while ensuring absolute safety..."

"And here, this is the quality cultivation center for Fond Spirits—the Chick House!"

"As long as you become our official student, you can immediately enter it, you don't have to spend a penny, and choose a Fond Spirit cub to take home!"

"I can guarantee that you will not have to hunt for a Fond Spirit here! It's either captured by 'Hunters' with great effort, or raised by 'Breeders' from a young age. They are only available to new students or mentors in need!"

"The mainstream species of Fond Spirits in the Giant Frog Marsh are all available here. You're sure to find something much more reliable than the mixed bunch you'd find outside in the Fon Spirit stores!"

...

While introducing Canghai Pavilion, Jia Pengpeng was all excited.

As he went on and on, his flying spit frequently attracted the attention of passers-by.

"Did you see, that strange man just now!"

They brushed past three young people at a corner.

The one who spoke first was the man on the far right.

He and another man had their arms around each other's shoulders, they had similar facial features and were wearing similar clothes, very likely to be blood-related brothers.

"Could this guy just crawled out of the coffin? Why does he look more and more like a zombie that hasn't fed on fresh blood for half a month?"

"Haha, Xiao Li, your description is quite fitting!"

"But after looking him over, couldn't it be that he indulged too much and accidentally hurt his Yang energy?"

The sarcastic retort was accompanied by a sneaky laughter.

An obscured gaze then snaked around the crowd, and nonchalantly fell on the back of Ye Hanjun's head.

Without turning his head, Ye Hanjun knew that this gaze came from the young man who spoke first, referred to as "Xiao Li".

"Hey, you might be right, big brother!"

"Thinking back, although the guy's complexion was frighteningly pale and he seemed extremely weak and frail to me, like he would die if I punched him."

"But his facial features are distinct, and his eyes and hair are both black."

"Such a strong personal character, he is obviously not a native of the Giant Frog Marsh."

"Add to that his tall stature... Haha, there is no problem being a light and delicate, easily toppled handsome guy! Whether it's tender big sisters overflowing with pity for the young, or lively, obedient and pretty little sisters, they should all fall for this combo~~~"

The young man called Tian Li was excited beyond reason; the girl on the far left couldn't stand it any longer and rebuked him in a low voice:

"Hey, enough!"

"As a 'Sketcher', I can't complain about your love for observation."

"But aren't you guys too gossipy? You're so noisy, shut up for god's sake!"

"Alright, my societal sister Hong, we'll listen to you, we'll listen to you!"

...

The chat of three people, two males and one female, fell verbatim in Ye Hanjun's ear.

He still didn't turn his head, even though the gap between them had already exceeded one hundred meters.

In the crowd of people, it seemed that there were invisible eyes, noses, mouths, and ears... helping him observe, helping him listen, and then gathering this information together and synchronizing it into his mind.

"The passive ability of the 'Demon Servant' is certainly not this special."

"Is this the sensing amplification given to me by the second professional right, 'Instructor'?"

Ye Hanjun thought carefully, denying this judgment from the bottom of his heart.

After sleeping for four years, he just woke up.

He was thrown into the Blue Frog Kingdom to start the night trial before he had time to ask anything.

As for the current fragmented state of his body, there is only a general assessment, seriously lacking details.

He needs to stabilize as soon as possible, prioritize the Contracted Spirit Fond Spirits, and prioritize healing his injuries...

"Cough... Cough, cough, cough!!"

The whirlwind of thoughts continued to whirl.

In the real world, Ye Hanjun, who was leisurely following Jia Pengpeng on a tour of the academy, just lifted his right foot to take a step when his calm facial features suddenly twisted.

The more sensitive and clear his perception was a moment ago, the more painful it was when reflected on himself this moment.

"Cough! Cough, cough!"

"Cough, cough, cough! Cough, cough, cough, cough!!!"

Pain, starting from the heart, violently shocks every limb and bone.

The intensity was like a flood bursting a dam, unstoppable.

Ye Hanjun almost instantly softened his legs, his whole body curled up and violently trembling like a shrimp bending its back.

This was absurd...

This was the seal the family elder himself put on...

If it wasn't for this seal, the Blood Covenant ceremony would have exploded on the spot, and he wouldn't be alive now.

Even so, can that demon girl still interfere with reality and affect my body from the Contract Space?!

Ye Hanjun took a deep breath. By a stubbornness that was born with him, he forced himself to kneel instead of falling flat.

His left hand was pressed hard against his chest, and as the cold sweat dripped, countless bloodstains broke through the corners of his eyes.

If you look closely at this time, his ferocious face, and his silent and gloomy aura that had become terrifying could be enough to scare a child who wouldn't stop crying at night into silence.

"Lord Han ... You're not coming down with some plague, are you? You look terrifying..."

"I'm fine!"

Ye Hanjun's voice was almost squeezed out from between his teeth.

As he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, the strong taste of iron filled his mouth.

The heart that was thumping as if it was going to explode, as if doused in a bucket of cold water, gradually returned to normal along with his whole body.

"Four years time, it's not easy to come around, but it's just barely clinging onto life..."

"Just how unlucky do I have to be to have a displacement summoning on the supposedly foolproof Blood Pact ceremony and almost threw myself into oblivion?"

Ye Hanjun's face was even paler than before.

Even though the discomfort in his body hadn't eased, his fingers were still trembling.

He nonetheless took out a new white handkerchief from his shirt pocket on the other side of his chest, meticulously wiping the blood off his lips.

... What a joke!

This life is a second life picked up by an earnest but overworked office worker.

Even though, from the moment he was reborn as an infant, he knew that no matter how he lived this life, it seemed to be a great deal of profit.

But his starting point is now what millions of others cannot reach, the end.

He was born to please himself, why should he be trapped by outsiders?

He was born out of ordinary, why should he return to the ordinary, to choose a mundane life of boredom?

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