The Ascension of the Favorite Spirit

"A grand hunt? Hunter?"

Ye Hanjun's face was full of trouble.

What is this all about? Which tribe member said that?

Eighty years have passed, and another major change has occurred in the outside world? Don't you even want to let him go, a young, weak, sick person?

"The importance of this matter is at the top of the list."

"The Underworld Lantern is so big that nothing can compare with it."

"Don't get to the bottom of it. Even I don't understand everything. Do what you should do. When the time comes, you will know it in your heart."

The Blood Witch Goddess glanced at the cross blue sword behind Lord Ye Han, and her face under the mist seemed to be careless.

She gently clasped her hands, crisp applause sounded, and two rainbow lights came from far to near, arriving in an instant.

"Meet the great witch!"

Two humanoid girls wearing sky blue slit skirts and robes fell to the ground with absolute respect on their faces.

Their appearance is unobstructed, their features are delicate, and they are full of youthful vitality.

But their limbs are not flesh and blood, but composed entirely of water.

The blue water arms and legs are soft and boneless, clear and transparent, and will ripple with the frequency of breathing.

Seeing them, Ye Hanjun felt as if he was in a bamboo forest after the rain, with a cup of tea on the table and the sound of a flute beside his ears, the fragrance overflowing.

"Take him to the Blood Medicine Hall to bathe, wash, meditate, and maintain his health."

"From now on, you will be his maids and take good care of his daily life without making any mistakes."

The blood witch goddess, Wu Xuelu, commanded calmly.

"Follow the orders of the Great Witch!"

Two strange witches whose race name is "Qingquan Witch" responded respectfully.

Then, they stood up, crossed their arms in front of their chests, made a special salute, bowed their heads and said shyly:

"The Emperor of the Night Clan is taking the liberty."

"Crash-"

The water was surging, crystal clear, and a big wave hit.

Strong as an immortal goose and as light as a flower candle, they were all swept up by the water waves and rushed in one direction at an extremely fast speed.

As the true master, Lord Ye Han was of course not immune. He did not resist and was forced to accept.

After a while, the water splashed down and the waves became gentle.

Ye Hanjun found himself in a temple with a different style, with countless exotic flowers and fruits planted inside.

Piranha, ancient vine, firewood, incense tree, golden earth lotus...

Every flower, every grass, every tree, every leaf, is all different shades of red, all mutated, and the direction of mutation is related to blood, without exception.

Amidst the tangy sweet and fishy smell, a square medicine pool sat in the center in an unexpected way.

The liquid inside was as thick as plasma, as crystal clear as jewels, with flying clouds and strange lights. It had a thrilling beauty that made me reluctant to move my eyes for a long time.

"I seem to have issued an order not to disturb you during the medicinal bath."

"Has even a moment of peace now become a luxury?"

In the medicine pool, blood rippled, and a snow-white lotus arm stretched out.

Through the steaming blood mist, a naked witch loomed.

Her back was turned to Mr. Ye Han, and her wet crimson waves were draped over her shoulders, which was full of charm and sexiness.

His green-white fingers held a palm-sized blood lotus and wiped it inch by inch along the snow-white skin. Every movement interpreted elegance.

"Under the blood jasper, we are under the order of the great witch, please don't blame us."

To the left and right, Witch Qingquan, who was about to help Mr. Ye Han enter the medicine pool, was stunned for a moment and then frightened. Then she half-knelt on the ground, one covering up her panic, the other trying to stay calm, and explained in unison.

"oh?"

Another slightly lazy tone sounded, and not far away, a blood witch goddess sank to the bottom of the blood pool, slowly rising to the surface.

The dazzling white light flashed away, and in a startling glance, Ye Hanjun met a pair of red eyes.

In these eyes, he saw 30% scrutiny and 70% curiosity.

"Are you the Young Emperor of the Ye clan who was sent to our clan?"

Wu Xueyu's beautiful eyes flashed, and her slender fingers wandered on the naked skin.

So, the disappeared blood-colored witch dress, like a queen's dress, was put on her body again.

"Huh?"

In a flash of blood, Wu Xuebi, who was also neatly dressed, flashed to Lord Yehan's right side.

She wandered around the candle, her scarlet gaze like a searchlight, trying to see through her inside and out.

"You absorbed the power of the ancestral witch? You actually became a descendant of the blood witch?"

"Your Mightiness."

Hua Zhu raised her face, neither humble nor arrogant:

"I'm new here, and I wanted to ask you, what are blood witch dependents?"

"The blood witch dependents are the descendants of the witch ancestor."

Wu Xuebi leaned close to Hua Zhu's long golden hair and greedily smelled her scent:

"Since you are a contracted subordinate of the Ye clan, you should know."

"Our blood witch clan is innately holy, and pure-blooded clan members are very rare."

"We will absorb the weak Witch Clan and the foreign races with similar attributes to act as vassals."

"Among these guys, only a handful of people with high-quality bloodline can become the inheritors recognized by the witch ancestors with a little bit of luck."

"Once they have such a mark, they are not servants, but 'distant relatives'."

"In addition to enjoying the baptism of our clan on a regular basis, the growth benefits of improving your rank will be beneficial."

"In the future, if the direction of natural evolution is missing, you can try to evolve to the incomplete Blood Witch Goddess."

"Not completely?" Hua Zhu looked sideways, doubtful.

"At the same level, they will be a little weaker than us pure-blooded ones."

Wu Xuebi smiled sweetly: "But it's only relative."

"Compared to other holy children, you are the legacy of the gods, and your mysterious magic reaches the sky, so you are naturally invincible."

"In other words, my future has another direction?"

If Hua Zhu realized something, she thought about it for a few seconds and then nodded in thanks.

Wu Xuebi smiled indifferently, and with a slight flash, her graceful figure fell in front of Lord Ye Han.

She was so close that Ye Hanjun could smell her scent.

Not sweet enough, nor fishy enough.

Like a savage beast ready to move, a mountain of blood is sealed in a human-sized body, and every move has a condescending look.

"So young."

"Your clan is quite attractive..."

A strange sound came from Wu Xuebi's throat.

Through the hazy mist, Ye Hanjun could vaguely see that she was "affectionate" and full of longing.

"Eh...what a pity."

"In your current state, if I bite you, you won't be able to survive..."

Wu Xuebi, who hesitated for a while, slowly opened a few meters away from Lord Ye Han with a regretful tone.

She regards Lord Yehan as a taboo, he is so close yet so far away.

"It's boring. I haven't tasted the blood of Emperor Ye's Emperor since I grew up."

"But... you have already entered the Silver Coffin of the Witch Ancestor, but you are still in such a miserable state. The predicament you have encountered is really miserable..."

Wu Xuebi clicked her tongue in surprise.

Obviously, she knew nothing about Ye Hanjun's experience.

"It's easier said than done to create a miracle."

Wu Xueyu, who seemed to know some information, looked at Lord Yehan's side face steadily:

"If his path cannot divide the era and create legends, he will inevitably die."

"Sister Yu!"

Wu Xuebi was not happy:

"I hate guessing riddles the most. Why, am I not qualified to know his true experience?"

"To the outside world, he is now a dead person."

"Even among the Ye clan, it is said that there are very few people who know for sure that he is still alive."

Wu Xueyu shook his head and muttered:

"The Young Emperor of the Ye clan, Lord Ye Han."

"Don't worry, you can rest here. Your sister, disciples, disciples, and friends are all staying in the blood witch ancestral land. They enjoy absolutely abundant resources and are steadily improving their strength."

"You can't see them for the time being. If I'm not mistaken, you just need to recover from your injuries and recover as quickly as possible..."

"Okay, professional matters must be explained by professional spirits."

An extremely gentle voice interrupted the conversation, and a figure slowly walked in from the direction of the main entrance of the temple.

He was wearing a well-tailored black dress, a cool black cloak on his back, and shiny leather boots on his feet. If it weren't for his sickly skin coated with moon frost and his height of more than three meters, it would be difficult to distinguish him from humans. .

"Bertnar, what are you doing here?"

Wu Xuebi and Wu Xueyu - their faces darkened at the same time.

Especially the former, the big red wave surged violently, and blood spears floated above her head.

Feeling the sharpness of the tip at close range, Ye Hanjun had no doubt that this holy and accomplished blood witch goddess really wanted to fight regardless.

"Xiao Xuebi, do you miss me so much?"

Vampire Prince Bertnar, as if he didn't see the blood spear, took each step calmly.

Wu Xuebi sneered again and again. In an instant, dozens of blood guns burst out, and the vast blood mist disappeared.

"Tear!!"

How fast the blood spear stabs, how leisurely Bertnar's movements are.

He waved his robe, and the blood gun's trajectory changed from horizontal to vertical, all of which were inserted upside down into the blood pool and shattered into blood waves of energy material.

"Hey, hey, he will be very distressed if he is so obsessed with me."

Bertnar took long strides and suddenly rushed in front of Wu Xuebi and gave her a big hug.

"roll!"

Wu Xuebi was furious, and his nails extended crazily, turning into ten bloody swords in the blink of an eye, slashing at Bertnar's neck viciously.

"Little Xuebi, if you practice for another thousand or two thousand years, I'm afraid you won't be able to hurt a hair on my head, so why bother."

Bertnar shrugged, jumped sideways, and perfectly avoided all attacks.

With a perfect smile and charming glazed eyes, he glanced at Wu Xuelu next to him:

"Xue Yu, you can't be as ignorant as Xue Bi, right?"

"suck--"

Wu Xueyu took a deep breath, and his skin, which was as red as blood, slowly returned to white.

The violent momentum suddenly dropped, but the hoarse voice she pressed in her throat was filled with disgust:

"I really want to kill you..."

"How dare you blaspheme the Gods and insult Sister Lan..."

"If it weren't for the Night Clan's efforts to protect you, even if you were crushed to ashes, it would be hard to relieve the hatred in my heart..."

"Why."

Bertnar sighed:

"Xue Lan and I are obviously in love, why do you want to stop us?"

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

Wu Xuebi said with hatred:

"The ancestor Wu has just died. You come to our clan as a visitor and you dare to do such a thing."

"In a few thousand years, if the blood witch clan declines, will you dare to kidnap us all and expand your harem candidates?"

"Brother doesn't want to reason with a shrew."

Bertnar snapped his fingers, and a blood-red seal was attached to Wu Xuebi's mouth.

Regardless of her huffing and puffing, Bertnar calmly said calmly:

"To be honest, Xue Lan and I have known each other since the last era."

"She saved my life, and I saved hers. The relationship between us is far more complicated than you think."

"Ancestor Wu had an order before his death..."

Wu Xueyu said word by word:

"The blood witch clan is inherited through blood. They can only reproduce alone and cannot combine with any foreign clan."

"Even if you are also in charge of the path of blood and are the Holy Spirit, the king on this path, you should not break our rules..."

"It's a small problem, nothing to worry about."

Bertnar waved.

Before the two goddesses could reveal their murderous intent, he pinched out two blood roses, pinned one on the left and one on the right in the hair of the two wizards, and said with a strange look on his face:

"Hasn't Xue Lan told you yet? She is pregnant."

"I have proven through practice that the king of the vampire clan can achieve a 'bloodline merger' with a pure-blooded descendant of the blood witch clan."

"Wu Xuelu should still be in charge of the clan leader now, right? This woman is real, hasn't she been identified? The child in Xuelan's body has not been born yet, and the concentration of divine blood is comparable to that of the Holy Saint Xu Yin."

"Once born, she is likely to be the blood witch goddess with the highest blood concentration in tens of thousands of years."

"How am I causing trouble? I've obviously made great achievements!"

"This child will be the hope of the blood witch clan. If one day he grows to the level of the blood witch god... Hahaha, I am the father of the god. If anyone dares to look at me, I will let my daughter shoot him to death!"

The handsome Bertnar is still as handsome as ever when he puts on a cheeky posture.

Lord Ye Han, Wu Xuebi, and Wu Xueyu were all stunned.

Especially for the last two, the anger subsided and the shock grew, clearly expressed in every body movement.

"This is impossible...how can a vampire and a blood witch...be combined?"

Her cognition was subverted, and Wu Xuebi felt that the world was spinning and the world was no longer real.

She fell into a state of unconsciousness and numbness, staggered out of the Blood Medicine Palace, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"As a foreigner, you can have unimpeded access to the ancestral land. You can even enter here at will. Is this the reason?"

Wu Xueyu, who was still able to maintain his composure, stared into Bertnar's charming eyes and slowly asked questions.

"Yeah!"

"This is my mother-in-law's home. Of course I can come and leave whenever I want."

Bertnar patted Wu Xueyu on the shoulder, carelessly.

"I will find Sister Lan and Sister Lu to confirm in detail."

Wu Xueyu stared deeply, then rode away on a summoned blood tiger.

"Huh...women are trouble, no matter where they are!"

Bertnar wiped the unnecessary cold sweat on his forehead, and suddenly waved his hand to dismiss the two Qingquan witches:

"Okay, you get out of here first."

"Remember, a blood curse has been planted in your body. If you reveal any secrets, Wu Xuelu will definitely kill you."

"Don't dare..."

The Qingquan Witch, who was trembling all over, cautiously resigned.

Bertnar nodded with satisfaction, then turned around and formally faced Lord Ye Han.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you're so weak."

"Is this still my Ye family's good son? Bingyangzi is not so miserable."

Ye Hanjun twitched the corner of his mouth, calmed down, and asked calmly:

"Senior, coming here shouldn't just be for a visit, right?"

"Unfortunately, it's only for visits."

Bertnar threw a ring and said casually:

"There are all kinds of great medicines in here, and they are at least nine thousand years old. They all belong to you."

"Brother, it doesn't matter whether you have survived the catastrophe or not. This is your calamity. I can't help you and I won't give you blind advice."

"But you are important now, vital."

"You know what you brought out from the tomb, so don't just talk about it."

"Hurry up and heal your wounds, the hunting is about to begin."

"If this battle is successful, I will go down in history. You can't let it go, let alone hold you back."

…

Leaving behind a ring and a few words, Bertnar left gracefully.

In the Blood Medicine Palace, most of Ye Hanjun's body was soaked in the blood pool. The hot blood burned his skin, and the stinging soul finally began to soothe.

"Big tadpole..."

Guagua was also swimming breaststroke in the blood pool, quietly approaching Lord Ye Han:

"How could the handsome guy know our secret?"

"Little Black Hat and the others have forgotten it, but he knows it. It feels so strange to be stripped naked!"

Ye Hanjun frowned and remained silent.

This is indeed incredible. Ye Tianzi is hidden in his body, and theoretically only he and Guagua retain their memories.

It was during the tribulation that someone discovered the signs and revealed the secret.

Or earlier, when submitting the Shura Bow fragments, did someone notice a problem?

Ye Hanjun thought for a long time. Not only did he fail to clarify his thoughts, but he became even more confused.

The clansmen are eyeing this power, what are they going to do?

Ming Deng has no crown, let alone a deity to sit in charge.

Eighty years have passed, and the troops prepared in the Red Dust Abyss have reached the level of a large-scale invasion?

War... war... is about to break out?

In a trance, the chaotic thoughts disappeared into nothingness, and Lord Ye Han completely calmed down.

He absorbed nutrients from the blood pool, repaired the wounds on his soul, and his consciousness became more and more ethereal.

After a long, long time, he heard a bang.

It was like thousands of troops and horses running wildly on the prairie, the earth shook, blood pools gushed, and a corner of the ancient temple... collapsed.

A beam of light fell, brighter than day.

Accompanied by the sound of shouting from the sky, there are creatures shouting, and the arrogant words make people frown. (End of chapter)