Just a mont ago, Fairy Fuxue had exhausted every possible thod, yet this little old ancestor had not even lifted an eyelid. Now, the mont Little Brother Lu stood to one side, it had actually opened its eyes!
Elder Sun clutched his chest tightly, feeling that his old heart was about to stop beating right here today.
Lu Fengmian also saw those silver-white eyes.
There was no indifference here, no impatience, and none of that aloof coldness that kept others a thousand miles away.
Lu Fengmian slowly released his spiritual power.
It was neither like Saintess Jiang Fuxue’s overwhelming tidal waves, nor like the complex frequency simulation from the skill book he had just morized by rote.
His spiritual power was light and slow, as though he feared disturbing sothing. Like moonlight, it quietly drifted toward that Ink Jade Flood Dragon.
He encountered no obstacle at all.
The “void” that had just swallowed all of Saintess Jiang Fuxue’s attacks offered no resistance whatsoever to him.
His spiritual power landed on the little centipede dragon’s forehead.
Very gently, like a cautious touch.
The Ink Jade Swallowtail Dragon did not dodge. It rely looked at him quietly.
Lu Fengmian did not know what frequency the Affinity of All Spirits aura was operating at in this mont.
He only knew that when he lightly covered those little horns with his spiritual power, he sensed sothing.
It was an emotion difficult to clearly describe in words.
It was an ancient loneliness.
As if it had slept for a very, very long ti, only to wake and find that the world was full of unfamiliar faces.
Lu Fengmian did not speak.
He rely made his spiritual power even gentler, as though cradling sothing fragile and precious.
The Ink Jade Flood Dragon’s tail swayed once.
It raised its head and stared fixedly at Lu Fengmian, as though it had already been looking at him for a very, very long ti.
Then, it moved.
For the first ti, the Ink Jade Flood Dragon, more than a foot long, took the initiative to leave the spirit spring. It slowly glided along the stone platform, carrying the reserve and caution innate to its bones, and swam toward the edge of the barrier.
It swam toward Lu Fengmian’s outstretched hand.
The little dragon stopped at the edge of his palm, lowering its head, as though hesitating a little.
A mont later, it coiled its entire body around his hand.
Its icy scales pressed against his palm, and its little dragon head lightly rested between his thumb and forefinger. Those silver-white eyes finally opened completely, carrying a faint sense of satisfaction at having found sothing.
The entire venue sank into deathly silence.
Then, the stands exploded.
“He succeeded! He really succeeded!”
“That flood dragon! The very one even the Beast Taming Sect’s Saintess couldn’t do anything about!”
“What exactly did he do? I didn’t see anything at all!”
Elder Sun said nothing. He rely stared wide-eyed at that moon-white figure on the stone platform, and at the Ink Jade Flood Dragon coiled in his palm.
His mouth hung open, wanting to shout sothing, but his throat seed blocked, and not a single word could co out.
He truly wanted to charge into that shocked and furious crowd, grab everyone who had once mocked the Lingyun Sect for having no talent in beast taming, and roar at them while clutching their collars—
Did you see that! This was a disciple of our Lingyun Sect! This was our Lingyun Sect’s Perfect Senior Brother!
But he did nothing.
He gripped the railing tightly, eyes red, body trembling, like an old man on the verge of a stroke.
Lu Fengmian looked down at the little dragon coiled in his palm. It had even begun to narrow its eyes, and the heart that had remained uneasy the whole ti finally cald down.
That scared to death.
I thought I was going to fail just now.
He let out a long breath in his sea of consciousness. “System, what kind of black technology is this aura of yours exactly?”
【Affinity of All Spirits Aura: Effects vary from person to person; especially effective on those with ancient bloodlines and keen perception.】
The system’s voice remained flat and unremarkable.
Lu Fengmian: “Understood. Truly born for this profession.”
He was just about to lift his hand and safely place this little ancestor back into the divine spring.
A chill crept over his fingertip, followed by a slight sting of pain.
Lu Fengmian lowered his head.
At so point, the Ink Jade Flood Dragon had opened its eyes and was looking at him, its tiny teeth pressed against his fingertip.
A drop of bright red blood seeped out, but did not fall. Instead, it hovered in midair, linked to a wisp of black light erging from the Ink Jade Flood Dragon’s forehead.
The next mont, a complex and ancient spirit seal burst forth from the point of contact, rapidly expanding like a giant banner woven of flowing light, illuminating the Beast Taming Sect from above!
With deep blue as its base and adorned with golden patterns, the winding dragon shadow in the center raised its head and let out a long roar!
This was a contract ford with a spirit beast—and it was a blood contract actively initiated by the spirit beast!
In the stands, soone accidentally knocked over a teacup.
Soone abruptly stood up and knocked over a whole row of people behind them.
Soone opened their mouth, but no sound ca out.
“An… active bond!”
“That Ink Jade Flood Dragon—it bit his finger on its own!”
“I had thought the records of ancient rare spirit beasts choosing their own masters were nothing but legend.”
Perfect Lord Jun Wanshou had once risen to his feet.
He stared at the contract spirit seal still slowly unfolding in the sky, stared at the young back on the stone platform, and stared at the Ink Jade Flood Dragon that had lifted its head in resonance with the mark.
His daughter had poured out everything she had, yet had not even been granted a proper glance by this little old ancestor.
And yet this disciple of the Lingyun Sect had rely stretched out his hand.
He remained silent for a long ti, complex emotions surging in his eyes.
“Lingxuan,” he said in a low, hoarse voice, “where exactly did you find this person?”
At this mont, Elder Sun had gone completely speechless.
He had originally thought that if Little Brother Lu could successfully communicate with the Ink Jade Flood Dragon and make the little old ancestor show a bit of friendliness, that alone would already win him a trendous amount of face—enough for him to boast in front of these old fellows from the Beast Taming Sect for ten years.
Never in his dreams had he imagined that the Ink Jade Flood Dragon would actively acknowledge him as its master.
Elder Sun clutched his chest, feeling as though he had used up all the heartbeats of his entire life today.
He no longer wanted to boast for ten years.
He could boast about this for a lifeti.
Jin Le stood behind Elder Sun, looking at her master’s face—flushed red, stiff, and appearing as though laughing and crying were mixed together—and fell into thought.
She had originally thought that her master had only helplessly pulled Senior Brother Lu in to make up the numbers because his own disciples were too useless.
She had not expected that he would truly have found soone so outstandingly talented.
Jin Le glanced at her master once more.
Elder Sun still maintained that expression of soone on the verge of a stroke, showing no reaction whatsoever to the outside world.
Jin Le silently looked away.
She did not know whether her master had “foreseen this.”
She only knew that after they returned, good days would co to an end for the disciples of the spirit beast garden, most likely.
Elder Sun truly had no reaction at all.
Because at this very mont, there was only one lingering thought in his mind, like the voice of a devil echoing by his ear:
Damn it, Lingxuan.
Why did you have to snatch away such a heaven-born genius? He should have entered my spirit beast garden and beco the Sect Master’s first disciple!
How could you have such nerve!
What exactly did you teach him? Did you ever teach him how to feed spirit beasts, or how to brush their fur? Other than being an absentee boss, what else could you even do?
Elder Sun’s eyes were bloodshot as he stared fixedly at the figure on the stone platform.
He had already made up his mind.
After returning to the sect, even if he had to throw away his old face, he would still go have a talk with Venerable Lingxuan.
Were you actually going to keep this disciple or not?
Over the next few days, Elder Sun welcod the most glorious period of his life.
With a smile on his face, he spoke to everyone he t, and within three sentences, he could always steer the topic to: “Oh, speaking of which, that day my little disciple Lu ford a bond with the Ink Jade Flood Dragon…”
If the other party responded, he would launch into an endless narration: “That Ink Jade Flood Dragon, and its ancient Azure Dragon bloodline—even the Beast Taming Sect’s Saintess could not communicate with it. It simply lay on my disciple Lu’s hand, bit his finger, and established a bond on its own—there was simply no stopping it.”
If the other party did not respond, he would proactively ask: “By the way, were you there that day? You weren’t? Oh, what a pity. You simply cannot imagine…”
When a ssage ca from Steward Li of the spirit beast garden, he perfunctorily replied with a single “Mm.”
But when congratulatory ssages arrived from old friends in other sects, he read every single one of them three tis, smiling so hard that the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepened.
Jin Le followed behind her master, eyes on her nose, nose on her heart. Whenever her master boasted too excessively, she took responsibility for coughing at the appropriate mont.
Elder Sun would restrain himself slightly, then change the subject and continue boasting.
As for Lu Fengmian—
For these past few days, he had scarcely walked anywhere alone.
Whenever he appeared in public, countless gazes imdiately swept over him like searchlights.
So were curious, so astonished, so scrutinizing. There were even several elders from beast-taming sects who blocked his path with smiling faces and handed over calling cards, hinting: “If this young friend has any interest in visiting our sects for Exchange, we would certainly welco you with open arms.”
Lu Fengmian always maintained a perfect smile, politely declined every request, and then escaped back to his room at the fastest possible speed.
Sorry, his personality was introverted.
He could not endure this kind of treatnt where all eyes were on him.
He would rather return to the Lingyun Sect and face a hundred junior brothers and sisters who never stopped arguing, eight ill-tempered mountain-guarding spirit beasts, and one Sect Master who remained in closed-door cultivation all day long.
At least he was familiar with those people.
In the blink of an eye, the final day of the exchange conference arrived.
The Grand Assembly of the Myriad Beast Sect was about to co to an end, and all the sects were packing up and preparing for the return journey.
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