The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 1152 - 443: Shocked Bana

When the squawking started, Goose Immortal fluttered its wings, its webbed feet unnaturally twisted.

Perched on Ye Hanjun’s shoulder, Little GuaGua looked on and snickered quietly,

"Pffft! The Big Iron Goose is so excited!"

"Even with such injuries, it still has the strength to shout and scream, looks like it can fight another round!"

"Hehe, of course!"

Goose Immortal tossed its neck haughtily,

"Don’t you see who I am? The unique original member of the Feather Clan, the unbeatable fighting goose!"

"What’s so difficult about beating down a Demon King? Even if it’s two against one, I can slowly grind them to death!"

"Alright, you’re the greatest!"

Little GuaGua nodded its head, providing ample emotional validation.

Then, using "Super Healing," the goose’s wounds were healed in no time.

The fully revived Goose Immortal laughed heartily.

After Savage landed, he looked around at the Tricolor Pillar Demons lying haphazardly on the ground and remarked with a click of his tongue,

"Ah, I didn’t get enough of a fight!"

"Why are there only so few Holy Saint Embryos, and the rest are all faulty goods? I don’t even feel like lifting a finger!"

"Forget it, Human Master, send me back."

"If there’s another battle, make sure to summon me immediately, preferably a Supreme Sacred Great Achievement, so I actually feel the thrill between life and death!"

"Okay."

Ye Hanjun fulfilled its wish.

After a forced retrieval, there were no more arrogant human noises in the Sacrificial Cave.

For a moment, there was complete silence.

The trembling fear of the demons, a breeding ground for terror.

"The leaders... the leaders are all dead..."

"Heaven has forsaken our Tricolor Pillar Demon clan... Heaven has forsaken us..."

The Bronze Pillar Demon, Silver Pillar Demon, and Gold Pillar Demon had been incapacitated and lay on the ground ever since Ye Hanjun appeared.

Being pillars, they couldn’t bend.

Lying down meant they had lost all ability to fight.

No matter how they struggled, the pressure from their bloodlines and the fear in their souls forced them to repeatedly bow to this human, over and over, never stopping.

"Miss, the enemy is dealt with, and I’ve healed your wounds as best as I could."

"Don’t be scared now, let’s talk about ’justice,’ shall we?"

Little GuaGua, driving the Twelve-Grade Golden Lotus, floated in front of the rescued woman, looking up at her.

Thanks to an incredible Healing Skill, her bloody wounds healed, scabbed over, and then flaked off; now, only faint red scars remained, which were hardly a handicap.

However, the short-haired woman had a vacant look in her eyes, the emptiness suggesting a soul sucked dry.

Goose Immortal, Huazhu, and the Tricolor Pillar Demon King had fought for just over an hour.

She stood there, dumbstruck the whole time, no matter how much they prodded, she refused to speak.

"Hey, wake up, wake up."

"Are you suffering from psychological trauma? I’m also a professional counselor, if there’s anything troubling you, you can talk about it, and Big Tadpole and I will definitely help!"

GuaGua communicated persistently, sometimes pushing the short-haired woman’s shoulders, sometimes pinching her hair.

Finally, after a long wait, the woman came back to herself, her lips quivering as she whispered in a very soft cry,

"My... Contracted Spirits... they’re all dead..."

"I want to avenge them, can you... help me?"

"Ah?"

GuaGua was startled, swallowing the words that had almost come out.

If his senses were correct, this short-haired miss was a Saint.

She had at least three Contracted Spirits, possibly four.

If they had all died in a short period, normally, a Patron wouldn’t be able to endure such a backlash, as the soul would likely tear, making survival very difficult.

Such injuries, even for GuaGua, were not easily healed.

Could she have taken some high-grade sacred Medicine?

Perhaps only such treasures could protect the flesh and the soul without them crumbling immediately.

Ye Hanjun pondered for a moment, then stepped forward and asked in a gentle voice,

"Are you ’Justice’ herself?"

"Yes..."

The short-haired woman slowly squatted down, holding her shoulders and showing a pained expression,

"I am the seventh-generation ’Messenger of Justice,’ Bana."

"Having only recently ascended to the 9th Rank, my authority level hasn’t evolved to the Superior Level SS-grade yet, so I stood no chance against a Demon Marshal."

"Demon Marshal?"

Ye Hanjun mused,

"Uh-huh, Demon Marshal Clark."

"I barely escaped from him using all the tricks I had, but just out of the tiger’s den, I fell into a wolf’s lair."

"Severely injured, I was carelessly captured by the Tricolor Pillar Demon King, with no chance of escape..."

Bana sat on the ground, her head low, filled with self-reproach and hatred,

"If it weren’t for you, I would probably have been sacrificed to the Seven Sins Demon God by now..."

"I really am the most useless heir to the Seven Virtues, I’ve completely disgraced the face of the Merciful Ancestor..."

Ye Hanjun didn’t let her finish, he stepped forward, helping her up,

"As long as you’re alive, there’s still hope."

"Your Contracted Spirits fought to protect you."

"If you let down their efforts, they definitely wouldn’t be happy. Pull yourself together sooner and avenge them."

"Yes!"

Bana wiped the tears from her eyes, took a deep breath, straightened her back, and as her cloudy eyes gradually regained their sparkle,

"So, who are you?"

"Life in the Realm of Desire is very tough for those in the Human Race, achieving the Saint Fruit Position, each one is one in a billion."