The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 850 - 342: Clan Leader Candidate_2

"Understood."

Ye Nishang lightly acknowledged with a sentence, immediately returning to her full Nether Night regalia.

Thereafter, she swept her gaze over Ye Qiyu and Ye Mochou, finally looking at Ye Hanjun, and voluntarily took a step back, standing on the other side of the royal hall.

"How strange."

Ye Mochou shook his head and strode forward, his body now showing large patches of dark red armor:

"Pure darkness indeed so dominant?"

"Time and again, at the same status and level of power, why do I always seem to find myself at a disadvantage?"

Ye Ying said nothing, resorting to the same tactic and opening another rift.

With a couple of distinct snapping sounds, a total of fifteen fragments fell off, spiraling in, entering the center of the box with no other noises.

"Fifteen..."

Ye Ying nodded slightly, murmuring to himself:

"The collection of fragments cannot be solely measured by strength."

"Chance, luck, these complement each other, one cannot do without the other."

"Mochou, the clan’s treasury is also fully open to you; from now on, whatever you lack, you may take as you please."

"Fine." Ye Mochou’s reply was terse and forceful.

As he spoke, his gaze, as if piercing, looked directly towards Ye Qiyu and Ye Hanjun.

Considering the past 120,000 years, the Young Emperor and the Son of Shura were surely the clan’s top promising seeds.

This level, worth the family’s all-in bet.

But no one indulges for long in what they already have, or what is surely to be theirs in the future.

What Ye Mochou cared more about was how many fragments the other two had collected. How did it compare to his, more or less?

"Excuse me."

A playful look appeared on Ye Qiyu’s face as he nonchalantly walked up to Ye Ying.

With the box opened, sixteen fragments fell from him.

"One short..."

Ye Mochou watched the spiraling fragments disappear, seemingly expressionless, his complexion darkened slightly.

"Unless something unexpected happens, you’re going to be at the bottom."

Ye Qiyu revealed a sympathetic expression, killing not only the man but his spirit as well:

"In the Young Emperor’s hall never seen by predecessors, the fragments left couldn’t possibly be few."

"Isn’t it interesting? Holding the strongest authority of the Demon Servant lineage was initially his superior, with an absolute crushing ability."

"In the blink of an eye, he changed his commission, breaking free from the birdcage, establishing his own sect, creating a new lineage."

"If you were of equal status, wouldn’t it be interesting to have a battle with him?"

Ye Qiyu, glancing sideways, made no secret of his fighting spirit.

Provoked by him, Ye Mochou’s deep eyes rippled hazily, as if the two characters "Annihilate" each manifested in his pupils.

"Unequal status, victory has no value, indeed uninteresting."

"But I am very interested in using you for practice. The newly upgraded ’Annihilation Pupil,’ refined with your blood, might taste quite different."

"Shh, quiet."

Ye Ying blew a breath of air, and with the weeping of Evil Ghosts, the sharp gazes the two exchanged in midair suddenly veered off.

"Lord Han, come here."

"This old woman also wants to see how many fragments you’ve hidden."

"Hurry up, Young Emperor, brother!"

Ye Wen Fei giggled, pretending to push.

"Whoosh—"

Before her icy fingers could touch his sacrificial robe, Ye Hanjun had already lifted his toes, stepping towards Ye Ying.

As he moved, on the throne above, some of the ancient creatures that had been pretending to sleep opened their eyes one after the other, revealing cryptic glances.

"Thump—"

"Thump—"

"Thump—"

The closer he got, the two-meter-tall bow case seemed as vast as an endless mountain range.

In the depths of his heart, desire that was thought to be shattered was like a flame reborn in the spring breeze, reignited once more.

"Steady yourself!"

Ye Hanjun internally shouted, using a voice like thunder to suppress the covetousness at the level of his soul.

With that, the restlessness was subdued once again, as the Prison Suppressing Sacrificial Robe shed from his position.

Beneath a plain and simple sleeved robe, the dark red armor shone like the scales of a red dragon, dense and formidable, exuding an unmatched presence.

"Click-clack—Click-clack—"

In the center of attention, the bow case actually began to tremble.

Five, ten, fifteen... a total of thirty-two divine bow fragments, like broken blade tips, rushed in unison into the box’s miniature world.

"Thirty-two?!"

Above the throne, a guardian spirit exclaimed.

The cry of astonishment was like thunder in the ears, buzzing in the heads of all present.

"Since the Ancestor’s fall, when the divine bow fragments escaped into the great tomb, has there been a clan member who has brought out more than twenty-five fragments at the beginning of an era? Let alone thirty-two!"

"This is... unbelievably divine!"

An insect-type guardian spirit carrying an axe suddenly stood up, its head banging against another spirit, making a dull sound like the clashing of iron.

But it was completely unaware, continuing to ramble on with increasing excitement:

"This is unprecedented! It’s as if I can see the hope for the Ye Clan’s revival right before my eyes, within reach!"

"But what’s hateful and infuriating is that this child still has calamities to overcome!"

"If he were to fall at the hands of Heavenly Dao, then all our busy toiling will have been in vain - a fleeting joy and such a tragic ending, enough to make beasts mourn and people sigh. How unfortunate!"

In the flickering shadows, overwhelming demon figures surged with emotion.

Ye Hanjun could generally make out their contours; more than half were strangers, seemingly reinforcements that the Ye Clan had found from various places, all sitting in the ancestral city to protect the clan together.