Chaos Spirit Field

Tantai Fengtian had some doubts about Zhao Shanhe's identity. First, his age; he was far too young. Second, he was a monk. On this continent, Buddhist sects were few and far between; the only well-known one was the now-extinct Vajra Sect. Third, his clothing was too ostentatious. How could a true monk dress like that? Although he was filled with doubts, he didn't dare question it.

Zhao Shanhe hadn't noticed his fabricated identity was being questioned; his consciousness had already entered the Primal Chaos Spiritual Field. Upon noticing someone approaching, Liu Peng immediately erupted in curses, "Monk Xuanzang, you are such a traitor! You will be punished by heaven! You will not have a good end!"

However, Zhao Shanhe didn't care at all for Liu Peng's insults. He wasn't about to argue with a pile of fertilizer; he simply told him to shut up. Originally, he'd hoped to harvest a cultivator by cultivating his Nascent Soul, but the reality proved that this was just wishful thinking. A cultivator's Nascent Soul could only be used as fertilizer, not as a seed. His main purpose for entering the Chaos Spiritual Field was to cultivate the "Array Code." He dug a hole, filled it with soil, and chanted the incantations one, two, three, four, five. While the incantations were useless, life felt incomplete without a sense of ritual.

The Chaos Stele gave a hint that four evil Nascent Souls were needed as fertilizer. Zhao Shanhe discovered that all the Nascent Souls he collected in the Chaos Spirit Field were suitable. It seemed that there were no good people in the world of cultivating immortals.

When Liu Peng and others saw Zhao Shanhe looking at them, they thought to themselves that something was wrong. They struggled hard to break free from the restraints, but it was of no avail. Suddenly, everything went dark in front of their eyes, and they became real fertilizer.

Zhao Shanhe couldn't help but sigh inwardly. Perhaps he wasn't a good person after all, otherwise he wouldn't be imprisoned in this prison. He didn't dwell on it too much. As long as he stayed true to himself, it didn't matter whether he was a good person or a bad person.

The formation code was planted, but Zhao Shanhe was not happy. It took as long as fifty years to grow, and he was only twenty years old now. It was really hasty. After careful consideration, he gave up digging it out. After all, the four evil Nascent Souls still had some value.

Suddenly, a deafening dragon roar shattered Zhao Shanhe's reverie. He emerged from his quarters and gazed ahead, where he saw a massive python with two horns stalking the monastic camp. It chased the terrified monks, seemingly playing with them.

Zhao Shanhe hadn't originally wanted to meddle in other people's business; after all, there weren't many good people in the Land of the Dead Spirit. He hadn't intended to cause trouble, but the strange snake had actually taken the initiative to provoke him, baring its teeth at him. How could he tolerate this?

This strange snake, named Long Shisi, had a remarkable background. Hailing from the Long Clan, the dominant sea clan of the Endless Sea, it was known for its rampant evil and arrogance. Unfortunately for it, it stumbled upon its third brother's affair with a vixen. Perhaps swallowing so loudly, it inadvertently disturbed the pair, ruining its third brother's plans. One pitch-black night, it awoke to find itself in this strange place.

Today, Long Shisi noticed that the four creepy auras had disappeared without a trace, so he came to the monks' camp to have fun. He also wanted to change his taste and have a taste of the monks.

If Xiao Hei and Pi Xie were here, they would tell Long Shisi to run away quickly if he meets Zhao Shanhe, because that was a bloody lesson he learned.

Long Shisi looked at the tiny human in front of him who dared to grin at him, and he was immediately filled with anger and evil thoughts. He bared his fangs and bit the human fiercely.

Zhao Shanhe, however, seemed frozen in fear, motionless. Just as Long Shisi was about to savor the delicious meal, he suddenly felt a buzzing in his head. The seemingly tiny human had somehow ridden onto his head, hammering down with fists like raindrops.

Long Shisi was beaten to a pulp, writhing on the ground in agony, unable to break free from the tiny human's grasp. He knew that if he didn't surrender his soul contract, his life would be in jeopardy.

Zhao Shanhe looked at the soul contract in front of him, feeling hesitant. He felt that it didn't seem to be very useful. After all, hadn't the soul contract between Xiao Hei and Pi Xie been dissolved?

Long Shisi noticed that Zhao Shanhe was unwilling to accept his soul contract, and he became increasingly uneasy. So he said, "Master, please just give me a gentle tap, and from now on you will be Xiaolong's master!"

Zhao Shanhe responded, "Soul contracts can be easily terminated by others, so signing them is meaningless."

"Master, the soul contract cannot be terminated by anyone except you. Do you have any misunderstanding?" Zhao Shanhe thought for a while and took in Long Shisi as his spirit pet.

After becoming a spirit pet, Long Shisi said in surprise, "Master, you are only at the Jindan stage. You really lost a lot this time."

Zhao Shanhe said coldly, "Do you want me to release the contract so we can have another fight? It just doesn't seem that satisfying."

Long Shisi shook his huge head like a rattle and said delicately, "Master, little Shisi is so adorable, how could you have the heart to do that to her!"

"Don't try to be so adorable! You're a grown man, why are you trying to be so cute? If you dare to disgust me again, I'll stew you alive! You said that the soul contract couldn't be broken by others, but the contracts of my other two spirit pets were broken by the beast tribe. What's going on?"

"Master, generally speaking, once the demon race signs a soul contract, it is basically impossible to terminate it. Unless they get the protection of the demon ancestor, the contract can be temporarily terminated. If the master unfortunately passes away during this period of time, the demon race bound by the contract will not die from backlash." Long Shisi hurriedly explained.

"Oh, so that's how it is." Zhao Shanhe nodded thoughtfully.

"By the way, Master, do you have any other spiritual pets?" Long Shisi asked cautiously.

"Well, there is also a Qiongqi and a Pixiu. What species are you?" Zhao Shanhe looked up and down at Long Shisi, his face full of confusion.

"Master, Xiao Shisi is a real dragon!" Long Shisi straightened up and said proudly.

Zhao Shanhe, upon hearing this, was filled with disdain. "Come on! You look nothing like a dragon, aside from those two horns on your head. Dragons have claws and ears, do you have them?"

"Master, Little Fourteen is still a child, and these parts have not yet fully developed. In fact, they are still there. If you don't believe me, just look." Long Shisi explained aggrievedly.

"Okay, I see, you are indeed quite small. These little paws look like they haven't grown at all." Fortunately, Zhao Shanhe said one more sentence, otherwise it would have caused misunderstanding.