The beautiful mage was kidnapped by the contracted beast again

"Soul beast?"

Miaomiao was very unfamiliar with the name that Grandpa Sang Mo said.

He had already learned from Sang Mo about the common fantasy beasts, spirit beasts, and common plant and animal species on the continent, but soul beasts were not among these biological systems.

Sang Mo hummed, staring intently at Chi. He leaned against the wall, looking quite casual, but actually ready to attack at any moment.

He said slowly, "This is a very ancient race. Their peak period can be traced back to before I even developed any intelligence. They were the kings of mythical beasts ten thousand years ago, possessing the unique ability to transform into human form. But by the time I broke through to the fourth level, this race had completely vanished from the continent."

"I learned of their existence through an ancient book I found that recorded the glory of them and several other ancient races. However, these races, considered the overlords of mythical beasts, disappeared so suddenly that they left no trace in later generations. Therefore, people at the time believed that this was just a fantasy history, that the author had imagined these powerful races."

Sang Mo's true form is a mulberry tree that is more than nine thousand years old, but this nine thousand years is calculated from the time when he awakened to the fourth level of spiritual intelligence. In fact, with the speed at which plants absorb the magic power of heaven and earth and enter the fourth level, he should have lived for more than ten thousand years.

Over the past ten thousand years, there have been too many wars on the continent, and the national system has changed dozens of times. Apart from the fragile lives, the most severely damaged by the war is the civilization condensed by history.

On the continent today, the furthest history that can be traced back is only about three thousand years. Anything further back only exists in the memories of a very few people like Sang Mo who have survived to the present day.

This is one of the reasons why most royal families, even though they know of Sang Mo's existence, dare not offend him. Sang Mo possesses too many plant eyes and ears, and he may know countless secrets that have occurred throughout history. Perhaps one of these secrets could become a weakness that could overthrow their throne.

He was a walking history book, a wise man with a deep understanding of time. They feared him, yet needed him. Fortunately, Sang Mo never interfered in human affairs, but simply watched from afar.

Raising Miaomiao was the first time he took the initiative to be willing to come into the world.

Chi just shook his head: "I don't remember."

His expression was calm, his eyes were very cool, even Xing Yue and Sang Mo could not see any signs of lying in him.

He said: "When I woke up, I had no memory of anything except that my name was Chi. I didn't know what race I belonged to, nor did I know what I would do in the future. All I could feel was Miaomiao's aura, so I came to find him."

"You must have been seriously injured," Sang Mo said. "That ancient book mentioned that the Po Clan possesses the ability to 'resurrect from the dead.' When fatally injured, they can be reborn into their original form, but their strength and memories will be reset accordingly. Aside from the soul itself, everything else can be considered 'rebirth.'"

When he said this, his eyes darkened. As far as he knew, only the adult individuals of the Po Clan could use the skill of "resurrection from the dead". In this race, adults had to reach level ten or above. What kind of existence could injure and kill an adult individual of this cheating race?

Furthermore, if this tribe hadn't actually been extinct, then where had they been hiding for the past ten thousand years? Even with Sang Mo's spies all over the continent, they had never been discovered.

But no matter what, everyone gradually figured out Chi's identity.

Xing Yue still felt that he was untrustworthy. He frowned and was about to say something, but Chi spoke first: "I won't hurt Miaomiao."

He looked at Xing Yue, obviously knowing very well who was the final decision maker in the room.

Their eyes met from afar, and both could see the undisguised hostility in each other's eyes. But Chi wanted to stay. His blank memory had no future direction. Miaomiao's existence was his only anchor now. Staying by Miaomiao's side could also control his sometimes restless emotions.

He needs Miaomiao.

Chi lowered his head first: "I can sign a contract with Miaomiao."

Sang Mo, who was standing by the wall, suddenly raised his eyebrows.

A contract is a common means of establishing a partnership between humans and mythical beasts. Once established, it is difficult to dissolve. Generally, the only way to change the contract partner is to wait for the other party to die.

During the contract, neither the human nor the esper beast can harm the other. While the human can borrow the esper beast's abilities, the esper beast's actions also consume the contractor's mana. This leads to a situation where, if the rank difference between the two parties is large, the higher-ranked esper beast will be unable to fully exert its power. Therefore, few esper beasts are willing to sign contracts with humans who are weaker than themselves.

Chi's proactive proposal is enough to demonstrate his sincerity.

Sang Mo looked at Xing Yue. The old man had a gloomy look on his face, but he didn't refute anything. It was obvious that he was aware of this.

After reaching Rank 3, Magicians and Sorcerers can contract their first esper beast. Whether they can continue to contract more esper beasts depends on their talent. Magicians generally contract only one esper beast, while fragile mages require more protection from esper beasts and can provide them with more mana, so they usually contract around three esper beasts.

Before this, the first contract he had prepared for Miaomiao was actually Ajin, the giant white-thorned golden-eyed tiger that was left in the backyard to form a cocoon and stabilize its realm. With it, an eleventh-level tiger, by his side, he could rest assured that Miaomiao could go to the academy without him.

But if Chi's true identity is really the ancient race that Sang Mo mentioned, he will have a lot of room for future growth, and even has the potential to reach the twelfth level, which will undoubtedly be a great help to Miaomiao.

The current rank gap between the two is not as big as the gap between Ajin and Miaomiao. Relying on Miaomiao's special huge magic blessing, it will not affect Chi's own ability.

The most important thing is that Chi is still in the growth stage. After the contract, the advancement of either party will bring benefits to the other party. This is something that Ajin, who has reached the eleventh level and has found it difficult to improve in the past hundred years, cannot compare to.

Xing Yue thought for a while, then looked at Miaomiao and asked, "Miaomiao, do you want to make a contract with him?"

Miaomiao nodded without hesitation, he hoped Chi could stay.

Seeing Chi suddenly looking at him with a strange look in his eyes, Miaomiao blinked, not understanding why he was so surprised.

Although both of Chi's meetings with him were not very "normal", they can still be considered friends, right?

Chidu gave him a gift.

"Okay." Xing Yue respected his opinion.

He took a step back, and the Grim Reaper's scythe in his hand drew a beautiful arc in the air. His movements were as smooth and calm as flowing water, as if he was not worried at all that the huge blade would hurt him.

In front of him, a dark crack burst open again, and the sickle shattered into specks of black mist, which was sucked into the crack.

As the sickle was withdrawn, the chill in the room quickly dissipated. It was as if an invisible barrier had been removed, and the previously gray world suddenly became clear, with large swathes of warm sunlight pouring in through the window.

The old man's figure stood back in the light, his white hair sprinkled with soft golden color. Without the black mist, he looked no different from every other white-haired grandfather except that his body was more robust.

however.

"So cool!" Miaomiao's eyes were about to turn into stars.

Xing Yue had rarely fought in front of him before. Even if a phantom beast dared to challenge him, he would first lock Miaomiao back in the house, saying that the scene was too bloody and not suitable for children. This was the first time he had seen his grandfather's weapons.

This smooth and flowing movement of putting away the knife is so cool!

Xing Yue was stunned when he heard his comments, and Sang Mo on the side laughed without giving him any face.

"So cool...Hahahaha, hahahaha, Old Man Xing, do you think those people you killed would be so angry that they would come back to life after hearing what Miaomiao said?"

Xing Yue glared at him. He was the one who had a big mouth, right? He hadn't told Miaomiao about his identity yet.

Miaomiao didn't really think about it, or rather, he wasn't listening at all. He was completely focused on being thankful that Chi had been saved. While the grandfathers were talking, he secretly raised his left hand, which was hanging on the quilt, and quietly made a small "yeah" gesture to Chi.

Chi looked at him sideways, his cool face still expressionless, but the sense of alienation from the world on his body had quietly dissipated a little.

He was still tied up with ropes and couldn't move, so he could only turn sideways and touch the child's hand with the back of his hand.

"Snapped."

Like a different kind of high-five.

After Xing Yue glared at Sang Mo, he put his hands behind his back and snorted coldly: "Boy, your name is Chi, right? How come you still know the contract?"

Chi nodded.

Although he had lost most of his memories, things like sleeping, eating, practicing, and contracts had long become instincts of the body, and he knew what to do naturally.

He turned around and gently held Miaomiao's hand.

The soft touch, so different from his own hand, felt like it would break with the slightest pinch, yet it felt like a blade sheathed, giving him a strange sense of attachment.

"Miaomiao, believe me, relax and don't resist." He whispered.

Seeing the child in front of him nodded obediently, he raised the corners of his lips slightly and lowered his head.

Lightly touch the forehead.

The red hair was like a fluttering flame, connecting with the cool black hair. Miaomiao and Chi were very close, looking directly into the pair of red eyes.

It was strange, considering Chi's skin and magical attributes were incredibly fiery, yet he always appeared so harsh and cold. Only when he looked at him did Chi finally let go of her mask. Her gaze was like his body temperature, so intense that even though Miaomiao couldn't tell what it was, she instinctively felt a tinge of fear.

He looked like he was going to swallow him whole.

"Tell me your name," Chi said.

In the contract, only the original name is recognized by heaven and earth.

"Jiang Liujing," Miaomiao whispered. This was the name his real parents had given him, engraved on his swaddling clothes. This name was the only connection he had with his real family.

He didn't always use this name because he preferred Miaomiao, who was his grandfather. In his heart, the only relatives he recognized were his grandfather and his family. But at times like this, it felt like a strange connection kept reminding him that perhaps there was still a relationship in this world that he couldn't sever.

"The God of Law is above, and the sun and the moon are witnesses."

The ancient curse slowly uttered from Chi's lips. His eyes were fixed on Miaomiao. Even though he hadn't said anything yet, Miaomiao already understood what he was going to do.

The child, forehead touching the boy's, knelt on the bed, his expression firm. A soft, clear voice echoed, "The God of Law is above, and the sun and moon are my witnesses."

"I have pledged this eternal oath to you. The limits of heaven and earth are the boundaries of this contract. I, Chi, am willing to share my life with Jiang Liujing from this moment on. I will never betray you, and I will never change."

"I have pledged this eternal oath to myself. The limits of heaven and earth are the boundaries of this contract. I, Jiang Liujing, am willing to share my life with Chi from this moment on. I will never betray you, and I will never change."

In an instant, a strong wind blew.

A magic circle shimmering with light emerged from under the two of them, and mysterious symbols rotated and lit up one after another. When all the patterns were illuminated and fixed, Miaomiao felt an unprecedentedly powerful magic power rushing into his body, cleansing his meridians, bones... in an unstoppable manner.

In just a blink of an eye, the third-level barrier that had been blocking him for several months was flattened and opened. The surging magic power instantly filled every gap and pushed him to the peak of the third level. He slowly stopped when he could vaguely touch the wall of the fourth-level barrier.