Chapter 3 — Blood Contract Vermilion Bird

Three years have passed. I ordered people to send to Lam Nguyet Cac a lot of medicinal pills, bottle by bottle, each type is extremely rare. But — not once did my name appear. According to old rules, every three years, my junior sister and I must participate in a competition on the ring - a match to test the harmony between the owner and the spirit beast. … The bell rang, the radio opened. I stand here, Vermilion Bird wrapped around my shoulders, firelight hidden under the red feathers. Opposite are Nguyet Truc and Phong Dat Hoa - his appearance now is very different from before. The long scar that once ran across his face had long since disappeared. His face was extraordinarily handsome, like a jade mountain range sparkling among the clouds. In the crowd, there was a female nun laughing softly, her voice filled with mystery: "I didn't expect Phong Dat Hoa to be so beautiful... I wonder if under that robe... if the skin is as smooth as his face." Then she lowered her voice, giggled and whispered: "I really want to lock him up in Tan Lau Quan, let Thuy Mama train for a few years..." If it was before, if I just heard one word, I would definitely rush straight in and force that girl to kneel down and apologize to my spirit beast. But now... After hearing this, Nguyet Truc just smiled faintly, a hint of dark satisfaction appearing at the corner of her lips. She glanced at Phong Dat Hoa's profile, her eyes filled with a layer of conceit, then curled her lips into a smug smile. As for Phong Dat Hoa... His face was slightly red, his lips were pressed tightly, his fists were shaking slightly, as if he had something to say... but in the end he remained silent. …The match begins. Nguyet Truc was not originally highly cultivated, but after just a few moves, she was completely defeated, forced to retreat, her hair and dress a mess. Her phoenix eyes widened, her eyes filled with unwillingness. Suddenly, she leaned towards Phong Dat Hoa, giving him a dark look. At that moment, I saw blue veins emerging from his neck, as if a powerful force exploded from within his body. In just a blink of an eye, his body swelled, his muscles and bones twisted, a layer of shiny black scales began to spread from his forehead to his neck, and an evil light flowed. His two legs... gradually merged into one, transforming strangely. “Ugh—!” In the sound of the howling wind, Phong Dat Hoa's body suddenly transformed into a giant dragon, diving into the clouds, rolling waves of spiritual energy like the ocean spreading out to all four directions. Everyone was suddenly scared. “This… this is…” “A… Giao dragon?!” “This… this is Giao Long!” "I can't believe it... a small earth dragon can still shape and form, it's truly heaven-defying!" One after another, screams echoed throughout the arena, making the already tense atmosphere even more shocking. Although Giao Long cannot compare with Tuyet Son Nine-Tailed Fox, Vermilion Bird, or Phoenix - the ancient divine beasts famous in the three worlds, but nonetheless... it is still qualified to become a middle-class spiritual beast. What's more... he was originally just a "weak earthworm", but today he can transform into a dragon, it's really hard to believe. ... Amidst countless looks, Nguyet Truc tilted her head slightly, the corners of her lips raised, her eyes revealed a hint of arrogant provocation. "Sister," she smiled softly, her voice as thin as silk but sharp as a knife, "Even if I regret it, it's too late. In this life, I am the winner." I just glanced at her, not bothering to waste words. Behind me, the Vermilion Bird has transformed into its true body, its red wings opened wide, its feathers shining like nine-heaven flames. “Whoosh—!” With just one beat of the wings, a fiery fire erupted, covering the entire arena. The fire's light was so bright that the clouds on the top of the mountain disappeared, leaving everyone stunned and amazed. “Oh my god… this is the Ancient Divine Beast Vermilion Bird!” “It's... so majestic!” Before he could recover from the shock, in the red firelight, Vermilion Bird turned into a streak of light and rushed straight into the sky.

long. long. Her giant wings opened wide, the fire surrounding her was like heavenly fire, and one move locked the dragon's body. Amid the howling wind and rolling clouds, Phong Dat Hoa was forced to fall out of the clouds, his whole body slammed onto the ring, fresh blood spurted out, soaking the white cloth on his body red. His body convulsed violently, his limbs trembled, his breathing was as fragile as a thread about to break. I stood above the ring, my eyes cold as ice, looking at him from high to low, a thin smile curled in my heart: "This... is the debt you owe me, Phong Dat Hoa." … Vermilion Bird gently landed on the ground, retracted its fiery wings, transformed into human form, and stood firmly beside me. All eyes converged on her, full of fear and admiration. On the contrary, on the opposite side, Nguyet Truc stood still, his face pale, his eyes filled with resentment. She stared at me and Vermilion Bird, jealousy billowing like black energy from the abyss. ... At that moment, the disciples, who were still admiring the dragon, after a moment of recovery, began whispering: "What's wrong... is the dragon that weak?" “That's right, the Vermilion Bird just swung his wings slightly, and he already collapsed…” “Over the past few years, the spirit stones and spirit pills that junior sister dredged up from us all threw them to him, and ended up… only in exchange for a helpless dragon like this?” A nun laughed coldly, her voice filled with sarcasm: "And yet you still call yourself 'Dragon Queen'... do you intend to ride this weak dragon to ascend to the throne of the Three Realms?" Nguyet Truc bit her lips tightly, her eyes were red, trying to hold back tears, but the corners of her mouth trembled slightly. A senior brother who had secretly admired her for many years immediately stepped forward with a disgruntled voice: "Enough! We're all fellow students, why do you have to insult her so cruelly? A bunch of... sharp women!" Being scolded to their faces, the group of female disciples just snorted coldly, not bothering to argue, leaving a sharp sentence like a knife: "If your exercises are not good, then go home and practice well, don't think about evil sects and heretical ways all the time." Having said that, each group of disciples dispersed, leaving behind an unusually quiet space. ... Nguyet Truc clenched her fists, her nails dug deep into her flesh, looked up at me, her eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of black mist: "Linh Hy... Don't be too proud! One day, I will become the Long Queen, noble and noble, the most noble woman in the three worlds! At that time... I will let you kneel at my feet and beg!" I tilted my head, looked at her, the corner of my lips curled into a faint smile: "Okay... I will wait to hear good news from you." As soon as the words ended, Phong Dat Hoa was lying on the ground, breathing weakly, suddenly trembling. He slowly raised his head, his deep dark eyes flashed a strange light, he gasped slightly, his voice was hoarse like the wind sliding through cold stone: "I... Have I... seen you somewhere before...?" It was that expression... in my previous life that made me fool around, like a fool. I closed my eyes, kept quiet, didn't say a word. Nguyet Truc's complexion changed slightly, she began to panic, her trembling hands tightened her hem, not daring to look directly at me. She quickly pulled Phong Dat Hoa behind her, her frantic voice almost screaming: "No... no! You have never met! You have always been my spirit beast! I wholeheartedly take care of you, I detoxify you, I give you a home... You should be grateful to me! The person you should be grateful to... is me!" Having finished speaking, she used her magic power to forcefully beat Phong Dat Hoa back to his original dragon form, put him in his spirit pen, and hugged it tightly in his chest like a person afraid of losing everything. At that moment, a gust of wind came from behind, tearing through the air. “Shut!” Vermilion Bird's veil on the mirror was swept away and gently fell to the ground. In the fiery light, her charming face

She appeared clearly before everyone. The entire arena was as quiet as paper. Many people looked at her in bewilderment, their eyes blank, as if burned by the brilliant beauty of the ancient beast. Nguyet Truc's eyes were immediately covered with a layer of intense resentment, the hatred seemed to turn into a substance, wanting to tear that face apart on the spot. … I reached out, grabbed the collar of the Great Senior Brother's shirt, who had just deliberately waved his palm to knock off the Vermilion Bird's veil, forcefully pulled him out in front of everyone, slamming him straight to the ground. “Bump!” The echoing sound made the ground tremble. He scrambled up, the corners of his lips were bleeding, his eyes were bloodshot, his trembling fingers pointed straight at my face: "You... you dare..." It was him - the one who had conspired with Nguyet Truc in his previous life, playing a despicable trick with Vermilion Bird! ... I remember very clearly - in my previous life, because Vermilion Bird was too beautiful and not self-conscious, she was hated to the core by Nguyet Truc. The senior brother took advantage of her innocence, using gentle sugar to seduce her feelings. In the end, the two of them colluded and joined forces to perform ancient forbidden magic, plotting to steal Vermilion Bird's face and force her to transform into Nguyet Truc's face. But right at the moment when the forbidden technique was halfway done... Vermilion Bird awakened, its true body bloomed with red fire, igniting Thien Hoang True Fire - the ultimate flame that burned the four seas and eight wastelands. In that sea of fire, Nguyet Truc was still unwilling, frantically screaming that I had stolen the spirit beast that belonged to her, robbing her of the unparalleled wealth she should have had. Right before her body was consumed by flames, she exhausted her cultivation base and performed a counter-attack to pull me into battle. At that time, I had already been tortured by Phong Dat Hoa until my vitality and blood were exhausted, and I had absolutely no ability to resist. …