Chapter 4 — Blood Contract Vermilion Bird

Right now, the people in front of me are filled with murderous aura and their eyes look like I just betrayed my teacher and committed a heinous crime. "Linh Hy! In the past, how could you choose Vermilion Bird and instead push that weak dragon to your junior sister?" "If we had known about the ancient Vermilion Bird's power, we wouldn't have let you take advantage so blatantly!" "That's right! The entire sect knows that you are more talented than others, and your cultivation is at the top of the disciple level. Without a spirit beast, you can still protect yourself. But junior sister is different. Since childhood, your body has been weak and your cultivation is poor. How can you live peacefully without a powerful spirit beast to protect you?" I stood up straight, Vermilion Bird beside me, her bright red wings spread slightly, fire wrapped around her body as if it wanted to burn the sky. On the opposite side, the others jostled shoulder to shoulder, their aura fierce, their tone as sharp as a knife. A person with a sharp snout and a narrow face shouted while pointing his finger. His high-pitched voice made the listener extremely uncomfortable. I took a breath, calmly looked closely at that face — and then I immediately stopped. My eyes gradually cooled down, my hands clenched so tightly that the blue veins stood out. … I know clearly who he is. This person — is the one who first sparked all the tragedies of his past life. What shamelessness. Because my cultivation level is far superior to theirs, and I'm not good at sweet words, in everyone's eyes, I naturally cannot compare to Junior Sister Nguyet Truc - who is lively, has a sweet tongue, and has a delicate and weak appearance that makes people feel soft-hearted. In his previous life, Second Senior Brother was infatuated with Nguyet Truc to the core, blindly protecting her, whether right or wrong. He also contributed a lot to our feelings of resentment and frustration. … Anger flared up, the spiritual energy in my body surged, without warning, I immediately brought down the divine power. “Boom!” There was a sky-shattering explosion, nine heavenly thunderbolts descended, and dazzling light enveloped the arena. "Boom! Boom! Boom!" The smell of burning filled the air. The second senior brother's entire body was black as coal, his hair stood up, his face was twisted, and he convulsed continuously. He lay sprawled on the ground, his trembling fingers pointed at me, his mouth opened but he could not utter a word, only sniffed a few times, spitting out mouthfuls of black smoke. His eyes rolled back, then he fell unconscious. ... The surroundings immediately fell silent, and those who had raised their voices to scold me all stepped back, staying three feet away, for fear of provoking the murderous aura around them. This is the first time I don't respect anyone and show my true strength in front of so many people. I coldly withdrew my hand, my eyes were covered with a layer of ice, my voice slowly echoed in the space filled with pressure: "If you don't listen to me, then there's no need to talk about logic." My eyes swept over everything, finally landing on Nguyet Truc, each word pounded into her heart like a sledgehammer: "If little sister really wants Vermilion Bird, then exchange the spirit beast for it." Immediately, someone in the crowd gloated and added fuel to the fire: "That's right! Junior sister, quickly change, a true Dragon Queen like you, of course must have a divine beast to protect her!" Nguyet Truc, who was already frightened by me, bowed his head and hugged Phong Dat Hoa tightly, his eyes panicked like a cornered deer. She trembled and tightened her body in her chest, her lips turned pale, and finally screamed: "No! I won't change! I don't want to be Vermilion Bird's owner! She's not worthy of being my spirit beast!" As soon as the words were uttered, the whole school exploded in an uproar of indignation. “Is she… is she crazy?” “Vermilion Bird is an ancient divine beast, suppressing evil and protecting the three worlds, yet she says 'not worthy'?” Several of her close associates heard this, their faces turned pale, their eyes wavered, obviously scared to death by these words. The second senior brother was still lying unconscious, I beat him to ashes because of her, and yet she died

Dare... Who knows, it was the heavenly thunder I just sent down that made Nguyet Truc's heart crave power like crazy. She hugged Phong Dat Hoa tightly, her eyes flashing with a dark and perverted light, like someone hugging a supreme treasure. Between sobs, she almost roared: "In this world... only Phong Dat Hoa is worthy of being my spirit beast! As for that little Vermilion Bird... I don't need it!" … No one dared to step up and anger me. The arena was so quiet at this time that the sound of the wind could be clearly heard. I curled my lips slightly, my smile was like cold ice covering the rivers and lakes: "It's you who doesn't want the Vermilion Bird. It's you in the secret world, personally choosing the gray egg, and even hating the Vermilion Bird, seeing her as a ferocious beast on your behalf, just come find me. But at that time..." I slowly placed my hand on the hilt of the sword, the cold murderous aura penetrated to the bone: "...don't blame this sword... for not recognizing a familiar face." As soon as the words ended, no one dared to say a word. As I walked past Nguyet Truc, I tilted my head slightly, leaned close to her ear, and whispered, my voice as cold as an ice tongue: "Also... It's best to hide the fact that today I seriously injured Second Senior Brother. If master knows... the first person to be blamed will be the dragon in your hands." Before he finished speaking, Nguyet Truc trembled, his face turned pale, his hand lost strength, and he almost dropped Phong Dat Hoa to the ground. That sky-high resentment, I'm afraid is not much worse than broken bones and ashes. I smiled with satisfaction, waved my sleeves, raised my head and left. From that day on, in Thanh Van Tong, regardless of disciples or elders, no one dared to mention what happened on the stage that day. Seeing me on the street, everyone quickly avoided me, their eyes filled with fear. Some people even secretly spread the word, calling me... "The eternal poison." I don't mind, on the contrary, I feel pleased: Compared to the harsh ridicule of the past, this feeling... is much more pleasant. … What I didn't expect was that after that match, Vermilion Bird became famous. As an ancient divine beast, with a lively, generous, and straightforward personality, she not only won the hearts of her brothers and sisters, but even made friends throughout the sect. Before long, she was going in and out of the Archives Pavilion like it was an empty place, a place originally reserved only for elite disciples. Even the Cabinet kitchen opened a separate kitchen for her. Thanks to that, we also enjoy many amenities. … It's just that, because Vermilion Bird is so outstanding, it makes her love her more and more. Those who were infatuated with her were like bees looking for honey, groups and groups crowded in front of my cave entrance, making such a commotion that it was impossible to practice peacefully. Reluctantly, I had no choice but to place a restriction around the cave: "Unless you can defeat me, otherwise... don't dream of having any disrespectful intentions towards Vermilion Bird." As soon as the word was spread, the majority of the disciples in the sect were so clearly disappointed that it could be seen with the naked eye. … The news soon reached Nguyet Truc's ears. She especially ran over, with a mocking smile full of sarcasm on her face: "Senior sister, because a fox seduces people's hearts, you oppose the entire Thanh Van Sect?" "Oh, Linh Hy, Linh Hy... You are extremely talented, everyone knows... But because of an outsider, you put yourself in opposition to the whole family..." Her eyes briefly glanced at Vermilion Bird standing next to her, a sharp hatred flashed in the bottom of her eyes - not hidden at all. My voice was cold, my voice was like bone-chilling ice: "Vermilion Bird is not an item, nor is it a magic weapon that can be exchanged at will." "She is conscious, has thoughts, all decisions belong to her. No one... is forced." Nguyet Truc heard that and only smiled softly twice, but the corners of his lips pulled up arrogantly. She raised her head and looked at me, every word contained a challenge

strong consciousness: "I am different from you." “Sooner or later, I will prove… I am stronger than you.” "I... am the one who deserves to be the master's most honored disciple!" … I raised my eyebrows, the faint smile on my lips was like ripples in a deep lake - never reaching the bottom of my eyes. "Really?" “I will wait… to see how you prove it.” "Soon Dat Hoa will ascend to the Golden Dragon, dominating the three worlds. At that time... I will be the Heavenly Queen, with a position of less than one person, above ten thousand people!" After hearing this, Chu Tuoc laughed softly, clasped his arms across his chest, his eyes full of sarcasm: "Thien Hau?" "Look at yourself in the mirror and say it again. With your ability as a crippled cat with three paws, can you pass the gate of Ngu Vi True Fire?" She blinked her phoenix eyes, tilted her head slightly, the corner of her lips curled into a smile that was half unintentional, half intentionally sarcastic: "Also, that Phong Dat Hoa... He's not the type of person who can be the Emperor of Heaven. I also saw... the other day he stood at the foot of the mountain, laughing and talking with a farm girl, very intimate. Are you sure? Do you really believe he likes you?" ... As soon as the words ended, Nguyet Truc's face immediately changed color, anger flared up in his eyes. “You… you talk nonsense!” She angrily pulled out the whip from her belt and swung it straight at the Vermilion Bird as if wanting to tear off that face. … Vermilion Bird did not dodge, his eyes were as cold as ice, his body only slightly tilted. “Chat!” The long whip passed by, not touching her, but fell straight onto the stone table right next to her. Just heard a resounding "Bang". Originally, this one blow was enough to destroy the stone table, but this time... The table surface was still as smooth as a mirror, with no scratches or ripples. Both I and Nguyet Truc were stunned. She looked at her shaking hand in panic, looked down at the whip in her hand, then looked at the stone table - repeated several times, seemingly unable to believe her eyes. Even when the wound at the corner of her lip was shocked and bled, she no longer had the mind to care. …