Chapter 29 – Crisis (2) (2/2)

At first, Xue Si was stunned by the appalling sounds Qinghan made. However, soon after, he bursted out into laughter again.

“Fourth Brother, is he ok?”

Xue San jerked his head towards Qinghan, while he was fiercely fighting with the dragon. However, Xue Yi just glanced at him coldly and continued the fight.

“Hehe! Nothing serious. Our target is still alive. He was attacked by a fireball. Now, I’ll go and capture him.” Xue Si replied, before he scurried towards Qinghan.

Right now, the fire was almost put out; Qinghan lay on the ground, panting heavily. Because of the unbearable burning agony, Qinghan’s face was distorted in an ugly expression. As Xue Si stepped near him, he looked up and asked, “W… Why are you guys so eager to attack me? I know you aren’t huntsmen, right?”

Taking a deep breath, he realized the bitter sound he made was kind of exaggerated, to the extent that it sounded hilarious. However, the burning pain was different from that of the meridian-breaking he suffered in his previous cultivation, he stared at Xue Si and stammered out.

“You’ll know soon enough.” Xue Si replied, as not the slightest trace of a smile could be found on his square-looking face.

“Is your boss Xue Wuhen?” Qinghan whispered, as he had faintly heard someone say “our young lord Wuhen”. No matter how much hatred the Ye Family member had for him, they would not murder their own descendants! The only person he could think of was Xue Wuhen, who had attacked him back on Cattle-fence Street.

“Er? No! I said once you meet him, you’ll know. For now, just stay where you are.” Xue Si replied impatiently.

Despite Xue Si’s efforts to disguise the true identity of their young lord, Qinghan was quite assured that it was Xue Wuhen who had sent these guys.

Xue Si didn’t want to waste any more time, so he stretched his fingers to pressure one of Qinghan’s meridians to suppress his flow of Battle Qi.

“Integration!”

Suddenly, a “lion-nosed dog” like beast with a horn entered into Xue Si’s eyesight, who was totally dumbfounded. Little Black’s eyes were lit up, rendering a domineering, ancient and loyal temperament. Soon, it disappeared within Qinghan’s chest.

- Purr! Purr! -

At this very moment, Qinghan was struck by an enormous amount of power, penetrating into each of his meridians and cells. The warm flow of power was drifting through his body, while his muscles gave out a fit of quivering wherever the flow went. Accompanying a series of grunting noises, his muscles went through a process of shrinking and swelling.

However, in spite of the “explosion” inside of his body, Qinghan felt extremely enjoyable. Soon, a miniature of a soul-eating battle beast appeared on the left corner of his eye, which added a touch of evil and enchantment to his delicate and innocent face. A second later, Qinghan stood up, as his eyes became as bright as two streaks of lightning, dazzling the eyes of Xue Si.

Looking at the slack-jawed Xue Si, Qinghan grabbed his dagger and swept past him.

“Is… Is this the integration of a battle beast? How astonishing? Wait… What grade does that strange battle beast with a horn on its head belong to? I just looked at it for a second and I felt as if my soul was almost torn out of my skin… Gosh…” Xue Si wondered in befuddlement.

For most non-descendants of the Ye Family, the integration between a battle beast and its master was something only heard of in legends. Seldom had any of them the chance to witness this moment. Obviously, the descendants of the Ye Family weren’t bored to the extent where they’d show their integration skills off on the streets.

However, as a subordinate of Wuhen, Xue Si had seen some similar integration events before, even the integration of Ye Qingkuang and his seventh-grade violent bear. In front of the violent bear, which was about to enter its mature period, Xue Si had always held his breath to avoid provoking the brutal beast.

“According to the information collected by the Intelligence Department, Qinghan has only summoned his battle beast for roughly two months. And his beast was only a fourth-grade lion-nosed dog… No! This information has failed us yet again! His beast is at least a seventh-grade one! Oh, forget about this damn intelligence, first and foremost, I’ll capture him!”