56 Chapter 56 Spirit Race Blood Contrac (2/2)

Yin Yang's eyes shone for a while before sighing, following which he knelt down.

”Yin Yang has received the kindness of the Ruler and Prince, I have no ability to repay you two, I can only be loyal to Prince till death!”

The last few words were said word by word, firm and determined. A blood pattern picture also appeared between his eyebrows.

'Uncle Yin, you are a descendant of the spirit race?” Zong Shou's expression changed, and he frowned. ”Once this blood contract is signed, it is for life and you can't break free. Uncle Yin, are you serious? That Lingyun Long Ruo is certain that I am unable to break through to the Earth Chakra level and I won't be able to help you. Instead, I would be a burden…”

Yin Yang kept silent, more and more blood patterns appearing, making that picture more and more perfect.

Zong Shou couldn't help but laugh bitterly, knowing the rules of the spirit race. If he rejected him now, it would be a humiliation to Yin Yang. After sighing, his expression became solemn as he stood in front of Yin Yang.

”I don't know why Uncle Yin wants to do this contract, but if in the future you feel that it is inappropriate you can look for me to cancel it…”

He reached out with his hand to the center of Yin Yang's brow, and a thread of blood seeped right into his palm.

It formed a pale red image on the side of his wrist.

This was the spirit race blood contract. From now on, a single thought from him would control Yin Yang's life or death. Even all his descendants would become his servants.

Originally he didn't mind, but he felt that within that thread of blood, a mental intent had entered his brain. Numerous words and runes appeared in front of his eyes.

”It is actually the spirit race legacy bloodroot!”

At that moment, Zong Shou understood Yin Yang's true intentions. If Zong Shou could merge this bloodroot fully into his body, he would need just seven or eight years for his body to become like that of the spirit race. Even if he couldn't cultivate martial arts, he could cultivate spiritual energy.

However, the original host of this bloodroot would have to pay a heavy price.

Looking at Yin Yang in astonishment, Zong Shou smiled. He knew that the identity of this servant was far from as simple as being a disciple of a famous sect.

He didn't hesitate at all to seal the spirit race power back into the pale red picture.

Thinking of what Long Ruo mentioned before, Zong Shou's lips pouted coldly.

I can't cultivate? He really wasn't going to admit defeat like that. He wanted to see how he was going to use this body to get to the peak of the martial path.

Unfortunately Long Ruo wasn't specific in his words and didn't point out where his problems lay. If he wanted to be sure, he would have to put in a lot of effort.

But before this, there was an even bigger problem he had to deal with.

Zong Shou looked around only, and saw that they were surrounded by hundreds of swamp wolves. Losing the suppression of Zhao Yanran and the giant Flood Dragon, they had all drawn close, their eyes glowing red as they looked over hungrily.

Their closely packed numbers made his skin and hair go numb. This time they were truly screwed over by that crazy woman.