The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 26 - 25: Mad Singer_1

There was an unwritten rule in the Circle of Patrons; whether it was passive or active ability, as long as it was complementary to a specific Fond Spirit, and connection was established, they were sure to have an advantage in the associated field.

Just like ’Officer,’ contracting with canine Fond Spirits, activating ’Loyal Partner,’ the subsequent training, battles, and daily life are all less burdened with needless worries.

The intimacy between other patrons and Fond Spirits that usually takes months or even years to build, can be halved or more by the ’Officer.’

At the same time, contracted canine Fond Spirits have higher loyalty, and it is easier to reach the level of heart-to-heart communication, they can fight in complete unison without saying a word.

Even Ye Hanjun, who has high standards, also approves, among the E-level positions, the ’Officer’ has the advantage.

This superior position among the lower credentials, well planned, would have great potential for future development.

"Bai, don’t scare me, if you fall asleep now, you won’t wake up again, so quickly open your eyes!"

"Tiger Girl! It’s okay, you just lost a leg, it’s good to be alive!"

"You promised to climb the world’s peaks together, how can you fall here, cheer up!"

"Haha... my Fond Spirit is dead... my Fond Spirit is dead... it’s my fault for being overconfident... I didn’t have real strength, passionately took on challenges, even dared to challenge the labyrinth of life and death ..."

Walking on the first floor of the rescue center, it was not overcrowded, and there were many spare wards.

But everywhere there was panic, urgency, self-blame, sorrow... almost filling every inch of space.

There was a boy with half a bloody broken arm sitting lonely in the corner, his dull eyes heart-wrenching.

A giant python, teetering on the brink of death and split into two, was soaked in a medicine barrel, struggling in pain.

From time to time, you could see extravagantly dressed rich men sighing in sorrow, rugged men breaking down in tears, and delicate and pretty young girls sobbing inconsolably...

The most common scene was the transporting of Fond Spirits’ bodies, covered with white cloths and showing no signs of life, to the morgue on the basement floor.

The human condition, most burdensome in the hospital.

Even Ye Hanjun, who was already accustomed to seeing life and death, would sometimes be moved at that moment.

"Officer! Call the Officer!"

"We have a patient here who is emotionally excited and seriously affecting our work, request assistance! Request assistance!"

On one side of the corridor, a ragged beautiful woman, holding a dead camouflage butterfly, as if mad.

"You quacks! Return my butterfly’s life!"

"You can obviously cure it, you can obviously cure it, it’s all your fault, you’re the culprits, I’ll fight you!"

She was screaming, the heartbreaking sounds were extremely penetrating, a few young-looking workers in white coats couldn’t help but cover their ears, their faces suddenly changing.

They were just volunteer students, at rank 1, and lacked worldly experience, so they were insufficiently prepared to deal with this situation.

The contracted Fond Spirits following beside, showed their teeth in aggression, assuming a defensive posture, the more impatient ones were even preparing to pounce forward.

Unexpectedly, what stopped them was their own master, with a look full of hesitation and reluctance, it was clear that he had many reservations and didn’t want to blindly hurt others.

"You can’t handle even this small matter?"

Ye Hanjun, who happened to be passing by, hated ear-piercing noises the most.

He glanced at it once, the mad woman obviously had a sound-based ability. With a 70% probability she was the F-level position ’Singer,’ possessing the active ability ’Scream.’

If one senses her aura, her rank is actually the same as those volunteers, all at the first stage.

Merely due to losing control of her emotions, this amplified the effect of her ability, causing an embarrassing position of difficulty for the volunteers.

"Should I give her a karate chop?"

Ye Hanjun weighed his options, launching a surprise attack from the rear of the frantic woman, targeting the head could potentially lead to death.

The problem was less serious if he aimed for the acupoint on the back of her neck. A strong hit should break her ability and incidentally incapacitate her.

"Whoosh — Whoosh —"

Before Ye Hanjun could proceed, the sounds of swift motion reached his ears, cutting off the plans in his mind.

A woman wearing a white long dress, wearing orchid accessories, wearing a pair of plain cloth shoes, was actually sprinting, dashing past Ye Hanjun.

"Cotton, use Binding!"

Ordered clearly, the white satin wrapped around her waist secretly extended, turning into a shiny little snake.

Its appearance was completely different from regular snakes, it didn’t have the cold texture, it didn’t even have snake scales.

The only notable feature was the body connected by twenty-four cotton clusters, like a lengthened and enlarged cotton candy, its nickname was indeed soft and cotton-like.

"Hiss!"

The Demon’s Fond Spirit, known as ’Cotton Snake,’ made an eerie sound and accurately wrapped around the arms of the frantic woman.

Since its body could extend and contract, after binding the woman’s arms, the Cotton Snake continued to climb and eventually also bound the woman’s legs.

Just heard a thump, the frantic woman lost balance, and instantly fell to the ground.

Her screaming stopped abruptly, turning into furious roars, she struggling with all her strength, attempting to regain freedom.

"Yin Manman! How come you’re here?"

The directionless volunteers suddenly found their backbone and couldn’t help but cheer upon seeing her.

Yin Manman nodded towards them, without adding more words, she squatted down to check on the woman’s condition.

"Another emotional breakdown..."

"I can understand, but the Fond Spirit is dead, no matter how much you wail it won’t resurrect from death ... isn’t that right?"

Yin Manman sighed lightly, her right hand clutching at the void, hazy smoke beginning to rotate and whirl in a one-inch area within her palm.

In almost the blink of an eye of Ye Hanjun, a hefty syringe was clasped in her hand.

Yet before that, her hand had held nothing at all, carrying not a single thing.

"Snap!"

In a flash, Yin Manman grasped the syringe and the needle smoothly passed into the shoulder of the restrained woman.

Following this was the act of pushing the plunger in. When the blue fluid energy in the syringe slowly disappeared, the bound woman gradually ceased to struggle. Her eyelids uncontrollably drooped and soon, faint breaths could be heard as she slipped into a deep sleep.

"It’s got to be Sister Yin who takes action, so neat and clean!"

The male volunteer let out a long sigh of relief, gave a thumbs-up, and the tense mood silently dissolved.

The other two girls, one wiping cold sweat from her forehead, reached out to soothe the Fond Spirit at her feet.

The other girl made no effort to hide the admiration in her eyes, gazing at Yin Manman in a daze.

"You all have only been here three or four months, and this is the second time you’ve come here to help."

"It’s normal to be unable to handle sudden situations."

After giving the injection, Yin Manman waved her right hand. The empty syringe turned into mist and dispersed.

Ye Hanjun noticed that there were a few more blood vessels in the bottom of her eyes. Using the active ability "Calming Needle" did indeed increase the body’s burden.

"Keep up the good work, you still have a long way to go in the future."

"I’ll keep busy, and you take her to the rest room. Try to find a Therapist to sing for her to relieve her mental burden..."

"You all have the ability related to music, having similarities, it should be easier to recover."

Yin Manman mumbled to herself, stretched out her lotus jadelike arm, and Cotton Snake quickly climbed up and swiftly returned to the shape on her belt.

Afterwards, this lady with a bit of baby fat on her face once again started to run, rushing to provide support in other places.

Ye Hanjun watched her leave with calmness in his eyes.

If the judgment and decision-making of the three volunteers could be considered as crap level...

Then this young lady who holds the E-rank authority as a "Nurse" was not too bad, with her smooth moves and attention to detail, she wasted no time.

While the three volunteers were carrying the sleeping woman...

Ye Hanjun made a greeting:

"Hello, I am here to adopt a Fond Spirit, where should I go to find them?"

"Go up to the third floor, above the third floor, all of it is for recovery training!"

The male volunteer offhandedly glanced at him once and responded casually.

The two girls’ gazes, however, lingered for a long time, only retracting after Ye Hanjun was gradually out of sight.

"Has a new handsome student arrived in the school? Black hair and black pupils, it’s quite rare..."

"Long hair over the shoulders, it’s wild."

"But his temperament is so cold, and he has such a visually weak presence...it’s a contradictory existence."

...

Ignoring the whispers behind him, Ye Hanjun found the elevator, activated the starting rune, and went straight up to the third floor.

Instantly, it was peaceful at the side of his ears.

The third floor is more spacious than the first and second floors, without the anxious human masters and the Contracted Spirits whining close to death, just like stepping from a bustling market into a secluded paradise.

Ye Hanjun smelled the fragrance of grass and looked into the distance to find a large artificial lawn.

In this lawn, low shrubs were dotted around, whenever a touch of bright red or a bit of deep blue caught the eye, it sure belonged to a flourishing fruit tree.

"Please note, the Fond Spirits on this floor, either innate or acquired, all tend to be timid."

"Visitors are advised to avoid startling them, if you want to feed them, please use the food we provide, any independent action is not allowed."

An old woman with white hair and a walking stick, turned out to be a staff member.

She sat on the back of a Bronze Bull which was old and had lost an eye, softly and gently reminding Ye Hanjun of a series of precautions.

Ye Hanjun listened patiently, then casually chose a direction for a stroll.

"Squeak!!"

About thirty meters away, a plump Earth Rock Rat was digging a hole. The minute vibrations caused it to immediately contract its neck, disguising itself as a rock.

Ye Hanjun took one look at it. Good heavens, it was missing both of its hind legs. No wonder its digging looked so clumsy.

"Peep! Peep!"

Two Rotating Swallows swooped over his head, dropping two bird droppings.

With a casual grace, Ye Hanjun dodged to avoid being dirtied by such filth.

Then he shook his head. The Rotating Swallows at first glance looked graceful and identical to their normal kind.

Who could imagine that when they landed, they couldn’t fully fold their wings?

They always had to crash into soft leaves to counteract their own impact before they could return to their nests.