The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 955 - 377: 8th Rank_2

"Very good,"

Ye Hanjun acknowledged:

"Having a ’traitor’ like you, we can save a lot of effort."

"It is an honor for Niu Tiechui to serve the master!"

Niu Tiechui knocked his head on the ground three times, swelling his forehead but still wearing a sycophantic smile:

"I beseech the master to give Niu Tiechui a chance! I am willing to go through fire and water, to be a daring ox under the master’s command! I’ll strike wherever you point, with absolute loyalty!"

"We’ll see about your performance."

Ye Hanjun was in no hurry to agree, as it was just a scared, pitiful ox before him, without any true sincerity.

"Yes!"

However, Niu Tiechui, as if he had received the greatest commendation in the world, thumped his fist against his chest, with joy in his eyes and determination on his cheeks, a rarity among oxen.

Ye Hanjun glanced over, his expression neutral as usual.

He walked to an open space, and with a thought, a gray stone door shining with the sacred radiance of the stars stood erect between the caverns.

Strands of the essence of time spread out from the stone door.

Su Mei, Li Jingming, Wang Xinfei...the Seven Great Disciples immediately assumed a solemn demeanor.

Niu Tiechui drew a sharp breath, staring at the towering stone door in astonishment, his mouth wide open, at a loss for words to express his admiration.

"The Door of the Holy War, open!"

"Boom—"

A slight earthquake lasted for several seconds.

The congealed mist of grey dispersed, quickly filling half of the nest with an aura ancient and primal.

Under such a stunning scene, one after another, figures passed through the stone door, arriving at this place in their true form.

Gongsun Bo, Gongsun Qin, Wei Nan, Wei Liu, Quan Qingya... more than half of them were followers from Zhuxing that had been stationed in Julu Forest.

Shu Mei, Hu Dai, Gu, Ying Xiu, Ying Ming... some belonged to the predecessor of Fire, ’Steal Fire’, others to the predecessor of Yeren, ’Shadow Alliance’, all were senior members of high rank.

Dong Feng, Gu Miaoyu, Tan Ziping, Yan Xuehui, Huo Xin, Yu Yu... once fellow sect members of Canghai Pavilion, now scattered across three major forces, serving as pillars, had also hurried to this place.

"We greet the great Shenyi!"

After arriving, the followers bowed in unison.

Some, due to injuries or other important tasks, had not been able to go to Julu Forest and had not personally witnessed the descent of the first emissary of the divine, deeply regretting it.

Now, they looked on with curiosity at Ye Hanjun, who resembled a saint, their spirits lifted a hundredfold.

"This place shall be the next site for preaching. Do not resort to violence, nor confuse the masses with demon words, nor exaggerate. Execute the established doctrines strictly. Those with deceitful intentions are not wanted, nor are the weak and incapable who refuse to change... The deadline is five years, do not wait for the time to pass."

"We will follow the great Shenyi’s decree with care!"

The followers, either bowing or kneeling on one knee, after completing their salutations, naturally divided into different action teams, beginning to explore the cave formally.

Su Mei, Li Jingming, and Wang Xinfei watched and protected along with the teams.

Renwo Kuang, Dongfang Xu, Lin Pingfan, and Bai Qin left the cave directly, heading to places beyond the nest.

Including Ye Liuying, who, accompanied by Mu Shoucong and Ye Dong, rode away on the Black Demon King, freely exploring the unknown regions of Hung Ox Cave.

The preaching...had begun!

The main work of the followers involved inventorying supplies, rescuing hostages, and aiding the wounded.

They managed order by promoting good and driving out evil, assisting in the reconstruction of order.

The task for the eight evangelists was even more weighty.

They were not only tasked with clearing out the remnants of old forces below the three Niusanwang but also selecting appropriate humans to join Zhuxing, Fire, Yeren, and the Black Demon Church to amass enough fresh blood for the future ’Grey Sun God Church.’

These were the true reasons why Ye Hanjun did not hesitate to personally travel to the Hung Ox Cave.

He was just a step away from the 8th Rank.

By forcibly taking over this place, he made the brutal opposing oxen pay their due, and the humans at the bottom of the food chain naturally regained their dignity.

And the addition of followers in a short period was certain to yield Experience Points, breaking through the barrier to the next Rank—imminent!

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"Great Shenyi, we’ve heard that after you killed Niudawang and Niusanwang, there was cheering throughout the lands of Hung Ox Cave!"

"My friends, who are also ox hunters, have emerged from their hiding places, eager to see you and follow your future footsteps!"

In the Hung Ox Cave, Ye Hanjun woke up, the vital energies depleted by the ’Door of the Holy War’ finally having eased.

As soon as he left, Joe Jia led his sister Joe Hua over, their eyes filled with earnest hope, difficult to refuse.

"Bring them over then."

Ye Hanjun considered for a moment, he was not averse to the idea.

The three Niuwang, with their arbitrary and tyrannical laws, had harmed over a million beings within a few hundred years.

Those who resisted under such oppression were far more spirited than those who kneeled and groveled to survive.

"Da... da... da..."

The disordered footsteps grew closer, a group of Human Masters clad in leather or steel armor, mostly disheveled and sallow-faced, presenting a very wretched appearance.

Ye Hanjun gazed at them and noticed that the leading three exuded deep auras, and the Ability that naturally accompanied them faintly revealed anomalies, clearly not weaklings that could be crushed with a single finger.

"I am Joe Jian, I’ve seen the first emissary beneath the Grey Sun God,"

a nondescript old man with white hair, greeted respectfully.

Joe Jia immediately introduced:

"Great Shenyi, this is a distant relative of my great-grandfather, with whom I share a certain blood relation!"

"A Rank, mechanic Skill master?"

Ye Hanjun glanced sideways, speaking to himself.

Joe Jian startled, an unexpected chill running down his back.

He stood stunned for a few seconds, then with a bow, knelt halfway to the ground, paying homage in an even more solemn fashion: