Beast Tamer: Super Lucky Starting Contract

The deal that Yufeng Qilin requested might not be possible. Nowadays, mythical beasts like dragon, phoenix and Qilin have long been lost in history and turned into legends. Where can Mo Xu find a descendant of Qilin?

Alas, it was not that he disrespected the old man, but he had no choice but to accept this complete portion of Qilin's true blood.

Seeing that Mo Xu didn't answer, Qilin frowned: "What? You don't want to?"

Mo Xu swallowed his drool and said seriously, "Senior Qilin, it's not that I don't want to, but in this era, we haven't heard of a Qilin being born for a long time. Qilin is only a legend."

"Legend?" Yufeng Qilin's old eyelids twitched. He had a bad feeling and asked, "How old are you now? Tell me the story, young man."

Mo Xu had no choice but to introduce what he knew about the history of Zhanxing, including the iconic "resurrection" event.

Yufeng Qilin was silent for a long time after hearing this, and then he asked Mo Xu uncertainly: "You mean, the "revival" happened more than 800 years ago, and the history of human beast control is only more than 400 years?"

"Correct."

After hearing Mo Xu's confirmation, Qilin fell into deep thought again, as if he was deducing something.

"How could this be? How could this be?" After a while, Yufeng Qilin shouted a little out of control, even with a horrified expression on his face, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes squeezed into a ball as his pupils dilated.

"Senior?" Mo Xu was also frightened by the sudden ferocious appearance of Yufeng Qilin.

Yufeng Qilin murmured a few words, then suddenly stretched out his hands and grabbed Mo Xu's shoulders. He tightly grasped Mo Xu's clothes and said seriously, "Boy, listen to me!"

"My true body, the Wind-controlling Kirin, has long since died. I am only a remnant of my soul left behind to guard this trial site and the mausoleum of my master."

"Behind this place is the mausoleum of my master. My master brought my real body with him in the past, hoping to reach a higher level of enlightenment and become a true emperor, but he failed at the last moment and was... "

When he said this, a vortex suddenly appeared in the sky of the secret realm, and a muffled thunder sounded.

Mo Xu was originally in the underground palace, but the sound of thunder suddenly exploded in his ears, causing severe pain in his eardrums, drowning out Qilin's words.

Yufeng Qilin also heard the thunder and raised his head, looking up at the sky as if he could penetrate the underground palace. He snorted coldly, "Sure enough, there is a ghost!"

He loosened his hands, and his hunched body became as agile as a beast. He jumped down the nine steps and landed on all fours. He let out a low roar, and his green and yellow robe rustled. The two colors blended together and burst out with extraordinary supernatural energy.

The whole body of the Wind-Controlling Qilin also glowed with white light, and its shape changed and enlarged several times. After just a moment, it transformed from a human into a tall monster.

The patterns on the pillars, the throne, and the robes were exactly the same, and it looked like a Qilin! However, the real Qilin was even more majestic, and it seemed to have the momentum to look down on the world.

The Qilin raised its dragon-like head and roared towards the sky. The Qilin reliefs on the nine pillars on the left and right also resonated with it and roared together, with a sound even louder than the thunder in the sky.

The gap in the sky of the secret realm also healed quickly under the roar of the Qilin's true body, returning to its complete purple glass.

Although Mo Xu couldn't see, he was also shocked by the situation. What happened? Did Qilin say something he shouldn't have said, attracting a more terrifying existence?

Xiu Xiu also trembled: "How terrifying."

After the Wind-Riding Qilin stopped its movements, the pillars on both sides also stopped roaring, but the lingering sound of the roar still lingered around the palace, and the Qilin reliefs on the pillars still soared into the sky, emitting a conspicuous and extraordinary light.

The tall Qilin stepped on the hazy green and yellow air, crossed nine steps, and came to Mo Xu again.

The visual impact of the ancient mythical beast was too strong. In his heart, Mo Xu really wanted to risk his life to touch it, but he didn't dare. He just said, "Senior..."

Before Mo Xu could ask anything, the Wind-controlling Qilin interrupted him. It spoke in human language, its voice like gold and stone: "I'm afraid what I was about to say has alarmed... Him. I have sublimated my residual soul to the utmost and restored it to its prime, but I won't live long. So, human boy and grass boy, I have something I can only tell you, please listen carefully..."

Mo Xu actually didn't want to listen. It was obvious that a fight of this level was not something he could get involved in. What he wanted most was to get the reward, go back to retrieve his friends, and then escape from this secret realm.

But Qilin did not give them a chance to choose: "These words may be related to the secrets of the past and present! They may concern the life and death of the human race!"

"It's about the human race?" Mo Xu was a little confused. How could it suddenly come to this? But he couldn't help but look serious.

"My master's name is Ling Qingfeng. The world called him "The Great Kirin"! When my real body and my master died, my master told me that he suspected..."

As Mo Xu listened, he suddenly felt his head a little dizzy. He shook it slightly but found nothing unusual.

After saying this, Yufeng Qilin continued, "...Originally my Lord was just speculating, but since you said "revival", it must be that someone else in the future discovered something, so..."

It was another long paragraph. Mo Xu felt as if his head was filled with lead. He could only understand fragments of the words, and he had completely forgotten everything he had heard before.

It was as if something was interfering in the dark, and even the familiar language became strange.

Mo Xu pressed his temple and interrupted Qilin: "Senior, I... don't seem to understand."

Yufeng Qilin was stunned. Wasn't he speaking plain language? He didn't play dumb. "What don't you understand?"

Mo Xu shook his head and denied it: "No! I understood it, but then I forgot it."

“Forgot?” Yufeng Qilin reacted, bared his teeth and looked up at the sky, and cursed in a very ungraceful manner: “Fuck, it’s never going to end, right?”

"What about you?" Yufeng Qilin looked at Xiu Xiu with anger in his round eyes.

"I... can't remember either," Xiuxiu said weakly.

Yufeng Qilin refused to believe it and repeated what he had said to them, but they still couldn't remember. He cursed, "You two, how can you be so stupid!"

Mo Xu shrugged, there was nothing he could do.

It seems that this is what the legend says, knowledge doesn't even enter the brain.

The Wind-controlling Qilin condensed its extraordinary energy and transformed paper and pen into something else in the palace. As its mind moved, the brush fell down and wrote a long article.

But similar to the situation just now, when it came to writing the important passages, the extraordinary brush became unstable and was about to dissipate.

The Wind-controlling Qilin stepped forward with its front paw, and extraordinary energy burst out. It tried hard to stabilize the brush and paper, but it failed, and both of them exploded.

"This is too much!" Yufeng Qilin was extremely angry. After a loud roar, he flew into the air, looking like he was looking for someone to fight for his life. But he soon lost his momentum and fell back to the ground, sighing: "That's it."

"It seems that this secret is no longer 'speakable'. Boy, I'll tell you one last thing. If you don't remember it, forget it."

"Remember, try to visit ancient tombs in the future. If my master's guess is correct, the truth will be revealed in the emperor's tomb."

This sentence reached Mo Xu's ears in its entirety, and he remembered it completely.

"Remember it." Mo Xu lowered his chin and recited it again.

The Wind-controlling Qilin finally showed a look of relief, and extraordinary light spots emanated from his body, seemingly dissipating.

"Senior!" Mo Xu was filled with sadness.

His sorrow was genuine; the "Qilin's true blood" that the old man promised had not yet been given to him, and now it was going to disappear after an inexplicable live-action performance.

"Why are you howling?" The Wind-controlling Qilin transformed into an old man again, still wearing the same green and yellow robe, and stood in front of Mo Xu again.

Mo Xu blinked embarrassedly: "I didn't think..."

"You thought I was dead?" Yufeng Qilin laughed at himself, "It's almost dead, but I can still hold on for a while."

He stopped talking nonsense, holding Mo Xu with one hand and putting the other hand on Xiu Xiu's head: "Let's go!"

His eyes went dark again, and when he opened them again, Mo Xu had returned to the front of the maze.

Mo Xu first felt a pain in his coccyx and stood up by holding his buttocks.

Xiuxiu also came over and said, "We are back."

Yufeng Qilin was standing a few steps in front of them with his back to them. Mo Xu picked up Xiu Xiu and walked over.

The Wind-controlling Qilin waved his sleeves, dispersing the dark fog in the distance. Light instantly came there, revealing a large open space like a square. There were three stone statues on the left side of the square, and only a broken one on the right.

"This place was the scene of a great war, and countless monsters were turned into bones and blood. The entire mausoleum was built by my master when he was dying and asked me to use my great magic power to condense it, hoping to leave it to the descendants of the human race. The maze behind you was built by me out of selfishness, hoping to open a back door for the people who contracted the Qilin clan, but I didn't expect that you would pass through it."

“Let’s not talk about this anymore. Since there is no Qilin in the world now, this thing belongs to you.” Qilin grabbed from the void, and an ancient stone jar flew over from somewhere under the square.

Mo Xu took the stone jar and opened it. Inside was thick blood, which only covered a layer at the bottom of the jar. There were faint green and yellow energies flowing, which was extremely extraordinary.

Even Mo Xu, as a human being, could feel the vast essence of blood and flesh, let alone Xiu Xiu.

Xiu Xiu climbed onto Mo Xu's little arm and grabbed the mouth of the jar, wishing she could stuff herself in: "It smells so good!"

It thought to itself that nothing like Kung Pao Chicken and McDonald's was as good as what was there.

Fortunately, the old man didn’t know that Xiu Xiu was comparing real blood with later Western fast food, otherwise his beard would have been crooked with anger.

He entrusted this junior whom he had only seen before his death: "Keep it well. You and Cao Boy are too weak now. When you reach the King level, this item may help you all the way to success."

Mo Xu could hear the regret from Yufeng Qilin's voice. Now that the Qilin clan had disappeared, the real blood could only be used as an ordinary thing.

Of course, this ordinary is not ordinary in the literal sense. Just the rich blood and real blood are comparable to priceless treasures.

But if outsiders use it, the Qilin clan’s heritage will be destroyed.

He was such a powerful person during his lifetime, but after his death he couldn't even pass on his inheritance to his blood-related descendants. You can imagine how disappointed and unwilling he was.

However, Mo Xu suddenly had an idea and seemed to have come up with a solution, but he didn't know whether it would work.

"Senior Qilin, have you ever heard of a kind of evolution called "transfiguration evolution"? "