The little fellow was asking for praise, puffing out his chest with both pride and pleasure, as if saying: "Quick, praise ! Keep the complints coming! Don’t stop!"
"Truly impressive."
Ye Hanjun smiled radiantly, making affectionate forehead rubs with GuaGua. The Ice-cold and refreshing sensation felt as if pressing against a block of ice.
"Wow, Liuying!"
"Eh eh eh, Sui, Lijing, Xinfie... You’re all here, such big changes, GuaGua almost didn’t recognize you!"
GuaGua frolicked around, restless, taking in the surroundings.
Without realizing it, he locked his gaze on Lord Cong, who had a straight green onion on his head and an overwhelming curiosity surged:
"What a fragrant onion! Let pluck it! Don’t run!"
"Eh?"
Lord Cong extended his pale green onion arms, imdiately protecting the onion on his head as if shielding a personally cultivated flower, filled with wariness:
"Though you are a Contracted Fond Spirit of a Godslayer Asura and a Pure Beast, deserving respect..."
"But I am a Guardian Saint Spirit of the Ye Clan and have lived over ten thousand years. Be careful, or you’ll get a beating for being so naughty!"
"What about respecting the old and loving the young, ever heard of that?"
GuaGua didn’t care and using his miraculous speed, managed to hug an onion, trying to pull it out like picking a radish:
"You are not old yet, and I am still young!"
"Let have one onion to play with! I want to use it for a bath! After soaking, I’ll cook it for the Big Tadpole! Multi-use! It definitely won’t go to waste!"
"Nonsense!"
Lord Cong’s chin was adorned with plant roots, feigning anger while glaring and puffing:
"My onions, gather the essence of heaven and earth, converging the spirit of myriad things. It takes ten years to grow just one centiter!"
"Giving you a whole one would completely ruin my appearance, absolutely not!"
"Oh, Grandpa Cong is so stingy!"
GuaGua hugged the onion tightly, refusing to let go. Because he couldn’t pull it out, he started biting.
After biting for a long ti, other than a row of faint tooth marks, he couldn’t bite off a single piece.
"Stop biting! My scalp itches! It’s making grow a brain!"
Lord Cong blew out breaths with his big green mouth, and suddenly the onion on his head ca to life, turning into onion-shaped vines that bound GuaGua tightly, ending his endeavors miffed:
"You’re still young? You’re already a Radiant World Embryo!"
"The power of a Godslayer Asura is terrifying indeed, even able to break free from the equal rank restrictions between Patron and Spirit. Looking around, there’s none like you!"
Ye Hanjun smiled silently, while the others saluted him solemnly, most of them quite serious.
Lord Cong was right; this indeed was an effect bestowed by the "Pioneer Sect Leader."
[Guardian Beast], this Passive Ability wasn’t that simple.
It could help missionaries and high-ranking mbers solve tough situations at critical tis.
Even more crucially, its effect was to "break limitations."
A Seventh Rank Patron could allow his Contracted Spirit to freely grow to the 8th Rank without worrying about being suppressed.
The presence of this ability, based on past accumulations and coupled with several hundred years of normal developnt, didn’t surprise anyone that GuaGua had reached the state of Radiant World Embryo upon awakening.
"Where’s Little Black Hat? I miss her!"
Feeling vulnerable, GuaGua no longer debated the issue of being young with Lord Cong, fearing he couldn’t win the argunt and would have to accept the reality of growing up.
He slipped back to Ye Hanjun’s side, looking up with hopeful eyes twinkling like little stars.
"I miss her too."
Ye Hanjun smiled faintly, lighting up the golden Scorpion Tail Mark on his left wrist.
The outline of the Summoning Array had just started to take shape when the elents in the space beca chaotic.
Windy, rainy, misty, frosty... An incredible series of bizarre phenona flickered, as a vague figure gradually beca clear.
"Wow..."
GuaGua’s little mouth ford a perfect circle, his large eyes filled with wonder:
"Little Black Hat... you’ve also changed so much..."
"GuaGua?"
Huazhu opened her eyes, two bright rays of golden light bursting forth, a calm face shining with fabulous brilliance.
Ye Hanjun was montarily stunned, his gaze as if coated with glue, firmly sticking to Huazhu.
Whether it was Unlimited Foetus or Shining World Fetus, both belonged to small ascension, unrelated to evolution.
But the Witch that t his eyes had undergone a massive transformation, different as day from night from her past self.
On her black sharp-cornered Witch Hat, embroidered around the edges: sun, rain, wind, fog, snow, sand, lightning and thunder... about ten different natural symbols, etched upon it.
Her witch robe was no longer coral gold, lacking the past extravagance.
But from Ye Hanjun’s perspective, this garnt was very close to ceremonial, worn only during special occasions, its underlying significance not trivial.
It also had a variety of natural symbols, all related to weather.
White, yellow, blue, gray, purple... Constructed in five colors, it appeared extraordinary. If one did not have sufficient status, wearing such attire signaled impropriety.
Then—Huazhu’s skin was no longer pale, the circulation of blood close to that of a normal human.
The scorpion tail was still present, but like the elental wings, its presence continued to lessen, seeming more like a derivative of ceremonial attire, defining her not as a human, but as a Witch aligned with mysterious powers.
"Mutated?"
Ye Hanjun’s heart chilled, activating Talent Identification.
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[Species Na]: Weather Witch
[Chaos Seal]: "Witch"
[Main Study]: Spell Way / Technique Way / Magic Way / Perception Tao
[Rank]: Radiant World Embryo - Minor Achievent
[Chaos Spirit Pattern]: 270050 pattern "Storm Impact", 298000 pattern "Weather Change: Clear / Rain / Cloud / Fog / Wind / Sand / Flash / Frost / Snow / Hail", 298888 pattern "Wind Instant Skill", 299555 pattern "Weather Bubble", 300000 pattern "Celestial Surround", 300000 pattern "Great Sky Tempest"...
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