Chapter 43

Although Gu Han looked very kind, the little thing did not appreciate his kindness. It puffed its cheeks and was about to give him another shot.

"Brother Chu, Brother Chu, aren't you going to discipline him? Home education, you know?! Hey, little kid, don't be so rude!" Seeing the situation, Gu Han was greatly alarmed and hurriedly sought help from Chu He.

Xiaobai could contend with a third-level beast without falling behind. With Gu Han's cultivation, he really couldn't match it. If it hadn't shown mercy in its last attack, Gu Han would have already turned into an ice stick.

"Ha ha, who asked you to speak without restraint? Alright, Xiaobai, don't bully the strange uncle." Chu He saw Gu Han's embarrassed look, laughed for a while, and then stopped Xiaobai from getting angry again.

"What a powerful little guy. Have you made a blood pact with it?" Seeing it calm down, Gu Han dared to approach Chu He and ask.

"Blood pact? Not yet, what's the use?" Hearing Gu Han mention it, Chu He couldn't help but ask. In the past, in the game, establishing a connection with a spirit beast seemed to involve a blood recognition.

Listening to Gu Han's detailed explanation, Chu He learned:

The blood pact is commonly used between cultivators and spirit beasts. Once signed, the spirit beast's loyalty will greatly increase, and the two can have a mental connection similar to that of a magical treasure, significantly enhancing their combat effectiveness.

Some sects specialize in commanding a hundred beasts as their vanguard. With a wave of their hand, ten thousand beasts surge forth, displaying incredible power in large-scale battles, capable of taking on ten or a hundred enemies, invincible in all directions.

When selecting a spirit beast, the higher the rank and potential, the better. A spirit beast like Xiaobai, which can contend with a third-level beast shortly after birth, has great potential and is worth keeping under one's command.

After listening, Chu He was very moved and immediately set out with it, heading straight for the Scripture Pavilion to look for a better blood pact spell.

The Scripture Pavilion is a place that provides various kinds of spells. It generally offers spells below the innate realm. To browse through them, one has to deduct contribution points. There are also innate realm spells, but the required sect contribution points are astronomical, and disciples who haven't reached the innate realm can't accumulate that many.

Sect contribution points are generally calculated based on completing tasks issued by the sect. The more difficult the task, the more contribution points one gets.

The use of contribution points goes beyond this. They can also be exchanged for spirit stones, magical treasures, and other items within the sect, making them almost omnipotent.

From all aspects, contribution points are a positive thing. Many disciples with low aptitude are loyal to the sect, pouring their blood and sweat, to accumulate contribution points, hoping to advance their future path.

Chu He now had fifty-six contribution points, which he had accumulated in just over two months, a terrifying rate. Many inner sect disciples might not have as many points in a year.

When he learned this number, Gu Han whistled and said, "Wow, how did you do it? I only have seven contribution points."

Previously, Chu He had been frantically taking tasks on the Qianji Jade, focusing on the spirit stone rewards without paying much attention to the contribution points. Since irrigating the spirit fields was a minor task, completing six tasks was required to exchange for one contribution point. Who knew Chu He had managed to accumulate so many points from this minor task.

The Scripture Pavilion is located on a peak called Ling Pavilion, next to Lingxiu Peak.

The deeper they flew, the more majestic the peaks became, appearing ethereal and dreamlike.

Occasional showers came and went in the mountains. Flying closer, they suddenly encountered a heavy downpour.

The two quickly raised their protective spirit energy to keep the rain out. Xiaobai stood on Chu He's shoulder, occasionally "ya ya" shouting, clearly excited by the unusual sight.

Raindrops pattered on the protective shield, and the high-speed flight turned them into mist, leaving a trail of mist behind their bodies.

In just a few breaths, the distant giant peaks were near. Two enormous peaks loomed like a heavenly gate, so massive that they could only be gazed at, not climbed.

Due to the abundant summer rain, countless waterfalls cascaded from the peaks, like dancing jade dragons, with the mist reflecting the light from unknown sources, forming colorful rainbows.

Ancient trees with sprawling branches and leaves covered the mountains, exuding an ancient and沧桑 (ancient) atmosphere.

Bright-feathered cranes and various auspicious birds frequently appeared and chirped in the mist, and the occasional cry of a monkey from the mountains added to the sense of depth and vastness.

Although Chu He had experienced similar feelings in virtual games before, seeing such scenery in reality made his heart surge even more: flying with a magical tool in such a fairyland was truly delightful.

At the waist of Ling Pavilion Peak, they showed their identities to the guard. Gu Han then summoned his black-red magic sword, and Chu He retracted his Feiyun Leap and climbed onto it. At this height, the low-grade Feiyun Leap could no longer ascend, and they had to rely on the magic sword.

However, even Gu Han's magic sword couldn't reach the destination in one go. After flying about ten miles high, it couldn't withstand the strong wind. The two landed and continued up a wide stone staircase.

They heard that Ling Pavilion Peak was only of medium height among the ninety-nine peaks, but its height was unknown. They wondered what the peak named Qing would look like.

Along the way, they saw many pavilions and palaces built in areas with dense spiritual energy. Many fellow disciples were going up and down the stairs, and Chu He and Gu Han greeted them with a bow.

After climbing a few miles, they reached a small white jade square at the end of the stairs, behind which stood a five-story pavilion.

The spiritual energy here was very dense, much stronger than at Luogang Ridge. Chu He, like a newcomer from the countryside, was desperately absorbing the spiritual energy, making his lungs feel icy and very comfortable.

The little thing on his shoulder also mimicked him, wrinkling its little nose and "shooing" along.

Seeing this, Gu Han secretly spat: In such a short time, these two guys are already acting the same.

On the side corridors and the central open area of the square, there were many Qingling Mountain disciples. Some were meditating, some were thinking deeply, some were arguing intensely, and some were enjoying each other's company.

As they walked in, the snippets of conversation they heard were all about cultivation. Chu He liked this atmosphere. If not for a specific purpose, he would have liked to stop and listen, to feel the atmosphere.

Whether walking alone or inviting others to join, as long as one could advance further on the path, it was a method Chu He aspired to.

The layout inside the pavilion was similar to a library on Earth, except that jade slips replaced books. The categories were very clear, with obvious signs, making it easy for cultivators like spirit farmers and alchemists to find what they needed.

The pavilion was about one acre in size, with a small part consisting of rows of sandalwood shelves holding jade slips, and the larger part used for visitors to rest and meditate.

Led by Gu Han, they came to a desk dedicated to spirit beasts, where they were greeted by an old cultivator with white hair and beard.

In Qingling Mountain, sword cultivators were more common, and those who raised spirit beasts were rare, so this area was rather deserted.

The old cultivator, who originally looked calm and sleepy, immediately opened his eyes wide when he saw Xiaobai on Chu He's shoulder, his eyes shining with a greedy light, startling Chu He and Gu Han: This look was too familiar, clearly the greedy look of someone who had seen something good!