Ascension

"chug-chug-chug-chug-"

Transformed back into a pure white tadpole, all skills returned.

Whether it's "Floating Bubbles" or "Water Guns", there is no difference from before.

Ye Hanjun observed it repeatedly with his naked eyes and perception, and found that there was no sense of violation at all.

It was as if the ascension just now was fake and the product of a dream.

"Unbelievable."

"When I look like me, anyone can see that it's clumsy. I don't look like a real human being at all."

"Become a tadpole, everything will be the same as before, whether it's rank or ability?"

Ye Hanjun was amazed again and again.

"Yay! Yay!"

The little tadpole played for half a circle, and then with a pop, it transformed back into the form of an enlightened frog.

It sits on the third-grade lotus platform, like a jade-carved stone beast enshrined in a temple, with a lifelike appearance.

"What else can you become?" Ye Hanjun asked.

In order to prevent the little guy from not understanding, he used his hands and feet to make gestures.

With great difficulty, Guagua understood what he meant. Her big eyes moved back and forth and locked on the flower candle next to her.

"puff--"

The golden light flashed, and the melons remained motionless.

It looked around in confusion, as if it didn't understand why the skill it had just learned failed.

"Maybe it's because of your rank?" Lord Ye Han considered, "Hua Zhu is Xia Zhao Xiaocheng, so you can't transform while aiming at a target with a higher level than you?"

"Huh?"

The Enlightenment Frog tilted his head, and an idea flashed in his head.

With a soft pop, its form suddenly dissipated, and a one-meter-tall humanoid girl appeared on the spot.

She possesses a pair of pincers and a long scorpion tail on her back.

Wearing a black and white gradient dress, her body was dirty, and her exposed skin was covered in scars.

"Huh?"

The gray desert witch raised her head.

Although a pair of eyes also had dim snake pupils, they did not have the indifference that had experienced life and death, and they were not cold at all.

At first glance, it looks more like a newborn baby, with dark eyes and a very pleasing appearance.

"Except for the eyes, the appearance is almost identical."

Huazhu appeared in front of Guagua instantly, looking at each other one meter apart.

She couldn't hide the surprise on her face, and she inadvertently saw the figure from the past again, which really touched her.

"Can I use skills?"

Ye Hanjun asked a more critical question.

If the target transformed by "Transformation" can also master the opponent's spells, this skill is simply too abnormal to be added.

"Quack...quack?"

Guagua at least knows what "skills" are.

It tremblingly raised the pliers on its right side and waved it wildly in the air.

He held his breath again, wanting to imitate the little black hat and secrete sand from his body.

——All failed.

It seems to have only appearance and aura, but no real core.

"Accreditation."

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[Race Name]: Enlightenment Frog→Desert Witch
[Chaos Seal]: "Pure" → "Witch"

[Major]: Pure Path/Pure Path/Transformation Path

[Rank]: Xiazhao's Fetus·Xuyin → Clay Sculpture's Fetus·Dacheng

[Chaos Spirit Pattern]: ×××
[Core Personality]: "Innocent"

[Current status]: Transformation

[Contract relationship]: None

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"really……"

Ye Hanjun dismissed unnecessary expectations.

If it really becomes something, what kind of skills does it have.

A mere extreme skill of 300 lines cannot explain the value behind it at all.

Simply having the appearance and having an aura that is hard to distinguish between real and fake is already very impressive.

"Chong!"

Hua Zhu gently waved the scissors and pliers, colliding with Gua Gua's scorpion pliers, making a crisp sound.

Then he used the large scorpion tail and tapped the small scorpion tail, and found that the mimic body did not dissipate so easily.

"Although I can't use skills, how do I feel that it has the characteristics of the witch clan?"

"Even if it imitates the dark and shining form, this body is still in affinity with the sand element?"

"Ah..."

The Desert Witch dissipated and Guagua returned to his true form.

The golden light then lit up, and when I looked at it again, it turned into a perfect sandstorm witch made of clay.

"Hu-hu-"

The faint wind element revolved around it. Guagua opened his eyes, which had turned into a bright golden color.

It wears a snow-white witch skirt, with iconic scissors on both sides, and a scorpion tail with black and white spiral stripes on the back.

This appearance of cleansed and unrivaled elegance is exactly the same as that of Hua Zhu who has just completed the transformation ceremony.

"Wind... wind..."

Guagua opened his mouth and no longer made any disobedient croaking sounds.

It actually said the word "wind" in the language of the Witch Clan.

Although he spoke very reluctantly, like a child who had just learned to speak, he was stumbling and unable to connect coherently.

But with such a performance, both Hua Zhu and Ye Hanjun's eyes shimmered.

Can you master the other party's language by changing its form?

Doesn't this mean that the deep body structure is indeed very realistic?

"Cuck!"

Guagua transforms back into his original form.

As for myself being able to change, I felt uncomfortable at the beginning and gradually transitioned to the joy of finding a beloved toy.

After some guidance from Ye Hanjun, he discovered that the "Transformation Technique" had many potential limitations.

First, the rank cannot exceed Guagua.

Second, it can only master skills when it transforms into its past form of "pure white tadpole"; it cannot only retain its own characteristics and basic mobility.

Third, a very important point is that if you want to transform, you need to be familiar with the target.

The dark and shining desert witch and the transformed sandstorm witch are the existences that Guagua comes into contact with repeatedly in his daily life, and they are deeply remembered.

But if he points at a random creature, such as the eye demon or the bat-winged demon in Lord Yehan's pocket, Guagua cannot transform successfully in one go.

It requires familiarity.

and - level of interest.

Beholder Demon, Bat-Wing Demon, and Guagua are still willing to explore.

After summoning the Doomsday Messenger, the little guy looked at it for a long time. The words "not interested" were almost written on his face.

Of course, this is not the most outrageous thing.

Guagua can not only turn into living things, but also dead things!

When it accidentally turned into a bathtub, Ye Hanjun's mouth twisted again and again.

This size, this volume... isn't it the same style as the bathroom in Villa 233?
Because we take a bath together every day, does this bathtub look familiar?
Then if the kettle is sealed, wouldn't it also be able to change?
"Cuck!"

Melons turn into kettles, just like a dime.

It can even turn into a blood-sucking dagger. When it is pulled hard, it will not trigger the blood-sucking effect, but the sharpness is similar.

"Are you trying to rebel against heaven?"

"From today on, when you learn human language, you will look like me, and when you learn witch language, you will look like Hua Zhu. This should speed up your language understanding..."

"Others, learn more about acting..."

"When it comes time for you to confuse the fake with the real thing, your acting skills will be tested, and the rest is not so important..."

……

After successive transformations, Guagua showed rare fatigue.

You know, in the past, machine water cannons would not have such consumption when firing continuously.

"Yeah..."

Guagua transformed back into the form of a tadpole, took the initiative to get into the kettle, turned into a stone, and fell asleep.

Ye Hanjun pondered for a moment, and after formulating the next development strategy, his eyes fell on the snake eggs.

As expected, it would be better to eat this egg of the Man-Faced Demon Snake!

There is really no need to spend too much resources and time to cultivate a supernumerary companion spirit that will never be contracted in the future.

No matter how strong the Man-Faced Demon Snake is, it is only strong at this stage.

When Lord Ye Han reaches the third level, Hua Zhu, Gua Gua, and Mo, any one of them who breaks through to Yu Ying's womb, will probably be difficult to find rivals at the same level.

Thinking of this, Mr. Ye Han no longer hesitated.

He put the snake eggs in a sack and carried them on his back.

Although it is a bit heavy, the hardness of the eggshell is comparable to metal, so you don't have to worry about it being punctured casually.

……

Half a day later, Ye Hanjun successfully left the mountainside.

It was daytime at this time, and the dense forest that blocked the sky still created a dark atmosphere.

Acid spiders can be seen everywhere, and countless corpses have been eaten. The dangers of the jungle are obvious to all.

Because it was going down the mountain, Ye Hanjun's footsteps were faster.

After several waves of small-scale battles, the mass burial village built against the mountains finally came into view.

"Sir, you are finally back."

The Marquis of Qin, who was on patrol, put down the long bow in his hand and breathed a sigh of relief.

Lord Yehan spent a week going up the mountain. If he didn't return, there was a [-]% chance that he would encounter disaster.

Being able to return now indicates that this person's strength is unfathomable, and his combat ability must not be misjudged just because of his position as a scholar.

"Has the village chief returned?" Ye Hanjun asked.

"Returned." Qin Hou nodded, "The old man took a big risk and went to the devil spider's lair, and successfully stole a precious medicine."

"Xiaoyu's spider poison has been cured, and all that's left is to rest."

"In the future, even if her lifespan is not as long as that of an ordinary person, we will try our best to ensure that she has enough food and clothing. Sir, you don't have to worry about her."

"That's fine."

Ye Hanjun followed Qin Hou into the village and met the old village chief.

This old man who is over a hundred years old actually has the strength of the third level. No wonder he can protect the safety of the village.

Ye Hanjun simply exchanged greetings and did not talk in depth.

After leaving the village chief's house, he went to the backyard and found Lao Liu leisurely chewing wild fruits.

"Hey, did you enjoy the food?"

After a week of care, the six-legged cow-horse gained ten pounds and was clearly living a comfortable life.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeally!"

Lao Liu smelled his sleeves. The familiar smell and feeling suddenly softened his eyes and became as gentle as before.

"drive!"

Lord Ye Han got on his horse, waved to Qin Hou, Qin Yong and others, and ran wildly in the direction he came from.

...It was already five days later when I returned to the academy.

This trip took a full 17 days.

Ye Hanjun originally thought that after such a long time, his enthusiasm in the North Courtyard would decrease slightly.

Unexpectedly, nothing changed.

From the moment they enter the city gate, the six-legged cow and horse will be recognized.

When we returned to Canghai Pavilion, within a short time, everyone seemed to know about it.

Ye Hanjun took a bath and slept peacefully.

The next day, he went to the course selection hall to reactivate the cooking class.

At noon, we went to Cross Old Street to sell the materials harvested in batches and replenish the lost materials.

In the afternoon, I arrived at the training hall, and soon there was a knock on the door.

"Master Han."

Wang Xinfei, who was dressed in disguise, took off her covering coat to reveal her combat clothes underneath.

"Li Jingming and Su Mei went hunting? I didn't see her figure all morning." Ye Hanjun asked.

"Yes, it's not a good time for you to come back."

Wang Xinfei replied:
"This is the second time they have gone out hunting. They have just left for two days, and it will take three to five days before they come back."

Ye Hanjun nodded:

"Okay, today's special one-on-one training, be prepared to be abused."

"Yes!"

Wang Xinfei was in high spirits, summoned the contracted spirit, and while doing some warm-up exercises, she continued to report on the recent situation.

Lord Ye Han glanced at the armored horse.

This majestic and proud horse was successfully promoted to the clay sculpture consummation shortly after the freshman competition.

It also learned a new skill - "flying", with a strength of 70 lines, which is not bad.

"Today's opponent is not Huazhu or Guagua."

"Put on stronger protective gear and let the rest be up to you."

"Eh?"

Wang Xinfei was slightly startled when she saw a guy covered in bandages appear in her field of vision.

The air around him suddenly became solemn, as if he had suddenly arrived in a muddy and smelly swamp area. If he took a wrong step, he might encounter something unexpected.

"It hurts...where is the pain..."

"I haven't tasted pain for a long time..."

The Doomsday Messenger held his head, and his exposed mouth showed a mournful expression, perfectly interpreting what it means to be dissatisfied with desire.

"咴咴..."

The armored horse lowered its head, showing strong vigilance.

Danger!very dangerous!
This guy is definitely not a good person. This dark and turbid life breath... must go all out!
"Friends, do you want to enjoy the pain together?"

The Doomsday Messenger turned around in a circle, turned his head blankly, and looked at Lord Ye Han expectantly.

In its subconscious mind, Lord Yehan is the "pain-making machine".

The unfamiliar combination of Wang Xinfei and Armored Horse was not that exciting.

"This guy has a weird temper, don't worry about him."

"You can try your best to defeat it, kill it... and then survive in its hands."

"Kill?" Wang Xinfei's beautiful eyes flashed.

If I read it correctly, there was a mark that lit up just now.

I'm afraid this is a spirit that has been conquered by another person, with the same rank... How can he be so confident?
Wang Xinfei recognized Ye Hanjun's strength and his judgment.

But before participating in actual combat, she did not want to destroy her own morale.

"Hei Hei, come on!"

"Bee!"

The armored horse activates "Brute Force" and connects with "Armored Charge", which is the strongest skill.

Wang Xinfei didn't give in too much, and covered her tightly with "enhanced body armor" and "obstacle racing helmet".

Her eyes suddenly became sharp, and the armored horse under her seat became heavier and more powerful every time it stepped on the ground.

Passive Power - "Possibility of Collapsing Mountains"!
With this kind of power activated, the armored horse is like a moving mountain, with traces of aura of destruction escaping, and it is as awe-inspiring as the jade and the stone are destroyed together.

"brush--"

Wang Xinfei's right hand condenses a round energy shield, which is the active power "ejection shield".

Because she didn't know the type of ability the Doombringer had, she chose to be fully armed and just do what Ye Hanjun said... do her best!
"Pain...pain is coming?"

The Doomsday Messenger noticed something strange, tilted his head back, and looked at the man and the horse rushing faster and faster, the corners of his mouth raised upwards.

"Bang!!"

With an earth-shattering impact, the undefended Doomsday Messenger flew 50 meters away.

Like a weak victim, it hit the wall of the training room with a bang, and a bright and dazzling blood flower bloomed.

"It hurts...it hurts!"

"Come again... come again!"

The Doomsday Messenger's interest was completely diverted and he no longer bothered Lord Ye Han. He stood up, his heart burning with excitement.

Wang Xinfei's pupils suddenly shrank.

"Brute force" and "iron armor charge", the superposition of these two skills, some clay sculptures that are not known for their physique are perfect. If they are hit solidly, they will be disabled or disabled.

If you add the "crash of the mountain", even if the clay sculpture, which is famous for its defense, is perfect, it should be vomiting blood, and the strong blood will fall to the bottom in the blink of an eye.

This guy who yells "It hurts, it doesn't hurt enough"... what kind of monster is he?

Such a heavy blow indeed made the bandages all over his body soaked in blood.

But why can he still stand up, not caring about his injuries, and hungry for pain?
"Kui Helm, do it again!"

"咴咴!!"

There was another brutal impact, and the Doomsday Messenger lost an arm, and the entire demon flew out like a rag bag.

According to common sense, all the bones in its body have been broken, and its organs have been violently shaken. Even if it has a breath left, it will only be a flashback.

But it actually got up again, stood there staggeringly, stomped the ground hard with its right hand on crutches, and roared like crazy:
"Too light! Still too light!"

"I want to experience the pain of suffocation, don't stop! Keep going! Keep going!"

Wang Xinfei pursed her lips, feeling a faint chill in her heart.

Two heavy impacts, but failed to achieve the desired effect.

She sensed the potential danger and felt a dilemma.

"The pain...the pain is going away!"

The Doomsday Messenger threw away his crutches and grabbed the bandage on his cheek with his only hand. His distorted voice seemed to be filled with intense pain.

Wang Xinfei did not choose to continue the attack, and just rode the armored horse, maintaining a distance of 100 meters and watching what happened.

The wait lasted for a few minutes, which felt like a century.

The Doomsday Messenger's expectant expression disappeared, and instead, the corners of his cold mouth burst out with infinite hatred and anger.

"Trash! It's all trash!"

"Humans who don't know how to appreciate pain...die! Die! Die!"

The dense white bandages were waving like vine whips.

The doomsday messenger on crutches staggered out.

Every time the crutch hit the ground, it seemed to hit Wang Xinfei's chest, and an uncomfortable stinging sensation followed her.

"Hei Hei! Hide!"

"Bee!"

The armored horse gave up the attack, changed direction and sprinted.

The messenger of doom was in hot pursuit, its funny movements were terrifying and powerful. Wang Xinfei did not dare to be careless and frequently looked back to observe its movements.

"Ahhh! Go to hell! Go to hell! Go to hell!"

The armored horse was not caught up in a short period of time, and the doomsday messenger's madness and anger increased to a higher level.

The white bandages stretched out endlessly, like a web woven by a spider, doing their best to restrict the armored horse's movement space.

Finally, the chase and escape lasted for 15 minutes, and the armored horse was entangled by the doomsday messenger.

The bandage tugged hard, and the Doombringer was pulled forward in the opposite direction, and the half-rotted crutch hit the armored horse's head.

"Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!"

In an instant, sparks flew everywhere.

After more than ten consecutive "stick blows", it was obvious that there was no way to break through the armored horse's hard scales.

But this is just the beginning. Although the angry doomsday messenger cannot reach the super explosive power across large levels like "Thanksgiving Feedback", due to the blessing of anger, he is like a super madman in the clay sculpture perfection.

"Bee!"

The armored horse screamed and struggled.

Wang Xinfei, who was on her back, held the spear in her hand and stabbed the doomsday messenger on the shoulder in desperation.

She succeeded, and as a bloody hole appeared, the Doombringer began to bleed again.

"Too light! Too light! Too light!"

"Go to hell! Go to die! Go to die!"

Mo didn't appreciate it at all.

It only exudes murderous intent now. It is really difficult to calm down the anger without killing the trash in front of it.

"Puff puff--"

Three shots in a row, three bloody holes.

The Doomsday Messenger still didn't defend himself. He just wrapped the bandage tightly and hung half of his body on the armored horse. No matter how hard it ran, it could not get rid of its bindings.

"puff!"

In desperation, Wang Xinfei shot the doomsday messenger through the head.

What should have been a fatal injury only gave the latter a slight pause.

Wang Xinfei was shocked and realized that the white bandage was also wrapping around her body. If it dragged on any longer, she might really have no chance.

All her spear points were aimed at suspected weak points, such as the brain, such as the heart, just to find the imaginary gate of life.

"Puff puff puff-"

It's a pity that the real destiny of the Doomsday Messenger is not here.

Even if its head is cut off, it can continue to fight.

Only when the entire body is completely scrapped and it falls into a state of near death or already dead can such a battle be stopped.

"It hurts! It hurts! It finally hurts!"

With the continuous piercing, the anger of the Doomsday Messenger weakened in reverse.

The gratitude feedback accumulated to the minimum level that can be activated. It showed a ferocious smile and exploded.

"Let me thank you properly...this is the real pain!"

"Bang bang bang! bang bang bang!!"

The crutch hit the armored horse's waist, making it unable to stand still, and fell to the ground within a few moments.

"Bam! Boom boom boom!"

The crutch hit Wang Xinfei's armor and held it up five times. Starting from the sixth time, cracks appeared and the energy armor was on the verge of breaking.

She subconsciously blocked it with a projectile shield.

But this shield is functional, and its actual defensive ability is not strong. It only helped to block it three times, and then it fell apart into energy fragments and melted into the air.

"Bang bang bang!"

In the end, the enhanced version of the protective armor completely collapsed.

However, before the battle began, Wang Xinfei followed Ye Hanjun's instructions and wore more advanced personal armor.

This set of armor can more effectively block the violent stick blows, but it looks too embarrassed. Both the man and the horse are wrapped in bandages, fixed in one place only to be beaten.

"almost……"

Ye Hanjun, who was always ready to support, judged that Mo's gratitude feedback was over, and the battle was finally over.

Wang Xinfei must have lost.

But she and the armored horse, relying on their best defense, were able to survive the incomplete outbreak of the Doomsday Messenger, which was already an eye-catching result. (End of chapter)