The Medallion

The sound of loud exclamations interrupted their conversation.

"That is the Wind Evil, a three-star spiritual beast!"

"Goodness! A three-star beast? It's likely the best one out of this whole bunch! Damn it! How could I miss it?"

"He's from the Ximen Clan. No wonder he's both strong and good at selecting a fine spiritual beast."

Rocky turned to the scene of the commotion and saw a group of men looking with envy at a very strong and excited rookie standing in front of a spiritual beast with the head of a lion and the body of an eagle.

"Ximen Clan? Isn't that where Shirley is from?" Rocky took a careful look at the royal spiritual manipulator that everyone was making a commotion over. He had the build of a grown man, even stronger and more powerful. If Rocky remembered right, he was the one who had made it to the third grade of Mortal Stage after fusing with the Dragon Spirit Bead. Lena had been right. Everyone in the Ximen Clan was not to be taken lightly.

"It is just a three-star spiritual beast. Maybe I can pick a four-star spiritual beast out of them," Rocky thought ambitiously.

He felt a little bit more eager now at the sight of the royal spiritual manipulators picking their own war beasts and establishing blood bond with them.

But before he could think things through, the beast raiser had already walked up to him and asked him the number of the beast he had chosen.

"I will pick......" Rocky thought back the war beast that he had just seen and found it really hard to decide. He hesitated.

"Hurry the hell up! We're all waiting here!" the ones in line behind Rocky said impatiently.

"I will pick…" Rocky decided to give up thinking and chose a random number instead. Any one of them would be of value to him. But all of sudden, that little beast's eyes appeared in his head that he couldn't shake off. They were so expressive, much like a human's. Rocky couldn't help but mumble the number. "Number 109."

The beast raiser paused for a second as if trying to process what he just heard.

nodded. Clearly, he had succumbed to the little beast's cute large

only 108 war beasts.

it was hatched from an unknown egg. We're not sure where

case, since he chose it, he shall have it." Priest Dean shot Rocky a

think he should be allowed a chance to pick a new one," the

what I said?" Priest

raiser declared, with a perplexed

immediately, his assistant carried the little beast out and handed it over

close to his chest while stealing a look at other ferocious war beasts. He couldn't help but sigh. "I must have owed you

to have recognized Rocky,

one star. It must be really 'precious'," Priest Dean said sarcastically after seeing the little creature.

laughed at this weak little

beast with a disability! I could easily stamp it

picked a handicapped war beast. How pathetic and

Can it really be called a war

bunch of animals and one day they will learn your true power because I will train you to become the

blood bond!" Rocky remembered. He gently set it down and bit his own finger. Blood oozed out and he stuck his finger in front of the

in, biting right onto Rocky's finger and sucking really hard as if it wanted to drain the last

finger, grimacing at the sticky saliva left on it. But strangely, his wound had healed by itself. He continued watching the other spiritual manipulators picking their own war