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."

second as if

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

only 108 war beasts. There is no number 109." Priest

actually there is number 109. It is a new-born but with disability. And it was hatched from an unknown egg. We're not sure where

he chose it, he shall have it."

I think he should be allowed a chance to pick a new one," the beast raiser said.

said?" Priest Dean's

declared, with a

the little beast out and

at other ferocious war beasts. He couldn't help but sigh. "I must have owed you so much in my last life that I must be with you

little beast seemed to have recognized Rocky,

beast that's not worth even one star. It must be really 'precious'," Priest Dean

manipulators all laughed at this

loser, picking a weak war beast with a disability! I

A royal spiritual manipulator picked a handicapped war beast. How pathetic

really be

true power because I will train you to

own finger. Blood oozed

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

Rocky retracted his 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