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."

paused for a second as if trying to process what

he had succumbed to the little beast's cute large

The beast raiser just said there are only 108 war beasts. There is no number 109."

It is a new-born but with disability. And it was hatched from an unknown egg. We're not sure where it came from, so

that case, since he chose it, he shall have it."

this really okay? I think he should be allowed a chance

I said?" Priest Dean's look

declared, with a perplexed shake

assistant carried the little beast out and handed

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

have recognized

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

spiritual manipulators all laughed at

beast with a disability! I could easily stamp it

about it. A royal spiritual manipulator picked a

thing can't even walk. Can it really be called

power because I will train you to become the best war

his own finger. Blood oozed out and he stuck his finger in

biting right onto Rocky's finger and sucking really hard as if it wanted to drain the last drop of blood out of him.

you going to suck me dry?" Rocky retracted his finger, grimacing at the sticky saliva left on it. But strangely, his wound had healed by itself.