The Ninth Sister is a Prodigious Beast Master - Chapter 20
Chapter 20: Merely Level 5
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
All the Spirit Masters in the Central Continent had at least one chance to form a contract with a Magical Beast. A rank 1 Magical Beast’s combat strength was more than ten times stronger than a Spirit Master of the same rank. However, Magical Beasts had always looked down on humans and were unwilling to become human contracted beasts. Thus, a new profession called a Beast Tamer was born.
Not only was the Night Mansion rewarding the helper with a Magical Beast, but they were also responsible for helping to tame the beast?
A Magical Beast contract. This condition was placed in front of the various large factions and families of the Raya Empire. It was no different from placing a naked beauty in front of a strong man who had been abstinent for a long time.
Even Beiting Huang was tempted, but she was not a Spiritual Master. She was not qualified to form a contract with a Magical Beast.
“I still have something on. I’ll take my leave first!”
The family was currently selecting candidates for the egg hunt. Beiting Huang was a good-for-nothing and a thorn in Beiting Han’s side. There was no way she would be chosen. She was just wasting her time here.
Beiting Yao was stunned for a moment before he realized that Beiting Huang could not gather Spiritual Qi. He regretted asking Beiting Huang to join in the fun. “Where are you going? Shall I go with you?”
Where was she going? She was a mercenary in her previous life, and the mercenary world was a world she was familiar with. It was better for her to return to being a mercenary. On one hand, she could increase her strength, and on the other hand, she could earn some money so that she could go to the capital to find her brother. “I want to go to the Mercenary Association…”
“Beiting Huang, you’re a piece of trash. Who sent you here?”
On the high stage, Beiting Han, who was standing next to Beiting, shouted at Beiting Huang and called her a good-for-nothing in front of everyone.
“Let’s go!” Seeing that the situation was not looking good, Beiting Yao pulled Beiting Huang and was about to leave.
“It’s too late!” Beiting Huang gently pulled her arm away, and her wrist slipped out of his grasp. He didn’t know what technique she used, but he felt that her wrist was as slippery as a fish, and he couldn’t grab it immediately.
“Little Ninth, don’t argue with him. You can’t beat him. He’s a Level 5 Spiritual Practitioner…”
“He’s just a mere Level 5 cultivator. It’s not a problem for me.” Beiting Huang narrowed her eyes. Her aura suddenly changed, and she was like an unsheathed sword. She was so sharp that Beiting Yao, who was standing very close to her, had to step back and look at her in horror. When did she become so powerful? Was she still Beiting Huang? Was she still a piece of trash?
She was stunned for a moment. The person in front of her was still Beiting Huang. Seeing her walking up the stage step by step, Beiting Yao thought that she had been beaten silly. He quickly went forward and hugged Beiting Huang’s waist. “Let’s go, Little Ninth. Let’s go to the Mercenary Association. Don’t argue with them!”
“Who said that?” Beiting Huang sneered. She grabbed both of Beiting Yao’s wrists and exerted a little force. Beiting Yao felt his wrists go numb, and his hands loosened involuntarily.
The crowd parted to make way for her. Everyone looked at Beiting Han on the stage and then at Beiting Huang below the stage. Beiting Huang was full of vigor. “Trash? Who are you calling trash?” She pointed at Beiting Han’s slender fingers like a sword. “Get here and let me show you what real trash is!”
“You!” Beiting Han was the eldest son of the branch family head. The only one who was qualified to stand next to him was his younger brother. “Beiting Huang, what right does a piece of trash like you have to challenge my brother? I, Beiting Hao, challenge you!”
This person could be considered the number one expert beside Beiting Han. He was a Level 4 Spiritual Practitioner. Beiting Huang sneered. “What a waste. You, a Level 4 Spiritual Practitioner, want to challenge a piece of trash like me?”
