"You little girl are quite something!" a woman's voice suddenly rang out; the three-headed snake had actually spoken.
Wei Qinghe's grip on the whip tightened slightly, and a meaningful glint flashed in her eyes.
A seventh-tier spirit beast speaking human language is quite remarkable.
If one can cultivate to the ninth level, the contract holder will also receive a great contract effect.
"I'll give you a chance to live. Come with me."
The three-headed serpent, however, did not know when to stop. Even though it knew Wei Qinghe was powerful, it was unwilling to become a contracted beast.
Having grown accustomed to freedom in the secret realm, who would want to become a contracted beast?
What's more, the three-headed serpent is the king of this area. "You want me to be your contracted beast? Don't dream about it. I am the king of this area of the Mirror Flower Secret Realm!"
After saying this, the three-headed snake suddenly grew larger, and its three heads poked at Wei Qinghe from different directions. No matter which head succeeded, Wei Qinghe would definitely lose a section of his body.
With just one strike, Wei Qinghe would surely die.
The sharp fangs gleamed blindingly in the sunlight, and venom seemed ready to spray out at any moment.
Seeing this, Wei Qinghe remained calm and composed. The whip in his hand continued to grow longer, wrapping around the three-headed snake's huge body. With a sharp pull, the multi-elemental power and spiritual energy intertwined and broke through the skin.
The three-headed serpent's body twisted and contorted as if struck by lightning.
The large trees that were entangled by it were all violently uprooted and then fell down the cliff.
Wei Qinghe immediately threw out several talismans. The talismans shrank upon touching the three-headed snake, quickly becoming the size of a small snake. However, the wounds on its body remained, making it look extremely ferocious.
"Release me, or I'll devour you!"
The three-headed snake was still struggling desperately, knowing that if it didn't try to escape now, it might really become a contracted beast.
"I, the Great King, do not wish to form a contract with you."
"I don't want to form a contract with you either!"
The white tiger's figure appeared out of thin air on Wei Qinghe's shoulder. Although it was small and cute, the beasts were immediately overwhelmed by the pressure of the sacred beast and could hardly breathe.
With a wave of his hand, Wei Qinghe pulled the shrunken three-headed snake uncontrollably in front of him, trapping it within a spiritual energy shield that resembled a protective barrier.
The three-headed snake was still thrashing about inside the spiritual energy shield when it suddenly felt the pressure from the white tiger and quieted down tremblingly.
"The divine beast, the White Tiger!"
"You already have the White Tiger, why do you still need to form a contract with me?" In front of the White Tiger, the three-headed serpent dared not act presumptuously, and even this great king dared not speak.
"You're overthinking it. I'm not going to make a contract with you. I have my own Little White, that's enough for me."
Wei Qinghe dragged the three-headed snake with one hand and gently stroked Xiaobai's fur with the other.
The three-headed serpent couldn't understand why it would capture a creature if it looked down on it.
"In that case, just ignore me like I'm nothing."
Where is the domineering aura he had when he called himself "the Great King"?
Wei Qinghe didn't want to hear it continue talking, so she threw it directly into her Qiankun bag.
"Help! Help me!"
Cries for help came from below the cliff.
Wei Qinghe raised an eyebrow. The tree just fell down. Could it be that some unlucky cultivator got hit by it?
Feeling uneasy, she immediately flew down on her sword.
The miasma below exploded as the tree fell. Wei Qinghe had anticipated this and immediately swallowed several top-grade pills to catalyze the miasma with her spiritual power before flying down on her sword.
"Help……"
The weak voice was nearby. Wei Qinghe instantly teleported to find the source of the sound and saw a cultivator wearing an old Taoist robe with one leg pinned down by a rock, bleeding profusely.
This monk was a rogue cultivator.
"Fellow Daoist, please help me..." The rogue cultivator's face was as pale as paper, and his lips had turned bluish.
Upon seeing this, Wei Qinghe immediately waved her hand to move the stone slab aside, then crushed a top-grade pill and fed it to him to prevent him from recognizing it as such.
"Fellow Daoist, are you alone?"
"I am Fang Buwei from the Refining Manor. Thank you for your help, fellow Daoist. I will definitely repay you in the future."
When the rogue cultivator lowered his eyes and introduced himself, he seemed somewhat afraid to look at Wei Qinghe's expression.
"You're from the Weapon Refining Manor." Wei Qinghe was somewhat surprised.
Fang Buwei thought Wei Qinghe would look down on his status, but he heard the girl's melodious voice sound excitedly, "I have met your manor lord several times. How is he?"
"Fellow Daoist, do you know my grandfather?" Fang Buwei's eyes lit up, but then darkened again. "My grandfather died a few years ago. The Weapon Refining Manor was attacked at night... Now I am the only one left in the Weapon Refining Manor."
Wei Qinghe was astonished and could hardly believe her ears. The kind old man who had once generously given her guidance was dead.
She knew absolutely nothing about the incident at the largest weapon-refining manor.
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