Supreme Tamer - Chapter 543: 415: Wind Spirit’s Tears, Ninth Stage Wind-binding Spirit (Part Two)

Chapter 543: Chapter 415: Wind Spirit’s Tears, Ninth Stage Wind-binding Spirit (Part Two)

The white demonic flames rose high, forming a screen of flames that blocked the rampaging winds outside of the area affected by these strange elemental demonic flames.

“Chatter~~~~~~~~~~”

The White Nightmare Demon let out a demonic cry, its aura intimidating the group of Furious Wind Demons, especially the soul-devouring demon flames that made the Wind Demons hesitate to advance any further.

“Rumble~~~~~~~~~~”

Seeing a White Nightmare Demon, which harnessed the power of soul-devouring demon flames hindering its activities, the Furious Wind Demon Lord summoned a chaotic, black air current over its wind-feathers. This black air current rapidly expanded, forming wind-scythes that cleaved through space, flying chaotically towards the White Devil!

The White Nightmare Demon used the demon charm shadow to dodge the powerful wind-scythes of the Furious Wind Demon Lord.

The Furious Wind Demon Lord was of Intermediate Monarch rank as well, with its ninth rank power surpassing that of the eighth rank eighth stage White Nightmare Demon. The accuracy of the wind-scythes it launched was incredibly high. Even though the White Nightmare Demon had already used its evasion skills, a deep gash was quickly cut into its body of white demonic flames!

After being injured, the eyes of the White Nightmare Demon changed, gradually showing its annoyance towards the Furious Wind Demon Lord.

“White Devil, don’t linger in battle.” Chu Mu said to the White Nightmare Demon.

Once the White Nightmare Demon was enraged, it would continue to fight. Chu Mu naturally wouldn’t let it fight for too long. He immediately called back the White Nightmare Demon when they managed to escape the Furious Wind Demons with the Wind-binding Spirit.

“Night Dance!”

The Night Thunder Dream Beast’s four hooves galloped through the air, its black body chasing the chaotic winds, gradually disappearing from the Furious Wind Demons’ sight.

Only the ninth-rank Furious Wind Demon Lord among all the Furious Wind Demons could keep track of the Night Thunder Dream Beast’s movements, but the Night Thunder Dream Beast had run far away, and in the end, the Furious Wind Demon Lord couldn’t trace its movements in the dark night.

…

The sky was a bit disadvantageous for Chu Mu. He quickly instructed the Night Thunder Dream Beast to descend to the ground and found a safer area with weaker winds.

“Eat it, it will help you recover faster.” Chu Mu took out one of the precious eighth-grade potions from his Space Ring and administered it to the Wind-binding Spirit.

The Wind-binding Spirit didn’t reject, and with its somewhat dazed eyes, it drank the eighth-grade potion down, then lay weakly on the ground.

Unlike what Chu Mu saw two months ago, the Wind-binding Spirit now was covered in scars with almost no unscathed skin left intact.

New scars, old scars, crisscrossed all over the small body of the Wind-binding Spirit. It was hard to imagine how many battles the Wind-binding Spirit had gone through in these two months…

“Your way of fighting is meaningless. You will eventually die miserably in the hands of these Furious Wind Demons,” Chu Mu said to the Wind-binding Spirit in his language.

The attack on the Wind-binding Spirit’s tribe was indeed the Furious Wind Demon Empire. Regardless of how hard the Wind-binding Spirit fought alone, it couldn’t avenge its tribe against a Soul Pet Empire. The current Wind-binding Spirit was just numbly killing some demons from the Furious Wind Demon Empire, which was nothing more than self-destruction and venting.

The Wind-binding Spirit didn’t communicate with Chu Mu. It sat there numbly as if it had lost its soul…

Looking at the Wind-binding Spirit’s appearance, Chu Mu’s expression changed a little. He knew that saying these things to the Wind-binding Spirit was meaningless. He stood up and jumped onto the Night Thunder Dream Beast’s back.

At this time, the Wind-binding Spirit raised its head slightly. Its somewhat vacant eyes looked at Chu Mu, seemingly curious about why this human left directly after saving it.

Over two months ago, the Wind-binding Spirit had been fighting alone. The number of Furious Wind Demons it had killed was in the hundreds, if not thousands.

But it realized that no matter how much it struggled, it was impossible to eradicate these evildoers that had destroyed its tribe from the enormous Furious Wind Demon Empire.

The Wind-binding Spirit needed Chu Mu’s help. When Chu Mu appeared to save it just now, the Wind-binding Spirit was already moved. If this human were to offer a soul contract to it now, based on that faint soul connection, the Wind-binding Spirit might accept his soul contract.

The Wind-binding Spirit had its desire for revenge buried deep within its heart. It wanted to destroy the Furious Wind Empire that had taken everything from it. It knew that after signing a soul contract with a human, its soul would undoubtedly be enslaved. Still, the Wind-binding Spirit believed that it wouldn’t forget its mission. It also believed that this human would strengthen it, and perhaps one day, help it overthrow the Furious Wind Demon Empire completely.

But, the human left. The Wind-binding Spirit felt a sense of loss because it would once again face the million-strong Furious Wind Army alone, continue to fight numbly in the Wind World with wounds all over, and eventually, tragically buried in some corner of the Wind World…

The Wind-binding Spirit quietly sat in place, its eyes once again dull and motionless, slowly healing there.

The effects of the eight-grade healing potion were significant. The Wind-binding Spirit didn’t know how long it had been sitting there, but when it had the strength to stand up, it began to manipulate the power of the wind to set up a perception wind ring around itself. This skill allowed it to sense all abnormal airflow fluctuations within a 500-meter radius of the wind ring, preventing anything attempting to approach it.

Suddenly, the Wind-binding Spirit, who was healing, sensed a space anomaly. It seemed that some mysterious dark energy was penetrating through its unknown wind ring and was rapidly approaching it.

The wind force around the Wind-binding Spirit’s body began to rage under the influence of its thoughts, and it was already mumbling the spell. As soon as it locked onto the infiltrating Soul Pet, the Wind-binding Spirit would launch an attack.

Finally, the enemy appeared. The Wind-binding Spirit had already prepared its spell. It guessed that the one who might have infiltrated this place was the Ninth Rank Ferocious Wind Demon Lord, so it ignored its injuries and directly began chanting a high-level wind-type spell, intending to display a spell with Level 9 Power!

“Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh~~~~~~~~~”

The wind-type spell with Level 9 power was being brewed; several embryonic forms of hurricanes could be seen on the ground. Once the spell was completed, a strong Level 9 hurricane would destroy everything within hundreds of meters!

“It’s me, don’t be nervous.” Suddenly, a human voice drifted into the Wind-binding Spirit’s spiritual world.

The Wind-binding Spirit quickly felt a faint soul connection with this human and hurriedly stopped the wind-type spell with Level 9 Power…

Once the Wind-binding Spirit gave up on the spell, the embryonic form of the Level 9 hurricane was suppressed, and the wind-based destructive aura dissipated.

“Zing~~~~~~~~~”

The Wind-binding Spirit let out a call, as if asking Chu Mu why he had returned.

Shortly, the Wind-binding Spirit seemed to realize that this human was different from before. It carefully examined the human, and suddenly noticed that many more wounds had appeared on the human’s body. The person looked as if he had gone through a war.

Not only was the human wounded, but so were the Nine-tailed Crown Flame Fox, Night Thunder Dream Beast, and White Nightmare Demon beside him. Judging from the shape of the wounds, they all seemed to have been inflicted by wind-type spells.

A look of confusion appeared in the Wind-binding Spirit’s eyes. It couldn’t understand why this human had returned with such injuries.

“Da da da da da da~~~~~~~~~~”

Suddenly, Chu Mu opened his Space Ring and poured out more than ten Wind-element Soul Cores in front of the Wind-binding Spirit.

All these Wind-element Soul Cores still retained some life essence. They had just been extracted from the bodies of wind-type Soul Pets. There were sixteen in total. Some were dull in color, and some were bright. Moreover, one of them bore a special wind-type halo—obviously, it was a soul core belonging to a Ninth Rank Monarch!

Seeing the pile of soul cores that had been freshly removed from the corpses, the empty eyes of the Wind-binding Spirit underwent a sudden transformation. Having slaughtered hundreds of Wind-binding Spirits, it knew that these were Soul Cores of the Ferocious Wind Demons!

All the Soul Cores of the Ferocious Wind Demons were here, including the Soul Core of the Ninth Stage Ferocious Wind Demon Lord. This Soul Core, the enemy’s heart, was the only offering that the Wind-binding Spirit felt could put its people to rest!

In the short period of time the Wind-binding Spirit had been healing, Chu Mu had killed all the Ferocious Wind Demons that had previously been battling the Wind-binding Spirit!

“I have killed them for you. Now you have enough time to heal yourself. Once you recover, continue to live for battle,” Chu Mu said lightly.

The Wind-binding Spirit’s eyes fixed on Chu Mu. Gradually, its pair of wind eyes were no longer cloudy, but filled with clarity and spirituality…

Over the past fifty days or so, the Wind-binding Spirit had been able to feel this human slowly approaching it.

But the Wind-binding Spirit didn’t want outsiders to interfere with its mission. Later on, the Wind-binding Spirit gradually realized how insignificant it was compared to the entire Ferocious Wind Demon Empire. It genuinely needed help and hoped that this human could make it stronger…

At this moment, Chu Mu’s action profoundly touched the Wind-binding Spirit’s injured heart. The accumulated grief of over two months couldn’t be suppressed any longer, and the facade of strength completely crumbled. A crystal-clear tear slipped from the corner of its eye…

A tear of the wind, a tear of the Wind-binding Spirit’s soul…

The sorrow of the tribe’s destruction, the bitterness of wandering and fleeing, the despair of erasing memories, the numbness of fighting in blood. None of these led the Wind-binding Spirit to shed a tear.

But seeing Chu Mu and looking into Chu Mu’s eyes, the Wind-binding Spirit felt a tear slide down for the first time. This tear catalyzed the deep pain in its heart. The tears couldn’t stop rolling down, and it completely broke down like a grieving child…

A soul cleansed by the tears of a Soul Pet?” Watching the tears of the Wind-binding Spirit, the sympathetic sorrow evoked in Chu Mu reminded him of a special tear that fell from his own eyes—Monument Tears.

At this moment, Chu Mu seemed to have grasped the ancient moral of the Monument Tears, but he also felt that something was still missing.

Suddenly, a wondrous tear light appeared from the Monument Tears in the bottle. This tear light reflected off Chu Mu’s Space Ring, causing the ring to give off a peculiar glow.

Through the Space Ring, the tear light of the Monument Tears refracted once again and surprisingly shone into the tear-filled eyes of the Wind-binding Spirit!

“Zing~~~~~~~”

The Wind-binding Spirit was still releasing its emotions. The tear light went through its eyes and reached its soul, stimulating the spirit of the Wind-binding Spirit, causing its exhausted soul to become invigorated and begin to ascend!!

The ascent of the soul means a leap in strength. The Wind-binding Spirit went into a metamorphosis, heading towards becoming a Ninth Stage Wind-binding Spirit!! (.)