The Art of Chaotic Divinity - Chapter 256: Pact of Equality!

Chapter 256: Pact of Equality!

“Empty talk doesn’t count for anything. Despicable donkey, you must first make a spirit animal blood pact with me!”

Ling Feng finally learned his lesson and wouldn’t let this black donkey pull the wool over his eyes again.

“Hmph, you doubt me too much. As a noble divine donkey, my word has always been as good as gold!”

The black donkey blathered on, attempting to divert the topic, but Ling Feng persisted. “No pact, no deal!”

Knowing he couldn’t deceive Ling Feng, the black donkey reluctantly agreed. “Hmph, it’s just a spirit animal blood pact. Fine, let’s do it!”

In the blink of an eye, their spiritual consciousnesses communicated, and in the next moment, a burst of colorful light erupted from their bodies, dazzling Yan Cangtian and Feng Wuhen.

“W-What? A spirit animal blood pact?”

Feng Wuhen cursed inwardly. The black donkey indeed formed a pact with that kid, making it his spirit pet.

Now, if I want to kill that despicable donkey, I’d have to get through Yan Cangtian first.

“Damn it! How could you…”

Feng Wuhen trembled with rage. The minor loss at the auction didn’t bother him, but the black donkey’s vile words pushed him over the edge, even as an old-timer who stays in seclusion.

After forming the pact, the black donkey released Ling Feng. Now, no matter what Ling Feng said, he’d have to assist with it.

“Apologies, Senior. This donkey still holds some value to me, so I hope you can forgive him,” Ling Feng said with a hint of regret, extending a fist-and-palm salute to Feng Wuhen. “I witnessed what the donkey did at the auction. The twelve medicinal pills were refined by me. How about this: I can provide you with three ancient pill formulas to compensate for Tianmeng’s losses. What do you think?”

“Ancient pill formulas?”

Feng Wuhen’s eyes sparkled. Ancient medicinal pills were undoubtedly valuable, but ancient pill formulas were the key to creating endless value.

If Ling Feng could provide him with three ancient pill formulas, then despite being cursed a few times, there wouldn’t be much loss on his part; in fact, he’d make a big profit.

Feng Wuhen was ultimately a businessman; he couldn’t overlook this opportunity.

“Hahaha, since you said so, and since Brother Yan is here, I won’t pursue this matter.” Feng Wuhen’s expression softened, and the more he looked at Ling Feng, the more pleased he was with Ling Feng.

“Hmph, old man, all you care about is money. Let me give you a—”

“Shut up!”

Ling Feng turned around and glared fiercely at the donkey, who promptly fell silent to avoid further angering Feng Wuhen.

Yan Cangtian watched with interest as Ling Feng handled the situation. He assumed that Ling Feng would give Feng Wuhen the ancient pill formulas he had researched.

Though he felt a bit disgruntled, since he had already given Ling Feng the Classic Formula of the Medicine King, he naturally had the right to use those pill formulas too.

However, he soon discovered that the three pill formulas Ling Feng gave Feng Wuhen were not from the Classic Formula of the Medicine King.

Then he understood: when it came to medicine and alchemy, Ling Hanyang was unparalleled.

As Ling Feng was Ling Hanyang’s grandson, he naturally inherited many ancient pill formulas discovered by Ling Hanyang.

Yan Cangtian couldn’t help but smile bitterly inwardly; once again, he had been outsmarted by Ling Hanyang.

Feng Wuhen accepted the three ancient pill formulas and gave the despicable donkey a stern look. He saw it lying on the ground, occasionally wagging its tail. It seemed to have surrendered this time.

“Hmph!”

With a snort, Feng Wuhen took a deep breath to calm himself and then turned to Ling Feng, saying, “Young friend, your donkey is too unruly. If you ever decide you don’t want it anymore, I’ll gladly invite the most famous chef from Tianmeng to cook a whole donkey feast for everyone!”

“Haha, then I thank you in advance.” Ling Feng laughed. “If there’s ever a need in the future, I’ll be sure to trouble you.”

“Mhmm.” Feng Wuhen nodded, then turned to Yan Cangtian, offering another fist-and-palm salute. “Brother Yan, I’ll take my leave.”

With that, Feng Wuhen’s figure flashed and turned into a streak of green light, flying in the direction of the Tianmeng Chamber of Commerce.

Ultimately, if Yan Cangtian hadn’t been present today, Feng Wuhen wouldn’t have been so accommodating.

“Yo, the old geezer has finally left!”

As Feng Wuhen departed, the donkey’s arrogance returned immediately. It raised its hooves and sneered. “What a fool! My life is worth at least a hundred ancient pill formulas! He was sent away with just three! What a miser!”

Ling Feng’s mouth twitched as he glared at the donkey. “You despicable donkey! Because of you, I lost three ancient pill formulas. If you dare cause trouble again, I’ll cut off your vile tongue!”

“Tch!” The donkey stood up straight, crossing its hooves in front of its chest. “You don’t have the capability.”

With a smirk, the despicable donkey glanced over Ling Feng. “But your cultivation is just so-so. Why not become my disciple? With a bit of my guidance, you wouldn’t even need a second move against those kinds of people!”

Ling Feng’s expression darkened; he was starting to regret saving this donkey.

Ignoring the donkey, Ling Feng turned to Yan Cangtian, bowing respectfully. “Thank you, Elder Yan, for your help earlier.”

“It was nothing.” Yan Cangtian looked at the black donkey with interest, seeming to want to study what kind of demonic beast it was. If an ordinary donkey could cultivate to the level of a demon king, it would be quite extraordinary.

Yan Cangtian was always obsessed with alchemy, and now seeing such a precious experimental subject, his eyes gleamed with excitement.

The donkey sensed trouble. Surrounded by an aura of demonic energy, it leaped into the air once again, trying to escape.

“Donkey! Don’t forget you’ve already made a blood pact with me!” Ling Feng shouted at the donkey’s retreating figure.

“You brat! The pact I made with you is a pact of equality. Hehehe, you’re not my boss, so of course, you can’t control me anymore!” The black donkey laughed heartily. “In the three chapters of our agreement, there’s no condition stating that I must follow you. Haha, I’m off to enjoy my freedom again!”

Before Ling Feng could respond, a gust of black wind swept through, and in the blink of an eye, the donkey vanished into the horizon.

“That despicable donkey!” Ling Feng almost pounded his chest in frustration, realizing he had been tricked by the donkey once again.

A pact of equality between a demonic beast and a human meant both sides were equal parties in the agreement. They could sense each other’s presence within a certain range.

Within this range[1], humans could use their spiritual thoughts to summon their spirit pet directly to them. However, this summoning was only one-way; the spirit pet couldn’t summon the human.

So strictly speaking, Ling Feng was still the donkey’s master.

“Well, this might be for the best,” Yan Cangtian said with a faint smile, “If you were to bring this despicable donkey to Tianwei Academy, it would likely cause chaos, and there’s nowhere for it to stay. Besides…”

Yan Cangtian’s expression turned mischievous. “I managed to pluck a few hairs from that donkey earlier. Perhaps I can research its bloodline. Hahaha… I’m a genius!”

Ling Feng’s mouth twitched. Is there anyone normal around here?

1. Author’s note: This range depends on the strength of their spiritual consciousness ☜