What Should I Do After Picking Up the "Dragon Proud Sky" Protagonist as a Pet? (Transmigration) - Chapter 17

The priestess’s previously gentle expression turned very ugly. She stared fixedly at Su Feng and Murphy.

Poor quality?

This was a Holy Stone exclusive to the Temple! No matter how powerful or cunning an impurity was, it should have been unable to hide before her. However, the priestess’s seniority was only enough for her to obtain one stone. In the detection just now, the Commander’s power had nearly caused the stone to shatter. Was she supposed to blame the Commander for being too powerful, or should she have applied for a purer Holy Stone beforehand?

“Is there a problem?” Su Feng narrowed his eyes slightly. Behind him, Murphy slowly withdrew his hand. He heard a voice in his mind giggling as it spoke: “Your luck is truly good. He seems to be protecting you.”

The priestess took a deep breath.

“I am glad that the believers of the Temple have been spared the erosion of filth. You killed Lanna, the Apostle of Filth; such a feat will receive an audience and a reward from the Bishop.” The priestess emphasized the word “Bishop,” and a dignified smile returned to her face. “I shall report this matter to Bishop Aiden.”

In reality, she wanted to take the two men back to the Temple for further testing. However, the Commander was still watching like a tiger eyeing its prey. Compared to Su Feng and Murphy, the priestess was more concerned that the Commander might have become the successor to the Record of Disaster. That would be the worst possible news.

Thinking this, she felt a sense of relief. At least the Holy Stone test showed that the Commander was clean.

The priestess asked Su Feng and the Commander to lead her to inspect the traces of the Apostle of Filth and the Mage Tower. Ever since coming into contact with the Holy Stone, Murphy’s face had shown a trace of imperceptible paleness. Remembering Murphy’s adverse reaction to the Holy Healing Potion, Su Feng worried that something might happen to him on the road. He made up a random excuse and ordered his personal valet to return to the City Lord’s Mansion.

“Go and tidy up the materials on my desk. There is nothing left for you to do here.” Su Feng’s tone was very cold, and his attitude carried a hint of arrogance. Murphy, however, gave him a deep look. That gaze made Su Feng turn his face away awkwardly. He frowned: “Did you hear me!”

“Yes, Master.”

Su Feng’s brow twisted into a large knot. Why did the “Dragon-Avoider” protagonist’s tone sound so strange? He had already told him not to call him “Master”!

“He seems very concerned about you. It looks like your relationship is quite good. What is this? You two have even signed a Blood Contract?” That dark-gold fragment darted back and forth within Murphy’s sea of consciousness as if it were at home. It even moved closer to the Blood Contract in his consciousness, lightly poking the cobalt-blue cluster of light with its hand, causing the contract to shrink back as if startled.

A ghostly purple light silently covered and enveloped the light cluster. Murphy suddenly let out a cold snort, his eyes flickering. The dark-gold fragment seemed to want to do something else, but its body suddenly froze. In the next second, Murphy ducked into a deserted corner. A shadow fell across his face, casting a dark hue over his beautiful features. He said, “Come out.”

The Record of Disaster: Fragment suddenly appeared in his hand. The dark-gold light writhed unwillingly, but because Murphy was its true owner, it could only transform into a pure-gold secret manual in his hands.

“Record of Disaster: Fragmented Scroll?” Murphy flipped open the secret manual. In that instant, he sensed a resonance from the depths of his soul. This meant that the scroll not only belonged completely to him but also fit him perfectly. Murphy could even see secret patterns on it similar to those on the Soul-Snatching Secret Manual. However, that profound and obscure manual was merely a small part of the inheritance that had flowed out from the fragmented scroll. The scroll in Murphy’s hand encompassed all the knowledge of the Lord of Disaster regarding soul analysis. The compatibility was incredible, as if the very meaning of this scroll’s existence was to be interpreted by Murphy.

With this manual, Murphy now possessed a ladder to godhood. However, the moment he obtained the manual, holders of other fragments would become his mortal enemies until death.

Even Murphy, when faced with such an opportunity, could not remain calm for a moment. But he quickly lowered his eyes, looking at a figure slowly manifesting on the Record of Disaster.

It was a twisted, deformed figure. This was the former Spirit of the Record of Disaster. After the manual had shattered, the Spirit had split along with it. For all these years, it had been waiting for the chance to become whole again. However, the Spirit was arrogant and malicious by nature. Lanna had worshipped it for many years but had never gained its recognition, which was why the Apostle of Filth was never able to merge with the Record of Disaster.

The Spirit transformed into a human shape and said arrogantly, “Fool. I do not know how you did it, but possessing me is the greatest opportunity of your life.”

The Spirit continued, “I need you to worship and kneel before me just as Lanna did. In exchange, I will give you the inheritance of the Record of Disaster. Under my guidance, you will have the qualification to become the successor. So now, you must give me a spiritual offering. I want the purest, most refined spiritual souls. You must not disobey any of my wishes.”

The Spirit knew that after obtaining such an opportunity, someone like Murphy would surely be ecstatic and follow its every word. But after Murphy heard its words, he simply stood there without saying a word. After a moment, the man slowly said, “I have a few questions to ask you.”

The Spirit said unhappily, “I did not give you permission to ask questions.”

“First, the Record of Disaster appeared in my mind, and you are merely the Spirit of the manual. Therefore, this manual belongs to me, and you are a gift that came with the inheritance. You also belong to me.”

Hearing his words, the Spirit instantly flew into a rage: “How dare you!”

“Second, it was the Record of Disaster that chose me. As I am your owner, you demand that I worship and kneel before you.” The man’s entire face was shrouded in darkness, making it impossible to see his expression. “Do you intend to become my master?”

“What? Are you unwilling?” The Spirit sneered, “Did you not just willingly call an ordinary Sword Sovereign ‘Master’? To be a successor of the Record of Disaster yet be controlled by others; if I were you, I would rather find a rope and hang myself!”

After hearing this, Murphy only smiled gently. He continued, “Third, it is common knowledge that a Spirit cannot resist its master.”

A hint of pure gold appeared in the man’s purple eyes. He looked at the figure before him and asked in the purest, cleanest tone, like a child: “When I summoned you just now, you were actually unwilling. But you could not refuse my summons because I am indeed the holder of the Record of Disaster.”

Upon hearing his words, the Spirit suddenly shivered for no apparent reason. What was this feeling?

Murphy’s tone had not even changed; his smile remained just as gentle. While wandering in the sea of consciousness, the Spirit had witnessed many of his memories and knew that this successor had been obedient to Su Feng during this time. Consequently, it felt a deep-seated disdain for such behavior and decided Murphy was not qualified to be its master. However, when the Spirit raised its face and met Murphy’s eyes, it suddenly paused, sensing an indescribable danger.

How could the successor chosen by the Record of Disaster be a submissive, weak, and easily bullied “good person”?

“I am actually curious about one thing,” Murphy said in a gentle tone. “A Spirit cannot die, but if I were to wring your head off, what would happen?”

“You dare!” Before the Spirit could finish its sentence, the man had already raised two fingers, as if a mischievous child were pinching a small insect. With a gaze of pure curiosity, he gave a light tear. The Spirit’s head was torn off. There was no blood splashing, nor any gory scene. The Spirit’s body dissolved into a spiritual form and slowly gathered back together, reforming into an angry human shape to face him.

“You dare treat me like this!” the Spirit said. “Do you still want the inheritance of the Record of Disaster or not?”

“Heh.” Murphy smiled gently and said, “The Record of Disaster is in my hands. I am its successor, not you.”

In the next second, Murphy acted as if he were unscrewing a bolt, snapping the Spirit’s body at the waist. Blurred, sharp screams rang out. The Spirit reformed its body while trembling. This time, its figure was increasingly blurred. It was already incomplete; if this continued, its consciousness might be personally erased by Murphy, replaced by a blank, mindless Spirit that followed his every command.

“You, how can you have such a personality?” it asked. “In that case, why do you not just kill the master of the Blood Contract? How can you willingly be another person’s servant?”

“He is my master. Do you want to do that too?” Murphy’s voice was still pleasant. He said, “This is not fun.”

Once again, the Spirit shattered. It struggled to reform, but it could no longer maintain a human form. It could only return to its original shape, becoming a diamond-shaped crystal. Terrified voices came from within it. The Spirit had never suffered such hardship. It said, “Master, I can be your servant! Master, please have mercy and spare me!”

Murphy tilted his head. He sank into his sea of consciousness and saw the Blood Contract finally stretch its body slowly after the Spirit had left, emitting a comfortable aura. Other than that, there was nothing else in the sea of consciousness.

I do not need tools that do not listen.

Murphy thought that he could not allow something with self-awareness to stay in his sea of consciousness. That would mean an unstable factor. Moreover, after being tortured by him like this, the Spirit would surely harbor secret hatred toward him.

It will be quieter once it disappears.

Murphy thought. The Spirit trembled for an instant. That will emitted a final surge of resentment before it completely shattered, transforming into a clear gold gemstone floating in the air, emitting a faint, beautiful luster.

Murphy watched this scene. He washed the gemstone thoroughly several times to ensure the will within it was completely annihilated. Once it was blank and as inert as a pebble, he slowly lifted the stone and tossed it back into his sea of consciousness.

From this moment on, Murphy’s consciousness completely replaced the former Spirit, and he became the true holder of the Record of Disaster: Fragment.

I do not need these things, Murphy thought. He only trusted himself.

With a thud, it was as if something large had landed in a nest. The cobalt-blue light cluster shrunk back. A pure purple radiance glowed from within the gemstone. Sensing a familiar aura, the Blood Contract finally moved closer and poked the surface of the gemstone. Seeing no reaction, it slowly lay down on top of it. A new bed!

Murphy took a glance. Seeing that his sea of consciousness had finally returned to its former tranquility, he flipped open the Record of Disaster: Fragment. The golden light illuminated half of Murphy’s face, leaving the other half shrouded in darkness. His features seemed split by an invisible line. Murphy slowly began to laugh. He said, “Soul-Snatching Secret Arts, Soul Manipulation, Memory Modification. The transformation of filth and disaster power. It is a pity the previous holder of the Record of Disaster only studied filth power and could not study disaster power. Truly interesting.”

The knowledge within the Record of Disaster was being absorbed and chewed by him at a terrifying speed. Murphy laughed happily because he thought that if Su Feng knew he had destroyed the Soul-Snatching Secret Manual only to obtain the inheritance of the Record of Disaster, that young master would probably be angry with him again.

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