Chapter 1046: ?Literary Genre Transmigrator?

After finishing the meal, Su Han led Lei Mu and Chi Tong, Hei Tong through the space-time gate in the center of the living room, arriving at the barren mountain where he had trained before.

"Lei Mu, I'll summon your opponent now!"

Su Han nodded at Lei Mu, his pupils instantly transforming into the Six-Tomoe Sharingan; he clasped his hands together, formed a seal, and slammed one palm onto the earth—dense, intricate array patterns spread outward in all directions.

A sharp crack—smoke surged skyward.

The Yuan Emperor Eagle, Pan Emperor Rhinoceros, and Steel Dragon all materialized.

The Sacred King Zhu Que circled in the sky, letting out a piercing, shrill cry; terrifying ripples radiated outward, causing the mountains beneath their feet to tremble.

"...... These are"

Chi Tong's pupils shrank sharply; she felt an overwhelming pressure emanating from the monstrous beasts before her.

Her instincts, honed by years of combat, told her that if she fought these beasts, she would die—no chance of escape.

"The Zhu Que I saw last time"

Lei Mu gazed at the Sacred King Zhu Que in the sky, a hint of shock on her face.

Although Lei Mu had never spoken with the Sacred King Zhu Que, she had seen it before—last time she and Su Han went to Jin Ling, Su Han had summoned Zhu Que to fight the Black Hand of the Underground Caverns.

"Master, are these the opponents you told me to find?"

In that moment, Lei Mu understood something—her eyes flickered with sudden insight.

"Exactly!"

Su Han nodded with a smile, then waved his hand; Zhu Que let out a sharp cry, its body shrinking continuously until it was no larger than Su Han's palm, circling once in midair before landing on his shoulder.

"These beasts are spirit-summoned creatures I've bonded with using special methods! But due to my current strength, they can no longer assist me much."

Su Han sighed softly.

He felt a pang of melancholy.

The Sacred King Zhu Que, possessing the power of a sacred beast, could still aid Su Han in many matters.

But the Yuan Emperor Eagle, Pan Emperor Rhinoceros, and even the Steel Dragon could not.

Their power was far too far behind Su Han's.

"Of course, their own strength is still considerable—just not enough to keep up with me!"

Su Han straightened up, fixing Lei Mu with a serious gaze, "I plan for you to form a spirit-summoning contract with these... spirit-summoned beasts! Then you can summon them as opponents."

Lei Mu froze; though she had suspected Su Han summoned these monsters to serve as her sparring partners,

she never imagined his true intent was for her to form contracts with them.

"...... Is that really possible?"

Lei Mu hesitated.

"No big deal!"

Su Han chuckled.

His Sharingan had advanced to the Six-Tomoe form, expanding its capabilities further.

With just the Sharingan alone, he might have been able to subdue these spirit-summoned beasts—but not allow others to form spirit-summoning contracts.

But now that it had upgraded to Six-Tomoe, things were no longer so absolute.

Su Han clasped his hands together; the air twisted, and one after another talisman condensed in the void, forming a peculiar scroll, half-phantom, half-real.

At the top line of the peculiar scroll,

a name was inscribed: Su Han.

"Sign! Bite your finger and seal it with blood."

Su Han gestured.

Seeing Su Han had prepared everything, Lei Mu no longer resisted; she stepped forward solemnly, sliced her finger, smeared it with blood, and signed her name onto the half-real, half-phantom contract scroll.

Instantly, Lei Mu felt a strange connection form between herself and the several spirit-summoned beasts.

On the side, Lei Muleimu and Chi Tong and the others, though silent, watched the scene closely, their eyes filled with longing.

"...... When your strength reaches the Grand Master level, then sign."

Su Han glanced at them, "And remember—your own strength is what matters most. Even the strongest spirit-summoned beast is merely external power."

Lei Muleimu snapped awake, fell silent for a moment, then nodded seriously, "Master! I understand."

"Master, please recall the Sacred King Zhu Que! I think three Emperor-level beasts are enough for me!"

Lei Mu considered, her voice calm.

"Agreed!"

Su Han said nothing more; three Emperor-level beasts were indeed sufficient to train Lei Mu.

The Sacred King Zhu Que's power was far too far beyond Lei Mu's—even if it joined, it would not serve as proper training.

After all, a peak-stage sacred beast could single-handedly oppose the entire spiritual energy world—even if all nations' Grand Masters gathered, they might still fail to defeat the Sacred King Zhu Que.

The power of a sacred beast was truly that unimaginably immense.

Su Han thought, and the surrounding space shifted—he instantly returned to his villa.

Su Han extended a finger and tapped the head of the Sacred King Zhu Que.