1176 Iron Armor War Sect, Grand Formation (4)
According to the divine sense communication, Wu Changhe knew that Ziye’s clan had encountered a great calamity and that the entire clan had almost been wiped out.

This was because it carried the bloodline of the clan’s strongest member within its womb.

“In these years, due to its inability to exert its own combat strength and the fact that many within the sect coveted its unborn offspring, I brought it here to this wasteland.”

Wu Changhe explained with a complex expression on his face.

He couldn’t protect Ziye’s three children.

If they returned to the sect, these three cubs would inevitably be handed over to the sect and then distributed elsewhere.

Unlike other sects, the Iron Armor War Sect had strict rules, reminiscent of military discipline and regulations.

The disciples in the sect had to turn in their gains to the sect on a regular basis for redistribution.

After all, the Iron Armor War Sect excelled in structured combat, and the camaraderie among fellow disciples was strong.
However, surrendering everything, even something as precious as these cubs, was not easy.

Wu Changhe had his selfish reasons; he couldn’t bear to hand over Ziye’s offspring, which was understandable.

Zhao Pingyu turned his head towards the purple leopard mother and her cubs and lowered his voice, “Taking care of them won’t be easy, but I can sense that their bloodline strength is formidable.”

It wouldn’t be easy for these three young purple leopards to grow up.

But if they grew up safely, their combat strength would undoubtedly be exceptional.

Wu Changhe nodded, a hint of anticipation flashing across his face.

“If you’re just looking for a safe place for them to grow, I can recommend a place,” Han Muye said after a moment of contemplation.

Wu Changhe looked up at him.

Han Muye said softly, “The Bitter Immortal Realm is in turmoil now. It’s not a good place to go.”

“Crossing the wasteland, there’s a city called Yunlan City. There, you can live safely.”

Yunlan City?

Wu Changhe thought for a moment and said, “I’ve heard of it. It’s said that the City Lord of this city is a sword cultivator. His combat strength—”

A smile appeared on Zhao Pingyu’s face. “This is Yunlan Sword Immortal, the invincible City Lord of Yunlan City.

Upon hearing Zhao Pingyu’s words, Wu Changhe’s expression turned solemn. “I’ve heard of Yunlan Sword Immortal and admire him greatly.

“Can Yunlan City really accommodate us?”

Whether it was the wasteland or other places, finding a safe haven for demon beasts wasn’t easy.

Especially since the purple leopard mother and her cubs didn’t possess much combat strength due to their recent birth.

In any place, they were prime targets in the eyes of many.

“I can’t guarantee that there won’t be any killing in Yunlan City, but be it demons or beasts, they will be treated equally in Yunlan City.”

Han Muye’s expression was calm as he looked at the purple leopard, which had its eyes slightly closed and was actually listening attentively.

As if sensing Han Muye’s gaze, the purple leopard opened its eyes and looked at Han Muye, then turned to look at Wu Changhe.

The purple leopard let out a few soft moans and lowered its head to lick the newborn purple leopard.

Golden Fire danced at the side, causing warm light to flicker.

“Since Ziye is willing, I’ll take them there,” Wu Changhe said without hesitation after seemingly communicating with the purple leopard through telepathy.

“Rest assured, if Yunlan City becomes a permanent home for them, Ziye and I will surely show our gratitude.” Wu Changhe stood up and bowed to Han Muye.

As for his gratitude, Han Muye wasn’t particularly concerned.

However, it was a good sign for Yunlan City that Wu Changhe could bring the purple leopard to Yunlan City.

Even people from the Iron Armor War Sect were willing to entrust demon beasts to Yunlan City, indicating its freedom and tranquility.

“Your injuries have yet to heal, and your combat strength cannot be restored in the short term.”

Han Muye looked at Wu Changhe, raised his hand, summoning a golden talisman.

A contract talisman.

“You can try forming a contract with Ziye, mutually borrowing each other’s strength. This way, your recovery will be quicker.”

A contract?

Wu Changhe took the talisman and sensed the power in it with his divine sense. He frowned slightly and contemplated its implications.

Han Muye ignored him. He stood up, reached out, and summoned Golden Fire to his shoulder. Then he flew onto the cliff and looked into the distance.

“That’s where the ancient formation left by the predecessors is located. Although it’s not visible, I can sense the distortion of the power of heaven and earth.” Zhao Pingyu pointed towards the distant horizon.

Han Muye nodded, a glint of thought in his eyes. “Blood Battle Sect seems to have sent people there too?”

Zhao Pingyu also noticed a few columns of blood-red smoke and nodded solemnly.

The people from Blood Battle Sect didn’t conceal their actions; those columns of smoke seemed to want to taint the entire world in blood.

Han Muye was about to extend his divine sense when he suddenly raised his eyebrows.

Within his hidden realm of consciousness, there was a faint tremor of spiritual energy.

It was done.

The contract was formed.

Below on the cliff, a golden halo shimmered, enveloping Wu Changhe and the Purple Leopard. Visible to the naked eye, the halo interwove intricate patterns.

This was the contract between a human and a demon beast, binding their minds and strengths even more closely.

Of course, as the creator of the talisman, Han Muye wasn’t without gains.

The most direct benefit was that, during the formation of the contract, he, as the witness and creator, discreetly assumed the impartial responsibility that should have belonged to the laws of heaven and earth.

With responsibility came rewards.

For every contract formed, his spiritual energy hidden within his realm would gain a little benefit.

One contract or two might not produce any visible changes, but what about 1,000, 10,000, or even 100,000 contracts?