The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 545 - 241: GuaGua Dynasty_1

It’s your turn to make a choice... it’s your turn to make a choice...

This sentence was not only playing over and over in Tang Gu’s head but was also echoing in everyone’s ears.

Du Yuanjia, Bian Haoran, Ji Yan... the figures most familiar to him all suddenly looked upon Lord Han with strange eyes.

A mock laugh surfaced on Lou Zixin’s face.

Just as he warned, it had come to pass. Was there anything more amusing than this?

Lou Zhiyi was silent. His face, however, was continuously changing, clearly revealing his unstable emotions.

The fight for the throne wasn’t a matter of one or two days.

He saw how one by one, every obstacle in the way was removed, even Grass Frog Country, the biggest thorn in their side, had lost to the power of the sword.

Tang Gu, rightfully, could have ascended the Blue Frog Kingdom’s throne.

Being the most powerful and accomplished Chief Offering, a life of endless riches and luxuries was waiting for him.

Who could have thought that Lord Han, who suddenly appeared, also had ambitions to be king.

Barely a word was uttered without intent for the unification of the three Frog Kingdoms, or a protest to become their ruler. It seemed as though it was a trifling matter, unimportant enough to be forgotten.

"I... I..."

Tang Gu’s lips moved, his eyes sometimes vacant, sometimes brooding.

Everyone was waiting for him to speak.

But don’t they know? Since Lord Han killed Tang Sheng, he only had one option left.

"Your Highness, are you sure?"

Lou Zixin sneered.

Goose Immortal snorted and, brandishing his flippers, marched over:

"Seems like you’ve decided to die. With such a clear-cut situation, you dare to babble. Come now, let this big Immortal send you to heaven!"

The Guarding Skeleton and Mad Iron Grass, stood protectively in front and behind Lou Zixin.

Lou Zixin’s face turned cloudy and he gazed at Goose Immortal as if he was trying to engrave Goose’s image into his soul.

The next moment, he forcefully retracted his two Contracted Spirit Fond Spirits, then crushed a green jade bead and disappeared in a gust of wind.

"Qua Qua!"

The little GuaGua, sitting atop Huazhu’s head, immediately stretched out its short front limbs, pointing to a certain direction in the labyrinth.

Goose Immortal snorted coldly, flapping his wings to fly in that direction with murderous intent seeping through his body.

"Lou Zhiyi, he’s your brother after all. Don’t you have any old affections left?" Ye Hanjun asked casually.

"Heh." Lou Zhiyi sneered, "He and I are like fire and water. Lord Han, if you can kill him for me, it would actually comfort me."

"Well then," Ye Hanjun nodded, his gaze turning towards Tang Gu, "Crown Prince, have you decided?"

"I still have a lot to do, there’s no time to waste here."

"How does Master Han plan to act?"

Tang Gu took a deep breath, "According to Master, Red Frog Country has already submitted."

"But... even if we add the capture of the Grass Frog Country King, and the loss of many of their strongest hands, unifying the three Frog Kingdoms is still not an easy matter. The complications involved are quite huge."

"That’s simple."

Ye Hanjun dismissed it with an indifferent expression.

With all three country leaders already subjugated, what remained was nothing more than miscellaneous tasks such as taking over and coordinating their forces, trivialities that were hardly worth worrying about.

"Alright, I will listen to Master Han."

"Tell me what I should do."

Tang Gu sighed deeply, his entire being becoming muted.

Zhu Xuedan, Li Gong, Shrimp Head, and Shrimp Claw... they looked at each other in disbelief, struggling to accept the surreal situation.

The Giant Frog Marsh- was it about to undergo a change in leadership?

With such a formidable ruler in power, was it good or bad for the Three Frog Kingdoms?

"Tang Gu, you take Tang Di with you and follow me into the ruins."

"My colleagues from Canghai Pavilion and Tianyafu Residence can come with me. The leaders of the other tribes, please clean the battlefield and tally the spoils of war. You can reside in the ruins for a while."

...

Three hours later, Goose Immortal arrived with the bodies of Mad Iron Grass and Guarding Skeleton, converging with Ye Hanjun.

At this time, Tang Gu saw Tang Zheng. They locked eyes and simultaneously floated a bitter smile of shared sorrow.

"Hmm? Big Brother?"

After a while, Ye Hanjun brought out Tang Qingling from the depths of the tomb.

Tang Gu was astounded, he was surprised to see his half-sister appear in this place.

"Big brother, it’s so hard!"

Tears welled up in Tang Qingling’s eyes and she began to sob:

"Ever since I arrived at the Old Imperial City, I’ve kept myself to my tent, being very cautious every day!"

"Who could have expected, I was suddenly captured by a witch and forced to enter the ruins!"

"What’s even scarier, Master Han took me to find ancestor’s coffin, and our ancestor appeared as a spirit!"

"He recognized me as the most outstanding descendant of the Tang family, I even absorbed his legacy. I I I... can no longer continue with my carefree life, I have to commit myself to serious studies..."

Tang Qingling cried a torrent of tears.

Tang Gu, listening to her complaints, stared blankly, the corner of his mouth twitching.

He didn’t know whether to put his hands on Tang Qingling’s shoulders or pat her on the back to offer comfort.

— Comfort, my foot!

The opportunity that the leaders of the three countries had vied for ended up in the hands of his good-for-nothing sister?

Tang Qingling... she was so wronged! She cried so loudly!

Was the inheritance of Emperor Tang really that hot to handle?!

Clutching his aching chest, Tang Gu continued to take deep breaths.

Once, twice, three times... his vision still blurred, he decidedly turned his head away, not wanting to see Tang Qingling’s delicate face anymore.

"Have you cried enough?"

The indifferent inquiry struck her like lightning.

Tang Qingling shrank back, stopping her tears abruptly.

She turned around, wavering, and revealed a smile uglier than her cry: