Eternal Beast Taming Family

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That night, after everything had quieted down.

Chu Shengyuan jumped out of bed and cautiously opened the door, glancing into the yard.

Seeing that all the lights in the houses were off, he quietly closed the door again.

He came to the cabinet and pulled out the books and stone carvings that he had hidden from the layers of clothes.

In the darkness, Chu Mu, who was trying to fall asleep, felt his body being moved. He was somewhat surprised to wake up and looked around at his surroundings.

Bathed in the moonlight streaming through the window, Chu Mu found himself being held in the hands of a small, round-headed boy, who then carefully placed him on the wooden table in the room.

Upon arriving in this world, the boy before him was the first living person Chu Mu had ever seen. If he were to possess a body now, he would undoubtedly give the boy a bear hug and then shed tears of joy for a long time.

However, he was unable to move at the moment, so after briefly surveying the surroundings and concluding that this must be some ancient rural area, he focused all his attention on the boy in front of him.

The young boy's hair reached his shoulders, and he was wearing a white undergarment similar to those worn in ancient society. At this moment, he stared intently at the stone carving where Chu Mu was perched, observing something.

After a moment, the young boy pulled out a dagger about ten centimeters long, then muttered to himself with a determined look in his eyes.

"The book says that rare treasures require a blood sacrifice to forge a contract, so... should we give it a try?"

There was a hint of uncertainty in his tone.

"What if the wound doesn't stop healing? Will I die?" The tone began to waver.

The boy's eyes were fixed on the dagger in his hand, his eyes filled with struggle.

Then he looked at the stone carving of "Chu Mu" on the table, which resembled a thin book.

He rubbed the stone carving a few times with his right hand, then his eyes gradually hardened. "This book is obviously extraordinary. Let's try dripping a few drops of blood on it first."

As he spoke, he gripped the dagger handle tightly with his chubby little hand, and the blade sliced ​​across his left index finger, causing bright red blood to gush out instantly.

Ignoring the pain, the boy quickly hovered his finger above the book and stone carving.

One drop, two drops...

Blood instantly covered the surface of the book, and strangely, it immediately seeped into the inside of the book, making it look like a dry sponge.

Upon seeing this scene, the young boy became even more certain of his thoughts, his eyes sparkling with a bright light as he anticipated the next change in the book and stone carvings.

A faint, colorful glow emanates from the surface of the book, a glow with a strong penetrating power.

The light seeped through the windows and door cracks of the room, flowing quietly like dissipating mist and spreading throughout the entire courtyard.

However, after a dozen drops of blood flowed from the wound on the boy's hand, no more blood came out.

However, Chu Mu, who resided inside the book, could clearly sense that this blood was far from enough; he needed more to bring about further changes.

As the light on the book gradually faded, the young boy seemed to understand something and, holding a dagger, prepared to stab himself in the palm of his hand.

Before anything could be done, the door was violently opened from the outside.

Chu Jingyu, with his gray hair, appeared at the door. He glanced around the room with a look of concern, then his gaze settled on his grandson and the books on the table.

He saw the dagger in Chu Shengyuan's hand and the gesture he was about to make, his pupils contracted, "Stop!"

With a loud shout, he flashed to Chu Shengyuan's side.

Actually, Chu Jingyu didn't need to stop him. When Chu Shengyuan saw someone appear at the door, he was so frightened that he dropped the dagger on the table.

Chu Jingyu grabbed Chu Shengyuan's finger and saw a small cut that had stopped bleeding. He breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he looked at the stone-carved book on the table, which shimmered with colorful light.

That one glance left him stunned.

Source artifact? This is actually a source artifact that hasn't yet formed a bloodline contract with the family.

Chu Shengyuan didn't dare look up at his grandfather. Not hearing anything else, he quickly began to explain.

"This is the treasure I brought up the mountain today, but now it seems to need more blood."

As he said this, Chu Shengyuan's gaze was still fixed on the dagger on the table, as if he was struggling with whether or not to continue what he had just finished.

Blood. It was only then that Chu Jingyu seemed to realize that his grandson had accidentally activated the bloodline refining of the source artifact.

However, if it were just his grandson alone, even if he were to drain all his blood, he probably wouldn't be able to complete the entire ceremony.

Suppressing his excitement, he patted Chu Shengyuan on the shoulder, his expression gentle, "Go, wake up everyone in the family."

Chu Shengyuan took one last, reluctant look at the stone-carved book.

Clearly, the "treasure" he discovered could no longer be kept and was about to be "confiscated".

He went to the rooms of his older brother, sister, and parents one by one, waking them up one by one.

Chu Jingyu's hands trembled slightly as he reached for the stone book on the table. Colorful light swirled around the surface of the book, like a protective shield that kept Chu Jingyu's hands away.

Clearly, Chu Jingyu had some understanding of Origin Artifacts, and being kept out of the way made him even more certain of the identity of the object in front of him.

He picked up the dagger his grandson had dropped on the table and, without changing his expression, slashed a wound across his palm.

Fresh blood gushed out instantly, and Chu Jingyu dripped it all onto the book without wasting a single drop.

At this moment, the colorful light that had been blocking him finally dissipated, and the colorful light, which was like smoke and mist yet exceptionally transparent, once again enveloped the entire courtyard.

With one hand hovering above the stone book and the other supporting it from below, Chu Jingyu stepped out of the side room where Chu Shengyuan lived and walked towards the main hall.

He slowly placed the book on the eight-immortal table in the center of the main room, while the blood from his hands continued to flow onto the surface of the book.

However, no matter how much blood flowed in, the surface of the book remained the same, and it was unknown where the blood ultimately went.

Soon, the remaining five members of the Chu family appeared in front of the main room.

Without exception, they stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with shock as they gazed at the colorful lights illuminating the courtyard and the main hall.

"Ahem, Father, this is..."

Overwhelmed with emotion, Chu Qinhui's pale face flushed slightly, while his wife, Jiang Nian, supported him with concern.

The three children from the Chu family, spanning three generations, also stared intently at the source of the colorful light on the table—a strange stone carving.

Chu Jingyu turned around and looked at his family. "The unclaimed source artifact gives us, the Chu family, hope for a resurgence."

Although his face was pale, his eyes shone with an astonishing brilliance, as if he had been given a second spring in an instant.

The three generations of the Chu family, as well as Chu Qinhui's wife, did not know what a Source Artifact was, but Chu Qinhui had learned a little about it when he was very young.

So, upon hearing his father's reply, he was momentarily stunned, and then a radiance as bright as his father's appeared in his eyes.

Chu Jingyu beckoned to the three little ones, "You three come here. For the bloodline refining of this Origin Artifact, naturally the more blood from our family members, the better."

The eldest brother, Chu Shengfan, the second sister, Chu Shenghan, and the third brother, Chu Shengyuan, stood in a row in front of Chu Jingyu.

Chu Jingyu withdrew his hand, which was gradually stopping bleeding, and then looked at his three grandchildren, saying gently:

"In a moment, you will all have to make a cut on your hands. Don't be afraid of the pain. After completing the ritual, you will all have the potential to become contract masters in the near future."

The three grandchildren clearly had a natural trust in their grandfather.

The eldest brother, Chu Shengfan, even extended his hand, saying, "Grandpa, come on, I'm not afraid."

Chu Jingyu affectionately patted his eldest grandson's head, then gently sliced ​​his palm with the dagger, before lifting his hand and suspending it above the book.

During this time, Jiang Nian, the mother of three grandchildren, took a step forward with some concern, but was stopped by Chu Qinhui, who then silently shook his head at her.

Ultimately, it was out of love for his grandchildren that Chu Shengfan's wound on his palm was shallow, and the bleeding stopped after a short while.

Next, Chu Shenghan, a girl around ten years old, closed her eyes in fear when her palm was cut.

In the end, Chu Shengyuan also suffered another cut to the palm of his hand.

Chu Qinhui patted his wife's arm, then walked to the octagonal table and showed his father his overly pale palm.

Chu Jingyu looked at his son's palm, a hint of hesitation on his face.

"Father, as a member of the Chu family, it is only natural that I should contribute my share," Chu Qinhui advised.

"This blood should be enough for your body..."

"It's alright, I'm feeling much better lately. I don't want to fall behind at this pivotal moment in my family's fate."

Seeing the determination on Chu Qinhui's face, Chu Jingyu could only nod.

He didn't make a large cut in his palm, but only made a very shallow cut on his index finger, letting two or three drops of blood drip onto the book.

Chu Mu hid inside the book, silently observing the situation inside the main room. He silently nodded his non-existent head. So far, the family he had formed a contract with seemed quite united and friendly.

However, these seven people should hardly be considered a family.

Chu Mu had already learned about this bloodline refining process in the information he received after his transmigration, so he wasn't particularly panicked.

Having absorbed enough blood, Chu Mu's consciousness was drawn deeper into the book.

It was a purely gray, chaotic place, beyond the boundaries of time and space.

Immediately afterwards, a large patch of blood mist emerged somewhere, then intertwined and solidified, slowly forming the figure of a man in his twenties within the blood mist.

The pale skin, like skin that has never seen the sun, appears even more glaring against the gray background.

He had short, flowing hair, pleasing facial features, and a somewhat odd striped hospital gown.

Moreover, brownish soil began to appear beneath this body, centered on it.

The land had only spread to about twenty square meters when it formed a barrier around it, isolating it from the hazy outside world.

As his eyelids twitched, Chu Mu's soul awoke in this body created by absorbing the bloodline of the Chu family.

At the same time, a book made of an unknown material quietly landed on his chest, its essence blending seamlessly with his, as if they were one.