I'm really not the god of time.

Chapter 41 Miss Nine-Headed Bird

Zhang Lingyun was just about to nod in agreement.

Bai Lu instantly snapped out of her daze and hurriedly reminded him:

"This thing is at least a high-level summon, maybe even a god-level one! You'd better make sure the contract terms are clear, otherwise you might accidentally become her servant!"

Zhang Lingyun quickly withdrew his hand, his back breaking out in a cold sweat.

He then truly realized that in this bizarre "magical world," he had to be extremely careful in everything he did, and could not be careless in the slightest.

But the Egyptian beauty's head didn't get angry; it simply spoke in a calm tone:

"You don't need to be too wary of me. I have no reason to scheme against a child like you."

Even if you don't have any real skills, I'll just waste a few hundred more years finding another master. By then, I'll have a tenth head.

Zhang Lingyun was greatly surprised.

According to her, she has had eight masters before, and has lived for thousands of years.

However, one should always be wary of others, so Zhang Lingyun still carefully finalized the rules of the contract with her:

For now, all she needs to do is act as a "messenger from the spirit world".

With Zhang Lingyun's current strength, he simply cannot bear a higher summons.

If he forces her to do other work, his magic power will be completely drained.

The Egyptian beauty nodded and readily said:

"I accept all your conditions."

Zhang Lingyun then asked:

"So what kind of reward do you want?"

The Egyptian head thought for a moment and said:

"Every time I help you complete a task, you have to give me a small item that you can carry with you."

Zhang Lingyun pressed further:

"Anything is fine?"

"Yes! But it must be something you always carry with you."

A red-haired head below chimed in:

"If you're completely naked, then even a body part will do."

The blond head slammed into her, protesting:

"I'm not that picky. You can give me hair, or nails, that's fine too."

Zhang Lingyun was surprised by such a lenient requirement.

Zhang Lingyun confirmed it again:

"Anything else you require?"

Another black-haired head replaced the Egyptian head and was placed on the shoulder.

She gently twisted her neck, exuding an air of superiority, her eyes bearing a resemblance to Lan Ruoxi's.

"I'll add one small condition: every time I deliver a letter, the recipient must give me a large denomination of 'ghost money' from the Heavenly Bank."

Zhang Lingyun had thought that the black-haired beauty looked very much like a fellow countryman when he looked at her earlier, and now he was absolutely certain.

He looked at Xia Youran beside him; the girl was already terrified and couldn't offer any advice.

He then turned to look at Bai Lu, who nodded slightly, indicating that he could agree.

Zhang Lingyun bit his index finger again and reached closer to the spatial rift:

"I accept your request, so let's complete the contract!"

The black-haired beauty also bit her fingertip, and the two of them, separated by a spatial rift, pressed their blood-stained fingertips together.

The black-haired head asked:

"Your name, young warlock?"

Zhang Lingyun replied:

"Zhang Lingyun. And what about you?"

The black-haired beauty's head said:

"Our names from our human lives have no meaning now. From now on, when you summon us, you can call us 'Miss Nine-Headed Bird'."

Zhang Lingyun nodded:

"I see."

With the contract successfully completed, Zhang Lingyun breathed a long sigh of relief.

Immediately afterwards, his [magic power] surged suddenly, and he could clearly feel it increasing.

Logically speaking, the summoning spell [Spirit Messenger] of the third ring is not enough to allow the master to share the servant's power.

But Miss Nine-Headed Bird's level might be too high.

Just a little bit was accidentally leaked, and Zhang Lingyun's [magic power] increased significantly.

This is truly an unexpected delight!

Miss Nine-Headed Bird blew a kiss to Zhang Lingyun through the spatial rift:

"My master with limitless potential, I await your first summons."

As soon as he finished speaking, the spatial rift slowly closed.

Miss Nine-Headed Bird transformed back into her true form, spreading her enormous wings, which stretched for three thousand miles, and raising her nine heads, each as large as a mountain.

With a thunderous roar, she shot into the sky of the [Spirit Realm], her shadow even obscuring the sun.

The summoning ritual ended without any major incidents.

Zhang Lingyun's back was soaked with cold sweat.

This "magical world" was still too strange for him, filled with all sorts of unknown elements.

Xia Youran was still in shock.

The thought of that woman with nine heads made her tremble uncontrollably.

She muttered under her breath:

"I'm too scared to go back to my room to sleep tonight."

Zhang Lingyun glanced at her, deliberately teasing her:

"You mean, we should switch rooms?"

Xia Youran blushed and gently punched him.

She thought to herself, "This man is so annoying! Why does he have to make me say all the embarrassing things?"

Bai Lu, watching the two flirting on the other end of the video, couldn't help but frown.

Just then, my roommate's teasing voice came from outside the blanket:

"Lulu, why are you kicking your legs so much in the middle of the night instead of sleeping? Are you chatting with your boyfriend while secretly generating electricity?"

Bai Lu was startled and quickly hung up the phone.

the next day.

Zhang Lingyun arrived at Green Island University as agreed.

He finally met his very busy master.

Lan Ruoxi had originally scheduled a hospital consultation for today.

But this morning, after hearing from Bai Lu that Zhang Lingyun had successfully summoned the third-ring [Spirit Realm Messenger], she specially canceled her work and stayed at school to wait.

The speed at which this apprentice was growing far exceeded all her expectations.

I have hardly ever personally guided him, but his level of skill has been steadily rising.

Lan Ruoxi then pulled out the radiation-emitting "detection card".

She spoke to Zhang Lingyun:

Let's test your [magic power] again.

Zhang Lingyun was very worried.

He was afraid that he would get radiation sickness sooner or later from frequent contact with this radiation card.

However, Lan Ruoxi's pressure was too strong, so he obediently stretched out his head and let the card stick to his forehead.

The final test results were even more astonishing than before.

Zhang Lingyun's [Magic Power] has approached 70,000 units.

Lan Ruoxi's pretty face showed no outward emotion, and her tone was calm:

"Not bad, looks like I haven't been slacking off lately."

But inside her heart, a storm was raging.

Because at this rate of growth, Zhang Lingyun's [Magic Value] will exceed 100,000 before he officially becomes a freshman.

Such talent left even her, the "Great Witch," in awe.

The emotions expressed during the White Dew solar term are much more straightforward.

Unlike Lan Ruoxi, who was aloof and reserved, she became excited after seeing the data.

She couldn't help but praise:

"Junior brother, your growth rate is outrageous!"

She was naturally very lively, and instinctively wanted to go up and hug the other person.

But the image of Xia Youran nestled beside him in last night's video flashed through his mind instantly.

A sense of disappointment welled up inside her, and she pouted and stepped aside. "Hmph!"

Zhang Lingyun frowned, wondering what she was humming.

Lan Ruoxi continued to inquire about the cultivation progress:

"I heard from Bailu that you bought supplementary medicine for the [Meditation Method]. How's your progress?"