Everyone in Qingshi City calls Chen Zheng a waste.
Without a spirit beast or a contract seal, he would not be able to pass the examination of the Beast Mastering Academy. His father advised him to learn business from his own caravan, and his mother always left him a bowl of hot soup. His sister said she was disgusted and turned around and stuffed the chicken drumsticks from the canteen into his hand. Although the Chen family doesn't expect him to get ahead, they won't let outsiders bully him - after all, his surname is Chen.
Life goes on like this, good or bad.
Until he encountered the ferocious beast in the depths of the wilderness - it was pitch black, with jagged bones, and was covered in wounds but still seemed to be tearing him apart. The way it looked at him didn't have the instinctive fear that other spirit beasts had when they saw him.
It's not afraid of him.
And for the first time, Chen Zheng felt his body respond: his blood accelerated, his bones rumbled, as if something that had been sleeping for seventeen years finally opened its eyes.
He knelt down and held out his hand to it.
It bit his hand.
Wounds heal faster than blood flow.
That day Chen Zheng understood - the spiritual beast was afraid of him, not because he was weak. It's because they instinctively know that the person standing in front of them is a higher existence than them.
