My Infinite Cultivation System-Chapter 67: New System Function

Alex suddenly felt the dragon was very cute. He wanted to pet it. The dragon yawned, revealing rows of pearly teeth that looked sharp enough to pierce steel, and Alex found himself smiling despite the danger.

"I wish I could tame it," he thought, his eyes never leaving the sleeping beauty before him.

The words had barely formed in his mind when the system responded.

[Ding! Host wants to form a contract with a beast. New system function, "Beast Master" is activated.]

Alex jerked backward as if struck by something, his hand flying to his chest where the notification seemed to resonate. "Huh? What? A new function?" He spun around as if expecting someone to be watching him. "How many functions do you have? Why not give me all of them at once?"

But even as he complained, curiosity burned through him like wildfire. What kind of function was this Beast Master? He had seen cultivation systems before, had witnessed talents that would make people weep with envy, but something about this felt different. It felt monumental.

[Beast Master: You can form contract with 2 beasts in each new realm. You can either force the beast to become your pet, or the beast can willingly become your pet.]

Alex’s eyes scanned the text, his breathing growing shallow.

[You will gain 10% permanent strength of your contracted beast, and you will be able to merge with your beast after reaching the planetary realm.]

His vision swam.

[Current Beast slots: (0/12)]

"Holy cow," Alex whispered, his voice barely audible even to his own ears. His eyes had widened so dramatically that they threatened to consume his entire face. What kind of broken function was this?

He had seen beast-related talents before. They could form bonds with creatures. But they were limited to one beast, maybe two if they had exceptional talent. The bond gave them communication and a partner in battle, perhaps some minor empathy, but never anything like this.

But he could form contracts with two beasts in every single realm.

That alone was staggering. But the second part of the function sent his mind spiraling into realms of impossible fantasy. He would gain ten percent permanent strength from each of his contracted beasts.

If he could contract with ten planetary beasts, he would gain an entire planetary level’s worth of power on top of his own cultivation. The mathematics of it made his head spin.

Alex swallowed hard, and for a moment, he forgot where he was. His eyes glazed over, and a dreamy smile spread across his face. In his mind’s eye, he saw himself standing atop a mountain of cosmic debris, a nine-headed hydra coiled obediently at his feet. Each of its heads could breathe destruction that would annihilate solar systems. Stars exploded at his command. Galaxies trembled before his might.

Water almost came out from his mouth, and he had to physically shake his head to dispel the vision.

"Either I will have to force them, or they will have to accept willingly," he muttered, forcing himself to think rationally.

It was very unlikely for a powerful beast to accept servitude willingly. Beasts of significant cultivation had pride that matched, and often exceeded, that of humans. They would rather die than bow to a lesser being.

And if he could force beasts to become his pets, then he would have to be more powerful than the beast in question. That killed the purpose of having an instant power boost. If he was already stronger, he didn’t need the boost.

"Anyway, it’s still far better than anything else out there," Alex concluded, pushing aside his doubts. "I’ll have a force of super army under me. That alone is enough. That alone changes everything."

His eyes returned to the sleeping dragon, and he activated his analysis function without conscious thought. The information flooded his mind like water through a broken dam.

[Name: Dragon Hatching]

[Talent: Life Elementalist (Primordial)]

[Rank: High Level Saint]

[Note: Has the bloodline of the Ancestral Life Dragon. Need to ascend to the universe realm to unlock the bloodline.]

Alex swallowed hard. He had found a treasure beyond his wildest imaginations. But that thing was a high-level saint-tier beast, and there was a very real chance its parents also lived here. The cave had felt too perfect, too intentionally formed to be a random nesting ground.

If he started fighting it here and its parent appeared, he would be finished.

"What should I do?" Alex’s mind raced through possibilities, discarding each almost as quickly as it formed. "First, let’s copy the talent. Then we will think of other things."

Alex was not foolish enough to let go of a primordial talent. He would have to be insane to walk away from this opportunity.

He started walking slowly, each step measured and precise. His spatial stealth wrapped around him like a second skin, bending light and presence around his form until he was essentially invisible to the naked eye and to most forms of spiritual detection. The dragon, lost in whatever dreams occupied a hatchling’s mind, did not notice him.

Just as he was about to reach out and touch the creature, his hand stopped inches from those shimmering scales. A thought had struck him. The dragon couldn’t see him. It was a chance, perhaps his only chance, to injure it now. Then he would try to use a force contract while it was weakened.

"Sorry, little one," he whispered, and he meant it. "I promise I’ll love you enough to make you forget the pain today."

He used dragon transformation and a saint tier sword appeared in his hand. He drew back, aimed carefully at the base of the skull where he knew the brainstem lay, and struck.

The impact was tremendous.

A high-level saint possessed around 2.1 teratons of force. But dragon species were not human. Their genetic base was far superior, their bodies forged through eons of evolution to be living weapons. Even so, a close-ranged attack on the head delivered by another saint-level being still shook its brain with catastrophic force. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

And it was only a child.

Alex expected it to faint instantly. He had calculated the force, measured the angle, and executed with precision. But the dragon did not faint. Instead, its eyes flew open, and it started wobbling like a drunkard, its legs crossing and uncrossing as it tried desperately to understand what was happening.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Alex did not hesitate. He discarded the sword and started punching on the head. He rained punch after punch onto the creature’s skull, each blow landing with the force of a collapsing mountain.

The dragon, unable to see its attacker, could not defend itself. Its danger sense, honed through generations of predatory evolution, should have alerted it. But spatial stealth was a cruel ability, one that confounded even the most primal instincts.

So the dragon took all the merciless beating head-on.

Even Alex’s hand started to feel the pain. His knuckles split, and blood flew with each impact, but he could not stop. If he stopped, if the dragon recovered enough to cry out, its parents would come. And then the game would be over.

"Damn you. Faint, faint, faint," Alex chanted through gritted teeth, desperation creeping into his voice with each passing second.

For two minutes, he punched nonstop. Two minutes of continuous, savage assault on a creature that had done nothing but exist. Two minutes that felt like two eternities.

Finally, mercifully, the dragon’s eyes rolled back in its head, and it collapsed into unconsciousness.

Alex did not waste a single moment. He grabbed the body, ignoring how small and fragile it felt in his arms, and vanished from the cave using every ounce of spatial ability he possessed.

But what he did not know, what he could not have known, was that the moment the dragon had fainted, an ultra wave had radiated from its body. It was a distress signal, encoded in frequencies that spanned dimensions, a call for help written into the creature’s very DNA.

Swish.

Something tremendous appeared outside the cave. Its massive eyes inspected the interior of the cave.

"Roooaarrr!"

Once it scanned the entire area and found no trace of the baby dragon, it roared. The sound was not merely noise. It was a declaration of war, a grief so profound that it shook the mountain range.