My Two Mighty Spirit Beasts - A. Introduction

The Vermilion Bird my junior sect sister had raised had barely taken human form when someone bound his wrists and ankles and delivered him to my bed.

The young man had been dosed with an aphrodisiac. His eyes were bright with moisture, their corners flushed pink, and his voice was hoarse.

“Please, my lady. Help me.”

Spirit beasts had to remain chaste until they formed a bond with their masters.

While I was using my magic to purge the poison, my junior sister barged in and accused me of sleeping with her Vermilion Bird.

She thought his talent was mediocre and had long coveted my White Tiger. She had staged the whole thing herself.

What she didn’t know was that I was happy to play along. I wanted a different spirit beast too.

My White Tiger’s obsessive possessiveness had grown so extreme that he was showing signs of qi deviation.

And that beautiful Vermilion Bird was clearly a phoenix undergoing rebirth.