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Six days later, in the same room where Ye Huan had been held captive, Ye Huan sat cross-legged on the bed. The 2012 Arms Compendium floated quietly before him. As time passed, the Summoning Book absorbed a vast amount of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy. After continuous compression, this energy formed a faint mist that enveloped Ye Huan's body.
Beside Ye Huan, Weiyang looked on with envy and jealousy, nervously watching him while gripping an unknown staff in his hand. He sighed inwardly at how quickly Ye Huan was leveling up. Why did he have to upgrade at such a critical moment, just as the Trial Assembly was about to begin?
While Weiyang was sweating profusely with anxiety, the mist in the room grew denser. By the time Weiyang could barely make out Ye Huan's figure, all the mist surged into Ye Huan's Summoning Book. The pages of the 2012 Arms Compendium, sized at 16k, suddenly emitted a faint white glow.
Slowly opening his eyes, excitement shone in Ye Huan's gaze as he gently placed his hand on the Summoning Book and began to turn to the fourth page.
After glancing at the illustrations printed on the page, Ye Huan revealed a helpless expression and begrudgingly put away the Summoning Book.
"Ye Huan, why do I feel like you're still a Level One Summoner?" Noticing that Ye Huan had completed his upgrade, Weiyang felt the power within him and couldn't help but frown as he softly asked.
"Do you think I don't want to become a Level Two Summoner? If there's anyone to blame, it can only be my Summoning Book; it's just too thick and cumbersome to flip through..."
Rolling his eyes at Weiyang, Ye Huan spoke as he got off the bed. The two of them walked slowly to the door and pulled it open.
At the doorway, Zhang Ren leaned against a wooden beam, boredly fiddling with his nails. Upon seeing Ye Huan appear, he immediately approached with a hint of complaint. "You two are so slow! The prisoners from various cities in Huaxia Nation have already gathered in Beiyuan City. I'm responsible for the security here; hurry up and follow me!" With that, Zhang Ren strode ahead without caring whether Ye Huan and Weiyang would take this opportunity to escape.
Watching Zhang Ren leave nonchalantly, Ye Huan shook his head helplessly, feeling like he was stuck in a difficult situation with no way to express his frustrations.
To be honest, this whole situation was Weiyang's fault.
A few days ago, when Zhang Ren couldn't get the information he wanted from Ye Huan, he turned his attention to Weiyang. First, he traded two wizarding notebooks for secrets about Ye Huan's Summoning Book. Then he used a Fourth-Level Mage's Light Prison spell to ensure that Weiyang would obediently participate in this ridiculous Trial Assembly. What infuriated Ye Huan even more was that Weiyang had agreed on his behalf, making Ye Huan question his choice of friends...
Fortunately, Zhang Ren did offer quite a few benefits—such as practical notes for Sixth-Level Summoners and magical scrolls—that even made Ye Huan envious. After all, when he left the royal capital, it felt like being expelled; even Durei IV hadn't given him anything useful. Plus, he wasn't sure if their identification documents had been taken by Zhang Ren either; all he could do was stay behind.
In this world, there are no absolute friends or enemies—only absolute interests. When interests become significant enough for others to fight for them, then it’s only natural that relationships between Ye Huan and Zhang Ren would become amicable.
As they walked through the lord's mansion, Zhang Ren was quite excited. He chatted incessantly as they moved along: "I say, you two need to step up today! As long as you can help Beiyuan City secure one of the top three spots in the Trial Assembly, feel free to ask for anything you want—don’t hold back!"
"Can I hit you?" Weiyang shot Zhang Ren an annoyed glare as memories of their first meeting flooded back when Zhang Ren had beaten him up badly. He contemplated whether he could take this chance for revenge.
"Uh, you can forget about that. By the way, you both need to pay attention to etiquette today! The Current Sovereign and the little princess have already arrived in Beiyuan; they might come to watch..." With an awkward smile and a toss of his flowing hair, Zhang Ren outright denied Weiyang's request while reminding them at the end.
As soon as Zhang Ren mentioned that the Current Sovereign and the little princess would be coming to watch, Ye Huan and Weiyang both stopped in their tracks. One wore a face full of frustration, while the other beamed with joy, as if he had just won a massive lottery.
"The little princess is coming?" Bitter Melon frowned. Ye Huan regretted agreeing to Zhang Ren's request for the summoner's notes and a few magic scrolls. His brows were tightly knitted together, and the creases on his forehead formed a 'king' character.
In contrast, Weiyang had not stopped grinning since Zhang Ren announced the little princess's arrival. It was obvious to anyone that he was up to no good.
After walking for a while, Zhang Ren suddenly felt something was off behind him. He turned around in surprise and immediately spotted Weiyang's lewd smile, which made him feel wary. Was he really thinking of targeting the little princess? Zhang Ren was still counting on his uncle to help him propose to the Current Sovereign!
Ignoring the disgusting fat man, Zhang Ren quickly approached Ye Huan and asked, "Brother Ye, is there something troubling you?"
"…"
What did it mean to have something shameful? Although Ye Huan couldn't claim to be entirely aboveboard, he wasn't exactly a petty thief either. After a brief moment of hesitation, he found himself nodding in agreement.
"Hey, that's easy to solve! I have an idea…"
Zhang Ren looked at Weiyang with a sly grin, feeling that today’s weather was indeed quite nice.
……
Every year, the Trial Assembly is held with great pomp and circumstance; it rivals even the festivities of New Year's Eve. The reason behind this is that everyone harbors a dark side within them, and the life-and-death struggles of prisoners from across Huaxia Nation ignite a fervor in every spectator, making them feel as invigorated as if they had consumed Argentine energy drinks.
Because of this very reason, whenever news breaks that the Trial Assembly will take place somewhere, countless wealthy Noble Lords gather from afar. Even the royal family of Huaxia Nation occasionally participates.
Today, in order to please Current Sovereign Zhao Wujie, Lord Zhang Feng of Beiyuan City has constructed an extraordinarily luxurious venue for the Trial Assembly. The circular grandstand stands over twenty meters high and is filled with thousands of beast-skin chairs. In front of every four chairs is a round table laden with various fruits and teas.
In the center of the circular grandstand, many prisoners from all over the country are caged together. Among them are numerous low-level Professionals and some death-row inmates on the run. Additionally, there are many higher-ranked Professionals being escorted here in droves.
Of course, Zhang Feng did not spend this money frivolously; at least besides the Current Sovereign and the little princess, other nobles must purchase something called a 'ticket' to enter. Just from this source of income alone, Zhang Feng could secure a substantial profit for Beiyuan City.
From dawn until sunrise, under the sunlight, the night mist gradually dissipates…
Many nobles have already entered the competition venue. At the main entrance, several carriages adorned with the royal Nine-Clawed Golden Dragon insignia slowly approach. Seeing this, Zhang Feng hurriedly went to greet them.
"I pay my respects to Your Sovereign and Your Highness, little princess!"
Even as a Professional, Zhang Feng was well-versed in court etiquette; even before seeing Zhao Wujie, he knelt before the carriage as a sign of loyalty.
The curtain of the carriage was slowly drawn back, revealing Zhao Wujie dressed in the emperor's dragon robe. A subtle smile graced his face as he approached Zhang Feng and said, "Rise, my minister! This year's Trial Assembly will likely trouble you."
"Your humble servant is terrified; I dare not..."
Trouble? While he feigned reluctance, Zhang Feng secretly hoped that the Trial Assembly would be held more frequently in Beiyuan City. In these times, who could afford to turn away from money?
Standing up straight again, Zhang Feng shifted his gaze to a carriage behind Zhao Wujie. If he guessed correctly, the little princess was inside that carriage...
Sure enough, within ten seconds, the curtain of the second carriage was slowly pulled back. The little princess appeared before everyone in an exceptionally luxurious palace qipao. Although her hair was simply styled, it was elegantly pinned up with a few strands cascading down between her eyes, exuding an enchanting allure.
The qipao she wore seemed to have been specially designed for her; the slit at the hem had been cut high, revealing her fair thighs. With each delicate step she took, the skirt swayed enticingly, a temptation that words could hardly describe...
Once both the little princess and Zhao Wujie had made their appearances, Zhang Feng hurriedly led them toward the podium of the assembly.
Throughout the journey, Zhang Feng carefully stayed by Zhao Wujie's side while the little princess curiously surveyed her surroundings. As she walked, the glimpse of her thighs caught the attention of the nobles who had already entered the venue. The younger ones gazed with eyes gleaming like green oil...
Feeling self-conscious under so many gazes, the little princess couldn't help but let out a cold huff before turning her beautiful eyes toward another direction—the center of the venue.
There stood two figures, one fat and one thin, dressed in black robes with black hats adorned with insignias that obscured their faces. The plump one held a staff while the slender one stood empty-handed.
For some reason, the little princess felt as if she had seen the thin one somewhere before...
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