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Chapter 187: Scraping the Ground
As a genius who holds both the title of Sixth-Level Summoner and Golden Core Stage Cultivator, his allies would likely turn the entire Nine Provinces Continent upside down and still find no match for him. Moreover, this genius commands over two hundred of the top Professionals on the Nine Provinces Continent.
The reason for this is simple: "unworthy."
Thus, upon hearing Han Liu's words, Ye Huan smiled brilliantly, revealing a set of pearly white teeth, and softly said, "Han Family Head, do you think I need your Han family's help to kill Xuan Ziming?"
"This..."
Han Liu's expression turned awkward as he found himself at a loss for words. Looking at Ye Huan, who maintained a constant smile, he finally realized that Ye Huan was perhaps no longer the same Ye Huan from before. Instead, he had become a central figure in Huaxia Nation, a leader among those above Eighth-Level Practitioners in Dragon Hall.
After a long silence, Han Liu stood up again, his back bent as if he were an elderly man weighed down by years. He shuffled toward the door, and only after walking quite a distance did he speak in a low, hoarse voice without turning back, "Rest assured! The fact that you and your subordinates came to my Han Residence will not be known to anyone outside of it..."
"Thanks."
Watching the willow tree slowly fade from view, Ye Huan spoke in a voice only he could hear. He gradually stood up and began walking toward the direction where the Dragon Hall members were located. At the same time that Ye Huan was conversing with Han Liu and leaving, in the Flame Sun City Lord's mansion, Qin Hu was anxiously pacing around his father Qin Mu, who was the city lord.
"Dad, listen to me! I really saw Ye Huan!"
"You saw Ye Huan? I’m not trying to criticize you, but is that even possible? Son, you really need to get your head straight."
Furrowing his brows, Qin Mu would have doubted his son’s sanity if Qin Hu weren’t his child. His tone carried a hint of sternness. It was understandable; news of Beiyuan City and Sky Star City falling had just reached the Southern Xiongnu Empire. Even if Ye Huan possessed incredible abilities, it was impossible for him to advance through the war so quickly and reach deep into the Southern Xiongnu Empire’s territory unless they were there for a surprise attack. Otherwise…
"Wait, an ambush?"
As the realization dawned on him, Qin Mu looked at the genuine expression on Qin Hu's face and suddenly felt that it was indeed possible for Qin Hu to have encountered Ye Huan. He hurriedly asked, "Qin Hu, tell me honestly, where did you see Ye Huan? How many people was he with? What did he say to you?"
"There should have been three of them, at the entrance of Han Residence. They didn't say much, but he smiled at me."
Noticing the change in Qin Mu's demeanor and being a second-generation official himself, Qin Hu sensed that Ye Huan's appearance in the Southern Xiongnu Empire was rather suspicious. He answered Qin Mu truthfully, hoping that his father, who had been navigating the political scene for a long time, could find some clues to help him climb higher in the ranks of Flame Sun City's leadership. After all, the higher Qin Mu rose, the more leverage Qin Hu would have.
Even though Qin Hu was somewhat spoiled, he understood this logic. However, when Qin Mu heard his words, he seemed a bit confused and muttered, "He smiled? Ye Huan smiled at you? How is that possible!"
"Dad... Ye Huan really did smile at me. But I thought his smile was kind of creepy, so I just ran away..."
Nervously explaining himself, Qin Hu added a justification for his actions, fearing that Qin Mu would scold him for fleeing without courage. To his surprise, instead of reprimanding him, Qin Mu looked enlightened and even patted Qin Hu on the shoulder with a smile. "Good job running away, son! If you hadn't run, who knows what Ye Huan would have done to you!"
"Huh?!"
Hearing his father praise him for the first time left Qin Hu momentarily stunned; he couldn't quite grasp why. Little did he know that in Qin Mu's mind, he had already interpreted Qin Hu's encounter with Ye Huan as a personal vendetta. In such a scenario, if Qin Hu had fled, how could Qin Mu not be pleased? This seemed to explain why Qin Hu was able to appear safely after meeting Ye Huan.
Contemplating whether he should report this information to the Southern Xiongnu Empire, Qin Mu suddenly recalled that Qin Hu had mentioned seeing Ye Huan at Han Residence's entrance. He couldn't help but speculate about why Ye Huan would be there...
"Oh no! I wonder how Old Man Han is doing! Quickly, son! Take this tiger seal and notify the City Guard to surround Han Residence!"
With a sudden shout, unsure if Ye Huan intended to attack Han Residence, Qin Mu hurriedly tossed a tiger seal—representing military authority—to Qin Hu and rushed outside. This startled Qin Hu; after all, that tiger seal was usually a treasured possession of Qin Mu's. Seeing it thrown away like that was unbelievable. He called out to his father's retreating figure, "Dad! What about you? What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to gather the Town Enforcers of Flame Sun City and head over to the Han family!"
Qin Mu ran far away, completely shedding any semblance of a city lord's demeanor. His loud shouts revealed just how deep his secret dealings with the Han family went, or what benefits he had received, causing even Qin Hu, who often frequented the duck market, to think twice.
...
"Achoo! Achoo! Am I coming down with a cold? Why the hell do I keep sneezing?"
As he stepped into the courtyard where the members of Dragon Hall had gathered, Ye Huan barely had time to observe what they were doing before his sneezes startled everyone. Frustrated, he let out a curse and rubbed his nose before looking ahead, only to find Yang Guangyao's face—neither handsome nor ugly—just a mere five centimeters away from his own.
Bam!
Ye Huan kicked Yang Guangyao away, realizing that Lo Shaobin was also present beside him, likely drawn by the sound of his sneezes. Lo Shaobin wore an expression as bitter as his name suggested, which puzzled Ye Huan. He asked, "Why are you all out here? Is it because Old Man Han chose a bad place?"
As he spoke, Ye Huan glanced around and noticed that although Han Liu's arranged courtyard lacked the charm of flowers and birds, it was spacious enough. With only six rooms, each occupying at least one hundred fifty square meters, it was just right for everyone to chat comfortably. Clearly, Han Liu had put some thought into it.
Lo Shaobin seemed to confirm Ye Huan's thoughts as he furrowed his brows and replied, "No, Young Master. It's not that the place is inadequate; it's just that it's a bit too luxurious."
Luxurious?
Ye Huan recalled that during his previous stay arranged by Han Xuan, he had also lived in a separate courtyard. Hearing this made him somewhat surprised; after such a long period of sieges and battles, there weren't many places that could be described as 'luxurious' by Dragon Hall members.
Thinking about this, Ye Huan said, "Let's go inside and take a look!"
"Yes, Young Master..."
Upon receiving Ye Huan's command, Lo Shaobin hurriedly led the way while Ye Huan followed closely behind. Even Yang Guangyao, who had just been kicked away, scrambled to get up and cautiously trailed after Ye Huan as if nothing had happened.
Soon, the three of them arrived at the door of one of the rooms. When Lo Shaobin opened the door, even Ye Huan couldn't help but be captivated by the decorations inside. A table made of pure gold, chairs inlaid with silver, and a ceiling adorned with glass chandeliers. Even the decorations along the window seams were embedded with glowing objects resembling Inner Pearls; it was unclear whether they were low-level magical beast cores!
"What the heck, when did the Han family become this wealthy?"
Staring wide-eyed at everything, Ye Huan finally understood why Lo Shaobin had exclaimed "luxurious" earlier. Even Ye Huan, who had visited two palaces before, had to admit that the Han family's grandeur was indeed a bit excessive. But was it really enough to make Lo Shaobin so astonished?
Ye Huan looked at Lo Shaobin in confusion. Lo Shaobin, however, was bold; he punched a hole in the wall, allowing Ye Huan to see into another room. Unlike the room reserved for him, in this other room, dozens of Dragon Hall members were sitting on the ground. There was no furniture in sight; even the windows looked as if they had been gnawed on by rats.
However, upon closer inspection, it was easy to notice that each Dragon Hall member had bulging chests as if something was stuffed inside. It seemed they weren't hiding gold tables but rather fragments of those silver benches...
"How disappointing!"
Rolling his eyes, Ye Huan, known as White Impermanence, seemed to forget that over the past two months, although the Dragon Hall members had gained some fame by following him, they had spent all their time on the battlefield and hadn't received a single penny in wages from Ye Huan due to their constant back-and-forth fighting. Could he really blame them for being in such a state?
Yet, Ye Huan's next words completely crushed any lingering thoughts among the Dragon Hall members: "Don't forget to check thoroughly again. If you miss any treasures and we leave without them, you won't have a place to cry..."
Shock, surprise, and speechlessness were perfectly reflected on the faces of the Dragon Hall members upon hearing Ye Huan's words. After a long pause, as they watched Ye Huan turn away, they couldn't help but admire him deeply and internally gave him a new nickname: "Ground Scraper..." implying that while others left traces behind them, Ye Huan merely plucked what he could from those he passed.
Unaware that he had earned yet another nickname from the Dragon Hall members, Ye Huan looked at the only bed in the room and intended to rest for a while. However, before he could lie down, he suddenly heard a loud shout coming from afar—a voice that sounded particularly familiar—shouting: "Han Family Head, I'm here to rescue you!"
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