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Chapter 223: Confusion
Suppressing the urge to immediately consume the Tenth Level Beast Inner Pill, Ye Huan nodded heavily after hearing Bai Yulin's words. He decided to first use the blood of the Holy Dragon to save his father, Ye Tian, to avoid any sudden toxicity that might cause unnecessary trouble later.
As he left the room filled with the scent of hormones, Ye Huan saw Zuo Yi standing at the courtyard exit, his face marked with concern. Upon noticing Ye Huan, Zuo Yi hurriedly approached, his worry transforming into a smile. "Ye Huan, I just received news from a member of Dragon Hall that you have returned from the Northern Liang Mountain Range. I was a bit skeptical at first, but here you are in front of me after just a few days. How did it go? Did you manage to get the blood of the Holy Dragon?"
"Thank you for your concern. The blood of the Holy Dragon is secured. Look..."
Nodding at the delighted Zuo Yi, Ye Huan took out a piece of cloth stained with the blood of the Holy Dragon from his pocket and waved it in front of Zuo Yi, who stared wide-eyed and murmured, "This... how is this Dry Blood of the Sacred Dragon? Is it usable?"
"Dry? It will return to its original state soon enough."
As if anticipating this situation, a crisp sound echoed as a delicate Military Lighter appeared in Ye Huan's hand. He ignited the cloth containing the Holy Dragon's blood. At the same time, a water sphere materialized beneath the cloth. Those familiar would recognize it as a Cultivator's Condensation Technique; others might mistake it for a Third Rank water spell used by mages.
With no time to explain to the astonished Zuo Yi, Ye Huan watched as the cloth gradually burned down to ashes that fell into the water sphere. He carefully retrieved the Military Lighter and cradled the water sphere in both hands. Inside, two colors were constantly shifting: one was black ash from the burned cloth, and the other was a deep red from the Holy Dragon's blood!
Boom!
The water sphere suddenly exploded, sending transparent droplets mixed with black ash splattering in all directions. In front of Ye Huan, four or five bright red beads remained—these were all droplets of Holy Dragon's blood!
He retrieved two prepared Porcelain Bottles from his Spatial Ring and collected several drops of blood into them. Only then did Ye Huan let out a sigh of relief. Shaking one of the Porcelain Bottles, he smiled at Zuo Yi and exclaimed, "Mission accomplished! Pure Holy Dragon's blood..."
"How did you do that?"
Having witnessed this miraculous scene, Zuo Yi gaped in disbelief, almost snatching the Porcelain Bottle to examine it closely. This made Ye Huan feel a bit smug. Just as he was about to explain the principle behind it to Zuo Yi, a voice belonging to Black Shadow Flower suddenly rang out behind him: "Hmph! First using Condensation Technique to absorb the burned cloth and Holy Dragon's blood, then separating them based on their weight in water using Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy—this is merely cleverness; it hardly counts as skill..."
"Burned Holy Dragon's blood? Does that have the same effect as unburned?"
In an instant, Zuo Yi grasped Black Shadow Flower's point and asked while curiously eyeing Ye Huan's Porcelain Bottle again. Even Ye Huan shared this question as he turned his gaze toward Black Shadow Flower, who was a Tenth-Level Beast known as Hell Dragon.
Due to the disappearance of the Tenth Level Beast Inner Pill, Black Shadow Flower's mood was understandably poor. She didn't even glance at Ye Huan and instead directed her answer at Zuo Yi, saying, "Don't worry! The blood of the Holy Dragon cannot be burned by ordinary flames. So even if Ye Huan has the ability to ignite the fabric stained with Holy Dragon blood, it is still impossible to burn the Holy Dragon blood itself..."
"That's good to hear..."
Ye Huan could guess with his toes why Black Shadow Flower was giving him a cold shoulder. He didn't take her attitude to heart; after nodding, he set off directly toward the room where Ye Tian was located. As for calling Doctor Hua Tuo, he figured Zuo Yi would arrange everything without needing Ye Huan's instructions.
A few minutes later, Ye Huan entered Ye Tian's room, holding the Porcelain Bottle in his hand. Behind him, besides Zuo Yi, Bai Yulin and Black Shadow Flower followed as well, perhaps wanting to verify whether Ye Huan's claim about using Holy Dragon blood to save his father was true.
Not paying attention to the two Tenth-Level Beasts following him, Ye Huan quickly spotted Doctor Hua Tuo sitting by Ye Tian's bedside. He hurried over and held out the Porcelain Bottle, saying, "Doctor Hua Tuo, I've found the Holy Dragon blood you needed! I wonder..."
"Lord Zuo Yi has already informed me. I will definitely save the family head. Young Master, why don't you sit over there for a moment? I'll get started right away."
Carefully taking the Porcelain Bottle from Ye Huan, Doctor Hua Tuo appeared particularly cautious, fearing that any mistake on his part might lead to disaster. If that were to happen, not only would Ye Tian's life be in jeopardy, but he would likely be torn apart by Ye Huan as well.
To avoid disturbing Doctor Hua Tuo while he worked on Ye Tian, Ye Huan understood that staying beside him in his anxious state wouldn't be helpful. So he obediently sat down as instructed. However, before he could even warm his seat, Black Shadow Flower quickly approached and sat down next to him with a clattering of her black leather boots. She leaned in and whispered, "Ye Huan, are they all your subordinates? I hear almost everyone here calls you Young Master?"
Young Master?
Upon hearing Black Shadow Flower's question, Ye Huan initially wanted to ask what was wrong with that. But then he recalled how Doctor Hua Tuo had addressed him and suddenly realized something. In the past, aside from members of Dragon Hall, nearly all Regular Soldiers in Tianyue City referred to him as General; even Military Doctors did not make an exception. When did Doctor Hua Tuo start calling him Young Master?
Glancing at Zuo Yi beside him and noticing that Zuo Yi seemed slightly uncomfortable as if he had caught on to something, Ye Huan immediately understood that this must be Zuo Yi's doing behind the scenes. He could only stiffly respond to Black Shadow Flower, "Yes, they are all my subordinates."
"Really?!"
After casting a curious glance at Doctor Hua Tuo, Black Shadow Flower seemed eager to say something but ultimately held back. She stood up and returned to Bai Yulin's side like a little bird seeking comfort. This made Ye Huan breathe a sigh of relief; after all, despite her beauty, Black Shadow Flower was still a Tenth-Level Beast Hell Dragon. If she got angry—thinking of a furious Mother Tyrannosaurus was terrifying enough.
Thinking that Black Shadow Flower better not come looking for trouble with him, Ye Huan couldn't sit still any longer. He decided to take advantage of Doctor Hua Tuo working on Ye Tian and pulled Zuo Yi outside to ask what he had been hiding from him. After several months of changes in Tianyue City from top to bottom, it was impossible for Ye Huan not to notice.
Once outside under the night sky, Zuo Yi initially pretended to be confused. However, when Ye Huan continued to stare at him intently, Zuo Yi finally felt uneasy and tentatively asked, "Young Master, is there something you need?!"
"Of course! Am I pulling you out here just for moon-gazing? Speak honestly! What is going on with Tian Yue right now? Why does everyone call me Young Master? What’s up with the architectural layout of Dragon Hall Headquarters? And what about the Nine Dragon Flag? Don’t tell me you don’t know anything about what’s happening in the royal capital; give me a reason."
Ye Huan rolled his eyes. Although he had long suspected the truth, he still wanted to hear it from Zuo Yi's mouth. In this world, Ye Huan had very few friends—just a handful. If even they couldn't be honest with him, then what was the point of Ye Huan fighting so hard to protect the current Huaxia?
Sensing Ye Huan's feelings, Zuo Yi hesitated before slowly sharing his thoughts. It turned out that ever since Ye Huan returned from Eastern State, Zuo Yi had been contemplating whether he could let Ye Huan rule the current Huaxia Nation. On one hand, Ye Huan's strength was sufficient; on the other hand, it would set a goal for his subordinates. Otherwise, why would the members of Four Halls fight so desperately? Was it just for a Huaxia that only had the capital left?
"What about Zhao Ziyu? The entire Phoenix Hall will send news to you; why are you hiding her information from me?"
Knowing that Zuo Yi was not wrong, Ye Huan found it hard to deny everything he said and could only shift the focus by raising another sharp question. Perhaps it would have been better not to ask; as soon as he did, Zuo Yi's expression darkened. After a moment of grinding his teeth, he spat out, "If she doesn't die, even if you take the throne of Huaxia, you won't have the title of 'legitimate ruler.' You'll just be a rebel at best!"
"..."
To be honest, up until now, Ye Huan truly had no intention of rebelling. Just as Wang Pengfei had guessed, he was definitely not cut out to be an emperor. But if he didn't become emperor, what reason did his subordinates have to fight desperately? Take Zuo Yi for example—if Ye Huan didn't become emperor, when Huaxia was unified one day, who would remember that there was a young general named Zuo Yi who had come from Star of Heaven to Tian Yue for Huaxia? Who would remember that Zuo Yi stood on the city walls of the capital during Huaxia's life-and-death crisis?
With one Durei IV, there could easily be a second Durei IV! With precedents like Weiyang and others being expelled from Huaxia Imperial Capital, no one could guarantee that these people wouldn't 'mysteriously' die years later!
The more he thought about it, the more complicated it became. At this moment, Ye Huan felt utterly lost regarding the throne of Huaxia...
...
He had been running a slight fever and had hung on an IV drip all day. His head felt heavy and muddled. After returning home and writing for four or five hours, he realized he couldn't hold on any longer. He decided to post one update today and promised to make up for it once he recovered.
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