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What is modification? In Ye Huan's eyes, modification simply means transforming an item into something that the user finds more useful. Take the M4A1 assault rifle, for example; the reason SEAL Team XX modified it into the M4EBR was to make it better suited for the environments they operate in. However, if the M4A1 were in the hands of certain assassins, a silencer might prove to be far more effective than the M4EBR. As for grenades, which purely pursue power...
Looking at the M67 fragmentation grenade in his hand, which was larger than a basketball, Ye Huan couldn't help but wonder if what he had summoned was some device specifically manufactured by a terrorist organization in the twenty-first century for launching attacks. Moreover, he was curious about how such a basketball-sized grenade weighed over ten pounds. The average person would struggle to carry it for long, let alone throw it.
"Could it be... that this is actually a landmine?"
Scratching the back of his head in confusion, Ye Huan couldn't fathom why his original world would create such a bizarre grenade and could only settle on this somewhat reasonable explanation.
Subsequently, Ye Huan summoned other small arms in succession and confirmed that everything written in the 2012 Arms Compendium was indeed real. However, the Summoning Book had undergone some changes due to its absorption of Blood Refinement Sword Qi. Even Ye Huan couldn't say whether this was good or bad; after all, the uncertainties involved in weapon modifications were immense. If he intended to summon a firebomb during a fight and ended up with a beer bottle instead, that would be one thing. But if he summoned a gas canister, then Ye Huan would have no tears left to cry.
As he pondered whether such situations might occur during future battles, he didn't notice that beside him, the Nine-Clawed Golden Dragon had been staring wide-eyed at the oversized M67 fragmentation grenade since it first appeared, clearly taken aback.
It was no surprise; back when Ye Huan fought against Xuan Ziming from the Southern Xiongnu Empire, the explosive power of the M67 grenade and the tiny shrapnel it scattered had left a deep impression on the Nine-Clawed Golden Dragon. Knowing the power of the M67 fragmentation grenade made him pay close attention to Ye Huan's oversized version. If Ye Huan could summon an extra-large M67 grenade, then there was no doubt that when summoning arms like the Type 99 main battle tank or Apache Attack Helicopter, similar effects could occur. This meant that an enlarged Apache Attack Helicopter could potentially have rocket firepower several times greater than before...
"Hey Ye Huan, has your Summoning Book been upgraded? Or has your own strength improved?"
Unable to contain his shock any longer, as soon as Ye Huan closed the 2012 Arms Compendium, the Nine-Clawed Golden Dragon eagerly asked him. Ye Huan didn't know how to respond because if he said that the Summoning Book had upgraded, it would only be because it absorbed Blood Refinement Sword Qi; there wasn't really any upgrade involved. On the other hand, if he claimed that his strength had improved, given that his meridians were damaged and his Golden Core Stage cultivation could not function normally, his current abilities had certainly decreased significantly compared to before—there was no possibility of improvement.
Additionally, what frustrated Ye Huan was that in front of thousands of cultivators and Beitang Mo in mid-air, he could never admit such things aloud; otherwise, it would be like openly declaring that he was now an easy target for others to manipulate.
'Since I remain silent, it seems my guess is indeed correct.'
Ye Huan remained silent, and naturally, the Nine-Clawed Golden Dragon took this silence as agreement. A faint smile appeared on its face; after all, it was Ye Huan's blood that had hatched it. The higher Ye Huan's strength, the greater the potential for the Nine-Clawed Golden Dragon to grow stronger. Who knows? After some time of cultivation, the Nine-Clawed Golden Dragon might once again become a guardian beast of Huaxia Nation.
Unaware of the Nine-Clawed Golden Dragon's thoughts, Ye Huan hurriedly stored away the weapons he had summoned into his Spatial Ring, including a grenade the size of a blue ball.
This scene might have gone unnoticed by others, but beside Weiyang, Beitang Mo, who was being held at gunpoint by Weiyang's pure black Desert Eagle, saw everything clearly. He no longer doubted Ye Huan's identity as a Cultivator due to the Spatial Ring in Ye Huan's hand. Instead, he began to ponder how to explain the misunderstanding between himself and Weiyang.
While Beitang Mo was lost in thought about how to handle the situation, Ye Huan, suppressing the pain radiating from his meridians, quickly approached Bai Yulin and Black Shadow Flower. He inquired in detail about what had happened, especially regarding the thousands of Cultivators. Although the barrier between Jiuzhou and Eastern State had been destroyed by Lingxiao and his group through unknown means, it was still hard to believe that such a large-scale invasion could happen so quickly.
"Ye Huan, here's what happened..." Bai Yulin began to explain slowly upon noticing the puzzled expression on Ye Huan's face. It turned out they were somewhat wary of the thousands of Cultivators from Eastern State and tried to avoid them but ended up in a series of misunderstandings instead. Since there had been no words exchanged and no hands raised—aside from Ye Huan getting hit on the head with a symbol of generalship—there seemed to be no need for things to escalate further.
Listening to Bai Yulin's account and recalling Beitang Mo's status as an elder of Heavenly Dragon Sect, Ye Huan quickly made a decision. He took a few steps forward to stand before Beitang Mo, gently pushing down Weiyang's arm that held the Desert Eagle while respectfully saying, "Senior Bei, what happened earlier was truly a misunderstanding. Could we consider it settled?"
"What happened between us?" Beitang Mo asked with a smile after someone provided him an opportunity to step down. As an elder of a Cultivator sect, he was not one to hold grudges without reason. He added with a chuckle, "By the way, Brother Ye, given your strength, I can't possibly accept being called 'senior.' If you don't mind, just call me Brother Bei."
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