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If Ye Huan remembered correctly, five years ago during his first physical test, he had also changed his clothes and rushed over, only to encounter that wicked little princess in the palace. Since that day, he had trembled at the sight of a hen.
Even though Ye Huan was no longer the same person he used to be, this past still made him feel a sense of sadness and lamentation.
"I hope I won't run into that princess holding a hen this time."
As he pondered this thought, Ye Huan shook his head, trying to dispel the already vague memories of the little princess from his mind. He casually grabbed a black robe from the wardrobe and put it on.
Once dressed, Durei IV, who stood nearby, looked him up and down with satisfaction before leading Ye Huan toward the carriage outside.
After about ten minutes, at the entrance of the Huaxia Imperial Palace, Ye Huan curiously poked his head out of the small window of the carriage and looked around.
Compared to the ordinary buildings in the royal capital, the palace gave Ye Huan only one impression: opulence. Whether it was the walls or the roads, even the surrounding buildings exuded luxury. The gates and walls shimmered with gold, and the glazed tiles sparkled.
Especially above many buildings, there were large crystal panels embedded, each engraved with the name of that particular structure.
At first, Ye Huan eagerly noted down the names of each building, but soon lost interest.
It was blindingly bright; everything in the palace was made from eye-catching materials, resembling a crystal palace. He couldn't help but wonder if the emperor here was foolish—during summer, with sunlight reflecting off these surfaces, wouldn't it be unbearable?
Sitting back down obediently, Ye Huan closed his eyes in boredom. After a while, the carriage came to a stop. Durei IV patted Ye Huan's shoulder and led him out toward a building that covered at least five hundred square meters.
As they passed through the main gate, Ye Huan glanced up at the crystal plaque above: Golden Throne Hall!
Upon entering through the door, he saw a massive dragon throne placed in the center of the hall about thirty meters ahead. On that throne sat a middle-aged man with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, dressed in imperial robes and wearing a crown—truly majestic.
Without needing to ask, it was clear that this middle-aged man was none other than Zhao Wujie, the emperor of Huaxia Nation. Beside him stood two elderly men in purple-blue official attire; it was unclear whether they were officials of Huaxia Nation.
"Are you Ye Huan?" As Ye Huan assessed Zhao Wujie, Zhao Wujie was also scrutinizing Ye Huan and took the initiative to ask.
"Yes, I am Ye Huan..." Unfamiliar with the etiquette of the palace, Ye Huan responded and slightly bent at the waist, fearing he might cause some trouble.
Despite Ye Huan being cautious enough, an elder beside the emperor suddenly shouted, "You dare! Do you not kneel before the Sovereign?"
Kneel?
Instinctively, upon hearing the elder's words, his knees bent. However, in an instant, Ye Huan realized something was amiss and immediately straightened his back, his legs stiffening.
Who was Ye Huan? He was someone who had crossed over from the Twenty-First Century! A man’s knees are worth gold; why should he kneel?
Behind Ye Huan, Durei IV chuckled at this scene, a bright smile on his face. He stepped forward lightly and addressed the elder, saying, "Zhang Daren, what great authority you have! The Sovereign hasn’t said anything, so by what right do you demand my disciple to kneel? According to the laws of Huaxia Nation, a Professional is not required to kneel to others, right?"
"Hmph!" Upon seeing Durei IV, Zhang Daren seemed intimidated. He let out a heavy snort but did not continue speaking. Durei IV, unfazed, shrugged and stepped back.
Seeing this unfold, even if Ye Huan were foolish, he could sense something unusual. Since the law was clearly stated, why would Zhang Daren deliberately make things difficult for him? Did he have some personal grudge against him?
In truth, Ye Huan was overthinking it. Zhang Daren and he were from entirely different worlds; there was no way they could be intertwined. The reason for targeting Ye Huan stemmed from his relationship with Durei IV. As an official of Huaxia Nation, it was impossible for him to confront the Court Chief Summoner, so he could only take it out on Durei IV's disciple, Ye Huan.
Just as Ye Huan pondered why the so-called Zhang Daren would target him so specifically, Zhao Wujie spoke again: "Ye Huan, I have heard that you publicly killed a man on the streets of the capital?"
'Has news spread to the palace so quickly?'
Upon hearing the emperor's words, Ye Huan was taken aback. He never imagined that his encounter with Zhao Wujie would involve this matter. After a moment's hesitation, he decided it was best to speak truthfully and replied, "Yes, I killed a Ruffian. He attacked me first."
"Oh? Then let me ask you this: did you kill a chicken?" Before Ye Huan could finish speaking, Zhao Wujie followed up immediately.
"Kill a chicken?" Zhao Wujie seemed surprised. If it weren't for him mentioning it, Ye Huan would have completely forgotten that right outside the Warrior Association of the Royal Capital, he had indeed killed a chicken after dispatching a Ruffian. How did Zhao Wujie know about such a trivial matter? He glanced at the two officials beside him, their ears perked up in interest. Ye Huan immediately thought of something and denied it without hesitation, "No, I did not kill a chicken."
"Did not?" Upon hearing Ye Huan's denial, both the Emperor and the two ministers seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. However, Durei IV behind Ye Huan rolled his eyes.
Ye Huan remembered everything from before, even the words once spoken by the little princess. It was precisely because of this that he didn't want to have any interaction with the little princess of Huaxia Nation.
Who knows if the little princess still kept an old hen as a pet? If little dd got pecked, the consequences for Ye Huan would be unimaginable...
"Father, I told you! Ye Huan could never kill a chicken. I don't know who spread such rumors; it's truly hateful."
Suddenly, a clear female voice echoed from the entrance of the Golden Throne Hall. A young woman stepped into the hall with delicate steps, dressed in a pink lotus flower gown and adorned with a phoenix hairpin. Her unadorned face was enough to make any woman feel ashamed of her own appearance, and her slender waist could easily be embraced by an average man.
The only discordant note was that she was holding an old hen in her arms—an old hen that Ye Huan would never forget even in his dreams!
In front of the Emperor, at that moment, Ye Huan felt blood rush to his head, his eyes turning blood-red. Ignoring the strange looks from everyone around him, he quickly approached the young woman and said ominously, "Little Princess, we meet again."
As he spoke, Ye Huan's hand involuntarily reached out and grabbed the old hen's neck from the princess's arms. With a fierce twist, he killed the hen right there in front of her!
Because Ye Huan's sudden outburst caught everyone off guard, no one had anticipated such an event. Zhao Wujie, the two officials, and even Ye Huan's teacher Durei IV all stood frozen in place. The little princess merely stared blankly at Ye Huan, completely oblivious to the fact that her beloved pet had just been slaughtered.
Five seconds later...
"Ah!!!"
A piercing scream rang out. Countless armored guards wielding spears rushed in from outside the palace. Many powerful individuals raised in the palace also sprang into action upon hearing the scream. Before the scream had even ended, these strong figures appeared in the Golden Throne Hall, glaring at Ye Huan menacingly.
"Protect the Sovereign!" The first to arrive was a middle-aged man clad in tight black clothing with a sword at his waist; he appeared to be a skilled warrior. After assessing the situation around him, he shouted loudly. The other strong individuals who followed quickly rushed to Zhao Wujie's side, their expressions tense as they focused their attention on Ye Huan.
It was no wonder they reacted so strongly. After all, Ye Huan had just killed the old hen, and the blood-red glare in his eyes had not faded. Upon seeing these people, he flipped his hand, and a silver-white Desert Eagle appeared in his grasp, its muzzle aimed directly at the first man who arrived.
"Ye Huan, what are you doing?"
At this moment, Durei IV finally reacted. He rushed forward, intending to grab Ye Huan's wrist. However, before he could make a move, the dark muzzle of the Desert Eagle swung around to point at his forehead.
Ye Huan was unaware of what was happening. The two memories in his mind were being stimulated one after another, and at that moment, they began to merge. To put it bluntly, Ye Huan was trapped in a state of madness due to possessing two different memories.
On the other hand, Durei IV felt a primal instinct as a strong individual; upon seeing the dark muzzle, he sensed that Ye Huan could kill him. His legs felt as if they were weighed down with lead, rooted to the ground. After hesitating for a moment, he also flipped his hand lightly, and his Summoning Encyclopedia appeared instantly.
"Come forth! Hell Serpent!"
He pressed down hard on a page of the Summoning Encyclopedia and summoned a creature, hoping that with the Third Rank Summoner's Hell Serpent, he could subdue Ye Huan first.
The Hell Serpent was a creature commonly summoned by Third-Rank Summoners. Although it did not possess strong offensive power and its speed was not particularly fast, its thick skin made it nearly impossible for warriors and mages of the same rank to harm it.
This was precisely why Durei IV chose not to summon any other creatures; he wanted to rely on its defensive capabilities to entangle Ye Huan and strip him of his offensive power.
A cloud of mist swirled around, and before Durei IV, a six-meter-long spotted giant python suddenly appeared. A foul stench spread out with the serpent's arrival. Occasionally, it flicked its tongue out, revealing sharp venomous fangs as its bulbous eyes fixed intently on Ye Huan, as if ready to attack at any moment.
In response to this, the crazed Ye Huan showed little reaction. Behind him, the little princess held the dead hen in her arms, staring blankly at the scene before her. The sight of the slightly emaciated Ye Huan with blood-red eyes confronting the Hell Serpent left her deeply shocked.
In her memory, Ye Huan represented nothing more than a coward who wouldn't even dare to kill a chicken. Yet here he was, right in front of her father, killing his beloved pet without fear of an imposing giant python. This made the little princess anxiously question herself: 'Is Ye Huan really still the same Ye Huan from before?'
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