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Regardless of how Zhang Feng would be mistreated by Zhao Wujie, at this moment, when Ye Huan finally burst out of the Trial Assembly venue, clutching two summoned M4A1 assault rifles, he was shocked to find that in such a short time, he had lost track of those black-clad figures. Even Zhang Ren and Weiyang were nowhere to be seen.
Scanning his surroundings, Ye Huan's gaze was instantly drawn to a nearby grove of trees. Apart from that area, it seemed there was no other place to hide in this region. After a brief hesitation, Ye Huan decided to head towards the grove.
Helping others all the way and delivering Buddha to the West—this saying is well-known, yet only a small fraction of people can truly act on it. For instance, Ye Huan himself found it difficult to do so. If it weren't for the fact that the little princess was quite attractive and was his 'fiancée,' he wouldn't have bothered coming at all!
Moreover, Ye Huan also wanted to shake off Zhao Wujie. After all, as the eldest son of the Ye Family, attending this ridiculous Trial Assembly and becoming a Prisoner would tarnish the reputation of the Ye Family.
With these thoughts in mind, Ye Huan quickly stepped into the grove…
Due to the dense trees blocking the sunlight, it was hard to see in the grove. The humidity naturally filled the entire area, making the ground particularly damp and leaving plenty of clues for Ye Huan, especially the clear footprints visible on the ground.
Following the footprints for a while, one particular large footprint quickly caught Ye Huan's attention. It was obvious that this must have been left by Weiyang, that chubby guy. Most martial artists were light on their feet; how could they leave such obvious prints?
After estimating the size of the footprint and recalling Weiyang's foot size in his mind, Ye Huan followed this print deeper into the grove.
The further he went in, the more something felt off. As the trees grew denser, the grove became increasingly dim. Did those black-clad figures come here just to play hide and seek out of boredom?
Thinking they wouldn't be that dull, Ye Huan became much more cautious. His pace slowed as he frequently glanced around for any ambushes.
After walking a bit further, a crisp sound of a branch snapping echoed through the air. Ye Huan looked down in surprise, and just as he did so, two sharpened branches fashioned into spears shot toward him with a sharp whistling sound.
"That's it, these guys are too sneaky!"
So focused on whether there would be an ambush, Ye Huan completely forgot that the forest was a great place to set traps. He couldn't help but curse under his breath, though he also didn't want to think about who had been the one to scatter a large number of M67 fragmentation grenades among those black-clad figures near the moat in the capital city.
This time, it was just those black-clad figures using what Ye Huan had taught them against him. The wheel of fortune had turned; Ye Huan was finally going to experience the taste of falling into a trap himself...
"Ye Huan, be careful!" Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out. The Three Foot Azure Edge sliced through the air beside Ye Huan, knocking two long spears that were about to strike him aside.
Breathing heavily from the shock, Ye Huan slowly turned his head and saw a handsome face. Confused, he asked, "Zhang Ren, what are you doing here? Didn't you go after those black-clad figures with Weiyang?"
"Don't mention it. Ever since I entered this forest, I've been ambushed at least twenty times. Even the black-clad figures lost track of me. In my opinion, they must have prepared an escape route long ago and set up ambushes throughout this forest."
Sitting down heavily on the ground, Zhang Ren sheathed his sword, looking utterly dejected. It was clear he had suffered quite a blow. After all, who wouldn't feel miserable if their uncle was the city lord and they encountered a situation where a princess was kidnapped?
Patting Zhang Ren on the shoulder, Ye Huan struggled to find words of comfort. After a while, he remembered his original purpose for entering the forest and exclaimed, "Oh no..."
"What do you mean 'oh no'?" Hearing Ye Huan's anxious tone, Zhang Ren looked up in surprise, confusion written all over his face. He couldn't fathom what could be worse than a princess being kidnapped.
"What could be worse? Weiyang! Look at these footprints; they're his! According to what you said, this forest is filled with traps. Doesn't that mean Weiyang is..." Ye Huan trailed off mid-sentence as he imagined Weiyang being stabbed like a porcupine.
With a dismissive curl of his lip, Zhang Ren had no good impression of that fat guy. Without thinking twice, he replied, "You mean that fat guy? Pfft, if he dies, so be it; he's not anyone important... Wait a minute, important? I remember he's the grandson of the Mage Association president!"
Mentioning 'important,' Zhang Ren suddenly recalled Weiyang's status as the grandson of the Mage Association president! Just one princess was already enough for his uncle Zhang Feng to face serious consequences in front of Zhao Wujie; if they added Weiyang into the mix, wouldn't that mean 'complete annihilation and extermination of nine generations' would befall their family?
Thinking of this, Zhang Ren could no longer sit still. The previous sense of despair vanished completely as he grabbed Ye Huan and started walking along the footprints, muttering, "Hurry, we need to find that fat bastard quickly, or my uncle is going to be in big trouble..."
As Zhang Ren pulled him along, Ye Huan stumbled and nearly fell to the ground. After finally stabilizing himself, he summoned the Dragon Scale Armor without a second thought. In such a dangerous place, it was essential to protect his precious life, and the weight of the Dragon Scale Armor was negligible.
In fact, Ye Huan's decision was correct. As Zhang Ren had said, this forest had indeed been set up by those men in black before they entered the Trial Assembly venue, specifically designed to obstruct their escape as a last resort. It couldn't possibly be as simple as just a few traps.
They hadn't gone far when, in less than two minutes, Ye Huan and Zhang Ren triggered four mechanisms: they fell into a pit once, got caught in nets twice, and even Ye Huan was hit by an ambush spear once. If he hadn't been wearing the Dragon Scale Armor, he would have been dead by now.
After falling into traps four times in a row, Ye Huan became increasingly cautious. He took care to observe every step with Zhang Ren. However, this cautious approach slowed them down to a pace barely faster than a snail's.
"If we keep delaying like this, I'm worried about Weiyang and the little princess!"
Finally, Zhang Ren lost his patience. As a Fifth-Level Warrior, having to constantly be on guard against traps meant for ordinary people was exhausting. He shouted in frustration.
Zhang Ren was right; these traps were indeed designed for ordinary people and were ineffective against a prepared Fifth-Level Warrior. However, it was precisely these small traps that Zhang Ren had to be wary of. If he let his guard down, a spear could pierce his heart at any moment.
"Damn it, I wish I were a Sixth-Level Warrior," he cursed. After venting his frustrations by scratching his head helplessly, he continued forward. Yet his words caught Ye Huan's attention.
"A Sixth-Level Warrior? Why not an Eighth-Level or Ninth-Level?" Curious about what he might not know, Ye Huan asked Zhang Ren, "Hey, Zhang Ren, aren't you already a Fifth-Level Warrior? How much stronger can a Sixth-Level Warrior be compared to you? Why do you say you wish you were one?"
While asking Zhang Ren this question, Ye Huan casually stepped over an inconspicuous branch. However, upon closer inspection, one could see that the other end of the branch was tied with a thin wire connected to a large tree in the distance.
Having already fallen for two similar ambushes, if Ye Huan still couldn't recognize this type of trap design, then he truly would be wasting his time crossing over from the Twenty-First Century. As someone who had played games since childhood, how could mere traps pose any challenge for him?
"Don't you know that those above Level Six in the Professional rank have the ability to control Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy to enhance themselves?" Zhang Ren looked at Ye Huan with a strange expression, feeling a renewed sense of doubt about Ye Huan's identity. After all, how could the young master of the Ye Family, who had lived there since childhood, not know such common knowledge?
Seeing the disbelief on Zhang Ren's face, Ye Huan understood that from the perspective of others, it was indeed astonishing for the son of Ninth-Level Expert Ye Tian to be unaware of matters concerning Professionals. However, Ye Huan had no way to explain; after all, he had only been a Level One Summoner for just over ten days. In such a short time, it was already impressive that he could turn to the fourth page of the Summoning Book; how could he possibly concern himself with other issues?
After hesitating for a moment, Ye Huan decided it would be more appropriate to honestly explain his situation to Zhang Ren. He slowly revealed that he had only been on the path of becoming a Professional for a little over ten days, omitting only the relationship between himself and the little princess.
"A monster... No wonder you are Ye Tian's son..." Upon hearing Ye Huan gradually explain his circumstances, Zhang Ren couldn't help but feel that Ye Huan was quite peculiar. After a moment of contemplation, he began to explain the secrets of Professionals above Sixth-Level.
It turned out that after reaching Third Rank through mediums like the Summoning Book, staffs, or swords, Professionals needed to start cultivating. This cultivation method was often passed down by a Professional's master and served to accelerate their absorption of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy. For instance, Zhang Ren had gained his cultivation technique through his uncle Zhang Feng, which allowed him to absorb spiritual energy at an astonishing rate—four times faster.
Additionally, at the three major associations in the royal capital, one could obtain ordinary cultivation techniques as long as they possessed enough gold coins. However, these cheap techniques were nearly ineffective in accelerating the absorption of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy. Rarely would anyone without connections or resources go to these associations to make such purchases.
Once a Professional obtained a cultivation technique and underwent lengthy training to reach Fifth Level Pinnacle, they would encounter a bottleneck in absorbing Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy. Breaking through this bottleneck would allow them to become a Sixth-Level Expert. From then on, Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy could merge into their bodies and become part of them, enabling physical recovery and even temporary enhancement of their bodies. For example, Zhang Feng had once caught a bullet from a Desert Eagle with his bare hands—a very real demonstration of this power.
If one could not break through this bottleneck, they would seemingly remain stuck at Fifth Level Pinnacle for life with no possibility of advancement.
"I see..." After jumping over one of the traps set by those black-clad figures, Ye Huan finally resolved some of his questions upon hearing Zhang Ren's explanation—especially regarding the absorption of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy. Previously, Durei IV had not taught him these things since he had just begun his journey; Ye Huan had always thought that as long as he followed Durei IV's advice and occasionally exposed the Summoning Book to sunlight, he too would eventually become a Ninth-Level Expert. Now it seemed clear that those strong individuals truly succeeded through their own efforts.
Contemplating what Zhang Ren had said about Sixth-Level Experts using Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy to enhance their bodies, an idea suddenly struck Ye Huan's mind regarding how to deal with the numerous traps before him...
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