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Chapter One Hundred Thirteen: Journey to the New Continent
Of course, Ye Huan did not come this time to study the past between Lin Yuyong and Han Lin with Weiyang. Instead, there was something he wanted to ask Weiyang for help with. Earlier, while preparing to head to the Southern Xiongnu Empire with Weiyang, Lin Yuyong had gone out to greet Ye Huan. After that, in a private room, Ye Huan spoke to Weiyang: "Weiyang, I have rescued my mother and my younger brother. When you take Lin Yuyong to the Han family, could you stay there for a while? Please help me look after my mother and the others?"
Since he was unsure whether he would face the Mysterious Elder wielding the Crimson Beauty Sword next, Ye Huan was not very reassured about Liu Ruyan and Ye Le's safety. That was why he specifically came to the Mage Association to see if Weiyang was around; after all, Ye Huan had only a few friends.
Weiyang nodded without hesitation but then inevitably asked, "What will you do?"
"Me?" With a bitter smile, Ye Huan recounted how he had rescued Liu Ruyan and how he had witnessed the Crimson Beauty Sword instantly kill twenty-five high-level warriors. In conclusion, Ye Huan added, "I plan to go out and avoid some trouble while also improving my strength."
"Leave? Where can you go? Goryeo? Japan? Or perhaps distant Northern Europe?" Hearing what Ye Huan said, Weiyang, one of Ye Huan's few friends, expressed concern and mentioned several places. Unfortunately, none of those were destinations Ye Huan wanted to visit.
After a long silence, Ye Huan finally replied, "I want to see another continent."
As a cultivator, in the Twenty-First Century during his childhood, Ye Huan had fantasized about becoming a powerful sword immortal wielding a celestial sword and wearing a Dao robe. Unfortunately, that had remained just a fantasy. Now that he had arrived in this world, that fantasy had become a possibility. Coupled with his urgent need for strength improvement, he was eager to explore another continent.
Without responding further, Weiyang clearly understood that this world had another continent besides the Nine Provinces Continent. His expression changed repeatedly as time passed. Finally, after a long while, he gritted his teeth and said to Ye Huan, "Wait for me..."
With that, Weiyang stood up and left the room.
About ten minutes later, when Weiyang returned once again, he held a paper map in his hand and tossed it in front of Ye Huan.
"This is..."
Surprised, he grasped it in his hand and unfolded the map, revealing the entire panorama of the Nine Provinces Continent on the paper.
"It’s the latest panoramic map of the Nine Provinces Continent. I don’t know if it will be useful to you, but it’s better than nothing, right? Just a reminder, you must come back alive; I don’t want to take care of your mother for the rest of my life."
With a bitter smile, Weiyang turned his head aside, still speaking those words. As for the expression on his face, only he would know what it truly was.
Ye Huan glanced at Weiyang with gratitude. He understood that such a map would be worth a considerable amount even within the Mage Association. He carefully tucked it away in his bosom, and the two sat quietly in the room.
After a long while, it was Weiyang who broke the silence first. He asked Ye Huan, "Ye Huan, to reach another continent, you’ll need to prepare for travel by water or air."
"Alright, I understand. Let’s say our goodbyes now!" Ye Huan stood up without further delay. He embraced Weiyang tightly, sharing a smile before striding out of the Mage Association. He pressed his hand against the map in his bosom and thought to himself: 'Wait for me! I won’t be back too late...'
As he walked along, he occasionally used the silver he had obtained from Dragon Hall and Long Batian to purchase a large quantity of necessities. Eventually, Ye Huan found himself unable to carry everything with both hands. So he summoned a military Hummer and loaded all the essential items onto it, driving eastward.
On the way, as he passed by the palace, he stopped the Military Hummer a hundred meters away for a long time. Then Ye Huan pressed down hard on the throttle, transforming into a sharp sword that pierced through to the east!
...
Not long after Ye Huan left the royal capital, an old Taoist appeared in the Capital of Huaxia holding a crimson sword. After encountering some surprised looks from soldiers, he simply tossed the Crimson Beauty Sword into the air. A blood-red shadow instantly stirred up a storm of carnage at the gates of Capital of Huaxia, with thousands of defending soldiers losing their heads without exception.
Stepping over countless headless corpses as he advanced slowly, the old Taoist murmured softly, "Ye Huan, since you could destroy a quarter of the Southern Xiongnu Empire, can’t I Lingxiao destroy a quarter of the Huaxia Imperial Palace?"
As soon as the words were spoken, the Crimson Beauty Sword flew into the sky above the royal capital, transforming into a myriad of red clouds that illuminated the deep autumn night, making the sky appear as if it were ablaze.
"What is happening? What on earth is going on? Someone, quickly!"
"Ye Huan, why haven't you come to see me?!"
In the inner courtyard of the palace, Zhao Wujie was in a state of panic, shouting loudly at the sky that looked like it was on fire. Meanwhile, in a corner of the courtyard, the little princess Zhao Ziyu glared at the red light above, secretly resenting Ye Huan for not coming to find her after arriving in the royal capital. However, in the next moment, countless Crimson Beauty Swords fell like sparks into the palace grounds, and all thoughts vanished from their minds as the entire palace was engulfed in flames!
Amidst the glow of the fire, several blood-red swords flew by, and some clearly saw two characters inscribed on them: "Red Face!"
Like Red Face's tears, this great fire raged for an entire day and night, reducing half of the Huaxia Imperial Palace to ruins. Fortunately, there were no casualties, which made Zhao Wujie feel a sense of relief. But before he could think about how to collect some taxes to rebuild the Huaxia Imperial Palace, a series of messages reached his ears.
"Report! The Southern Xiongnu Empire has mobilized eight hundred thousand troops and is attacking Sky Star City."
"Report! Goryeo has mobilized two hundred ten thousand troops and is attacking Northern Hua Three Cities!"
"Report! The Eastern Yamato Country has mobilized one hundred fifty thousand troops and is attacking Sea Islands!"
Taking advantage of this day-and-night fire, many nations seized the opportunity. A flurry of battle reports fell upon Zhao Wujie like heavy winter snow, chilling him to the bone and leaving his face pale.
At the same time, in Sky Star City, after Ye Huan left, he arrived here after a day and night but could not continue forward. After reuniting with Zuo Yi, he climbed onto the temporarily constructed walls of Sky Star City and gazed northward. Lowering his head, he whispered: "Ye Huan, now that you have left, I fear I will find it difficult to fulfill my promise."
Northern Hua Three Cities...
"Brothers, those bastards from Goryeo are coming again! What should we do?!" A young soldier stood in the center of Northern Hua Three Cities, raising his arms high as he looked at the hundreds of thousands of soldiers before him.
"Fight, fight, fight!"
The deafening roar of battle cries erupted, echoing like a mountain's call or a tsunami, reaching the heavens!
South Sea Ice Island…
"They're back again. How many years has it been since we've experienced war? Five years? Ten years? Can't these Fusang People learn their lesson?"
On the rocky coast at the edge of the island, an old warrior, a Ninth Level Warrior, gazed across the sea, clad in heavy armor, muttering to himself.
…
At this moment, not far from the East Sea, Ye Huan looked at the bright moon rising in the distance and pondered whether he should leave. After hesitating for a while, he loaded all his essentials onto a wooden boat he had bought from some fishermen and set sail alone against the wind.
…
Half a month later…
Winter had arrived, and across the land of Huaxia, the fiercest flames of war in history were burning. Many cities had turned to ruins under the assault of over a million troops. The elderly, women, and children fled in panic while young men joined the Huaxia Nation's army, vowing to defend their homeland with their lives.
No one would have thought that all of this was ignited by a person named Ye Huan. Moreover, this Ye Huan was merely a Fifth Level Pinnacle Summoner. Now he faced a dire situation with supplies running low; all that remained was fresh water. Fortunately, as a summoner, he could conjure Military Ration; otherwise, he would surely starve to death on the endless sea.
A month later…
The territory of Huaxia Nation had shrunk to just a quarter of its original size. The war had ceased, and Zhao Wujie remained the emperor of Huaxia Nation, while the little princess continued to be the little princess of Huaxia Nation. The only notable difference was that the Huaxia army had almost been completely annihilated, and what truly guarded Huaxia now was a group of new forces from Dragon Hall, all wielding the weapons once owned by Ye Huan. Their master was named Ye San.
At this moment, Ye Huan was still drifting at sea. Aside from military rations, he had only fresh water left. After all, without being able to summon a twenty-first-century warship from the 2012 Arms Compendium, relying solely on a small wooden boat to drift to another continent without encountering waves or storms was already quite remarkable.
Two months later…
The current first family of the Southern Xiongnu Empire had risen to prominence and sent a carriage to Huaxia Nation, specifically requesting it be delivered to Weiyang, the grandson of the president of the Mage Association. There were not many people in the carriage; aside from Liu Ruyan and Ye Le, there was only the girl that Ye Huan had rescued from the palace.
In contrast, Ye Huan had run out of fresh water at sea and was now drinking the occasional rainwater that fell from the sky.
A whole season passed…
Three months had passed since the initial war. Eastern Japan Fusang had established two cities on the southern coast of Huaxia Nation, seemingly intending to create a long-term base for survival within Huaxia. Goryeo was doing something similar, having built new cities on the ruins of the former Northern Hua Three Cities and raised Goryeo's flag. As for the Southern Xiongnu Empire, it was needless to say; aside from the capital, nearly all cities in the north had been completely occupied by them. Millions of troops continuously set up camps, and even atop the walls of the Capital of Huaxia, they were clearly visible.
“Do you think the Southern Xiongnu Empire will launch another war?”
“Probably not? With heavy snow falling now, they wouldn't gain much from attacking.”
“Hard to say. If it were me, I would strike while the iron is hot and directly swallow up Huaxia Nation!”
“Shut your mouth; it should be said that Huaxia Nation would swallow up the Southern Xiongnu Empire instead…”
Inside the city of Huaxia, many citizens shivered as they watched the goose-feather snow drifting down from the sky. They spoke among themselves, trying to alleviate the anxiety from the prolonged war they had just endured, while also worrying about the next conflict that might arise. This situation was not uncommon on the land of Huaxia Nation. Even within the royal palace, some generals were engaged in heated arguments, with no one knowing when the next war would break out.
At the same time, far out at sea, a man clung to a piece of wood, his face pale and gaunt as he drifted with the waves. He had no idea how long he had been adrift. When the sky shifted from gloomy rain to night and then finally to dawn, he finally spotted a piece of land.
"Damn it, is that a continent? I, Ye Huan, have finally arrived alive on another continent! Haha! Sword Immortal, here I come!"
Perhaps due to his long time adrift, this man seemed almost dazed as he struggled toward the coastline. Each kick and reach was reminiscent of a dog paddling; though his movements were ungraceful, he made good progress and soon reached an area of rocky shore.
Grabbing hold of a large stone, he leaped up onto it. After splashing his face with the cold seawater, he turned his gaze toward the distance.
What met his eyes was a scene of endless yellow sand despite it being winter; there were no trees in sight, resembling a desert. There wasn't even a small fishing village typically found along coastlines. This left the visitor utterly dumbfounded. After a moment, he shook his head helplessly and muttered one word: "Damn!"
This man was none other than Ye Huan, who had drifted for three months to arrive at this new continent. However, upon seeing such desolation, he felt an unsettling fear creeping in—no fresh water, no food; could this truly be a continent?
Gritting his teeth, he summoned an M4A1 assault rifle and was about to search for a way out when he noticed two figures in the distance amidst the swirling sands. Dressed in Dao robes and moving with incredible speed that seemed beyond human capability, they approached him as if crossing dozens of meters with each step. Before long, they stood not far from Ye Huan.
Ye Huan could clearly see that both individuals wore deep blue Seven Star Robes and held Peach Wood Swords. Despite their youthfulness, they exuded an air of ancient elegance that contrasted sharply with Ye Huan's disheveled appearance. Their hair was tied up in peculiar topknots that looked quite strange. Nevertheless, considering what might happen if he encountered them unfavorably, Ye Huan shouted out desperately: "Help me!"
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