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Chapter 127: A Gentleman’s Word, A Swift Horse
Two riders galloped down the wide streets of the capital, splashing up a fair amount of snowmelt. However, upon returning to the Huaxia Imperial Palace, Weiyang and Ye San did not find the 'him' they had expected. Instead, they received some grim news from a trusted aide sent by the little princess: Emperor Zhao Wujie of Huaxia was gravely ill.
After continuous wars, the invasion of their territory, and the siege of the capital by a million-strong army, this emperor, deemed useless by some, finally succumbed to the relentless pressure and fell seriously ill. Occasionally coughing up thick phlegm tinged with blood, it was clear he could not hold on much longer.
When Weiyang and Ye San hurried to Zhao Ziyu's side, they heard that Zhao Wujie had already begun to impart his last words to the little princess. Struggling to speak, he said, "Zhao Ziyu, I fear I won't last much longer. If there is even a glimmer of hope, you must lead our troops out of the capital! And… cough cough… no matter what happens… you must remember that you are the princess of Huaxia… in this life, you must… absolutely avenge our nation!"
"No, Father! I won't leave!"
Tears streamed down her face as Zhao Ziyu threw herself onto Zhao Wujie's frail body, gripping his slightly aged hand tightly. She cried like a weeping willow. Little did she know that after Zhao Wujie's words were spoken, he would close his eyes forever, his hand slipping from her grasp.
Huaxia Nation had three princesses; the eldest had succumbed to a severe illness and passed away, while the second had married far away in the southern seas and was likely in dire straits. With Zhao Wujie having no brothers or sons, upon his death, the throne would undoubtedly fall into Zhao Ziyu's hands.
However, inheriting the throne at such a time was an immense burden. After four months of war, Huaxia Nation's military strength had been reduced to nothing. The only ones still standing on the city walls were either ordinary citizens defending their home or hundreds of low-level professionals from Dragon Hall whom Ye San had managed to rally with Weiyang's help. With a million Southern Xiongnu troops besieging the capital, their situation was undeniably dire.
Knowing she bore the future of Huaxia Nation on her shoulders, Zhao Ziyu cried for a while before forcing herself to hold back her sorrow. With red-rimmed eyes, she turned to Ye San behind her and commanded, "Ye San, send word down to gather your Dragon Hall members. If the Southern Xiongnu Empire dares to attack again, we will break through!"
"Break through? Where to?!"
Ye San stared at Zhao Ziyu in shock. He truly doubted whether he had heard her correctly. After all, outside the capital lay an army of over a million troops. Relying solely on Dragon Hall's few hundred low-level professionals for a breakout seemed utterly far-fetched.
Understanding Ye San's concerns but unsure how to respond herself, Zhao Ziyu thought for a moment and found herself recalling Ye Huan's figure. She spoke resolutely, "To the East Sea! If Ye Huan can return, we might still have a chance and won't become slaves of a fallen nation!"
“Achoo! Ah, ah, Achoo…”
Standing in the Yuxu Palace Main Hall, Ye Huan couldn't help but curse under his breath after sneezing twice in a row. Perhaps it was because he had won a bet against a few old fellows, but he felt annoyed that even after losing, they still murmured about him, causing him to sneeze again.
With this thought in mind, Ye Huan resolved that when the opportunity arose, he would definitely extort these elders of Yuxu Palace. If he missed this chance, he wouldn't know where to find another.
As if sensing his thoughts, the many elders seated on either side of the Yuxu Palace Main Hall wore smiles on their faces. Without waiting for Ye Huan to speak, they each pulled out a long sword from their waists or rings and placed them before him. Finally, Yu Wuxia handed him an antique-looking ring with a smile and said, “Ye Huan, this belongs to you…”
Spatial Ring?
Ignoring the dazzling array of colorful Flying Swords, Ye Huan first picked up the ring given by Yu Wuxia, cradling it carefully in his hands.
“Not sure how to use it? Just try to concentrate and feel it; you’ll understand soon enough.”
Seeing Ye Huan’s expression as if he had found treasure reminded Yu Wuxia of his own early days at Yuxu Palace. He couldn’t help but feel nostalgic and kindly offered a reminder.
After giving a grateful glance, Ye Huan took Yu Wuxia’s advice without hesitation. He focused intently on the Spatial Ring, quickly sensing something emerging from his mind and flowing toward the ring.
Previously, when he was breaking through to the Golden Core Stage in the thatched cottage, he had heard Yu Wuxia mention that upon advancing to the Golden Core Stage, a certain consciousness would appear in one’s mind, often referred to by cultivators as ‘Divine Sense’. Therefore, Ye Huan wasn’t particularly surprised. However, when his Divine Sense enveloped the Spatial Ring, a feeling of connection surged through him as if he were one with the ring itself, which made him feel somewhat disoriented.
Nevertheless, this made using the Spatial Ring easier for Ye Huan. With a thought, all the Flying Swords given by the elders vanished. Although he didn’t know where they went, he understood they were safely stored in an internal space of about a hundred cubic feet within the ring.
He tried using his Divine Sense to retrieve all the Flying Swords from the Spatial Ring. This time, satisfied with his success, he nodded and even smiled slightly—something that didn’t go unnoticed by Yu Wuxia.
‘Phew, I really gave him the best Spatial Ring in Yuxu Palace. As long as he’s satisfied, he should stay here. A disciple with such talent leaving would be a huge loss for me…’
As he pondered, Yu Wuxia truly felt that the decades of effort he had expended to help Ye Huan advance to the Golden Core Stage were considerable. However, before he could fully entertain this thought, Ye Huan happened to turn his head at that moment and smiled as he spoke, "Yu Wuxia, I've accepted these items. If there’s anything I can assist with in the future at Yuxu Palace, just let me know. Additionally, I would like to leave Yuxu Palace for a while; may I?"
"What?! You want to leave?!"
Having just delivered the items, Yu Wuxia was immediately reluctant upon hearing Ye Huan's intention to depart from Yuxu Palace. He couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. The elders around them also looked at Ye Huan with strange expressions, secretly wondering if Ye Huan would really leave and not return. After all, the Flying Sword they had just given him was a top-tier item within Yuxu Palace, intended to significantly enhance Ye Huan's strength.
Ye Huan noticed the peculiar gazes directed at him and felt a bit embarrassed. However, thinking of his missing father in the Nine Provinces Continent and his mother still in Southern Xiongnu, he yearned to leave immediately, his heart racing with urgency.
As he contemplated how to convince Yu Wuxia to let him go, an idea suddenly struck him. Wasn't it just a month ago that Yu Wuxia had tempted him with a Foundation Pill? At that time, Yu Wuxia had mentioned wanting him to form a Golden Core within a year to handle certain matters.
Although he didn't know exactly what those matters were, having received so much from them made it unreasonable for him to leave so soon. Ye Huan decided to give it a try: "Yu Wuxia, how about I promise you ten months? I'll be gone for ten months, and once that time is up, I'll return to Yuxu Palace immediately to help you with whatever you wanted me to do."
Just as Ye Huan had guessed, upon hearing his words, Yu Wuxia's eyes widened in surprise. After a moment of silence, he finally spoke up, "Is this true?"
"Absolutely!" Ye Huan replied with a smile, his voice firm.
Seeing that Ye Huan seemed sincere and not lying at all, Yu Wuxia gestured towards several elders who nodded in agreement. This piqued Ye Huan's curiosity about what task Yu Wuxia wanted him to undertake a year later that was so mysterious.
Fortunately, after consulting with the elders and without mentioning that particular matter, Yu Wuxia agreed to Ye Huan's request to go out for a while. He said to Ye Huan, "Alright, you have ten months. No matter where you are during that time, you must return to Yuxu Palace. A gentleman's word..."
"A swift horse's whip!"
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