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In the Nine Provinces Continent, creatures that can be called eagles are incredibly powerful magical beasts, with the lowest being around level eight. Coupled with their unique flying abilities, which are rare among magical beasts, they are often described as soaring through the sky with great might. However, upon seeing the silver object placed on the jade plate by the man, the visiting guests could not understand why such an item would be referred to as the "Desert Eagle," leading to a flurry of discussions:
"Desert Eagle? What a joke! You can just call anything an 'eagle' these days?"
"Exactly! Is this some trick from a fallen noble's son?"
"Hey, we’re thinking along the same lines. I also feel this thing is unworthy of the title 'eagle'!"
Having heard all the guests' comments clearly, the Account Manager furrowed his brow and squinted his small eyes, wanting to know what kind of background this well-mannered man had. If he was indeed here to cause trouble, he wouldn't hesitate to throw him out of the Eastern Family.
With this mindset, the plump Account Manager couldn't help but ask one last question: "May I ask which family you belong to, young sir? What is your name?"
"The Ye Family from the Capital of Huaxia, I am Ye Huan!" A slightly hoarse voice spoke up. This suave man was none other than Ye Huan himself.
At that moment, all the guests were taken aback.
Thud… Crash…
In a moment of distraction, the jade plate in the Account Manager's hands fell to the ground and shattered, with the Desert Eagle landing at a guest's feet. The guest jumped back in fright as if contact with the Desert Eagle would bring him bad luck.
Shaking his head, Ye Huan picked up the Desert Eagle and gently handed it back to the trembling Account Manager. This time, however, the plump Account Manager dared not utter a word and nervously extended his hands to tightly grasp the Desert Eagle, drenched in sweat.
As if sensing something unusual at the entrance, an elderly man who had been standing at the door slowly approached with support from two young men. From his luxurious red robe, it was clear that he was Dongfang Hao, the head of the Eastern House. Beside him were his two sons: Eastern Cloud and Eastern Night, both top figures in the Eastern Family hierarchy.
Upon reaching them and seeing the shattered jade plate on the ground, Dongfang Hao frowned and asked angrily, "What happened?" Despite his age as a Ninth Level Warrior, his words were clear and authoritative, instantly startling the Account Manager.
After sizing up Ye Huan and then Dongfang Hao again, steeling himself, the Account Manager addressed Ye Huan first: "Young Master Ye, please wait a moment; my lord has summoned me..."
Clearly prioritizing etiquette for the Eastern Family's guests over even his lord's inquiry showed just how significant Ye Huan's reputation was.
It was no wonder that the Account Manager valued Ye Huan so highly; after all, it stemmed from earlier news about a Seventh Level Warrior escaping from Ye Huan's grasp. Additionally, rumors of Ye Huan's bloody massacre of hundreds of professionals at the entrance of Northern Liang Mountain Range had spread like wildfire among common folk. As a result, Ye Huan was nearly mythologized in their tales.
Even more astonishing, while conversing with others, the number of professionals killed by Ye Huan at the entrance of the Northern Liang Mountain Range was exaggerated tenfold. It’s easy to imagine why the guests from the Eastern Family and the Account Manager were so flustered upon hearing Ye Huan's name.
After apologizing to Ye Huan, the Account Manager approached Dongfang Hao, lowering his voice to reveal Ye Huan's identity. He then handed over the Desert Eagle that Ye Huan had given him.
Dongfang Hao took a look at the Desert Eagle but showed no reaction. The gun began to dissolve into strands of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy, merging into the surroundings until it completely vanished.
Beside Dongfang Hao, his eldest son, Eastern Cloud, who seemed to be quite impulsive, wore a red outfit that differed from his father's martial attire. He jumped out and shouted angrily at Ye Huan, “Kid, do you dare to bring something transformed by Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy to our home? Speak up if you want to die!”
“Speak up…” Perhaps it was a reflex from joking around with classmates in the Twenty-First Century, but without thinking, Ye Huan replied with a sound that infuriated Eastern Cloud. He immediately reached for his waist where a black Ring-Handled Saber hung from his belt.
Noticing Ye Huan's nonchalant demeanor in front of the Southern Xiongnu Empire's foremost family, even the head of the family, Dongfang Hao, couldn't gauge Ye Huan's true strength. His curiosity deepened as he planned to use Eastern Cloud's actions to test Ye Huan.
Keeping an eye on Dongfang Hao's movements from the corner of his vision, when he saw Dongfang Hao display such an expression, Ye Huan swiftly drew another Desert Eagle from his waist and fired a shot at Eastern Cloud's feet before he could reach him.
As the violent gunshot echoed through the air, Eastern Cloud halted abruptly, shock written all over his face. He stiffly directed his gaze downward where a bullet hole appeared just in front of his right foot. One more step forward would likely result in a pierced sole.
As a Sixth-Level Warrior, although Eastern Cloud didn't utilize his full speed, this method of attack was undeniably shocking.
Not only he but everyone in the courtyard was startled by the gunfire. Some professionals from the Eastern Family rushed toward the sound while guests instinctively stepped back. They had come to present gifts, not to risk their lives…
Realizing that the commotion had drawn attention throughout the courtyard, Dongfang Hao bellowed, “Do what you need to do! Stop causing unnecessary trouble!”
As a Ninth-Level Warrior, his voice resonated clearly throughout the entire Eastern Family estate—louder than Ye Huan’s earlier gunshot—indicating that Dongfang Hao had indeed reached the peak of Ninth-Level Warrior status. This was something Ye Huan couldn't help but admire.
However, admiration aside, Ye Huan still hadn’t achieved his purpose for being there today. Given this uproar, entering Dongfang Hao's birthday banquet would likely be quite difficult.
The unpredictability of life was evident; after shouting, Dongfang Hao did not blame Ye Huan but instead nodded at him and said, “Come with me! A young expert like you is rare; I think I've only seen someone like you in Han Xuan.”
At twenty years old and gaining recognition from others was no easy feat; receiving acknowledgment from the head of Southern Xiongnu Empire’s foremost family was even more remarkable. Thus, when Dongfang Hao made this statement, all guests present stared wide-eyed at Ye Huan as if he were a rare treasure.
Shrugging off their gazes indifferently, Ye Huan followed Dongfang Hao as he turned and walked toward the Main Hall of the Eastern Family.
As the leading family of Southern Xiongnu Empire, Dongfang Hao’s birthday banquet was lavishly arranged. Two side halls each hosted eighty-eight tables; in contrast, the Main Hall seemed somewhat modest with only sixty tables set up—though it suited Dongfang Hao’s sixtieth birthday celebration well enough.
Do not underestimate this Main Hall with its sixty tables; to enter here, one must be either wealthy or noble, and that is the minimum requirement. Most of the guests are the heads of prominent families from the Southern Xiongnu Empire and officials, all of whom hold significant status.
As a young man followed Dongfang Hao into the hall, the guests already present turned their surprised gazes toward Ye Huan, scrutinizing him. They thought that being personally welcomed by Dongfang Hao at such a young age surely indicated that he would become a remarkable figure in the future, sparking their interest in forming connections with him.
However, one table reacted differently. Upon seeing Ye Huan, everyone at that table stood up abruptly, including Han Xuan and Han Cai'er. An elderly man glared at Ye Huan, gritting his teeth as he shouted his name: “Ye Huan…” Wasn’t that the head of the Han family, Han Liu?
“Ye Huan? The one who killed over a thousand Professionals in the Northern Liang Mountain Range?”
“Heavens, he’s so young!”
“I wonder if he has a wife; at this age, he would be quite suitable for my daughter…”
When Han Liu called out Ye Huan's name, there were those in the Eastern House Main Hall who sighed in admiration and envy. However, more were thinking about how to establish a connection with Ye Huan, making him feel quite embarrassed, as if he were a prized delicacy.
Sensing Ye Huan's discomfort, Dongfang Hao arranged for him to sit at Han Liu's table, which infuriated Han Liu, who suspected that this old man was deliberately trying to cause trouble for him.
Ignoring Han Liu, Ye Huan treated him as if he didn’t exist and instead exchanged glances with Han Xuan, hoping to learn about Zhang Ren’s situation.
Seeing Ye Huan's gaze, Han Xuan gently shook her head, leaving Ye Huan confused about her meaning. Why was she shaking her head? Meanwhile, a Seventh Level Warrior from the Han family who seemed to have met Ye Huan twice spoke up: “Ye Huan, have you joined the Eastern Family?”
Hearing this, while Ye Huan had no particular impression of this Seventh Level Warrior, he suddenly understood why Dongfang Hao had brought him to this Main Hall. He couldn’t help but curse inwardly: “Damn it, old fox, you’ve become quite cunning?”
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