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Chapter Ninety-Nine: The Young Xuan Ziming
After some time of discussion, the group of Ninth Level Warriors still did not fully understand the meaning of "fair dialogue," but they clearly grasped what Ye Huan was trying to convey—it was merely about negotiating peace.
"Negotiating peace? Nonsense! In my opinion, we should just take this brat who dared to invade the palace and deal with him directly, so he knows our strength!"
"Let him know our strength? You go ahead; I’m not going!"
"Alright, enough arguing. I think we should send someone to invite the Sovereign..."
Everyone had different opinions. When faced with Ye Huan's request to hand over Liu Ruyan, there were those among the Ninth-Level Practitioners who favored a hardline approach and those who preferred retreating. However, most wanted to bring Xuan Ziming in, as he was the highest ruler of the Southern Xiongnu Empire.
Meanwhile, Liu Ruyan, witnessing the heated debate among the Ninth Level Warriors sparked by a single statement from Ye Huan, felt as if she were in a dream when they finally decided to send someone to find Xuan Ziming.
As a Fifth-Level Summoner, she had consecutively defeated more than ten Eighth-Level Practitioners, even making these Ninth-Level Practitioners hesitant to act further. Was this really the same young master from the Ye Family who had never been willing to undergo a physical test?
With a complex expression, she looked up at the Clock Tower. She knew that even if Ye Huan hadn’t rescued her and her son today, he would still gain fame across the land of the Nine Provinces Continent due to this battle! He might even surpass the illustrious reputation that Ye Tian had established when founding the Ye Family!
"Mother, what are you looking at?"
Noticing that Liu Ruyan seemed distracted, young Ye Le wore a puzzled expression on his innocent face as he tugged at the corner of her skirt.
Snapping back to reality and considering both her and Ye Huan's positions within the Ye Family, Liu Ruyan hesitated before bending down slightly and whispering in Ye Le's ear, "Remember, no matter what happens, family is always family. Ye Huan will always be your brother..."
"Um..."
Although Liu Ruyan's words puzzled Ye Le, he nodded obediently, firmly etching his mother's statement into his memory.
...
Unaware that Liu Ruyan had already positioned him as a rising star on the continent, Ye Huan stood at a distance from the Ground on the Clock Tower, his palms slick with sweat. He understood that while he appeared to be in a favorable position, if that group of Ninth-Level Practitioners came up to test him, he would soon reveal his true self, and it would be a light matter to end up without a burial place.
Contemplating whether to instill some intimidation among the crowd, Ye Huan hesitated for a while before retrieving the sunglasses he had previously taken off due to inconvenience. Once he put them on, his entire demeanor shifted from reckless ferocity to that of a cold-blooded assassin.
Moreover, wearing the sunglasses had the added benefit of concealing Ye Huan's true thoughts from others' gazes, providing a significant advantage for the upcoming negotiations.
After about five minutes of waiting, feeling somewhat bored, Ye Huan decided to pick up the Barrett and scanned the surroundings through its scope to prevent anyone from pulling any tricks.
To his surprise, although he did not notice any movement among the Professionals, one individual among the soldiers surrounding the base of the Clock Tower instantly caught Ye Huan's attention.
From Ye Huan's vantage point, he saw a man dressed in a Snow White Scholar Robe. He appeared to be in his thirties, strikingly handsome with chiseled features that seemed sculpted. Although he looked somewhat carefree, the glint in his eyes suggested depth and intelligence. Coupled with his prominent nose and moderately full lips, his arrogant smile gave him an air of undeniable majesty.
'This guy is not simple...'
Noticing the slight curl of the man's lips, Ye Huan suspected he might be an important figure within the palace. He was eager to find any clues about him but was frustrated by the scholar's robe that obscured more than it revealed.
Adjusting the focus of the scope on the Barrett, Ye Huan quickly became intrigued by a ring on the man's hand. It was adorned with a carving of a Nine-Clawed Golden Dragon!
Nine claws—this was clearly a symbol reserved for emperors. Yet his age...
Fixated on the scope, Ye Huan tapped Zhang Ren on the shoulder and asked, "Hey, Zhang Ren, how old is this year's Sovereign of the Southern Xiongnu Empire?"
"Looks like he's around forty or fifty, right?" Furrowing his brows, Zhang Ren quickly provided an answer. He mimicked Ye Huan, lifting an M4A1 assault rifle and using the scope to scan the surroundings. Soon, he and Ye Huan, who was holding a Barrett, both aimed their scopes at the same person. Their brows furrowed deeply as they tried to discern the identity of the man dressed in a scholar's white robe.
After a while of confusion over whether the man was indeed the Emperor of the Southern Xiongnu Empire, just as Zhang Ren was about to shift the Barrett's scope away, a Ninth-Level Practitioner suddenly appeared in the crosshairs, conversing with the man and displaying a demeanor full of respect.
The fact that a Ninth-Level Practitioner was so cautious in speech and action hinted strongly at the man's identity...
"Damn it, is he really the Emperor of the Southern Xiongnu Empire? He looks way too young!"
Cursing inwardly, Ye Huan put away the Barrett to avoid succumbing to the impulse of wanting to shoot him. Yet, his mind lingered on questions about the man's appearance.
The Mysterious Old Daoist, Crimson Beauty Sword, and this seemingly youthful man in his forties made Ye Huan genuinely curious about whether Cultivators existed in this world.
If they did exist, how was their strength classified? How did they cultivate in daily life?
If they didn't exist, who could explain the extraordinary strength of that Mysterious Old Daoist and how Xuan Ziming could be so young?
Pondering whether he could get his hands on a cultivation manual to try it out himself, Ye Huan wondered what it would be like if he, as a summoner, became a Cultivator—would he turn into a 'Gun Immortal' soaring through the skies with an M4A1?
After fantasizing for a while, he noticed that the White-Robed Man from earlier had arrived at Liu Ruyan's location. He was now accompanied by numerous Ninth-Level Warriors as they headed toward the Clock Tower. This abruptly pulled Ye Huan back to reality.
Before long, the man in the scholar's white robe was the first to appear beneath the tower. He called up to it, saying, "Ye Huan, I am Sovereign Xuan Ziming of the Southern Xiongnu Empire. I wonder if you would be interested in coming down to talk?"
Hearing Xuan Ziming's words clearly, Ye Huan immediately marked him in his mind as someone absolutely not to be provoked. In this situation, if Ye Huan didn't go down, it would mean his strength was insufficient to handle a group of Ninth-Level Warriors. But if he did go down, who knew if those Ninth-Level Practitioners would suddenly attack?
Considering how close they were, Ye Huan unconsciously glanced at Liu Ruyan and Ye Le while deep in thought. He quickly made up his mind and muttered to Zhang Ren, "Let's go down!"
Down they went...
Zhang Ren rubbed his ears vigorously, truly doubting if he had misheard. A Fifth Level Pinnacle Summoner and a Sixth Level Peak Warrior had walked into the midst of a group of Ninth-Level Practitioners—what was the difference between that and seeking death?!
Before Zhang Ren could even open his mouth to offer a word of caution, Ye Huan had already begun to move, quickly heading down towards the Clock Tower. However, upon closer inspection, it was easy to see that with each step he took, he pulled out an M67 fragmentary Grenade and attached it to his tactical belt. By the time he descended more than thirty steps, there was no longer any space left on his tactical belt for more Grenades!
Having observed Ye Huan's actions clearly, Zhang Ren gritted his teeth and grabbed an M4A1 assault rifle modified by Ye Huan, equipped with a 40mm single-shot Grenade Launcher. He swiftly caught up with Ye Huan and exited the tower.
As they got closer, Ye Huan was surprised to discover that Sovereign Xuan Ziming of the Southern Xiongnu Empire also emanated a strong aura of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy, not at all inferior to those Ninth-Level Masters around him. Clearly, he was also a Ninth-Level Expert.
‘There are indeed many Ninth-Level Masters in the Southern Xiongnu Empire.’
Reflecting on everything that had happened since entering the Southern Xiongnu Empire, what impressed Ye Huan the most were these Ninth-Level Masters—whether from the Han family, the Eastern Family, or the palace; almost every prominent faction seemed to have these experts present.
While Ye Huan observed Xuan Ziming, those Ninth-Level Practitioners who were seeing Ye Huan for the first time were also scrutinizing him. However, compared to Ye Huan's calm demeanor, both Xuan Ziming and those Ninth-Level Practitioners were engulfed in turbulent emotions, their minds racing with a single thought:
‘Ye Huan is so young?’
In fact, Ye Huan was indeed quite young—only around twenty years old. It was precisely because of this that after sizing him up for a while, both Xuan Ziming and the other Ninth-Level Warriors felt a sense of crisis rising within them.
If such a person were to leave the Southern Xiongnu Empire for other countries, after twenty years who could possibly stand in Ye Huan's way?
Thus, once they regained their composure, a glint of ferocity flashed in their eyes...
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