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Chapter 109: Silence
The royal capital is located in the heart of the Huaxia Nation, guarded by at least two large cities from every direction. They signal each other with smoke signals, making it extremely difficult for even an army of three hundred thousand from the Southern Xiongnu Empire to gain any advantage. Under such circumstances, how could the royal capital possibly be attacked?
Feeling that something was amiss, Zhao Wujie had his suspicions. However, when he saw that it was Zhang Ji, the messenger from the Huaxia Imperial Palace, who had come personally, he couldn't help but push all his doubts aside. He asked Zhang Ji, "Zhang Ji, tell me in detail how many people came, how many cavalry and infantry?"
"Well..." Upon hearing Zhao Wujie's question, Zhang Ji's face showed hesitation as he struggled to find an answer. After all, if he were to respond truthfully, it would sound quite alarming.
Frowning slightly at Zhang Ji's stammering in such a critical moment, Zhao Wujie coldly commanded, "Speak!"
"Yes, there is only one person who has come. The Sovereign and I have both seen him; he is Ye Tian's son from the Ye Family—Ye Huan!"
Gritting his teeth, Zhang Ji reluctantly recounted the details.
To be honest, Zhang Ji had indeed met Ye Huan before during Ye Huan's first visit to the palace. Since Ye Huan was the disciple of his archrival Durei IV, he had even made things difficult for Ye Huan once. Now that he thought about it, a cold sweat broke out on his back.
"What? Ye Huan?!"
Hearing Zhang Ji's words clearly, Zhao Wujie spoke with disbelief written all over his face. The young princess Zhao Ziyu also sprang up from her stone chair, her delicate face still streaked with tears but now showing a hint of a smile.
"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible! Didn't the Dragon Hall issue a kill order against him? Are they just sitting idly by?"
Under the heavy eyelids of Zhao Wujie, he was all too aware of what was happening in Dragon Hall. There were times when he simply couldn't be bothered to speak up, but upon hearing that Ye Huan had arrived outside the Royal Capital City Gate, he couldn't help but voice his questions.
Seeing the astonished expression on Zhao Wujie's face, Zhang Ji cautiously spoke again, and what he said made the Emperor shudder: "Sovereign, after learning that Ye Huan has come to the capital, Dragon Hall sent out all its elite members, even the current hall master participated, but..."
"But what?" Zhao Wujie asked, his eyes bulging with urgency as he desperately sought an answer.
"But they all died..."
Worried that Zhao Wujie might react irrationally in his agitation, Zhang Ji took a step back as he spoke.
Sure enough, after Zhang Ji finished speaking, Zhao Wujie stood frozen in place. His normally straight posture slowly bent as if three words were written across his face: 'I don't believe it!'
'How is that possible? How could Ye Huan have killed all the elites of Dragon Hall? There was even a Ninth Level Pinnacle warrior among them!'
His body felt unusually stiff; Zhao Wujie had no idea how to face the members of the Ye Family now. If even a Ninth Level Pinnacle warrior had died, what use were these ordinary Ninth-Level Masters in the palace?
Meanwhile, the little princess, filled with delight at Zhao Wujie's expression, couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy for her father. Who was it that said Ye Huan was just an ordinary summoner and useless? Who claimed that the Ye Family had fallen?
Biting her lip and feeling overjoyed inside, she still reminded Zhao Wujie out of familial concern: "Father, we should take Court Chief Summoner Mr. Durei IV with us! After all, Mr. Durei IV is Ye Huan's teacher; he should be safe."
Upon hearing the little princess's words, both Zhang Ji and Zhao Wujie brightened up. They nodded in agreement and were about to step forward when Zhao Wujie seemed to remember something and turned back to Zhao Ziyu: " Zhao Ziyu, you don't need to go..."
"Ah?! Why?!" Looking at Zhao Wujie in surprise, Zhao Ziyu appeared particularly aggrieved and questioned him directly.
"You are about to get married; just stay here in the palace and wait for your wedding!"
It seemed that, up to this point, Zhao Wujie had not given up on the plan to marry the little princess off to Goryeo. He spoke to her in this manner before heading outside with Zhang Ren, gathering nearly a dozen Ninth-Level Masters from within the palace. They marched towards the City Gate in a grand procession, reminiscent of the Mysterious Old Man and his companions just leaving the city, drawing the attention of many citizens on the streets.
"What’s happening? Isn’t that the Current Sovereign?"
"Hey, aren’t you always calling yourself the Jianghu's all-knowing scholar? How come you’re so out of the loop this time? Let me tell you, someone is attacking the city!"
"Attacking? Is there a war in Huaxia Nation?"
"War my foot! There’s only one person coming! But it looks like they’ve already closed the city gates, so it must be a super expert..."
The discussions echoed in Zhao Wujie's ears, but he had no time to care about who leaked the news. Just thinking about someone capable of killing a Ninth Level Pinnacle warrior made him unsure how to face Ye Huan now.
Outside the city...
Dressed in a Tactical Suit and wearing Black Tactical Gloves, Ye Huan stood alone before the city gate. Just this audacity to confront a city was enough to instill fear in countless hearts.
Holding a 2012 Arms compendium, Ye Huan summoned an RPG Rocket Launcher and aimed it at the thick iron gate of the royal capital, which was nearly a meter thick, pulling the trigger.
An explosion rang out, wood splinters flying everywhere; yet, surprisingly, the great gate of the royal capital did not budge under Ye Huan's assault!
Furrowing his brow, he summoned another rocket launcher and changed his stance for another shot. The powerful airflow and impact made the soldiers atop the city wall feel as if their feet were slightly shaking.
This time, feeling that it should be enough, he kicked against the gate with all his might, directly forcing it open as it toppled into the city.
Boom!
The sound of the door crashing to the ground echoed through the air. Amidst the swirling dust, a group of over ten riders could be seen racing down the main street of the capital, led by a figure clad in imperial robes adorned with nine dragons—none other than Zhao Wujie.
As they approached the City Gate, they were shocked to find that the gate had been broken open. Zhao Wujie and the many palace experts behind him stared in disbelief.
As the dust settled, Ye Huan stood just twenty meters away from the group, both sides locked in a tense standoff.
“Zhao Wujie…”
A cold smile crept across his face; what was meant to come had finally arrived. He took two slow steps forward, revealing two M60 machine guns in his hands, their dark muzzles aimed directly at Zhao Wujie. The murderous aura radiating from him made even the horses restless, stamping their hooves anxiously.
Sensing the killing intent emanating from Ye Huan, a seemingly loyal Ninth Level Warrior leaped high from his horse, brandishing a Ring-Handled Saber as he shouted, “You brat, don’t be arrogant! Let your grandfather teach you a lesson!”
“I don’t have a grandfather!” Ye Huan retorted angrily, holding two M60 machine guns. What was this fool jumping around for?
With both M60s trained on the airborne Ninth Level Warrior, Ye Huan unleashed a barrage of fire without hesitation.
Blood splattered as bullets tore through the warrior's body, creating multiple holes. He convulsed mid-air as if the impact of the bullets had delayed his descent. After three or four seconds of shaking, he crashed heavily to the ground, twitching uncontrollably.
“Hey? Not dead yet?”
Retracting one of the M60s, Ye Huan flipped his hand and produced a 56-style Triangular Bayonet, which he hurled at the back of the Ninth Level Warrior. His aim was slightly off, and it struck about ten centimeters away from where he intended, embedding itself into the warrior's neck.
What does it feel like to have a Triangular Bayonet lodged in your neck? Watching as blood gushed from the fallen warrior’s neck like a fountain, Zhao Wujie and his companions broke out in cold sweat.
For about ten seconds, blood pooled on the ground between Ye Huan and Zhao Wujie, staining it a vivid red. The Ninth Level Warrior finally ceased twitching; after all, with all that blood lost, how could he possibly survive?
On the city wall, many soldiers watched the scene unfold, holding their breath and daring not to make a sound. Meanwhile, in the homes of ordinary citizens in the capital, they tightly shut their doors and retreated into the Inner Hall, fearing they might get caught up in this turmoil.
"Who else is coming?"
With an M60 machine gun in hand, bullets connected to the floating 16k Summoning Book behind him, Ye Huan emanated a chilling aura from his very core. He took a few swift steps toward the fallen Ninth Level Warrior and pulled out the 56-style Triangular Bayonet.
Perhaps due to the blood not having fully drained, as he pulled it out, the remaining blood within the warrior splattered all over Ye Huan's clothes, with some even staining half of his face crimson.
'Who will go?'
Upon hearing Ye Huan's words, the Ninth-Level Practitioners were left dumbfounded. After all, Ye Huan had just killed a Ninth Level Warrior as easily as chopping vegetables. If anyone stepped forward now, it would be no different from seeking death.
Silence fell; for a moment, the area in front of the North City Gate of Huaxia was eerily quiet. Even the sound of an Embroidered Needle dropping to the ground would have been clearly audible.
After a long pause, at the back of the group, an elderly man dressed in a bright red robe dismounted from his horse and walked slowly toward them. He stopped in front of Zhao Wujie and said, "Ye Huan, enough. Look at your current state; if your father saw you like this, what do you think he would say?"
"Teacher Durei IV?"
Surprised to see Durei IV, Ye Huan was genuinely curious about how he ended up here. However, he somewhat disagreed with Durei IV's words and softly retorted, "A Tiger Father Does Not Raise a Dog Son. If my father were here, he would likely support everything I am doing. Anyone involved in destroying my family’s Ye Family must be punished!"
His voice grew louder, and by the time he reached his last sentence, bolstered by the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy within him as a Fifth-Level Summoner, Ye Huan's words resonated powerfully. From atop the city wall to the hundred-meter residences below, everyone heard him clearly.
"Ye Huan has returned for revenge as the eldest son of the Ye Family! Oh heavens, is he planning to massacre the city?"
"Massacre my foot! In my opinion, those who destroyed the Ye Family deserve to die. Madam, have you forgotten how much silver and banknotes Ye Huan earned us through his bet with the little princess?"
"Indeed, my lord, but when did the eldest son of the Ye Family become so powerful?"
In a luxurious mansion, the couple listened intently to what Ye Huan had said, and they couldn't help but engage in heated discussions. This situation was unfolding continuously nearby, leaving everyone with a single question: how could Ye Huan possess such strength?
Having heard Ye Huan's words clearly, Durei IV also recognized that Ye Huan was not wrong. After a moment of hesitation, he thought about how to extricate himself from this matter and urged Ye Huan, "Ye Huan, you say you want to punish those who participated in the destruction of the Ye Family, which is not wrong. But did the Current Sovereign participate? No, right? Why do you want to take action against our royal palace?"
To be fair, Durei IV's words were reasonable. Many soldiers and ordinary citizens nodded in agreement in places where Ye Huan could not see them, clearly aware that it was Dragon Hall that had ruined the Ye Family.
With a cold smile, Ye Huan initially did not want to embarrass Zhao Wujie, the ruler of a nation, in front of so many people. However, upon hearing Durei IV's words, he could no longer hold back and replied to Durei IV, "Once a teacher, always a father. What you said is not without merit, but I have a few questions I would like to ask."
"Questions?" Durei IV glanced at Zhao Wujie behind him, feeling that Ye Huan's inquiries would likely relate to Zhao Wujie. However, considering that Ye Huan might cause trouble in the capital next, he turned back and said, "Alright, ask away!"
"Teacher, since you invited me to ask, I won't hold back." With a sly smile, Ye Huan knew that Zhao Wujie's embarrassment today was inevitable.
After pondering for a moment, Ye Huan posed two questions: "Durei IV, as the ruler of a nation, one should resist foreign enemies and establish national prestige. What has our Sovereign done? Faced with such a small territory, he intends to send the little princess away for marriage. Can you tell me why? That's my first question.
Secondly, if I remember correctly, our Sovereign has been the Emperor of Huaxia for quite some time now. Over these years, has he expanded even a tiny bit of territory for Huaxia? Has he made Huaxia Nation prosperous and strong? I came from Sky Star City at the border; there, an entire city has shrunk smaller than a village. I wonder if our Sovereign cares about this?"
After finishing his two questions, Zhao Wujie's face turned as red as a monkey's bottom while Durei IV was left speechless. The entire venue fell into silence...
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