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Chapter 116: Not Seeking Trouble, Trouble Comes Knocking
As a renowned sect throughout the Nine Provinces, Yuxu Palace has very strict criteria for accepting disciples. Even among the Fourth Generation Disciples, after nearly twenty years, there are fewer than thirty members. They are either exceptionally talented or possess extraordinary perseverance, true dragons and phoenixes among men; those of mediocre aptitude need not even think about it.
After some contemplation, Yu Wuxia did not agree to Ye Huan's request. However, considering that Ye Huan had come from the Nine Provinces Continent, he decided to keep him at Yuxu Palace as a Servant. Ye Huan would work hard during the day and could follow the Fourth Generation Disciples in their cultivation practices during his free time.
Ye Huan had no major complaints about this arrangement. To him, as long as he could stay and learn ways to improve his strength, being a Servant was not a problem. It was certainly better than returning to the Nine Provinces only to have his throat cut by someone with a sword.
Putting aside thoughts of talent and genius, Ye Huan settled into his new life under Yu Wuxia's guidance. He received a thatched hut at the peak of Yuxu Peak, which even included a stone bed—comparable to what the Fourth Generation Disciples had. Along with this, he was given a broom and a Dao Robe. In Yu Wuxia's words, from now on, Ye Huan was one of Yuxu Palace's people!
At Yuxu Palace, Ye Huan was not the only Servant. Their duties were simple: every day at sunrise, they were to clean the peak and the palace itself. There was plenty of time for other activities, and no one cared what else they did since there was an insurmountable gap between the identities of Servants and disciples of Yuxu Palace.
Understanding this disparity deeply, Ye Huan did not seek trouble with the disciples of Yuxu Palace. Instead, after tidying up his thatched hut, he lay down to rest and recover from his fatigue after drifting at sea for several days.
However, just as Ye Huan settled onto his bed, trouble came knocking at his door. Before he could even close his eyes, loud arguing erupted outside:
“Mu Ziling, you blockhead! This is your last warning! If you can't find satisfactory refining materials next time you come down from the mountain, don't blame me for not giving you face!”
“Senior Brother, I—I couldn't even find materials for making Flying Swords! Where am I supposed to find refining materials?”
“I don’t care! I've said all I need to say; you figure it out! If you dare ignore my words… heh heh…”
Hearing Mu Ziling's name, Ye Huan peeked through a hole in the wall of his thatched hut and saw two figures outside. One was Mu Zi, who had brought Ye Huan to Yuxu Palace; the other wore clothing similar to Mu Ziling's and appeared to be around twenty-four or twenty-five years old. He had an alluring appearance with phoenix eyes and an eagle-like nose; his face was pale and bloodless, and he was as thin as a stick.
“So this is Mu Zi's senior brother? His character doesn't seem very good…”
Listening intently to their conversation, Ye Huan furrowed his brow, realizing that the refining materials were essential for crafting magical artifacts. He couldn't help but mutter softly to himself.
Unexpectedly, before he could finish speaking, the Demonic Aura Man seemed to have heard him. He glared menacingly in this direction, his phoenix eyes glinting with a cold light, as if he wanted to devour everything in sight. Then, he quickly strode over.
Knowing he had been discovered, Ye Huan couldn't help but marvel at how sensitive a cultivator's ears were. He summoned a Desert Eagle and secured it at his waist before directly pulling open the door of the thatched cottage and stepping outside to stand at the entrance.
Whether it was a blessing or a curse, one could not avoid fate. Rather than hiding inside like a turtle pretending nothing had happened, Ye Huan didn't mind confronting this so-called senior brother. If worse came to worst, he could just eliminate this senior brother. After all, as a Fourth Generation Disciple, how strong could he really be?
"Ye Huan?!"
Noticing the Demonic Aura Man's movements, Mu Zi turned in this direction. Upon seeing Ye Huan, he exclaimed in surprise, calling out Ye Huan's name, which piqued the curiosity of the Demonic Aura Man. He scrutinized Ye Huan from head to toe and finally asked, "You are Ye Huan? Why have I never seen you before?"
"Senior Brother, he just arrived today from the Nine Provinces Continent..."
Before Ye Huan could respond, Mu Ziling hurriedly interjected with an anxious expression, as if fearing that the Demonic Aura Man would slay Ye Huan on the spot.
"From the Nine Provinces Continent? Then he must be a future genius cultivator. How could he be living in such a place?"
In just a few strides across the remaining distance of over ten meters, the Demonic Aura Man spoke while extending a hand toward Ye Huan's shoulder. It was clear to see that a faint white light glimmered on his hand, making it appear as translucent as jade. This was likely Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy attached to it; if he were to grab hold of Ye Huan, it would surely result in a shattered shoulder bone.
Stepping back slightly to keep the Demonic Aura Man's hand suspended in mid-air, Ye Huan calmly gripped the handle of his Desert Eagle at his waist and replied without deference or fear, "I came from the Nine Provinces Continent, but I am a summoner, not some genius cultivator."
"A summoner? Haha! When did our Yuxu Palace get a summoner? Well then, since you say my character is lacking, let’s have a contest!"
With a cold sneer, upon learning that Ye Huan was merely a summoner, the Demonic Aura Man's expression turned vicious. He stepped forward without hesitation, clawing his hand toward Ye Huan's shoulder with clear intent to not give up until he succeeded.
Just as that hand was about to make contact with him, Ye Huan felt compelled to act. However, before he could move, a figure swiftly appeared in front of him—it was Mu Zi from earlier who had been standing at a distance. She used her Peach Wood Sword strapped to her back to block the Demonic Aura Man's claw.
Crack!
The sound of splintering wood echoed as Mu Zi's seemingly sturdy Peach Wood Sword shattered into pieces after blocking the attack from the Demonic Aura Man, breaking beyond repair.
Removing the Peach Wood Sword from his body, Mu Ziling tossed it aside. After taking a hit from the man, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. With a serious expression, he looked at the Demonic Aura Man and calmly said, "Yanyue, you can bully me because of your status as Senior Brother, but you cannot touch Ye Huan. He is someone I brought back, and I will protect his safety at all costs!"
"Haha, with you? In Yuxu Palace's Fourth Generation Disciples, if I want to harm someone, no one can stop me!" The white light in his hand intensified as Yanyue suddenly exuded a terrifying aura. Unlike the killing intent surrounding Ye Huan, this aura was filled with authority, creating an almost suffocating feeling that forced Ye Huan to take a step back despite being separated by Mu Ziling.
"What if I join in?"
From a distance, Qian Erlang's voice emerged. He appeared from an unknown direction, walking slowly toward them. Dressed in a Dao Robe that fluttered without wind and holding another Peach Wood Sword radiating a faint white light.
It was understandable; as a Cultivator in the early stages below the Fasting Period, their offensive capabilities were quite limited. They relied heavily on the compressed Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy within them for attacks, supplemented by some auxiliary techniques. Take Ye Huan's earlier observation of the technique Shrink the Earth to an Inch; it was indeed an auxiliary technique used to enhance speed in combat, making it hard to defend against. However, when it came to direct confrontation, victory still depended on the purity and quantity of their internal compressed Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy.
Facing two fellow disciples from Yuxu Palace, even if Yanyue was considered the strongest among the Fourth Generation Disciples, he had no confidence in winning. After weighing his options, he quickly let go of the white light in his hand and spat out a harsh remark: "You two are tough. But listen well, Ye Huan—so long as you remain in Yuxu Palace, I will make sure you understand what price you'll pay for speaking behind my back!"
With that said, he shot a resentful glance at Mu Ziling and Qian Erlang before slowly walking away, soon disappearing from Ye Huan's sight.
Ye Huan shrugged off Yanyue's words without much concern. In contrast, Mu Ziling and Qian Erlang exchanged wry smiles and hurriedly told Ye Huan to "wish him luck" before leaving in haste. Clearly unsettled by how to face Yanyue’s retaliation, they overlooked that Ye Huan was not just a genius but also a summoner.
Back in his room, Ye Huan closed the door again and shook his head as he climbed onto his bed. He regarded this incident as a minor interruption and soon fell into a deep sleep, even starting to snore lightly.
Unbeknownst to him, according to other disciples of Yuxu Palace, that night saw many Fourth Generation Disciples receive visits from Yanyue, whose expression was darker than ever…
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