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Chapter 124: Who Do You Think You Are
Standing in the center of these Fourth Generation Disciples, Ye Huan looked around at the elders of Yuxu Palace rushing over. He knew he had gotten himself into trouble again. However, after some time to adapt, his marksmanship had improved significantly. He had only managed to put a hole in one person's leg, causing a bit of bloodshed, but it wasn't too serious.
With an awkward smile, Ye Huan tried to take a couple of steps back, his gaze darting among the elders of Yuxu Palace. This immediately caught the attention of these seasoned individuals. As they scanned Ye Huan, they quickly recognized his strength.
A Servant at the early stage of Excitement might not seem like much to them, but when an elder dressed in a purple-blue Dao Robe exclaimed "Fifth-Level Summoner," they were left in shock. Their expressions mirrored those of the Fourth Generation Disciples who had previously seen a Servant stronger than them; their eyes bulged and their minds went blank.
Just then, an elder riding a Flying Sword was hurrying from the sky. Upon hearing the commotion below, he couldn't help but extend his Divine Sense to investigate. When his Divine Sense swept over Ye Huan, he detected the overlapping identities of Ye Huan as both a Cultivator and a Summoner. He stumbled slightly, nearly falling off his Flying Sword.
After stabilizing himself with great effort, the elder ceased showing off on his Flying Sword and appeared right in front of Ye Huan, asking, "What is your name?"
"My name is Ye Huan..."
Knowing he couldn't afford to offend these elders, Ye Huan answered honestly, though a hint of unease lingered in his heart. He worried that this elder might be the master of the person he had just injured with his Desert Eagle. To his surprise, upon hearing Ye Huan's name, the elder didn't even glance at the Fourth Generation Disciples sprawled on the ground behind him. Instead, he stroked his long beard and said kindly, "Ye Huan, Ye Huan? What a good name! I wonder if you would like to be my disciple?"
A good name?
In the twenty-first century, Ye Huan had encountered many people with the same name as him; there was no such thing as good or bad names. He wanted to ask about it, but before he could speak up, other elders from Yuxu Palace gathered around upon hearing the first elder's words. They were all smiling brightly like blooming flowers. Two of them even pushed the first elder aside and scolded him angrily: "You? With such a promising talent? How could you be his master? Are you worthy? Let me take him instead..."
"Why can't I?"
The elder who had been riding the Flying Sword muttered under his breath with an unwilling expression but ultimately refrained from joining in. After all, he was the least senior elder in Yuxu Palace...
Looking around at the faces of the old Taoists, each adorned with lewd smiles, Ye Huan felt a sense of confusion. After pondering over the elders' words, he finally realized that they were actually trying to take him as their disciple!
It was no wonder, really. In this land of the Eastern State, countless promising candidates for Cultivators had emerged in the past. Without exception, they were all ordinary people who had accidentally arrived from the Nine Provinces Continent. They were the kind of individuals so mundane that they could not be more ordinary. Yet, once they came into contact with the path of Cultivation, it was as if they had consumed some special elixir, and they could not stop themselves from advancing. Meanwhile, those professionals from the Nine Provinces had mediocre talents and crawled along the path of Cultivation, unwilling to make any progress.
Who would have thought that today, with such a precedent, a Fifth-Level Summoner could possess the strength of a Cultivator? Thus, those in Yuxu Palace who rarely encountered exceptionally gifted individuals were all eager to take on disciples.
After hesitating for a moment, Ye Huan understood that to thrive in the Eastern State, having a good master was absolutely essential. However, he had already made up his mind to return to Huaxia Nation no matter what. He lightly shook his head as a way to respond to these old men.
The elders of Yuxu Palace noticed Ye Huan's expression and were still somewhat reluctant to give up. A few even spoke up:
"Ye Huan, you look like you're only in your twenties. If you become my disciple, I guarantee you'll achieve Golden Core by the age of twenty-five!"
"Don't listen to him; it's not that easy to successfully condense a Golden Core. Become my disciple! I have a Pill of Abstinence that can help stabilize your Fasting Period cultivation and propel you into the Golden Core Stage!"
"Ye Huan, why not become my disciple? I dare say that within Yuxu Palace, you can look down on anyone—even our sect leader Yu Wuxia! Think about it."
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After hearing all these elders' words clearly, Ye Huan truly felt as if he had encountered a group of madmen who were desperate for talent. He couldn't help but curl his lip in disdain.
As many people focused their attention on Ye Huan, seeing him sneer caused quite a few elders from Yuxu Palace to feel displeased. After all, in their eyes, being able to help Ye Huan reach the Golden Core Stage within five years was an extraordinary feat rarely seen in a century across the entire Eastern Continent. How could they be happy when Ye Huan displayed such contempt?
What they didn't know was that even Yu Wuxia's promise of helping him achieve Golden Core Stage within a year didn't impress Ye Huan much; let alone five years? In five years' time, he should have already returned to the Nine Provinces Continent!
Unaware of Ye Huan's thoughts, one elder who had arrived on a Flying Sword approached again since he knew Ye Huan would never become his disciple. He decided to test the waters and see if there were other opportunities: "Ye Huan, how long do you want it to take to become a Golden Core Stage Cultivator?"
"Golden Core Stage? I took about a week to go from an ordinary person to the initial stage of Excitement; it should take me at least a month to reach Golden Core Stage."
Furrowing his brow, Ye Huan carefully calculated and pondered when he would be strong enough to return to the Nine Provinces Continent. As a result, when the elders of Yuxu Palace heard what Ye Huan said, they all gasped in disbelief.
A month? Even if Yuxu Palace poured all its resources into it, turning an ordinary person into a Golden Core Stage Cultivator would take a full year. How could it be possible in just one month?! If that were true, let alone accepting Ye Huan as a disciple, it wouldn't take ten years for him to stand on equal footing with those of Divine Transformation Stage or even above!
Feeling that something was off, one elder who appeared to be the leader among them spoke up with skepticism, "Ye Huan, you can't be joking, can you? Becoming a Golden Core Stage Cultivator in a month? If that were true, you'd be recorded in the annals of Eastern Continent history..."
Not knowing how to respond and not wanting to reveal that he had boundless Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy backing him up, Ye Huan's eyes darted around. Realizing that these people were all elders of Yuxu Palace, he couldn't help but smile brightly and replied, "How about we make a bet?"
"A bet? What kind of bet? Tell me more."
Curiously looking at Ye Huan, the elder who was speaking didn't mind Ye Huan's tone. If Ye Huan could indeed achieve Golden Core Stage within a month, no one could predict what he would become in ten years. Offending a future powerhouse would be unwise; it was better to take a chance.
"Here's the deal: if I don't become a Golden Core Stage Cultivator within a month, I'll become your disciple and strive to achieve Golden Core within five years. But if I do succeed, then you will owe me something valuable, like a Flying Sword or a Spatial Ring..."
With a sly grin, Ye Huan continued speaking while rubbing his fingers together as if he could hardly contain his excitement. This drew disdain from many of the elders. As for Ye Huan's wager, it sounded like he was getting all the benefits; it seemed rather unfair.
However, since Ye Huan was a servant of Yuxu Palace, he was still one of their own. If Ye Huan truly managed to achieve Golden Core within a month, it wouldn't be wrong for Yuxu Palace to arm him with some 'equipment.' If he failed, after five years of training from the elders, Yuxu Palace would gain another outstanding disciple. Either way, Yuxu Palace stood to profit.
Thinking this way, the elders exchanged glances and nodded in agreement to Ye Huan's bet. Meanwhile, the Fourth Generation Disciple of Yuxu Palace who had been beaten by Ye Huan stood off to the side without saying a word since the elders arrived. His face was particularly grim; after all, every elder present could easily silence him forever. Having listened for some time and realizing that the elders were considering accepting Ye Huan as their disciple, he dared not make things worse for himself. He could only grit his teeth in frustration and inwardly curse:
"Damn Ye Huan! Achieving Golden Core Stage in a month? Who does he think he is?!"
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