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Chapter 140: Majestic Exposure
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Pouring oil on the fire and kicking a man when he’s down—this was Ye Huan's usual style. It wasn't that he was cruel; if it were someone he didn't know, he wouldn't bother to make trouble. But who was Lingxiao? For an enemy, a few sarcastic remarks were just the beginning. If he could, Ye Huan would have loved to press Barrett's head against his own, turning it into a mess of red and white like spicy popcorn.
Lingxiao knew that Ye Huan was mocking him while he was injured, but he couldn't help the anger boiling inside him. As a Cultivator, it was the first time in his life he had cursed so openly: "Ye Huan, you bastard born of a mother but without a father, how dare you use such despicable tactics? Don't you know what shame is?"
"I'm the despicable one? Have you asked about my cultivation level? Or are you saying I've hidden my strength?" In front of the crowd watching them, Ye Huan didn't get angry at Lingxiao's words; instead, a look of confusion crossed his face. It didn't seem like an act, which left Lingxiao speechless. Even the soldiers around them murmured about how Lingxiao could speak like that, giving Ye Huan another heavy slap in return. Ye Huan rubbed his nose and spoke again: "Alright then, since you call me despicable, let me show you some honesty. To tell you the truth, I'm not just a summoner; I'm also a Cultivator."
After saying this, Ye Huan pointed to the Flame Sun Sword floating beside him as proof.
As Lingxiao's furious gaze began to fade, he saw the sword's gleaming golden blade and realized that Ye Huan was telling the truth. A Flying Sword meant that whoever wielded it had to be a Cultivator—at least at the Golden Core Stage or higher. But...
Thinking back to what had happened months ago in the Southern Xiongnu Empire, Lingxiao couldn't understand why Ye Huan, possessing Golden Core Stage strength, had been captured and imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison. He couldn't help but ask again: "Ye Huan, are you really a Cultivator?"
"Yes. After leaving the Southern Xiongnu Empire, I spent three months drifting at sea and arrived at a continent never before visited by people from the Nine Provinces. In just one month, I became a Cultivator—a Golden Core Stage Cultivator!"
After holding back all day, Ye Huan finally explained where he had been and what he had gained over these months. He wasn't worried that Lingxiao wouldn't understand because he was certain that if Lingxiao didn't comprehend what he said about the Nine Provinces Continent, then no one else would either.
However, while Lingxiao could understand Ye Huan's words, his initial belief in Ye Huan's prowess quickly turned into disbelief as soon as Ye Huan finished speaking. His mouth fell open in shock as he stammered out: "You... you... you became a Golden Core Stage Cultivator in just one month?"
Gazing at Lingxiao's incredulous expression and hearing his stammering inquiry, Ye Huan couldn't help but feel a slight sense of vanity. After all, who else but Ye Huan could become a Golden Core Stage Cultivator in just a month on the Eastern State continent?
Yu Wuxia had once mentioned that in the far north of Eastern State, there was a Dragon Tiger Mountain, home to the Dragon Tiger Palace. Its disciples had taken eleven months to successfully condense their Golden Cores, sparking widespread discussion across Eastern State and earning them the title of extraordinary talents worthy of great responsibility. However, compared to Ye Huan's cultivation speed, even such prodigies seemed insignificant, making Lingxiao's disbelief entirely understandable.
Moreover, whether Lingxiao believed it or not, he was ultimately Ye Huan's enemy. Therefore, Ye Huan chose not to answer Lingxiao's question. Instead, he put away Barrett and declared to Lingxiao, "There's no point in talking. If you want to fight, then let's fight. I, Ye Huan, am here today to destroy your Southern Xiongnu Empire's million-strong army!"
Majesty radiated from him, and everyone around couldn't help but think of a word that perfectly described Ye Huan's audacity in proclaiming such a thing amidst a million troops. Even Xuan Ziming had to admit that Ye Huan indeed possessed the demeanor of a great general.
Yet, as Ye Huan spoke those words, he felt a twinge of anxiety within himself. He feared that if Lingxiao became enraged, Xuan Ziming might order his million-strong army to surround them. If that happened, while Ye Huan could escape, as long as Lingxiao was present, the hundreds of Professionals who had already surged into the heart of the million-strong army would find themselves in an inescapable situation.
As if sensing Ye Huan's thoughts, Xuan Ziming, the Sovereign of the Southern Xiongnu Empire, approached without fear of being captured or killed by Ye Huan’s close-range attack. He walked slowly toward them, accompanied by the occasional roar of 99-type main battle tank cannons, exuding an air of authority.
Passing by Lingxiao, Xuan Ziming casually suggested that Lingxiao should bandage his wounds. It was evident that he never missed an opportunity to win over his subordinates' hearts, which only drew disdain from Ye Huan.
"Ye Huan, how about we make a deal?"
Standing before Ye Huan and curiously examining the Flying Sword in his hand inscribed with the words Flame Sun, Xuan Ziming proposed this idea, prompting a series of eye rolls from Ye Huan.
If Ye Huan remembered correctly, his first real transaction after arriving in this world was helping Han Lin find his former lover. What happened? Ye Huan ended up causing chaos at the Han family’s estate and destroyed one-fifth of it. Subsequently, Dongfang Hao approached him for another deal; however, the Eastern Family turned out to be even weaker than the Han family and completely vanished from this world. Although it wasn't directly Ye Huan's doing, he couldn't deny his involvement.
The third instance was when he made a deal with Xuan Ziming in the palace, which forced Ye Huan to flee Southern Xiongnu Empire as if he were running for his life—eventually escaping to another continent.
Considering all these events together made it clear that Ye Huan was indeed sensitive about "deals." However, he also understood that where there were deals, there might be benefits. He shook off memories of previous transactions and asked Xuan Ziming directly: "So what’s the deal? Let me make myself clear: if this is anything like last time—where I barely left before you sent people after me—I’ll make sure to take you down with me!"
As soon as the words were spoken, perhaps in coordination with Ye Huan, the turret of a Type 99 main battle tank once again belched flames, accurately firing a shell that landed near Ye Huan and Xuan Ziming. Debris flew up, striking both Xuan Ziming and Ye Huan, leaving Xuan Ziming drenched in cold sweat. He stammered, "Ye Huan, can we ask your men in those metal boxes to calm down for a moment?"
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