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Chapter One Hundred Eighty-Two: Eaten!
Zuo Yi and Ye Huan had both witnessed the devastating battlefield where arrows flew like locusts. If it weren't for their personal experiences, they might have thought that the members of Dragon Hall would remain unharmed. However, reality proved otherwise; nothing could change the fact that casualties were inevitable, and this was what worried Ye Huan the most.
Beiyuan City was just a small town, so the presence of crossbows was normal. But what about the four cities within the Southern Xiongnu Empire? Ye Huan had studied the history of this world thoroughly, and he knew that the Nine Provinces Continent had a history spanning at least three thousand years. With such a long period of development, it was likely that even more powerful war machines would emerge. If that were to happen, the casualties among Dragon Hall members would surely continue to rise.
After expressing his concerns to Zuo Yi, Zuo Yi gradually understood Ye Huan's intentions. He wanted to address the issue of Dragon Hall's insufficient numbers. However, finding a thousand Professionals to join Dragon Hall in such a short time posed a significant challenge for Zuo Yi.
Thinking along those lines, Zuo Yi spoke up, "Ye Huan, finding a thousand Professionals isn't impossible, but in today's Huaxia Nation, there are only about eight hundred registered Professionals above level five. Many of them are not very reliable in terms of loyalty. Are you really planning to..."
"Eight hundred? Can you tell me where all the high-level Professionals from Huaxia Nation have gone?" Ye Huan asked with a hint of confusion. He recalled witnessing firsthand the situation at the Han family before returning from Southern Xiongnu. The Han family was indeed one of the notable families within the Southern Xiongnu Empire, boasting over a hundred Professionals above level five. This made him wonder just how many Professionals existed in the Southern Xiongnu Empire.
In contrast, how could Huaxia Nation—an area even larger than the Southern Xiongnu Empire—have so few?
After pondering for quite some time without reaching a conclusion, Ye Huan couldn't help but voice his doubts to Zuo Yi: "Zuo Yi, can you tell me where all the Professionals from Huaxia Nation have gone? Did they defect? How can there be so few?"
"Ye Huan, have you forgotten that before your return, Huaxia was on the brink of destruction? If it weren't for some patriotic Professionals stepping up, by the time you returned, everything might have already been decided..." Sighing deeply, Zuo Yi shared everything he knew with Ye Huan.
It turned out that before Ye Huan returned to Huaxia, many patriotic Professionals had voluntarily enlisted in the military. Unfortunately, they faced attacks from three nations simultaneously, compounded by the overwhelming force of the Southern Xiongnu Empire's million-strong army. These Professionals fought until their last drop of blood; no one could erase their contributions.
Listening to Zuo Yi recounting the situation regarding Huaxia's Professionals left Ye Huan at a loss for words. He could only sigh heavily and sit back down in his chair, contemplating what to do next.
Without guns or cannons—though those could be manufactured—what they truly lacked were people.
Furrowing his brow, Ye Huan had never felt as frustrated as he did today. This problem was something he couldn't solve…
'Perhaps I should let Zuo Yi continue recruiting while I go back and think about how to enhance Dragon Hall's members' strength?'
Half an hour passed in silence between Ye Huan and Zuo Yi. An idea suddenly popped into Ye Huan's mind: if new recruits couldn't be found, then strengthening Dragon Hall's existing members would be crucial for both him and Huaxia. Instead of wasting time here, it would be more prudent to return and strategize on how to boost their capabilities.
Resolute in his decision, Ye Huan briefed Zuo Yi on his plans before standing up to take his leave. He slowly departed from Tianyue City without even meeting Weiyang and others, revealing just how anxious he felt inside. Driving his Apache Attack Helicopter back to Beiyuan City in a hurry, he stepped down from it and stored it in his Spatial Ring. At that moment, feeling the familiar sensation from the Spatial Ring made Ye Huan freeze in place.
"Three hundred Eighth-Level Practitioners can suffer casualties on the battlefield, so what about three hundred Cultivators?"
Gently stroking the Spatial Ring on his left hand with his right, Ye Huan came up with a bold idea: to have all the members of Dragon Hall become Cultivators. Although they lacked magical artifacts and Flying Swords for use, enhancing their physical abilities seemed like a good option.
He slapped his forehead, regretting not thinking of this solution earlier. Ye Huan quickly made his way to the location where Yang Guangyao and the others were in Beiyuan City, instantly attracting the attention of several Dragon Hall members, including Lo Shaobin.
Lo Shaobin, who had already advanced to Ninth Level Warrior, approached Ye Huan with the respect he was due. However, upon closer inspection, it was evident that there were traces of blood on the sleeve of his right arm. He must have sustained injuries during the battle to capture Beiyuan City. Fortunately, Lo Shaobin's strength allowed him to utilize the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy within him for healing, preventing any noticeable wounds from remaining on his arm.
"What's going on? Has something happened?" Ye Huan asked as he sensed Lo Shaobin approaching. He released his Divine Sense to scan the surroundings and felt relieved when he detected the presence of Dragon Hall members throughout Beiyuan City.
Lo Shaobin appeared somewhat embarrassed at Ye Huan's inquiry. He scratched his head in his characteristic manner before speaking up. "It's like this, Young Master. Everyone wants to ask you for another training session to improve our proficiency with various weapons..."
Proficiency?
Ye Huan became greatly interested in what Lo Shaobin had said. He suddenly recalled that during the siege of Beiyuan City, many Dragon Hall members had been killed by crossbow bolts simply because they couldn't get into the Type 99 main battle tanks in time.
Remembering Lo Shaobin's words, Ye Huan did not agree immediately. Instead, he waved his hand and instructed, "Forget about training for now. Gather all the brothers from Dragon Hall! I have something to say to them."
"Yes, Young Master."
Although Lo Shaobin didn't understand what Ye Huan was planning, having followed him for over two months and advanced from a First-Level Warrior to a Ninth Level Warrior, he was inclined to obey Ye Huan's commands without question. Even if the head of the Luo family were present, it was likely that Lo Shaobin would still prioritize Ye Huan's words.
As Lo Shaobin disappeared from view, Ye Huan nodded in satisfaction. He thought about whether he should first experiment with Lo Shaobin and Yang Guangyao. After all, compared to other Dragon Hall members, these two were Ninth-Level Practitioners and should have better endurance. Their physical constitution wasn't too different from that of other Dragon Hall members; as long as they could withstand the pain when Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy entered their Dantian, others should be fine as well.
Unaware that he had become a test subject, Lo Shaobin quickly gathered the Dragon Hall members as instructed by Ye Huan. After running around continuously without even catching his breath, he arrived in front of Ye Huan with a calm expression and said, "Young Master, everyone is here..."
Indicating that he understood with a nod, Ye Huan casually scanned the gathered Dragon Hall members until he spotted Yang Guangyao among them. Even though Yang Guangyao's once bald head had grown hair back, in Ye Huan's eyes, he stood out like a rat dropping in a pot of soup.
Pointing at Yang Guangyao to step forward while instructing the other Dragon Hall members to wait in place, Ye Huan then addressed both Lo Shaobin and Yang Guangyao. "You two come with me!"
With that said, Ye Huan took the lead toward one of the few houses left standing after the war ravaged Beiyuan City. This drew curious glances from both Lo Shaobin and Yang Guangyao as they hurriedly followed behind. Yang Guangyao nudged Lo Shaobin with his elbow and whispered curiously, "Hey, Lo Shaobin, where do you think Young Master is taking us?"
"How would I know? But I think it must be something good; otherwise, why would Young Master be so mysterious?" After rolling his eyes at Yang Guangyao, Lo Shaobin couldn't help but fantasize about how following Ye Huan might bring them great benefits. Hearing their conversation made Ye Huan feel both amused and helpless; he sighed as he opened one of the doors to the house.
However, one thing Lo Shaobin was right about: Ye Huan did call them over to help enhance their strength—arguably a good thing—but whether this good thing would succeed ultimately depended on them.
The three of them stepped into the dilapidated room, which was only about ten square meters in size. After slowly closing the door, Ye Huan instructed Yang Guangyao and Lo Shaobin to sit on the floor. With a casual gesture, he summoned a Desert Eagle, accompanied by two magazines.
He tossed the Desert Eagle aside and handed the two magazines to them. Ye Huan uttered a phrase that Yang Guangyao and Lo Shaobin would likely never forget: "Eat it..."
"Eat it?! Young Master, you can't be serious!"
Both of them widened their eyes in disbelief, each holding a magazine from the Desert Eagle. Their faces were filled with incredulity as they exclaimed in shock. However, when they saw Ye Huan's serious expression, they realized he was not joking; he clearly intended for them to swallow the magazines.
As Ninth-Level Practitioners, their bodies could withstand ordinary blades and swords, but Yang Guangyao and Lo Shaobin knew that their teeth would never be able to crush the magazines. They reluctantly closed their eyes and simultaneously stuffed the magazines into their mouths, attempting to swallow them whole.
Seeing their unhesitating actions in response to his command, Ye Huan couldn't help but smile slightly. He focused his mind to convert the magazines into Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy to retrieve them into his Summoning Book. But before doing so, he pressed down on Yang Guangyao and Lo Shaobin's heads and said sternly, "Shut your mouths! Swallow what’s in there!"
Hearing Ye Huan's voice, Yang Guangyao and Lo Shaobin instinctively thought they must have offended him, the White Impermanence, in some way and were now being punished. However, as they followed Ye Huan's instructions and closed their mouths, they suddenly felt a burning sensation racing down their esophagus towards their stomachs.
Knowing that if Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy entered their stomachs, it would be extremely troublesome to expel it later, Ye Huan quickly moved his hands from above their heads to their chests, guiding the flow of this energy within them. If there had been an outsider present, they would have clearly seen faint white light emanating from Ye Huan's fingertips, resembling translucent white jade.
As strands of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy circulated within Yang Guangyao and Lo Shaobin's bodies, they eventually converged in their Dantian. By this time, only about a minute had passed since they swallowed the Desert Eagle magazines. When they opened their eyes again after that brief moment, they felt an overwhelming surge of power within them. Before they could even contemplate where this power came from, two Desert Eagles were once again presented before them by Ye Huan.
This time, Ye Huan spoke coldly without any emotion: "Eat it..."
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