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Chapter 201: The Strategist Wang Pengfei (Part Two)
As the largest and most well-established brothel on the Nine Provinces Continent, the Purple Spring Pavilion was not a place that could be easily approached without strong enforcers. Ye Huan would never believe it, let alone Zuo Yi and the others. Therefore, when they heard that Wang Pengfei was willing to place the Purple Spring Pavilion under Phoenix Hall, everyone was momentarily taken aback. Handing over command of the Three Halls to him felt like a form of imprisonment for Wang Pengfei himself.
Understanding Wang Pengfei's intentions, Zuo Yi surprisingly did not oppose him this time; instead, he nodded slightly. He could see that Wang Pengfei was genuinely trying to help Ye Huan and was committed to doing so wholeheartedly.
As for Ye Huan, there was no need to say more; such a good opportunity was hard to resist. Smiling, Ye Huan directly issued an order, addressing Wang Pengfei, "Alright, I agree. The Phoenix and Tiger halls, along with their leaders, will all follow your commands. If you need any weapons, just let me know as long as the quantity isn't outrageous. But remember, you have ten days—starting tomorrow. If you can't reclaim Huaxia within ten days..."
"I will offer my head if I cannot reclaim it!"
Wang Pengfei declared solemnly. At that moment, he made it clear to everyone that he would reclaim all of Huaxia's territory within ten days! And he intended to do so without any involvement from Dragon Hall members! Even Ye Huan had to admit that Wang Pengfei indeed possessed the demeanor of a great general, which seemed mismatched with his handsome face and background.
Thinking about backgrounds, Ye Huan couldn't help but reflect on his own situation. Not to mention where Ye Tian might be, his mother Liu Ruyan was still in Huaxia Imperial Capital. Since Wang Pengfei had also made a military pledge, why not take this opportunity to visit Huaxia Imperial Capital?
Resolving his thoughts, after leaving the conference hall, Ye Huan did not make a fuss but quietly found Yang Guangyao and Lo Shaobin. He shared his idea with them, and since both were originally from the royal capital, they fully supported Ye Huan's decision. Thus, the three of them quickly agreed and stealthily left Tian Yue City without Zuo Yi noticing, even claiming it was just a trip to relax.
Given that Tian Yue City was not far from the royal capital, it wasn't long before Ye Huan and the others stood beneath the city walls of the royal capital. However, upon entering the city, they encountered significant trouble. The soldiers guarding the gate informed them that a month ago, Her Majesty had decreed a Martial Arts Competition for Marriage. Except for professionals, ordinary people were temporarily barred from entering to avoid disrupting the competition.
Ye Huan rubbed his ears in disbelief. A Martial Arts Competition for Marriage? What kind of matchmaking was this for him?!
A surge of anger ignited within him; he almost charged into the royal capital. Fortunately, Yang Guangyao and Lo Shaobin were by his side during this critical moment, constantly whispering in his ear: "Calm down, Young Master."
"Calm down? How can I calm down when your wife is about to put a green hat on you?!"
Pulled aside by Yang Guangyao and Lo Shaobin, Ye Huan vented his frustration without thinking twice. This was also the first time he openly expressed his feelings for Zhao Ziyu in front of others, leaving Yang Guangyao and Lo Shaobin at a loss for words on how to console him. After a while, Lo Shaobin managed to stammer out: "Young Master, perhaps this isn't something Her Majesty wants?"
Not something she wanted?
Flashes of Han Xuan and Han Cai'er’s words echoed in his mind as they left him; Ye Huan suddenly felt much clearer-headed and forcefully suppressed his anger. Gritting his teeth at Yang Guangyao and Lo Shaobin, he said resolutely: "Disguise ourselves; we’re going into the city to sign up! I want to see what’s really going on!"
As he spoke, Ye Huan rummaged through his Spatial Ring and pulled out various items necessary for disguise—fake mustaches, fake eyebrows among other things—most of which were prepared for Yang Guangyao and Lo Shaobin. As for himself, being a cultivator made changing his appearance quite simple.
With a flick of his wrist, he produced three mirrors and tossed one to each of Yang Guangyao and Lo Shaobin. Ye Huan took one mirror and hurried to the side, carefully starting to work on his disguise. About ten minutes passed, and as Yang Guangyao and Lo Shaobin grew increasingly impatient, a figure slowly appeared before them. With sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, dressed in a flowing white Dao robe and carrying an ancient long sword on his back, he resembled a handsome young dragon, akin to the legendary thief Chu Liuxiang. His long white hair floated gracefully around him, and his complexion was pale with a hint of rosy hue—truly strikingly handsome.
"Who are you?"
Surprised by the appearance of the white-haired man, Yang Guangyao and Lo Shaobin were momentarily at a loss for words, both asking in unison. This left Ye Huan, who had just completed his disguise, feeling exasperated. He could only reply, "I am Ye Huan, your Young Master..."
It must be said that cultivators excel in the art of disguise; no professional could match their skill. Not only did Ye Huan's appearance change, but even his voice transformed into a hoarse yet steady tone that instilled a sense of security in everyone who heard it.
However, while they felt secure, upon realizing that the voice was not Ye Huan's, Yang Guangyao couldn't help but circle around him twice before finally speaking up: "Brother, stop joking! How could our Young Master possibly be as handsome as you?"
Was it sarcasm or a compliment? After hearing Yang Guangyao's words, Ye Huan felt an overwhelming urge to strangle him for the umpteenth time but managed to hold back and said instead, "Qing He, why are you here in Huaxia too?"
"Qing He? Where? Where?!"
Frantically looking around with a foolish expression, Yang Guangyao searched for Qing He but after a long while without finding any trace of him, he finally realized what was happening. He sheepishly turned to Ye Huan and said, "Young Master, I misspoke earlier; it should be that you are more handsome than our Young Master. Uh, I mean to say that our Young Master is more handsome than you. Ugh... this..."
No matter how he tried to phrase it, it felt convoluted. Yang Guangyao looked at Ye Huan with a pitiful expression, clearly trying to gain his sympathy. This left Ye Huan speechless; he decided to ignore him and instructed Lo Shaobin instead: "Lo Shaobin, from now on, don't call me Young Master..."
"If we don't call you Young Master, what should we call you? Right! What should I call you then?"
Lo Shaobin asked in surprise as he realized that using their real names might not be appropriate once they entered the city. Even Yang Guangyao turned his gaze toward Ye Huan, eager to hear what name he would choose.
After some careful thought about naming conventions—something majestic that would evoke fear yet remain memorable—Ye Huan finally declared three words: "Bai Wu Chang!"
"Huh?!"
Exchanging glances with each other, Yang Guangyao and Lo Shaobin wondered if their nicknames had somehow been revealed to Ye Huan; otherwise, how could he have chosen such a name? Just as they were puzzled by this revelation, Ye Huan continued speaking and assigned names to both of them: "Yang Guangyao, from today onward you shall be called Wei Su. As for Lo Shaobin, you will be known as Bei Bi..."
"Vulgar?" "Despicable?!"
They stared at Ye Huan in disbelief. Yang Guangyao felt quite wronged and thought about pleading not to use those names again. He spoke up once more: "Um, Young Master, actually it's fine if Lo Shaobin and I keep our original names. Once we get into the city, you can just call us Guangyao and Shaobin!"
"That's true! How did I forget? Then let's do it this way! You will be Guangyao and Shaobin; I will be White Impermanence. Now let’s go into the city!"
After slapping his forehead and repeating their names aloud once more, Ye Huan took the lead at the City Gate. A chill ran down Yang Guangyao and Lo Shaobin's spines because they understood that if Ye Huan was serious about not signing them up for the Martial Arts Competition for Marriage, he wouldn't care so much about their names. But this very concern made it all the more terrifying; after all, competing with White Impermanence for women could only lead to two outcomes: death or a miserable death!
A shiver ran down his spine as Yang Guangyao and Lo Shaobin hurriedly stepped forward, quickly reaching Ye Huan's side. However, Ye Huan's appearance was so enviable that it stirred jealousy among the city guards, who clearly were not pleased with him. They promptly blocked the trio's path, and one of the guards even circled around Ye Huan twice before reaching out to touch his white hair. Finally, he spoke up, "Hey brother, how did you get your hair like that?"
"I grew up in poverty, and my parents abandoned me in the mountains where I lived with a white fox. Over time, I became tainted by demonic energy, and my hair turned white..."
Given that this soldier dared to touch his hair, Ye Huan spun a tale without hesitation, concocting a reason on the spot. The guard who had just touched Ye Huan's hair jumped back in shock, stammering as he relayed what he had overheard earlier: without a Professional identity, they could not enter the city.
With a calm smile, Ye Huan was not polite; he extended his hand, and a ball of milky white light appeared instantly, drawing attention. Beside him, Yang Guangyao and Lo Shaobin mirrored his actions. In an instant, the three gained passage and entered the royal capital.
Standing at the gates of the royal capital and gazing at the place where they had grown up, each of them felt a unique sentiment after two months of traveling back and forth between the north and south. This was their hometown!
"Zhao Ziyu, just wait! At the Martial Arts Competition for Marriage, I'll make sure to cripple the third leg of anyone daring enough to participate!"
After standing there for a while, Ye Huan finally took his first step while saying this aloud for his companions to hear clearly.
Initially, Yang Guangyao and Lo Shaobin couldn't grasp what he meant by "third leg," but once they realized it, they instinctively touched their groins and hurriedly followed Ye Huan's lead toward the location of the Martial Arts Competition for Marriage as indicated by the guard.
Meanwhile, in a secret chamber at Dragon Hall Headquarters in Tianyue City, Zuo Yi held a recent report sent from Phoenix Hall with a peculiar expression on his face. After standing there for quite some time, he murmured softly, "Martial Arts Competition for Marriage? Could it be that Zhao Ziyu is holding this event specifically to seek help from Ye Huan? It seems this information must be sealed off at all costs."
He tossed the report into the fire; under its flickering light, it quickly burned to ashes…
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