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Staring at the figure in mid-air, which constantly emanated a bloody aura, Beitang Mo could only comfort himself deep down. The various signs that Ye Huan had revealed indicated that he was undoubtedly in a state of madness. In the perception of the major sects of the Eastern State, those who could fall into such a state were either Professionals from the Nine Provinces or Cultivators from the Eastern State.
If it were the former, it would be manageable; after all, as long as he wasn't a legendary Tenth Level Professional, Beitang Mo still had a fighting chance. However, if Ye Huan was truly the genius Cultivator from Yuxu Palace, then with his strength multiplying due to madness, even Beitang Mo, at the peak of the Nascent Soul Stage, would likely have no choice but to turn and flee.
To ascertain whether this Ye Huan was indeed the one he knew, Beitang Mo steeled himself and turned his head towards Ye Huan, whom he had just offended. He politely inquired, "I say, young brother, I was just joking earlier. If I have offended you in any way, please don’t take it to heart. Also, I heard you call that person in the sky Ye Huan; is he a disciple of Yuxu Palace and also a Cultivator?"
"I don't think I've heard of Yuxu Palace..."
Having long forgotten whether Ye Huan had mentioned his sect and considering that there was no deep enmity between them and Beitang Mo, Weiyang pondered for quite some time but couldn’t recall even a hint of an impression regarding Yuxu Palace. He couldn’t help but respond directly to Beitang Mo, which immediately relieved Beitang Mo. However, before he could fly up to battle Ye Huan, Weiyang suddenly added another remark that nearly scared Beitang Mo to death: "But Ye Huan is indeed a Golden Core Stage Cultivator. Is there something wrong with that?"
Golden Core Stage Cultivator...
Even though Beitang Mo's cultivation was already quite impressive among the major sects of the Eastern State, he couldn't help but gasp when he heard that Ye Huan was actually a Golden Core Stage Cultivator. His expression turned complex as he cast his gaze towards the sky.
According to Beitang Mo's estimation, if a Golden Core Stage Cultivator fell into madness, they could potentially unleash power far beyond that of a Nascent Soul Stage practitioner. Unfortunately for him, Beitang Mo happened to be a peak Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator. If he approached Ye Huan with the mindset of eliminating evil and protecting justice, it was possible that instead of vanquishing the 'demon,' he might end up being defeated by Ye Huan himself...
"Should I just pretend I saw nothing and take my people back to the Eastern State?"
After struggling internally for quite some time without making up his mind, Beitang Mo muttered softly to himself. Just then, an unexpected change occurred. Ye Huan, who should have been floating in mid-air, suddenly vanished without warning after surveying the many Cultivators hovering above Tidewatch Town. He reappeared right in front of Beitang Mo, his bloody aura still lingering around him. Moreover, he had somehow acquired a pure black Desert Eagle in his hand, which was now pressed firmly against Beitang Mo's forehead.
"You come from the Eastern State?"
With his right arm holding a Desert Eagle horizontally in front of the two, Ye Huan immediately shot a question at Beitang Mo. It was clear that he had overheard Beitang Mo's muttering, but Ye Huan was completely unaware of how much shock his actions had caused Beitang Mo.
Honestly speaking, while Beitang Mo couldn't claim to be the strongest in the Heavenly Dragon Sect, he was the most skilled among the younger elders, aside from the old-timers and the sect leader. Yet, even with his abilities, he could never leap over two hundred meters in the blink of an eye like Ye Huan just did. Moreover, Ye Huan was holding an unknown weapon against his head, leaving Beitang Mo no time to react. This demonstrated that Ye Huan's current strength was definitely beyond the Nascent Soul Stage.
Of course, if it were just that, Beitang Mo might not have said much. The level of power gained by each Cultivator after falling into a state of madness varied greatly due to their individual cultivation levels. What truly left Beitang Mo speechless was that normally, a Cultivator in such a state would be delirious and only focused on slaughter. Yet here stood Ye Huan, calmly asking him a question. Was this really someone who had lost control?
Beitang Mo couldn't fathom how Ye Huan could maintain his clarity amidst such overwhelming bloodlust. He felt the chilling touch of the weapon pressed against his forehead and could only respond, "Yes, I am from Eastern State. My name is Beitang Mo, one of the elders of Heavenly Dragon Sect."
"Heavenly Dragon Sect?"
Ye Huan vaguely recalled that Yu Wuxia had specifically warned him about several sects not to provoke during his time at Yuxu Palace. He remembered Heavenly Dragon Sect quite well and relaxed slightly, though he did not lower his Desert Eagle. Instead, he maintained his stance while checking his own condition.
The Blood Refinement Sword Qi had entered his body, causing significant damage; nearly all of his meridians were destroyed. The only thing Ye Huan could be thankful for was that this Blood Refinement Sword Qi hadn't penetrated into his blood vessels or internal organs. Otherwise, anyone would have faced certain death.
However, this wasn't even the most important part. What truly concerned Ye Huan was that within his body, from Dantian to Limbs, every place he could sense was filled with a vast amount of blood-red sword energy—clearly the work of Blood Refinement Sword Qi. The source of this sword energy would likely be hard for anyone to believe: it originated from the Summoning Book in Ye Huan's mind.
‘Could it be that the Summoning Book absorbed the Blood Refinement Sword Qi?’
Even his hand holding the Desert Eagle trembled slightly as Ye Huan checked his body and was startled by what he found. Previously, when he had awakened from unconsciousness, he felt an abundance of power coursing through him; otherwise, he wouldn’t have instinctively leaped into mid-air. On another note, Ye Huan's guess turned out to be correct: when Yu Wuxia had smashed the identity token representing a general of Huaxia Nation onto Ye Huan's head, it had indeed entered the Summoning Book.
As he contemplated carefully checking whether there had been any changes to the Summoning Book, Beitang Mo was sweating profusely from fear at the changing expressions on Ye Huan's face. He couldn't help but speculate whether Ye Huan had some grudge against Heavenly Dragon Sect. After all, with Ye Huan's current strength, if he truly wanted to attack, not only would Beitang Mo be helpless; even thousands of Cultivators from Eastern State would likely not stand a chance against him…
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