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As with every ordinary person living in this world, when Yan Yue saw the Flashbang from the Twenty-First Century, a flicker of curiosity crossed his face, followed by surprise, and finally confusion. No matter how hard he racked his brain, he couldn't figure out what the metal box that Ye Huan had thrown at his feet was. He even leaned forward slightly, as if trying to see it more clearly.
"Ah, ah, ah..."
Just as Ye Huan had imagined, Yan Yue was suddenly blinded by the intense light without any warning. To make matters worse, the Flashbang summoned this time was modified and had a tear gas effect added to it, effectively merging Tear Gas and Flashbang into one.
"Damn, this Flashbang is really powerful..."
Yan Yue's screams echoed in his ears. Watching him crouch on the ground with his arms covering his eyes, Ye Huan couldn't help but click his tongue at the power of this Flashbang. But then again, who was it that had arrogantly claimed that Ye Huan was nothing special?
Clenching his fists and cracking his knuckles, Ye Huan grinned wickedly as he approached Yan Yue. Without hesitation, he delivered a fierce punch to Yan Yue's abdomen, nearly making him vomit up his insides. With tears streaming down his face from the pain, Yan Yue angrily shouted, "Ye Huan, you little coward! You don't deserve to be a disciple of the Righteous Path for using such despicable tactics!"
"Despicable? Do I need to play fair against someone like you?"
Shaking his head in exasperation at Yan Yue's unreasonable outburst, Ye Huan decided to deliver another punch to his chin, effectively shutting him up and turning him into a 'human punching bag.'
Thud, thud, thud...
The dull sound of fists hitting flesh echoed through the air. During the brief moment when Yan Yue was blinded by the light and tears streamed down his face, Ye Huan unleashed over a hundred punches. The pain was so intense that Yan Yue couldn't even let out a groan and eventually passed out.
After a while, seeing that Yan Yue had stopped responding, Ye Huan tried giving him two hard slaps across the face. To his surprise, Yan Yue still didn't wake up; it seemed he had indeed been thoroughly beaten by Ye Huan.
"Is he really out cold? That's convenient."
Ye Huan relaxed his hands. Despite his incredible physique, after throwing hundreds of punches, he was exhausted. After resting for a while, he finally stood up, muttering to himself as he dragged the unconscious Yan Yue like a dead dog to the edge of the cliff at Yuxu Peak. With the warm sunlight on his face, he kicked Yan Yue off the edge.
"Ah! Help!"
Another scream echoed, and Ye Huan had initially planned to leave. However, upon hearing the unmistakable cry of a woman, he instinctively pulled back the leg he had just lifted. He glanced down over the cliff…
A female Cultivator.
Just one glance was enough to captivate Ye Huan's attention. Below the cliff, a Purple-Robed Woman was soaring upward on her Flying Sword. Although she was a bit far away for him to see her features clearly, just by looking at her deep cleavage, Ye Huan could tell that she must be extraordinarily beautiful. The sheen of her skin suggested she was likely under thirty years old. The only thing that left Ye Huan feeling somewhat frustrated was that this yet-to-be-seen Purple-Robed Woman was carrying someone on her shoulder—someone he had just kicked off.
"Is she not dead?"
Muttering in annoyance, Ye Huan decided not to linger any longer to avoid unnecessary trouble from this woman discovering who had kicked Yan Yue down. He turned and dashed off in another direction, quickly leaving the peak behind. However, what Ye Huan did not expect was that even after returning to his straw hut, the image of the Purple-Robed Woman lingered in his mind, leading him into a spiral of thoughts.
'Who could that woman be?'
Sitting on the stone bed in his straw hut, Ye Huan first ruled out Yuxu Palace because he knew it only accepted male disciples. Unless Yu Wuxia had suddenly changed his mind, there was no chance Yuxu Palace would recruit female disciples.
'Could she be an ordinary disciple from another sect visiting Yuxu Palace?'
Another theory popped into his mind, but Ye Huan quickly dismissed it. It wasn't that it was impossible for her to be a disciple from another sect; however, given the tense situation between Yuxu Palace and Heavenly Dragon Sect, the likelihood of such an occurrence was probably slimmer than winning five million in a lottery in the twenty-first century.
"Damn it! Why am I even thinking about a woman? I could just ask Yu Wuxia directly!"
Time seemed to stretch endlessly, and then Ye Huan suddenly realized that no one would know he was the one who kicked Yan Yue off the cliff. He decided to go find Yu Wuxia, thinking it would be easy to learn about the woman’s background. With that thought in mind, Ye Huan quickly made his way from the residence of the Fourth Generation Disciple to Yuxu Palace's Main Hall. However, just as he was about to step through the doorway, the Purple-Robed Woman he had been contemplating appeared before him.
As Ye Huan had suspected earlier, the Purple-Robed Woman was indeed quite beautiful. With thick eyebrows and large eyes, she had a naturally doll-like face. Coupled with her curvaceous figure and ethereal aura, she was undoubtedly the kind of woman many men fantasized about at night.
"Ye Huan? I was just about to send someone to find you."
While Ye Huan was carefully observing the Purple-Robed Woman, Yu Wuxia's voice suddenly rang out. It was then that Ye Huan noticed there were others in the Yuxu Palace's Main Hall besides the Purple-Robed Woman. Among them was Yu Wuxia herself and Yan Yue, who had been kicked off the cliff by Ye Huan. The implication of Yu Wuxia's words startled Ye Huan; he wondered if the Purple-Robed Woman had already figured out that he was responsible for kicking Yan Yue off the cliff.
Fortunately, Ye Huan's worries were unfounded. After her initial statement, Yu Wuxia continued, "Come over here and see what kind of person did this. They actually beat one of my disciples in Yuxu Palace to such a state and almost hit my beloved Xiang'er!"
"Dad, I told you this must be someone from our Yuxu Palace with ill intentions! Why won't you believe me?"
Pouting and stamping her foot, the Purple-Robed Woman shot a glance at Ye Huan, her large eyes filled with distrust towards him. On the other hand, upon hearing Yu Wuxia and the Purple-Robed Woman's conversation, Ye Huan felt as if his worldview had shattered. The reason? This stunningly beautiful woman turned out to be Yu Wuxia's daughter, the head of Yuxu Palace, which only accepted male disciples.
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