After experiencing Huang Feihu's Sword Qi that could split mountains and shatter peaks, Ye Tian felt no pressure at all from Li Jianhua's half-baked Sword Qi. Therefore, even knowing the other man might harbor ill intentions toward him, he still stayed alone with him without the slightest guard.
In the end, the two returned to their residences safe and sound.
The next day, Ye Tian still descended the mountain according to plan.
Huang Feihu's appearance might have been a nightmare that left others unable to eat or sleep in peace.
But to Ye Tian, this was something he would have to face sooner or later. If he wanted to become an inner sect disciple, he had to pass the tests of those older registered disciples like Jiaziqi.
Thus, Huang Feihu merely became the catalyst that drove Ye Tian to work even harder.
That very night, he accepted a new mission without hesitation.
Ye Tian had only accepted this mission because he was confident in it. He merely wanted to use the mission to consolidate his realm, not risk his life for rewards that were useless to him.
By noon, Ye Tian had arrived before an antique-looking residence.
After watching the door for a while, a young scholar with darkened eye sockets opened it for him, then regarded him warily. "You're the reinforcements I hired? Aren't you far too young?"
As he spoke, his eyes roved frivolously, and he looked every bit the arrogant young master who held everyone beneath his notice. The favorable impression Ye Tian had formed because they were both scholars vanished like smoke in thin air. Still, he did not grow angry, merely smiling faintly. "In ancient times, there were youths who became prime ministers and entered the cabinet. Though I, Ye Tian, cannot compare myself to