Leisurely mountain village

"Really?" Ye Huan nodded, changed the magazine, released the safety, and fired another round. "All ten rings."

"Alright, let's try out this big gun." Ye Huan laughed. Someone next to him handed him a Type 95 rifle. Ye Huan carefully aimed for a minute before unleashing a rapid-fire round.

"Except for the first three shots, all ten rings." Everyone present was stunned. If this was really the first time shooting, the talent was extraordinary.

But what they didn't know was that Ye Huan's five senses and sixth sense were now far beyond those of ordinary people.

"Are there moving targets?" Ye Huan asked.

"Yes, shall we try?"

"Okay," Ye Huan said with a smile, then changed to a different magazine.

"Watch out 30 meters ahead," a staff member reminded Ye Huan.

Then Ye Huan saw a target appear quickly, "Bang!" It hit the target, then again, and again. Dugu Jingguo walked over and controlled the moving target.

Three targets appeared in a flash. "Bang bang bang~~" Ye Huan was not afraid at all and fired three shots in a row, hitting the red star every time.

Until the magazine was empty, Dugu had to admit that Ye Huan was a genius.

Ye Huan then test-fired foreign firearms, including sniper rifles, light machine guns, and heavy machine guns. Dugu Jingguo then fell silent, as did the other staff members. Damn, where did this monster come from?

Having had his fill of fun, Ye Huan followed Dugu Jingguo to the training ground. Dugu said to Ye Huan, "Go and give some pointers?"

"Don't you want to?" Ye Huan shook her head vigorously. "I'm afraid of hurting them. You know I don't hold back when I strike."

Dugu was nodding when a muscular man training nearby spoke up, "Tch, anyone can brag."

Just as Dugu Jingguo was about to speak, he saw the muscular man freeze. Then Dugu and the other trainees witnessed a horrifying scene: a furry sable was perched on his forehead, its claws pressed against his eyeballs.

That wasn't the most terrifying part. Two other short, flat daggers were already pressed against the man's temples and carotid arteries.

The tough guy was horrified to find himself "dead." Yes, in a real conflict, he would be dead by now.

Although Ye Huan doesn't like bullying people, he also doesn't like being looked down upon. He earns his living through his own abilities, so why should I indulge him?

Dugu Jingguo's eyes lit up. "Those assassins from yesterday, is that how they died?"

Ye Huan nodded, and the two short throwing knives flew back into his hand. The sable waved its little hand arrogantly at the burly man, then flew back onto Ye Huan's shoulder, looking completely harmless.

Since it followed Ye Huan, with the help of Ye Huan's beast taming technique and the effect of the spiritual spring water, Ye Huan estimates that the sable's combat power is such that it can easily kill any martial artist below the Earth level.

If it were Saihu and Xiaobai's father, Ye Huan estimated that even Earth-level Martial Masters could fight them to a standstill, since the sable's time was still a bit short.

"Yes, I was afraid they might have an ambush, so I used throwing knives to take care of them." Ye Huan deliberately showed off his skills, firstly to impress Dugu, and secondly to give him an introduction to the killing skills he had used that night.

When Ye Huan withdrew the throwing knife, the burly man sat down on the ground, then got up, walked over to Ye Huan, and apologized, "I'm sorry, I was blind."

Ye Huan smiled and waved his hand. He actually admired these people quite a bit. They had been working on the hidden front for years for the safety of the country and the people.

"You're too kind," Ye Huan said with a smile.

The others also became obedient and stopped testing him; this person was a true demon king.

Ye Huan didn't linger long. He had fired the gun and made a name for himself, so he asked Dugu Jingguo to have someone take him back to the hotel. Dugu Jingguo looked at him, nodded, and then handed him a package.

"The yellow paper, cinnabar, and talisman brush you requested were given to you by that Maoshan master from our Dragon Group, so you can study them well," Dugu Jingguo said to Ye Huan.

"Okay, please thank this master for me, I will." Ye Huan knew that a master wasn't just someone to be called a master, but he was still quite curious whether the master was a cultivator.

Ye Huan was then picked up, taken out of the underground area, and driven back to the hotel.

After seeing Ye Huan off, Dugu went to an office where several middle-aged and elderly people were present, among whom was an old man with white hair and beard, dressed in a Taoist robe.

"So? Did you see that move?" Dugu Jingguo asked.

"At least a grandmaster, no doubt. The Ye family truly produces a multitude of geniuses; several generations have been martial arts prodigies," an old man said.

"You're wrong. This Ye Huan is at least a Grandmaster. I can tell you with absolute certainty that with that move just now, not one of you here could have escaped his fatal blow," the old Taoist priest suddenly said.

This terrified Dugu Jingguo and his companions. "You mean he's a Grandmaster? A Grandmaster who's not even 30 years old?" Dugu Jingguo exclaimed.

"I'm talking about at least a Grandmaster, maybe even beyond. With my eyesight, I couldn't even see where those two throwing knives came from before the enemy was already dead," the old Taoist said, stroking his snow-white beard.

A deathly silence fell over the crowd. A middle-aged man in a Zhongshan suit asked, "Is your background clear?"

"It's perfectly clear, everyone can rest assured. That person knows him and specifically requested him to join the group." Dugu Jingguo pointed to the sky.

The crowd fell silent. Among them, only two people knew the details of Ye Huan's great-grandfather: Dugu Jingguo and another elderly man who had not spoken. Both were dressed in military uniforms, their three generals shining brightly.

"Alright, that's enough about his matter. No one should say anything more about it," the general said.

Everyone nodded, understanding. The meeting adjourned. They had come here because Dugu had summoned them to see Ye Huan. Dugu Jingguo had arranged for a Dragon Group advisor, and these people needed to know his background. Today, they were there to see his true abilities, but they didn't expect to see EMO instead.

Dugu Jingguo and the old Taoist priest exchanged a smile, then left.

After getting into the car, the elderly man in military uniform made an encrypted call, spoke briefly to the other end, and then hung up. He then squinted his eyes until he arrived home.

Ye Huan was unaware of these things. After arriving at the hotel, he checked the things Dugu Jingguo had given him, then carefully inspected the room to make sure there were no surveillance cameras or anything like that before lying down. He then entered his spatial dimension and began practicing drawing talismans.

When Ye Huan woke up at daybreak, she complained, "These are really scribbles, how come they're so difficult?"

In one night, he ruined half of the ten stacks of yellow paper, which was almost 200 sheets.

Ye Huan also discovered his own problem: "The main problem is the continuity. It turns out that drawing a talisman requires drawing it in one go, in one continuous stroke, instead of drawing, stopping and starting and then redrawing it."

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