Chapter 18: Wanted Throughout the Entire Secret Realm

Ye Jiuyao held his proud head aloft like a swan, his face practically demanding praise.
"I knew our young master was extraordinary, brilliant beyond compare, crushing all rivals, able to subdue the heavens with a turn of his hand and shroud the stars with another..."
"My admiration for the young master flows endlessly, like the mighty river..."
Among the loyal fools of the Great Zhou, someone caught Ye Jiuyao’s expression and hurried to flatter him, making Ye Jiuyao’s mood soar.
"Hey, hey, hey, you there, keep it low-key, keep it low-key. Though what you say is true..."
Ye Jiuyao quickly tried to stop them, but his expression clearly said: More, more, praise me in a different way.
The others looked on helplessly. You’re strong, you’re gifted, but do you have to be so aggravating?
The little shadow of the Yuan Technique inheritance came right before you for you to study, but you... you didn’t even look.
Not only did you ignore it, you waved it away, and not just once or twice, but several times until the shadow disappeared completely.
"Take your time to comprehend, my genius self will go maintain world peace first," Ye Jiuyao said with an utterly serious nonsense. When no one was looking, he shot a glance at his pig teammates. The Great Zhou loyalists understood and hurried after him, quickly departing.
Half an hour later, angry roars erupted around the stone wall, and Ye Jiuyao, now a hundred miles away, suddenly felt a chill crawl up his spine.
"He shattered the Yuan Technique! He wasn’t refusing the inheritance—he cut off our hopes!"
"I hate it! Why didn’t I notice before?"
"Bastard!!"
"..."
For a moment, the area around the stone wall echoed with furious denunciations of Ye Jiuyao.
"Emperor, you didn’t really destroy the Yuan Technique, did you? Then what about us..."
"They’re all useless. I’m helping them, keeping them from getting too greedy. I’m eliminating all selfishness..."
"Besides, now the Yuan Technique in my mind is unique. Isn’t that wonderful? You’ll be able to show off—"
"Ahem, no, I mean you’ll be able to increase your own strength. Think about it, doesn’t it feel great?"
After Ye Jiuyao’s speech, everyone burst out laughing, as if it really made sense, their faces full of eager flattery.
"How did I end up with such a group of losers? It’s just a Yuan Technique, is it really such a big deal?"
"It is, it is! Emperor, let us learn it—help you show off, I mean, help you maintain world peace."

One clever fellow was practically jumping with impatience, but Ye Jiuyao was quite satisfied with this kind of praise, which highlighted his graceful temperament.
Immediately, Ye Jiuyao sent out his soul power, directly transmitting the Yuan Technique in his mind to the loyal ministers of the Great Zhou.
"Let’s go, I’ll teach you to practice later. First, let’s stir things up a bit—after all, without a little chaos, the excitement isn’t perfect."
Ye Jiuyao cut off their urge to train on the spot; he could no longer suppress the little universe within him.
He felt uncomfortable if he wasn’t admired for even a moment, so Ye Jiuyao led his followers onto the road to 'maintain world peace.'
"Hey! Where did these useless fools come from, daring to bully decent girls? Miss, are you alright?" Ye Jiuyao saw a group of middle-aged men surrounding six or seven young women and hurried forward to uphold justice.
The girls’ eyes lit up—they thought their savior had arrived—but when they saw the rescuer was only a boy, the light quickly faded, and despair clouded their faces.
"Haha... kid, still wet behind the ears? Trying to play hero?"
One burly man, apparently the leader, laughed loudly and stood over Ye Jiuyao, looking down on him.
"Kneel!"
Ye Jiuyao hated being looked at like that. He shouted, and a terrifying pressure descended; the big man collapsed to his knees, the bones shattering instantly.
"Ah..."
A miserable scream echoed through the grove. The others, not understanding what happened but seeing their leader so powerless, rushed forward in a frenzy.
The result, as expected, was clear.
Ye Jiuyao glanced at the charging men with impatience, muttering, "Still watching? Then you’ll get extra training later!"
Soon, over seventy burly men sprang from the grass—yes, seventy, forming a wall of flesh to block Ye Jiuyao’s way.
"Attack!"
Seeing the obstacle, the others shouted in rage and charged, wielding all sorts of weapons—axes, hooks, spears, swords, every kind imaginable—faces contorted with fury.
"Vital Energy Slash!"
"Dragon Breaker Fist!"
"Wandering Soul Palm!"
"..."
A torrent of Yuan Techniques exploded forth. The enemy was stunned by the overwhelming power, their weapons frozen in midair, unable to strike or retreat. But those behind Ye Jiuyao were not so fortunate.

Each Yuan Technique fell like a bomb among the crowd, erupting in thunderous blasts.
After a few breaths, a group of men stood there in terror, looking like beggars, their clothes reduced to tatters.
Of course, enough cloth was left to cover what needed covering—after all, there were girls present, and some dignity had to be preserved.
"Hmph... was it thrilling? Bullying me? Don’t you know how many little rascals I have?" Ye Jiuyao looked down at them arrogantly, planting his foot on the leader’s chest and pointing at them.
But his gaze wasn’t on them; it lingered on the girls, his face practically spelling out: Praise me.
"So handsome... Am I dreaming? Have I really met my heart’s desire?"
"Wow! So cool!!"
As expected, there were those who knew what was proper; a few girls immediately swooned, while Ye Jiuyao tried to remain modest, covering his face in feigned distress.
"Ah, so troublesome. All I want is to be a peacemaker, but I can’t escape the world’s admiration for beauty. Is it wrong to be humble?"
Despite his sorrowful expression, his followers behind him wore helpless looks—they had no choice; their little rascal adored this sort of thing.
"Wow! So idealistic, I love it..."
"Hero, hero..."
The girls cheered, their faces brimming with adoration. Ye Jiuyao bashfully waved his hand, then asked,
"Are they from the Hall of the Yellow Springs?"
"Yes, yes, yes..."
After some questioning, Ye Jiuyao drew out plenty of useful information, even learning a shocking secret.
"They’ve put a bounty on us throughout the entire Yellow Springs Secret Realm? A heavy reward for capturing us? Our identities are exposed? Impossible..." Ye Jiuyao frowned, pondering what the girls had told him.
Meanwhile, the Yellow Springs Secret Realm had rarely united in pursuit of a youth striving to maintain peace.
At the head of this coalition was the young master of the Jiang family, Jiang Shaoyang, one of the two major forces in the Southern Barbarian Realm.
He marched at the front, his face twisted in anger, followed by a vast crowd, all with expressions as dark as his own.
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