C47 Night death soldier

Although he had been taught by his clan since he was a child, and they shouldn't be in the mood for such things, he was still a little unhappy.

Orphaned from childhood, he wandered the streets, traversing the ditches and rubbish dumps behind taverns in search of food. He, who spent the night in the dilapidated abandoned room and the dirty pigsty, was incomparably loyal and fanatical in order to save him and cultivate his Ye Family. Having been adopted at the age of seven, his family had nurtured him for twenty years, and he had dedicated twenty years to it.

The order he received this time was to participate in Elite Prefectural Battle, so he was incomparably happy about this mission. It was finally time to kill again. It had been a long time since he had tasted blood. However, it seemed like the most important thing on the order wasn't to kill people? But to protect the skinny little fellow in the carriage?

He didn't dare go against the orders of the clan, and he wouldn't dare. But the family didn't order him to be in a good mood, right? Therefore, it was natural for him to get into a bad situation.

It wasn't that the young master who protected the family didn't receive such an order, but rather, he secretly expressed his ridicule and displeasure towards the clan's arrogant and unreasonable young Manhood s. But on the surface, he still didn't dare to show it. However, this time, he really had deep doubts regarding the orders of his clan. Was this little fellow, who was only fifteen or sixteen years old, actually going to participate? Second level of the Commander Realm? He secretly shook his head. Bringing such a young master to participate in the battle of the prefecture to gain experience, could it be that the clan didn't know how many people would die because of him?

"Seventeen!"

Seeing Evening Seventeen's gloomy face, Ye Shisan glanced at the carriage behind and warned him in a low voice.

"Humph!"

Ye Shisan glanced at the curtain behind him, and let out a low hum that only the two of them could hear, revealing his displeasure. It seemed like … The young master in the carriage was even more arrogant than the previous young master? He had sat on the carriage for more than a month, yet he had not said a single unnecessary word to these two Duke Stage experts, and in fact, had never even stepped down from the carriage even once. It seemed that this lord was even more arrogant than Ye Qingkuang!

...

Ye Qinghan did not have the mood to speak nor the time to speak, because he had to repeat a monotonous, painful and joyous life for more than a month.

He was attacking the remaining two main meridians!

He had unexpectedly discovered a shortcut in Barbaric Mountain Range that could allow him to cultivate to the general realm at a terrifying speed. He used the War Qi to attack his meridians to block the substance, and he did the same. With his tenacious mental strength and the help of the mystical Bronze Ring, he had succeeded in half. In a month of Barbaric Mountain Range, he opened six small meridians and broke through to the Commander Realm. However, he did not give up on his hard work in cultivation. When Ye Gun sent him back to the Ye Family in the carriage, he tried hard to breakthrough it every day. In the end, on the second day of living in the mountain behind the Ye Family, he succeeded in opening a single main meridian, a strange meridian. He had stepped into the second level of the commander realm.

Now that more than a month had passed, the worry of parting with his sister had completely turned into motivation for his cultivation. The boring journey had given him plenty of time. Thus, he started to cultivate day and night. Other than sleeping, eating, and accompanying War Beast Blacky for a bit of time every day, he was basically cultivating.

He had the experience of assaulting six small meridians and one main meridian, as well as the many times where his Barbaric Mountain Range had been injured. Now, his training seemed to have become very simple. Stamping his meridians, even if his meridians were to shatter, he still wouldn't be able to faint. Even though he still felt pain every time, so much so that his face distorted and cold sweat fell like rain, he had not cried out for more than a month. It was as if the many times of pain and injuries had made him resistant to these pain and had become numb.

After finishing his last round of training for the day, his whole body finally began to relax. A smile of joy appeared on his face that he had not worn for many days. He opened the curtain and walked out, then spoke the first nonsense he had said in the past month to Ye Shisan and Evening Seventeen: "Greetings big brothers, I am Ye Qinghan, I have yet to ask for your name!"

"Eh?" Evening Seventeen was still sulking, when he suddenly saw the door curtain suddenly open. The handsome and frail young master walked out with a smile, and even spoke in a gentle tone.

"Young Master Han is too polite, subordinate Ye Shisan, this is Evening Seventeen."

Ye Shisan, who was sitting in the driver's seat, was the first to react. He put away the horsewhip in his hand, stood up, cupped his fists and respectfully replied.

"Seventeen to Young Master Han." Evening Seventeen immediately reacted and cupped his fists in salute.

Ye Qinghan waved his hand. He was a little not used to it, and said with a smile: "Don't be polite, and don't call me Young Master Han. I'm not used to it, just call me Qinghan … "Hmm, thank you two big brothers for taking care of me for the past month. I'm afraid that Qinghan has neglected you two while busy with cultivation."

"This subordinate dares not, take care of young master, that is an internal matter." Ye Shisan was deeply moved by the Young Master Han, and respectfully replied, then asked: "Young Master has never stepped out of the carriage, and has come out today to take a look, could it be that he has made a breakthrough?"

"Ha ha!" Ye Qinghan stretched his arm and stayed still for many days, but it was all a bit rusty. He looked at the sunlight that sprinkled all over the ground in the distance, and looked at Qing Shan and Xiu Shui who were retreating as the carriage moved forward. His mood was somewhat clear: "Eh, I broke through to the First Sky of the Commander Realm."

"Eh?"

Ye Shisan's expression froze, did he have some sort of doubt? More than a month to breakthrough two main meridians? Even though the Ren Meridian meridian could be considered a meridian when connected, wasn't this speed a bit too fast? Could it be that the young master had already charged into the carriage halfway? Although there were many questions in his heart, Ye Shisan still smiled and said: "Congratulations Young Master Han."

"Congratulations Young Master Han!" Evening Seventeen said, but the doubt on his face was obvious.

"Ha ha!" Ye Qinghan waved his hands, not looking at the doubt on Evening Seventeen's face. That's right, to breakthrough to the two main meridians in a month's time was a bit too unfathomable. Anyone would be suspicious if they were to do so. But he did not care. He did not want to explain, and he would not explain.

Third level of the Commander's Realm!

He had finally reached the third level of the commander realm! In the future, he would no longer have to endure the pain of having his meridians ruptured. He was very happy and happy. The sadness and sorrow he had left his sister before had also disappeared in the howling mountain wind at this moment.

Strength. As long as he continued to be strong, he would be able to survive in the Elite Prefectural Battle and kill more people. Or rather, he would have to be a demon or a barbarian with even more accuracy. In order to obtain enough points in exchange for the Ling Shen Dan, only then would the slumbering white-haired White-clothed Woman be able to wake up!

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In the evening, the convoy began to camp at the foot of a mountain. Ten large carriages formed a circle, and countless people began to emerge from the carriages and begin to distribute tasks in an orderly manner.

He arranged for the campsite to be set up, for the hunters to start hunting, for the cooks to start cooking, and for the patrols to start patrolling. Countless people were busy going in and out, doing their own things in an orderly manner, busily doing what they needed to do.

Ye Qinghan sat quietly on the carriage, with the Evening Seventeen coldly standing beside him. However, Ye Shisan went to arrange for the rest of the people. Ye Qinghan watched the crowd bustle in and out with interest. It had been more than a month since then, and while sitting on the horse carriage, he had not taken a single step out of the carriage. He had always been instructing Ye Shisan directly whenever he had something going on, but this was the first time he had seen such a lively situation.

"That what?" "We don't need to help you," Ye Qinghan said in embarrassment as he rubbed his hands.

"The more we help, the more we'll help. They won't dare to let you, the commander of a squad, or the young master of a family, help out with these chores." Evening Seventeen said coldly. However, he scoffed in his heart. What did he do?

"Eh, that's true!" Ye Qinghan said somewhat embarrassedly. Although it sounded as if Evening Seventeen was dissatisfied with him, he didn't care about anything. Because he had never been a real Young Master in his entire life, he also thought that it would be a bit unfair for the two A Powerhouse Of The Dukedom s to send servants to protect him, so he should be the one taking care of them instead of them taking care of him.

Looking at the bustling crowd before him, Zhang Xuan couldn't help but look at his young master, who had never appeared in public before, with a hint of curiosity and reverence. He knew what the Evening Seventeen said was right. He was afraid that if he went to help, he would become more and more busy, so he continued to rub his hands and sit there watching.

"Young Master Han, are you going to continue eating in the carriage today, or?" After less than an hour, Ye Shisan slowly walked over and said to Ye Qinghan.

"No need, let's eat together." Ye Qinghan smiled and nodded, then got off the carriage.

Seeing Ye Shisan and the Evening Seventeen's arrival, everyone who was sitting around the fire immediately stood up respectfully. Seeing Ye Qinghan behind Ye Shisan, everyone's expression stiffened, then knelt down on one knee at the same time, and said respectfully: "We pay our respects to young master!"

Two hundred men, two hundred men, what was the sound of shouting at the same time? Ye Qinghan didn't know this before. He rubbed his ears and turned his head to look at Ye Shisan, somewhat unaccustomed to the situation, saying, "Thirteen, I seem to remember that I'm the commander of this team!"

Ye Shisan was shocked by the sudden roar until his eardrums hurt. Although he did not understand why Ye Qinghan said that, he still replied honestly: That's right, Young Master Han, including the two of us, a total of two hundred and two people, all of them have to listen to your orders!

"Good!" Ye Qinghan nodded, and turned around to speak to the two hundred people kneeling on the ground in a serious tone: "Everyone listen up, in the future when you see me, you will definitely not kneel again, and you will not bow, and as long as it is not a battle, you will not be too serious, I do not like it. This... It's an order! "