Dishitian's expression remained solemn as he revealed all he had studied about the Heaven Opening technique to Ye Huan over the past century.
Ye Huan was quite surprised. Was there really an Ancient Martial Technique that required dual cultivation by both genders?
He had never heard of such a thing before.
It seed that this Ancient Martial Secret Technique was indeed extraordinary.
No wonder even a powerhouse like Master Dog couldn't comprehend even a fraction of it.
Ye Huan mulled over it for a while and then asked, "How should I start practicing this technique?"
"This scroll is inscribed with ancient Huaxia characters. I wracked my brains and spent several years only to barely understand a few words. Over a hundred years, I've only managed to decipher a quarter of the scroll. I don't have a clear thod for cultivation, so you'll have to seek the answers on the scroll yourself."
"However, don't worry. Ancient Huaxia text may be foreign to , such that I don't recognize it at all, but you should be able to understand it easily."
Dishitian gave Ye Huan a slightly aningful look, an expression with a hint of deep significance. He didn't explain why Ye Huan would undoubtedly understand ancient Huaxia characters but continued, "Additionally, from the quarter I understood, I gathered that 'Heaven Opening' has a complentary ancient martial technique called Eight Gates Escape Armor. Yet, after searching all over, I couldn't find its whereabouts. You need to keep this in mind..."
Before he could finish, he saw Ye Huan rummage in his pocket and pull out a scroll. Dishitian paused for a mont, then his expression lightened with joy, "Is this?"
Ye Huan nodded, squinting his eyes with a grin, "This is the Eight Gates Escape Armor."
Dishitian's face lit up as he took the scroll and, after studying it carefully for a while,
His expression, already brilliant, grew even more so with each passing second.
Finally, he exclaid thrice, "Marvelous!"
Dishitian seed a bit excited, "Little Ye, where did you find this technique? Why didn't I know?"
Ye Huan didn't conceal anything and replied, "So ti ago, I killed a mber of the Orange Tier sequence nad Heed. He happened to have mastered Eight Gates Escape Armor. At the ti, after opening the eight gates, he burned his blood and died. This was the only thing he left behind, and I felt it was quite valuable, so I kept it."
"Burned his blood and died?" Dishitian pondered for a mont and nodded slightly twice, "Indeed, if you practice only the Eight Gates Escape Armor, at most, you can open seven gates without dying. Opening all eight gates is an act against the heavens, certain death. Furthermore, Heed only grasped the skin of the Eight Gates Escape Armor. The true subtleties of this technique are in the 'Heaven Opening' scroll."
"Together with 'Heaven Opening,' the severe side effects of the Eight Gates Escape Armor will be greatly mitigated."
"As long as you practice diligently, even opening all eight gates won't result in death by burning blood."
"Little Ye, you must diligently practice this technique; it will undoubtedly be a significant trump card for you in the future."
With an exceptionally serious expression, Dishitian solemnly finished speaking and handed the scroll back to Ye Huan.
Ye Huan glanced at the text on the scroll, furrowing his brows slightly, but soon returned to normal and tucked the scroll away.
At that mont,
A sudden, intense roaring sound ca from outside the airplane window.
Ye Huan looked intently and couldn't help but have a darkened expression.
He saw fifteen canard fighter jets soar into the sky, then dive, executing an exquisite aerial tail spin before flying alongside the passenger plane they were on.
The fuselages of these fifteen fighter jets were emblazoned with large characters: "All the people of Japan bid farewell to their benefactor, Ye Huan!"
...
"Young Master Ye, I love you like a mouse loves rice!!!"
"Young Master Ye, I love you like a chick loves shrimp!!!"
"Young Master Ye, we love you to death!!!"
Capital City International Airport.
The screams of girls outside the airport surged wave after wave, louder and louder!
The square outside the airport was packed with over a thousand well-dressed girls, leaving no room to move.
They shouted their declarations of love to Ye Huan and vigorously waved their glow sticks and light signs, remarkably dazzling at eight o'clock in the evening.
For those unaware, it would seem as if they were hosting a disco party.
It's hard to imagine that these girls behaving so crazily were actually all heiresses of the top families or enterprises in various cities, truly top-tier socialites.
The resources and connections they controlled were beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Through special channels, upon learning that Ye Huan's special plane was about to arrive at Capital City International Airport, they went wild, forming a spontaneous "celebrity army," gathering at the square outside the airport to see Ye Huan in person and, incidentally, to welco him.
All the n present who witnessed this scene, whether on their faces or in their eyes, were full of envy, jealousy, and hatred.
To know that these won were not re online fake socialites, but true heiresses, each one an actual socialite, a goddess that ordinary people could only dream of!
Ordinary n, at most, would fantasize about being with them in the stillness of the night.
Many n didn't even dare to fantasize about them.
Why?
Because their status was just too high, too incredible.
Each one was a fashionable lady of the upper class.
Goddess-like figures that ordinary n could never hope to pursue in their lifetis.
Yet now, they had gathered themselves and were fanatically, loudly professing to the sa man!
My God, that's enough to make one die of envy!
Ye Huan is definitely the "public enemy of n"!
The dream goddesses of countless n were his ardent fans!
The girls countless n secretly loved were all crazily in love with him, wanting to have his children!
In fact, it's not incorrect to say that, as soone with a billion female fans, Ye Huan was indeed the public enemy of all n.
However, unlike the plethora of flowery male stars with countless female fans before him, no man critiqued Ye Huan online out of envy or jealousy.
Because those flowery male stars gained popularity by being flamboyant without any real talent or knowledge, their singing was dreadful, their acting awkward, and they enjoyed playing the diva—getting stabbed by a toothpick and demanding to be sent to the ICU, purely to gain the sympathy of brain-dead female fans. They were totally brainless and had no substance.
As for Ye Huan?
He was extrely powerful, extraordinarily handso, knew his responsibilities, was accountable, very low-key, extrely masculine in his actions, and incredibly capable, regularly accomplishing feats others wouldn't even dare to dream of, leaving those brainless fans of flowery male stars far behind!
Though n envied and were jealous of Ye Huan's vast number of female followers, they sincerely admired and respected him.
After all, a man as exceedingly excellent as Ye Huan naturally deserves admiration from females!
"Ah, I hope that in my next life, I can have a better fate, perhaps at least one percent of Young Master Ye's level. In that case, regardless, life would be worthwhile." At the edge of the crowd at the airport, many n witnessing the socialites' frenzy sighed inwardly.
anwhile.
A black Rolls-Royce Phantom started up at the airport's rear gate and drove straight away.
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