Chapter 226: Furious

Everyone had already been shocked by Ye Huanhuan's bald-headed look; now seeing that face so ugly it defied description, they were thunderstruck.

Ah!

Those with little courage were so scared they screamed voicelessly!

Holy crap, Ye Huanhuan, did you grow a pig on your face?

Xia Zhimeng widened her eyes and shouted.

On Ye Huanhuan's multicolored face, a black pigment had been used to draw a strange shape; upon closer look, it resembled a pig.

Bald head, pig on the face?

What kind of artistic skill could produce such a heaven-shaking, ghost-weeping masterpiece?

Ye Qingran really wanted to tell her, that's Peppa Pig!

Ye Huanhuan was flung to the ground by that tremendous force, pain making her see stars, to the point she didn't even realize her 'peerless beauty' was no longer a secret.

Ye Huanhuan gritted her teeth, thinking that when others drew their swords they never had such a convoluted process; why did she encounter all sorts of things here—big winds, big forces—so she flared up and demanded: 'National Master, are you deliberately messing with me!'

The National Master couldn't even bear to give her a look: 'Mess with you? You're not even worthy.'

Fu San gave a cold smile: 'Miss Ye, you can't draw a sword like that! If you don't know how to draw a sword, go study properly at the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect; if not, aren't there your senior brothers and sisters here? You could ask them on the spot. Don't be foolish yourself and then turn around to blame us adults!'

Ye Huanhuan was left speechless by Fu San's words.

The Donglin Emperor's face showed displeasure. He said in a low voice: 'Ye Huanhuan, what is this attitude? How dare you speak to the National Master like that?' When speaking to the National Master, one must be reverent; who gave Ye Huanhuan the gall?

'But...' Ye Huanhuan wanted to defend herself.

'Huanhuan, enough!' Ling Qingwu shouted in a low voice.

Ye Huanhuan's earlier behavior has already lost all face for the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect. The National Master's subordinates are right—using brute force to draw a sword is inherently foolish. If she continues to make excuses, she'll be throwing away their face!

Ye Huanhuan had no choice but to relent unwillingly.

Zhao Shi hurriedly rose, picked up the cloak and drifting veil from the ground, and placed them on Ye Huanhuan. Looking at Zhao Shi's hands holding the cloak and veil, Ye Huanhuan finally realized the veil had already left her face earlier.

Doesn't that mean her face had been uncovered by the veil all along just now?

Everyone has already seen her appearance?

Ye Huanhuan covered her face in horror; when she felt the uneven texture with nothing blocking her, she felt as if struck by lightning, nearly fainting.

If it were just her bald head being seen, she could barely accept it; but when her proud, peerless beauty turned into a horrifying sight and others saw it, she'd rather be dead!

The mocking gazes around made Ye Huanhuan feel like thorns on her back; she suffered a huge stimulus!

In her extreme anger, she suddenly pointed at Ye Qingran like a madwoman.

Ye Qingran, it's all because of you!

That fierce posture, paired with an extremely ugly appearance, resembled a vengeful ghost seeking life, startling everyone.

In everyone's impression, Ye Huanhuan has always been dignified and elegant, especially with her excessively beautiful face and the halo of genius.

Her performance today truly shocked everyone, making them unable to help doubting whether the Ye Huanhuan they'd seen before was an illusion.

Ye Qingran, on the other hand, smiled calmly: 'Ye Huanhuan, what are you doing? Unable to draw your sword, are you angry and blaming me out of embarrassment?'

Ye Huanhuan gritted her teeth: 'Do you know what I'm talking about?! I became like this because of you!'

Ye Qingran chuckled: 'What does your becoming like this have to do with me? You can eat food randomly, but you can't talk nonsense—do you have any evidence?'

Seeing Ye Qingran's calm demeanor, Ye Huanhuan flared up, her hands clutching and making cracking sounds, wishing she could go over and strangle her!

The silent Zhao Yan's eyes flashed; she left her seat, went over to pull Ye Huanhuan, and whispered a few words in her ear, after which Ye Huanhuan gradually calmed down.

She gave Ye Qingran a fierce glare, then put on the cloak and veil before returning to her seat.

Miss Ye, would you like to come up and try?

Fu San asked with a smile.

Ye Qingran raised her brow: 'I'll pass then. I'm afraid a gust of wind might blow my clothes away, which would be embarrassing.'

Fu San's mouth twitched.

It seems Miss Ye still has strong reservations about Your Majesty.

Miss Ye, rest assured, this really is just a simple sword...

Ye Qingran narrowed her eyes, sensed the meaning in Fu San's words, and countered: 'Really?' Her gaze, however, drifted to the leisurely seated National Master.

The National Master snapped: 'Really!'

Having received the National Master's promise, Ye Qingran was eager to try.

'A gentleman's word is hard to follow; if you deceive me, you're a puppy!' Ye Qingran had already stood up, but still added uneasily:

Puppy?

Hiss—

Everyone drew a cold breath, involuntarily admiring Ye Qingran's courage to dare call the National Master a puppy in public!

But what shocked them even more was that the National Master wasn't angry at all, and even showed a strange smile.

Puppy?

No one knows why, but even insulting words from this woman's mouth turn out unusually cute!

The National Master looked at that wary woman, feeling both annoyed and amused.

Ye Qingran stepped lightly forward and came before the Imperial-level Sword.

At close range she could better feel the Imperial-level Sword's might. It seemed a faint Source-less Wind stirred around the sword, waves of invisible Sword Qi coiled about, unseen but palpable; touching the Sword Qi current, a slight prickling sensation spread across her skin.

Indeed, it's a peerless fine sword!

But such a fine thing, the National Master just took it out casually?

Is he generous or just foolish?

Never mind!

Anyway, she's decided to take this sword!

Ye Qingran is bound to succeed!

The crowd saw Ye Qingran go up to try to pull the sword, but they held no hope in their hearts.

After all, Ling Qingwu of the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect and several other disciples returned empty‑handed; Ye Qingran has no Spiritual Root, is not a sword cultivator, so what confidence does she have to draw the Imperial-level Sword?

"Gu Huanghou, do you think Ye Qingran can?" Donglin Emperor asked, smiling faintly at Gu Huanghou. In his mind, the image of that dashing Female War God sprang up.

Yun Sui Feng was once a master swordsman!

Her daughter shouldn't be any worse, right?

Gu Huanghou felt extreme contempt in her heart, but kept a dignified expression, "His Majesty, in my view Ye Qingran is unlikely to pull it out!" For a waste like Ye Qingran to even try to draw the sword—what a daydream!

"Father Emperor, if Ye Qingran can draw this sword, I will…"

"What will you do? Thirteenth Princess, how about this: if I draw this sword, you perform a self‑slap for everyone, how about that?"

"Ye Qingran, what did you say?!" Thirteenth Princess slammed the table and rose.

"Princess, you don't doubt I can draw this sword, do you? Then I wager with you—do you dare to accept?"

"What if you lose?"

"If I lose, shall I arrange a match between you and National Master?"

Ye Qingran lifted her chin and pointed at National Master.

This…

Fu San lowered his head.

Without even looking, one knows Your Majesty must be fuming like a thunderstorm now, wishing to strangle Miss Ye.

National Master sat upright, truly seething with anger. He could hardly believe his ears—this damned woman actually pushed him onto another woman?!