Chapter 147 – Relentless Pursuit of Yuan Fanghui

“How infuriating! That brat actually managed to escape.”

“Escape?” The Yuan Family Head kicked Ling Yun aside, his icy eyes gleaming with certainty. “I’ve already sent people after him. There’s no way he can escape!”

As he spoke, Yuan Jiaxiong suddenly threw a punch at Ling Yun.

Ma Jiaying intervened: “Brother Yuan, hold your hand!”

“Hmm?” Hearing this, Yuan Jiaxiong’s fist halted mid-air, merely a finger’s breadth away from Ling Yun’s forehead.

“This young man still has great use…” Ma Jiaying stepped forward, glanced at the completely unconscious Ling Yun, and a sinister plot began to sprout in his mind.

As for why Ma Jiaying didn’t elaborate, those present were all cunning veterans who understood without needing further explanation.

“Hehe…” For a moment, the entire scene was filled with cold, mocking laughter.

Meanwhile…

Ye Kuang ran desperately, his expression grief-stricken and furious, the fire in his eyes blazing intensely.

The mere memory of Ling Yun buying time at the cost of his own life made Ye Kuang feel as if his heart were being shredded by knives, nearly driving him completely mad.

Yet despite this, his remaining rationality constantly reminded him: he would not rest until this vengeance was achieved.

Just then, Ye Kuang suddenly stopped his frantic sprint. With a leap, he scaled the eaves and jumped from a four-zhang high building.

The howling wind and thunder in his ears, coupled with the sensation of nearing death, pushed him toward madness.

Boom!

As the explosive sound echoed, the ground instantly shattered, sending dust and stones flying within a five-meter radius.

This spectacle immediately drew countless terrified gazes, causing passersby to stop and watch.

“What was that just now? It seemed like someone fell from the building!”

“Really? Let’s go take a look…”

As the confused voices drew nearer, an earth-shattering roar suddenly erupted from within the dust.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

This furious roar contained boundless wild fire, tinged with despair and unwillingness.

It struck fear into all who heard it, while also evoking empathy.

Ye Kuang then dashed away with lightning speed, vanishing into the vast crowd in the blink of an eye.

His retreating figure was deeply imprinted in the minds of the onlookers.

For that sense of helpless resentment resembled a child powerless to save a loved one.

After an unknown length of time, a figure silently arrived.

Had Ye Kuang been present, he would undoubtedly have recognized this person.

The man glanced in the direction of Ye Kuang’s escape, sneered covertly, and immediately gave chase.

……

As the saying goes, when driven to desperation, one inevitably seeks a place of peace and tranquility.

A temple is one such place.

After his frantic run, Ye Kuang arrived at a Zen temple standing silently before him.

From within came the continuous Brahma Sound, capable of calming even the most restless heart.

He moved forward with light steps, his face seemingly expressionless, yet his heart was in turmoil.

The door plaques on either side of “Tianlong Temple,” though marked by indelible traces of time, still clearly displayed the outlines of Zen inscriptions.

“Lotus in the Pure Land, one flower one Buddha one world; Pearl offered to Buddha, three insights three virtues three enlightenments.”

Seeing these twenty-two characters imbued with boundless Buddhist wisdom, Ye Kuang’s heart couldn’t help but ripple with emotion.He found himself involuntarily pushing the door open, and a serene atmosphere suddenly enveloped him, as if capable of purifying all worldly things and sweeping away every demonic obstruction in the heart.

Just as Ye Kuang was looking around, a somewhat youthful voice came from afar.

“Amitabha, since the benefactor has arrived uninvited, may I ask your purpose?”

As the words faded, a martial monk in his twenties came leaping through the air in a few steps.

This person was as light as a swallow, treading on nothing beneath his feet yet able to ride the wind. This single display was enough to reveal how formidable this martial monk was.

Seeing this, Ye Kuang promptly spoke courteously, “Young master, this humble one visits late at night and fears he has disturbed you. I hope you will not take offense.”

“No matter.” The martial monk pressed his palms together, recited a Buddhist chant, and smiled, “All who come from afar are guests; how could it be a disturbance…”

Before his words fully faded, he continued with a smile, “I forgot to introduce myself. This humble monk is Wuxin. May I ask the benefactor’s name?”

Ye Kuang blurted out without thinking, “Ye Kuang.”

Upon hearing this, the martial monk’s brows suddenly furrowed, then relaxed again, and he abruptly asked, “So the benefactor is that Ye Kuang?”

Ye Kuang was taken aback by these words, inwardly pondering: How strange. He had never been to this place before, yet from the master’s tone, it seemed his name was quite renowned.

The martial monk seemed to perceive Ye Kuang’s deep confusion. After reciting another Buddhist chant, he explained, “Benefactor need not overthink. When this humble monk first descended the mountain, I had already heard of Benefactor Ye’s various deeds—winning the youth martial arts crown, repelling foreign enemies, and bringing great prestige to our Central Plains. It is only a pity that I was unable to witness it in person.”

Hearing this, Ye Kuang felt somewhat relieved. So it was just his own excessive worry.

He had thought this young monk was also one of the Southern Yuan Northern Ma group.

At this thought, he couldn’t help but let out a bitter laugh. “What youth martial arts crown? How could this humble one’s meager skills possibly meet the Grand Master’s standards? If it were before, I might have felt some pride, but now, having met the Grand Master, I realize there are always greater masters beyond masters, and skies beyond skies…”

One could say that after the Southern Yuan Northern Ma incident and meeting the young monk Wuxin, he vaguely began to see that this world was only revealing the tip of the iceberg.

Not to mention how Southern Yuan Northern Ma was filled with numerous experts—even a young monk from the remote Tianlong Temple made him feel immense pressure. One could imagine how heavy the blow was to him at that moment.

It could be said that he had always believed mastering the supreme martial art Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms made him the greatest under heaven, unaware that this was merely self-deception, like a frog at the bottom of a well.

At that moment, the martial monk noticed Ye Kuang remaining silent, his expression shifting intermittently, and suddenly recited a Buddhist chant toward the darkness.

“Amitabha, for what purpose has the hidden benefactor come?”

What?

Upon hearing this, Ye Kuang’s face drastically changed.

There were others hiding in the darkness?

Could it be that someone had followed him right after his arrival? And just this level of concealment skill suggested an existence beyond his ability to resist.

Clearly, aside from Southern Yuan Northern Ma, he couldn’t think of anyone else.

“Young monk, keen eyesight. Yuan Fanghui of the Xingyi Sect pays respects.”

“Yuan Fanghui?” Ye Kuang murmured to himself, finding the name somewhat familiar.

But when the hidden figure quietly emerged, standing atop the wall, his eyes finally shifted, and the concealed killing intent was no longer restrained.

It was one of the group who had chased him down in the alley three months ago.Yuan Fanghui, the genius of the Yuan family!

Who would have thought that the Southern Yuan and Northern Ma would be so persistent? In order to hunt him down, they have been relentlessly chasing him all the way.