Chapter 149 – I Never Liked Them Anyway

Half an hour later.

“Patron, shall we continue?” Wuxin said.

Upon hearing this, Yuan Fanghui’s expression shifted. Not only was he panting from exhaustion, but cold sweat had begun to seep from his brow.

It could be said that no matter how he had imagined it, he never expected this monk before him to be so formidable.

“Fine! Fine! Fine!”

At this thought, Yuan Fanghui suddenly felt humiliated. Further provoked by Ye Kuang’s incessant mocking laughter from the side, he spoke with barely contained rage: “Well done, little monk. Today, I, Yuan, admit defeat. But we have plenty of time ahead.”

With these words, Yuan Fanghui turned and burst through the door.

Witnessing this, Ye Kuang, standing nearby, couldn’t help but narrow his eyes coldly.

“What… can’t beat the young master and think you can just leave? Did I agree to that?” As soon as his words fell, his palms thrust forward fiercely, the roar of dragons and tigers momentarily shaking the heavens!

Twin Dragons Draw Water!

A flash of golden light appeared before them, followed by a furious dragon swiftly tearing through the night sky, leaping out the door and striking directly at Yuan Fanghui’s retreating back.

Boom… Hiss—Bang!!

“You little bastard, you’re dead! Damn it… just you wait!” Yuan Fanghui screamed in pain and fury.

Hearing this, Ye Kuang wanted to give chase. If he didn’t strike now while the enemy was down, when would he?

But unexpectedly, Wuxin stepped in front of him first.

“Young master, what is this?” Ye Kuang asked, utterly confused.

To be honest, he had originally thought the young monk wouldn’t interfere. Who could have guessed that the interference would be so excessive?

“Patron, let him go. As the saying goes, ‘do not pursue a desperate foe.’ He followed you all the way without choosing to act, likely having already notified the Southern Yuan and Northern Ma. If you chase after him, I fear the odds would be against you,” Wuxin said.

Upon hearing this, Ye Kuang felt as if he had just woken from a dream. He pondered silently for a moment before politely replying, “Young master, you speak wisely. Such great kindness needs no thanks. I shall take my leave now.”

“Hey, wait.”

“What else do you need?”

“Dare I ask, patron, was the palm technique you used earlier the Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms?”

Ye Kuang was taken aback by this question, but then he reconsidered: The other had helped him drive away a strong enemy; being secretive now would only make him seem petty.

Thinking this, he suddenly nodded.

Seeing this, Wuxin’s expression grew solemn. He pressed his palms together and chanted a Buddhist invocation: “Amitabha, well done, well done. So the Nine Yin Manual has appeared in the world. It seems the great calamity has arrived…”

What?

Great calamity?

Ye Kuang was completely baffled, unable to make any sense of it.

Wuxin offered no explanation but instead reminded him, “Patron, this is no place to linger. Would you please accompany this humble monk on a journey?”

Ye Kuang: “Where to?”

Hearing this, Wuxin sprang into action, striding forward with great speed, paying no heed to the Tianlong Temple.

And in the air, a single sentence quietly echoed!

“Naturally, to experience the Mortal World.”

Hearing this, Ye Kuang couldn’t help but form a huge question mark in his mind, followed by a silent curse: What the hell!

“Wait for me!”

Immediately, Ye Kuang rushed out the door.

In his mind, although this young monk seemed a bit foolish, he was still a capable fighter. If they encountered any troublemakers, having the monk take the lead would naturally make it easier for him to escape.

Along the way, the two of them, one in front and the other behind, actually ran dozens of miles on foot.They finally stopped at a breakfast stall.

By then, it was already 4 a.m.

The streets gradually grew bustling with noise, as if the entire world had awakened with vitality.

Ye Kuang, with dark circles under his eyes like a panda, was utterly exhausted. Yet when he saw the little monk’s face not flushed and breathing steady, he couldn’t help feeling a twinge of envy.

Wuxin: “Young benefactor, do you have any money? This humble monk is somewhat hungry.”

Hearing this, Ye Kuang pointed at his own nose and asked in return: “Little master, are you asking me for money?”

Wuxin glanced around and said matter-of-factly: “Aside from the two of us, is there a third person here?”

“Damn.” Hearing this, Ye Kuang realized he needed to reassess his estimation of Wuxin’s intelligence. He then smiled awkwardly and reluctantly pulled out a crumpled hundred-yuan bill, saying: “Here, this is all I have. Use it sparingly.”

Wuxin took the bill, puzzled: Could this red piece of paper really buy food?

Just then, the breakfast stall auntie, seeing customers, beamed with a radiant smile: “Oh, this little monk is so handsome. What a pity he’s taken monastic vows.”

Wuxin remained expressionless upon hearing this. He was about to say “benefactor,” but Ye Kuang cut in first: “Auntie, two bowls of wontons, plus two tea eggs.”

The auntie froze for a moment upon hearing this and couldn’t help asking: “Young man, are you sure?”

Ye Kuang nodded.

Wuxin, without suspicion, also asked: “What are wontons… Are they delicious?”

The auntie: “My wontons are top-quality…”

But her words were immediately interrupted by Ye Kuang, who said with a laugh: “Auntie’s wontons are exceptionally delicious. They’re made with dumpling wrappers and celery filling, so of course they’re good.”

“Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle…”

Wuxin’s stomach chose that moment to protest rather inopportunely.

The auntie gave Ye Kuang a strange look, then smiled and busied herself with the cooking.

Ye Kuang found a stool and sat down.

“Come, have a seat.”

“Today, I’ve made the benefactor spend money. This humble monk is truly somewhat embarrassed.”

Hearing this, Ye Kuang naturally responded generously: “Hey, little master, what are you saying? You helped me deal with a troublemaker. Of course I should treat you to this meal. It’s just a bit humble, so I hope you don’t mind.”

“That’s not an issue. As long as it fills the stomach. Besides, it was just a small effort, nothing major.” As Wuxin spoke, he sat down opposite Ye Kuang.

Just then, the auntie brought over two bowls of wontons and two tea eggs, saying with a smile: “Please enjoy your meal, young men.”

With that, she already regarded Ye Kuang and his companion as lay disciples, not truly ordained monks.

Ye Kuang picked up a small spoon, scooped up a wonton, blew on it gently, and then chewed and swallowed it.

“Little master, eat quickly. They won’t taste as good when they’re cold.”

“Mm.”

Ye Kuang watched as Wuxin actually started eating, his eyes fixed intently on the other’s every move.

When he noticed Wuxin suddenly stop what he was doing, his heart tightened. He thought…

But unexpectedly, Wuxin suddenly said: “Young benefactor, why does this won…ton feel…so delicious?”

Hearing this, Ye Kuang naturally didn’t say: You’re eating meat filling, of course it’s delicious.

He could only force an awkward smile: “Hey, as long as it’s delicious. Here, have some more. There’s also an egg.””Thank you, Benefactor Ye.”

“You’re too polite, young master.”

“Benefactor Ye, please don’t call me young master anymore. Just call me Wuxin.”

“Then you shouldn’t call me Benefactor Ye either. Just call me Little Ye.”

“Mmm… delicious.”

Ye Kuang: “By the way, Wuxin, I have some doubts but don’t know if I should mention them.”

Hearing this, Wuxin continued chewing without pause, speaking with a muffled voice: “Please go ahead.”

“I wonder why you helped me drive away those fellows from the Yuan Family Xingyi School?”

“Little Ye, you might not know this. Before sending me out for training, my master specifically warned me to be cautious while traveling, and to be especially wary of the Xingyi Sect…”

Wuxin paused thoughtfully before continuing: “And this humble monk has long held grievances against them.”