Chapter 151 – A High-Profile Return to Campus

Three months away from campus—this could be considered the second such occurrence in Ye Kuang’s academic history.

Today, he no longer feared the intimidation of Southern Yuan and Northern Ma, instead choosing to make a grand return to campus!

By his side followed a young monk.

It must be said, the moment this duo appeared on campus, they immediately drew countless curious gazes.

Although Wuxin was a bald young monk, his transcendent appearance alone was enough to capture the hearts of many young female admirers.

As for Ye Kuang, while not exceptionally handsome, he was still a rare good-looking young man.

Moreover, his name was known throughout the entire school.

The gossip surrounding him had yet to die down.

Ye Kuang had hooked up with no fewer than three goddesses in the hearts of the “wolf pack,” including notably the First Jade Maiden, the Second Celestial Maiden, and the Third Witch!

Who knew how many other goddesses he might have seduced during his disappearance.

In any case, Ye Kuang’s fame was as bright as the full moon and as thunderous as a roaring storm—utterly incomparable to ordinary people.

Furthermore, his appearance had changed somewhat; no longer sporting a crew cut, his hair now reached his shoulders, with strands hanging by his ears, giving him an added air of transcendence.

As he walked along the sparsely populated forest path, breathing in the fragrance of wild grass, scenes from yesterday replayed in his mind like a film.

Ye Kuang couldn’t help but curl his lips into a slight smile. His grand display was precisely a declaration of war against Southern Yuan and Northern Ma, and he firmly believed that news of his return would inevitably reach them.

In his mind, since he couldn’t find their hideout, it was better to swagger about openly under the noses of those lurking in the shadows.

Though this seemed reckless, he was confident of one thing: once Southern Yuan and Northern Ma learned of his whereabouts, they would surely dispatch numerous experts.

At that point, he would be able to locate their main base.

In the dormitory.

All three of his eccentric roommates were present.

Seeing Ye Kuang return after such a long absence, they were clearly caught off guard. Without hesitation, they embraced him, each expressing their brotherly affection.

As for the Monk Wuxin following behind, they automatically ignored him.

It wasn’t until the four of them were chatting and laughing that Gao Qing suddenly asked, “Who is this young master? He gives me an inexplicable sense of pressure.”

Hearing this, Ye Kuang couldn’t help but laugh and introduce him: “This is a Shaolin disciple, Dharma name Wuxin. We can all exchange insights from now on—he’s quite strong, you know…”

Pang Hu couldn’t help but grow interested upon hearing this.

The current Pang Hu was remarkably talented; not only had he slimmed down considerably, but he was also completely unrecognizable compared to his former self.

The once sagging fat had entirely transformed into muscle, and his entire body exuded an intangible aura.

“Then I’d like to give it a try. I’ve heard Shaolin has the legendary Golden Bell Iron Shirt. I wonder how my external training compares?” Pang Hu said.

Hearing this, Wuxin couldn’t help but chant a Buddhist mantra: “Amitabha. This humble monk is ashamed to say I have yet to master the legendary Golden Bell technique, though I have some modest insights into Hard Qigong.”

At these words, even Pang Hu included, Ye Kuang’s three roommates grew excited. One by one, they stood up, eager to spar with him.

“What are we waiting for? Let’s practice right away. It’ll also give Little Ye a chance to see the results of our hard training during this time.””Hahaha, I’ve always been hoping for a decent opponent. Gao Qing only knows how to run away, and Scholar only specializes in sneak attacks. None of them dare to face me head-on.”

“Who are you saying specializes in sneak attacks? That’s called movement technique. Do you even understand?”

Wuxin watched the three of them bickering but didn’t feel uncomfortable at all. Instead, he deeply admired the brotherly bond intertwined among them, making him quite envious.

Seeing this, Ye Kuang couldn’t help but laugh.

Truth be told, he actually wanted to see how much Fat Tiger and the other two had grown.

It could be said that the five of them immediately hit it off and left the dormitory together, heading straight for the Karate Association.

Returning to this familiar place, Ye Kuang couldn’t help but feel somewhat unreal.

Because Yuan Long and his crew, who used to act high and mighty, now trembled like mice seeing a cat when they spotted him.

“Ye Kuang, what are you doing here!”

“Naturally to see Chairman Yuan, and to fulfill that day’s promise…”

“How dare you!”

Hearing this, Ye Kuang’s face turned cold. Clearly, he had no goodwill toward the person before him.

He turned to look at Gao Qing and the other two, asking: “Go on, let me see the results of your rigorous training.”

“Haha, leave it to me!”

As soon as Pang Hu’s voice fell, an overwhelming aura erupted from his entire body.

Instantly, including Ye Kuang, even the young monk Wuxin’s eyes showed obvious shock.

If Pang Hu had seemed relatively amiable before, now he gave off an extremely dangerous vibe.

It had nothing to do with realm, but rather the instinctive fear humans feel when facing danger.

Wuxin: “Gentle appearance hiding fierce strength – not to be underestimated.”

“Just three months of training has made the fatty grow to this extent. It seems that Body Tempering Secret Art isn’t just an empty reputation.” Ye Kuang couldn’t help muttering to himself.

While they were secretly surprised, Yuan Xiaohe came out with an ashen face, demanding: “Ye Kuang, what are you doing here again?”

As he spoke, Yuan Xiaohe’s eyes flickered uncertainly, clearly harboring some apprehension toward Ye Kuang.

Ye Kuang: “Old friends meeting – aren’t you going to invite us in to sit?”

Yuan Xiaohe: “Who’s your friend? Get lost immediately… right now!”

Hearing this, Fat Tiger sprang into action while laughing wildly: “Cut the crap, get inside now!”

Bam!

In the blink of an eye, Yuan Xiaohe felt a sharp pain in his fist.

To everyone’s surprise, Yuan Xiaohe had been punched into the main hall by Pang Hu.

Seeing this, Gao Qing couldn’t help but shout strangely: “Close the doors… beat the dog!”

As he spoke, only Yuan Long and his lackeys remained outside, all staring at the tightly shut door with extremely unpleasant expressions.

“Brother Yuan, what should we do?”

“You’re asking me? Who the hell should I ask? Ah…”

“……”

Hearing this, everyone’s faces inevitably turned ashen, looking at each other in dismay.

Clearly, they still feared Ye Kuang’s bold actions.

The reason for this was because of that day when a certain madman single-handedly took on Chairman Yuan and Tian Ming. Remembering this, they couldn’t help but shiver.

Meanwhile, inside the main hall.

Including Ye Kuang’s group of five, there were dozens of people in the hall.

And Yuan Xiaohe just realized that the person who attacked earlier wasn’t Ye Kuang!

“How is this possible? Who are you!””Hah, I never change my name nor alter my surname—one of the Four Heavenly Kings from Room 405, your grandpa Pang is here!”

“Where did this country bumpkin come from, daring to bark so arrogantly? Do you even know who we are?”

Hearing this, Pang Hu couldn’t help but pick at his ear, his arms swelling with energy as he suddenly roared, “Cut the crap! Your grandpa came here today to wreck this place, not to get acquainted with you!”