Chapter 201 – High Monk's Fate Leads to Kunlun

Om mani padme hum!

As the Brahma Sound echoed, Drunken Meat Monk also opened his bright eyes, followed by a fleeting golden flash.

For a moment, an intimidating pressure surged forth. Even someone as formidable as Ye Kuang couldn’t help but change his expression.

It could be said that although he had taken a great leap forward, it was fundamentally different from Dao Inquiry.

This was like comparing a pond to a lake—there was simply no comparison.

Just as Ye Kuang was inwardly astonished, Drunken Meat Monk suddenly looked over and laughed, “Benefactor, great kindness needs no thanks. If you ever have need of me in the future, just say the word.”

Drunken Meat Monk’s words were firm and resounding.

Hearing this, Ye Kuang couldn’t suppress a flash of joy.

As the saying goes, having a Buddha-Seeking Realm thug at your disposal—why not use him?

Ye Kuang: “May I now call you Wine-and-Meat Buddha?”

“Wine-and-Meat Buddha? Hahaha…” Upon hearing this, Drunken Meat Monk couldn’t hide the smile at the corner of his mouth before bursting into loud laughter. “Isn’t this all thanks to you, Benefactor?”

Ye Kuang quickly shook his head and said, “Ah… not at all, not at all. If not for the Grand Master’s earlier generosity, this humble one might not have been able to help.”

At this point, he couldn’t help but chuckle. “As the saying goes, every cause has its effect, all is predestined.”

“Amitabha, well said… well said… hahaha…” After reciting the Buddha’s name, the oppressive aura radiating from Drunken Meat Monk’s body withdrew into him.

Sensing this, Ye Kuang couldn’t help but marvel inwardly: So this Buddha-Seeking Realm is so profoundly mysterious—truly enviable and jealousy-inducing.

Thinking this, he immediately expressed his intention to leave.

“Benefactor, please wait a moment.” Unexpectedly, Drunken Meat Monk called out to stop Ye Kuang, then said somewhat mysteriously, “This humble monk would like to offer you an opportunity.”

“Oh…” Ye Kuang stopped upon hearing this and turned to see a piece of paper flying toward him.

Drunken Meat Monk’s mouth twitched repeatedly, looking somewhat pained as he said, “This is a Kunlun Invitation. Just hold it, and you can ascend directly to the Kunlun Secret Realm to broaden your horizons.”

Ye Kuang’s eyes lit up—he had long yearned for the various legends of Kunlun.

And now, to obtain an invitation—it was no different from a pie falling from the sky.

“Thank you.”

“Mm, if you need anything, just come find me.”

Ye Kuang waved without looking back, then swaggered off toward the port.

Along the way, he saw posters everywhere near the bus stop: “Esper Colosseum—Who is the Strongest Disciple?!”

He chuckled slightly, paid it no mind, and went straight back to his designated dormitory.

Only then did he take out that piece of paper.

Little did he know, Ye Kuang’s expression immediately changed.

He had thought it was just made of paper, but it turned out to have hidden depths—it was actually a token as thin as a cicada’s wing.

The large characters “Kunlun” clearly held an inexplicable allure.

But the moment it touched his hand, he felt as if electrocuted.

A mysterious force flowed into his palm, causing Ye Kuang’s expression to change completely.

He quickly sat cross-legged on the bed and sank into deep meditation.Within his Dantian, that mysterious force seemed to possess consciousness, transforming in an instant into a stream of pure energy that submerged into his Qi Sea.

At that moment, Ye Kuang couldn’t help but widen his eyes.

At that moment, his boiling bloodline felt as if ignited by blazing flames, causing his face to instantly radiate with intense crimson light.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!

Yet when that stinging sensation struck, it transformed into pleasure within the blink of an eye.

“What… is this? How can it make one feel so euphoric?” Ye Kuang couldn’t help but murmur to himself.

This unprecedented sensation was even more exhilarating than forcibly seizing the lifelong cultivation of the Yuan-Ma Families’ leaders.

As he felt the explosive growth of power in his Dantian, he couldn’t suppress the desire to challenge all the heroes under heaven.

His current cultivation had surged to two hundred and fifty years – a staggering increase of seventy years!

“Heh heh…” Ye Kuang couldn’t conceal his excitement, clearly losing himself in the moment.

Only after half an hour did he manage to suppress his exhilaration, then began examining the small Kunlun Token.

The reverse side bore the characters “Kunlun,” while the front unexpectedly contained an inscription:

“Celestial Palace beyond the heavens, where immortals rarely tread. Primordial boundless, cosmic Qi vast and mighty. Without entering Kunlun, one cannot cultivate essence, energy, and spirit.”

“Transcendent beyond the mundane, witnessing worldly vicissitudes. Heart as vast as the heavens, revealing boundless horizons. Surpassing even heaven and earth, rivaling the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors.”

After careful contemplation, Ye Kuang failed to grasp its meaning nor find its gateway. He speculated this might merely be poetic verse praising the sacred Kunlun.

With this thought, he ceased his relentless questioning.

After all, stubbornly clinging to incomprehensible matters would only hinder his progress…

Subsequently, Ye Kuang resolved deep within: this journey to Kunlun must be undertaken.

Regardless of the world’s three sacred mountains and five great peaks, Emei’s leadership, Tiantai and Jiuhua, Brahma’s pure lands, or Three Pure Mountains’ temples… all must bow before Kunlun’s majesty.

Merely this transcendent reverence made his heart surge with uncontrollable waves of emotion.

This could be said to be Ye Kuang’s first profound realization: mountains echoing one another, traditions spanning ancient and modern – despite weathering storms and hardships across ages, they still stand tall with proud, majestic postures.

Moreover, he suddenly discovered that while the world has tigers guarding mountains, far-sighted eagles, and battle-hardened wolves… unexpectedly, mountains also contain roots of faith, undying souls, and self-strengthening hearts!

When all rivers and mountains converge as one, here exists countless interconnected hearts – those upright, unyielding spines and iron-willed people all embody vast renown.

At this moment, Ye Kuang’s blood boiled with passion, his brimming fighting spirit driving him to strive endlessly.

“If my prime remains yet fails to resonate across these lands, what purpose does this lifetime of skill serve?” he couldn’t help but mutter.

Since he hadn’t lost hope for the future, he shouldn’t dwell on the past.

Yet Ye Kuang was but a mortal, no sage – achieving purity and desirelessness proved difficult.

Towards obstacles in his path, he always maintained: either submit or kneel and beg for mercy.

This reflected his sharp, uncompromising approach to matters, now fueled by his unyielding soul’s driving force.

Ye Kuang wanted the title of world’s strongest. No matter how others viewed him, even if they had to reluctantly admit “he’s the strongest” – that too was a form of supremacy!

Truly a youthful heart with proud, strong bones – even if arrogant, he wouldn’t alter his inherent character.

If you remain strong, then I’ll be stronger – and remain stronger forever!