Chapter 226 – Ye Kuang Has Actually Lost His Memory

Ye Kuang: “Pig… dog, let… go!”

As his words fell, the scene instantly plunged into a silence so profound one could hear a pin drop.

In that moment, the Three Venerables and the Middle-Aged Strongman inevitably exchanged glances, none having anticipated this youth would be so unruly. Their faces flushed with alternating shades of green and white from sheer anger.

It could be said that since they had ascended to their venerable positions in Kunlun, they had never been insulted in such a manner.

Naturally, the Middle-Aged Strongman (Martial Uncle) showed no pleasant expression, flying into a shame-fueled rage as he snapped, “Trash that can’t spit ivory from a dog’s mouth! Do you believe this Venerable will punish you on the spot?”

One might ask: What kind of person was Ye Kuang now?

Hearing this, even though currently restrained, how could he simply wait for death? He subsequently erupted in furious roars: “Explode… hammer, kill… you!”

Here it must be mentioned that he had never bowed to strength before. Moreover, in his current single-minded state—not only devoid of intelligence but also unable to change his nature of confronting force with force—he remained defiant.

For a moment, even with the Middle-Aged Strongman’s considerable patience, he trembled from head to toe under this verbal assault.

Seeing this, Ye Kuang not only failed to restrain himself but continued bellowing angrily: “Roar roar, let… go, fight again… roar roar!”

The lingering echoes of these shouts reverberated through the heavens, striking directly at the spiritual platforms of the four.

Thus, it was clear that Ye Kuang had categorized the unease and danger he sensed as hostile entities, triggering his self-preservation instincts.

Surprisingly, however, the Venerable One restraining Ye Kuang actually released his grip.

Freed from restraint, Ye Kuang immediately slapped the ground with his palm and scrambled backward repeatedly.

He clawed at the earth with all four limbs, baring his teeth like a wild beast, his entire body radiating an intimidating aura.

This scene naturally drew puzzled gazes from the Three Venerables, who then turned to look at their Martial Uncle.

The Middle-Aged Strongman, still visibly holding a grudge, pondered briefly before explaining: “When executing the Phantom God Hand, I inadvertently used two extra measures of force for some reason. It seems his consciousness has been slightly affected…”

Hearing this, the Three Venerables furrowed their brows.

“What should we do?”

“Since things have come to this, let the boy remain as he is for now. We might as well observe his innate talent…”

As they spoke, the Three Venerables found themselves at a loss for words.

Each clearly recognized Ye Kuang’s extraordinary gifts. The mere fact that he had survived a joint Dao Inquiry while in the Empty Clarity state spoke volumes.

“Take him away first. In his current condition, he’s likely unfit for trials. As for where to take him—Reverend Kaitai, you decide…”

Before the words fully faded, the Three Venerables vanished completely, appearing and disappearing without a trace like dragons glimpsed only by their heads.

“As you command!” the Middle-Aged Strongman responded promptly.

But when he turned and glanced at Ye Kuang again, he shouted: “Come here! Follow this Venerable!”

Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, Ye Kuang turned and fled the Heavenly Altar.

Witnessing this, Reverend Kaitai couldn’t help but chuckle, murmuring to himself: “Run, run. Let this Venerable see where you can possibly escape to?”

As his words faded, the altar stood devoid of human presence, leaving only a wisp of gentle breeze drifting away.At this moment, Ye Kuang was running blindly, leaping and bounding like an agile spirit monkey weaving through the mountain forest.

When tired, he would rest; when refreshed, he would resume his frantic dash.

For a time, the entire mountain forest grew exceptionally lively, with countless birds flapping their wings and soaring into the blue sky.

“Who am I?”

This self-questioning revealed a troubling fact—Ye Kuang had lost his memory!

He no longer knew his own name, nor where he came from or where he should go.

As he journeyed onward, he felt no distress about his condition, embracing instead a carefree and unburdened existence.

He was like a bird soaring through the clouds, unrestrained in its flight, or a fish diving into the ocean, swimming freely without bounds.

In this moment, he was the freest soul alive.

Without worries, pressures, or shackles, he wandered like a wild horse or drifting cloud, blissfully untroubled as a child.

The vibrant growth of flowers and grass caught his eye, prompting him to pluck one and chew it thoughtfully; the ancient trees towering into the clouds stirred his restless spirit, driving him to climb high and rival the heavens.

Unbeknownst to him, a figure was closely trailing behind—none other than his Martial Uncle, Reverend Kaitai!

Noticing the canyon ahead, Reverend Kaitai suddenly halted, his expression shifting to one of concern.

“That reckless brat had to run straight there—does he have a death wish?”

But then his tone softened with deep pity: “I hope you don’t end up dead…”

Meanwhile, Ye Kuang remained oblivious to the canyon’s dangers, charging forward with relentless energy.

He passed by a desolate cave in the canyon, admired breathtaking scenery, and teased countless singing orioles. When he reappeared, he was fiercely chasing a wild rabbit.

Exhausted from his earlier efforts, the gnawing hunger now drove him to near madness.

In this world of “survival of the fittest,” where one either preys or is preyed upon, Ye Kuang was no exception.

The sight of the lively rabbit sparked thoughts of a delicious meal in his mind.

As the rabbit darted into the thicket, he refused to give up, pursuing it intently.

Unexpectedly, the moment the rabbit entered the woods, it seemed to gain an instinct for avoiding danger.

Following its trail, Ye Kuang plunged into a clear stream, thrashing through the water like a headless fly, trying to flush out the rabbit.

When he surfaced, the rabbit had vanished without a trace.

Before he could voice his frustration, a fleeting shadow ahead captured his full attention.

It was the rabbit!

Moving with lightning speed, it displayed an astonishing ability to race through the water, emerging briefly before diving back into the river.

Ye Kuang leaped up, swiftly navigating the stream, his gaze fixed entirely on the rabbit.

Splash! Splash!

But in his carelessness, he not only reached the stream’s end but also tumbled into a bottomless deep pool…

Mid-air, his frantic cry echoed like the desperate scream of someone drowning, no less terrified than if he had seen a ghost.

“Ah…”