Chapter 229 – Who Are You, and Who Am I?

Along the way, Ye Kuang stumbled like a drunkard, blood streaming from his nose and mouth, before disappearing into a deep alley.

Close behind him was a ghostly figure, drifting like a wisp of smoke, weaving left and right before also vanishing into the alley.

“Jie jie jie…”

Instantly, a sinister and eerie aura spread. Anyone present would have been scared out of their wits.

Hearing the sound, Ye Kuang’s face grew even paler. Not only was the pursuing opponent impossible to defeat, but the stabbing pain in his chest alone was enough to drive him mad.

Had it not been for his earlier comprehension of the first level of “Myriad Tribulations Undying,” which allowed his copper skin and iron bones to neutralize the force of the palm strike, he would have died long ago.

Even so, he had suffered immensely.

“Little one, don’t waste your energy. Those struck by my Thousand-Demon Hand, even if they don’t die immediately, will endure the agony of ten thousand ants gnawing at their heart…”

As the voice spoke, a dark figure suddenly appeared before him.

“Pi…gs, dogs… who… are you?” Ye Kuang snarled through gritted teeth.

“Oh?” The dark figure seemed surprised. “So that’s how it is. I never expected the brat who could withstand my palm strike to be an idiot. Good, good—not truly good, nor falsely good…”

The dark figure’s tone made it impossible to discern whether it concealed anger.

Yet, from the meaning between the lines, the dark figure seemed to regard the young man before him with a certain degree of interest.

“Brat, are you in pain? Do you want me to save you?”

“Pigs, dogs… roar, roar, roar…”

“You little brat, if you dare insult me again, I’ll make you experience what it truly means to be worse than pigs and dogs.”

“Pi…gs, dogs… kill… kill you!”

Hearing this, the dark figure seemed to lose patience, realizing that arguing with an idiot was like playing the lute to a cow.

Suddenly, the dark figure stretched out a pale hand, and a flame silently burst forth, clearly burning something.

“Sage Yiming, did you hear that? Who exactly is this brat?”

“Reporting to my master, this youngster was investigated earlier. It seems his name is Ye Kuang, and he just entered from the outside. As for his specific identity, this humble one does not yet know…”

“Useless!”

The dark figure grew visibly agitated, though this was the first time in his life he had felt such curiosity.

With a swift motion, the dark figure reached out and grabbed Ye Kuang.

To this, Ye Kuang had no power to resist. His arm was instantly tightly bound by the dark figure, and even his body and mind were immobilized.

“Oh? How is his physique so… terrifying? It’s comparable to that of a demonic path expert. Tsk, tsk, tsk… What a pity to kill you,” the dark figure muttered to himself.

But then his tone shifted abruptly, and he gasped sharply. “This level of power… It’s as if the heavens are aiding me! Brat, it’s your own fault for possessing such a treasure and stumbling upon our secret plot. However, in light of your cultivation… Gah gah gah…”

At this point, the dark figure inexplicably opened a blood-red mouth and exhaled a stream of Dark Radiance, which shot into Ye Kuang’s mind.

“Then I shall lend you a hand, awakening the demonic nature within you. Hahaha…”

When one looked again, the dark figure was gone, leaving only lingering sinister laughter echoing between heaven and earth.

Meanwhile, the Martial Uncle, having failed to find the person he was looking for after a long while, grew increasingly impatient and had no choice but to seek another path.Little did anyone know, in the deep alley where Ye Kuang lay, a stunning figure happened to pass by.

Upon seeing Ye Kuang in the pool of blood, she was visibly startled, then swiftly took him away.

This could be considered their first encounter, as if destined by fate—uncomplicated and utterly natural.

By the next morning, soft light pierced through his eyelids, gentle as a maiden’s caress, bringing a sense of tranquility.

Yet Ye Kuang’s eyes snapped open abruptly, clearly still shaken.

Not only was his chest bound with silk ribbons, but he found himself lying in a young woman’s bedchamber, with a faint, lingering fragrance tickling his nose.

As he tried to rise, a wave of weakness washed over him, accompanied by a stinging pain in his chest.

Ye Kuang couldn’t help but suck in a sharp breath!

“You’re awake?”

Just then, a voice like a nightingale’s song drifted in—ethereal yet melodious, mature and steady yet irresistibly enchanting.

Truly, such a voice belonged in the heavens, rarely heard in the Human Realm!

Soon, a figure in a beige gown entered.

At first glance, she was breathtaking—a face that could topple cities, with every smile and frown haunting one’s dreams.

Her jade-like skin and perfectly proportioned figure, curved in an elegant S-shape, struck a flawless balance—neither too much nor too little.

Even Ye Kuang, in his dazed state, couldn’t help but stare blankly.

Such beauty redefined the meaning of “outshining the moon and shaming the flowers,” making her the epitome of perfection in the Human Realm.

Unbeknownst to him, the woman seemed accustomed to such reactions. She lightly furrowed her brows, clearly somewhat displeased.

But being ever poised and courteous, she remained composed, parting her crimson lips to say coolly, “Once you’ve recovered, please leave here as soon as possible.”

Hearing this, Ye Kuang grinned foolishly and said, “Sister… are you a fairy?”

At his words, despite her usual grace, a blush spread across her delicate cheeks—she hadn’t expected the man to be so bold.

Yet she sensed something amiss: his manner of speech, his finger sucking—he seemed like a simpleton.

“Who are you?”

As her question hung in the air, the room fell so silent one could hear a pin drop.

Ye Kuang: “I… who am I?”

As he spoke, he tried to sit up but was abruptly seized by sharp pain, collapsing back onto the bed.

Seeing this, the woman frowned again before turning to leave.

But as she reached the doorway, she was suddenly stopped by a series of words that left her speechless.

“Sis…ter, who… are you?”

“Wait…”

Thud!

“Ouch.”

At the doorway, the fairy-like woman couldn’t help but be amused by the commotion, a faint, almost imperceptible smile curling her lips. Without turning, she warned Ye Kuang, “I advise you not to move recklessly. Even though the wound has scabbed, excessive movement could reopen it.”

Here, she sighed inexplicably and laughed at herself, “Heh… I wish I knew who I am. Everyone calls me Xiao Lingwei, but am I really Xiao Lingwei? Who am I, after all…”

“Who… who… who…”

The lingering echo, seeping into the ears and heart, carried an unspoken sorrow, making it hard to resist a wave of inexplicable melancholy.