Chapter 248 – The Startling Swan Banquet at Qian Court Peak (Two)

Ye Kuang closely pursued Hu Chai, but after numerous twists and turns, he actually lost his way!

At a glance, this Qian Dao Academy was clearly far larger than he had imagined.

Ahead stood tall pavilions and towers, while to the left and right were majestic structures enclosed by walls.

This was no mere Dao academy—it was practically a city within a city, covering an area as vast as several Yuandao Academies combined.

At this thought, Ye Kuang shifted his mindset. Rather than searching aimlessly for Hu Chai, he decided to take things one step at a time.

As the saying goes, “The boat will straighten itself when it reaches the bridge,” and when a person finds themselves alone, a sense of curiosity naturally arises.

Ye Kuang was like a beggar who had just entered the Grand View Garden, suddenly witnessing what it meant to live like the elite.

Though there were no neon lights or lavish entertainment here, the retro ambiance gradually unveiled its hidden depths to him.

Along the corridors, young men and women came and went, each carrying blades or swords on their backs, as if they had stepped out of an ancient martial world. It wasn’t just that masters of emptiness were as common as dogs—even those at the Innate realm could be found everywhere.

One could say Ye Kuang was utterly stunned on the spot.

And this shocking realization soon landed him in several troubles.

“Brother, may I ask where tonight’s banquet is being held?”

“Huh? Are you a disciple of Yuandao Academy?”

“Yes.” Ye Kuang’s reply sounded matter-of-fact.

Here, it must be mentioned: This young man was bare-chested, resembling a yaksha and appearing utterly uncouth. His fierce expression made it seem as though everyone owed him money.

This person was none other than the infamous founder of Kun Dao Academy’s Tiger Saber Camp, known as Black Saber, with the nickname Black Tiger.

Black Saber sneered coldly, “What did you just call me?”

Hearing this, Ye Kuang responded woodenly, “Brother, what’s the matter?”

“Ha, what’s the matter…” Black Saber couldn’t help but laugh, but his expression shifted faster than flipping a page, leaving everyone astounded.

“Do you not know the rules? When you see me, you should address me as Senior Brother. Under which Venerable’s tutelage are you? Did they not teach you the etiquette of respect and hierarchy?” Black Saber sneered.

As he spoke, a crowd of onlookers inevitably gathered around.

It could be said that Black Saber’s usual tactic was to “kill a chicken to scare the monkeys,” and this scene was likewise meant to intimidate others.

Within Qian Dao Academy, there was an unwritten rule: everything depended on strength, and the strong were revered!

Unaware of this, Ye Kuang couldn’t help but ask in confusion, “What does ‘Senior Brother’ mean?”

As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd’s expressions turned peculiar. If Ye Kuang wasn’t feigning ignorance, then this guy was a genuine fool?

Black Saber naturally realized this as well.

Although this was a world where strength was revered, defeating a fool would not elevate Black Saber’s status—it might even lead to him being ridiculed.

“Pah.” At this thought, Black Saber spat in disgust and snarled, “What damn bad luck.”

Little did he know, upon hearing this, Ye Kuang stopped him again and inexplicably asked, “Brother, what are these rules? I’m new here and not too familiar with them. Could you kindly explain, old chap?”

As he spoke, his large hand already rested on Black Saber’s shoulder.

“You’re looking for death!”

But who would have thought, Black Saber retaliated with a heavy punch.

Boom!

Following the sound of the air explosion, a deafening roar filled their ears.Due to the suddenness of the situation, it was only now that Ye Kuang belatedly realized what was happening.

Whispers inevitably arose from the surroundings.

“That kid’s got guts, daring to provoke Black Saber.”

“No kidding. Black Saber came determined to make a name for himself, only to run into a fool.”

“But that fool doesn’t seem ordinary either—he took a heavy punch like it was nothing.”

Black Saber: “Let go!”

Hearing this, Ye Kuang’s expression instantly turned grim. He thought this man was arrogant, even more so than himself!

With that thought, he woodenly said, “Before I lose my temper, apologize to me immediately… or else…”

Upon hearing this, Black Saber’s face darkened like Judge Bao, and he roared sharply, “Or else what? I’d like to see!”

Buzz, buzz, buzz!

Ye Kuang’s long hair suddenly whipped about as if caught in a windless storm, unleashing the ferocity of a wild beast as he bellowed, “Or else I’ll make you kneel and call me Grandpa!”

Boom!

In an instant, he clenched his fist, swift as a shooting star, and unleashed a “Burn the Boats” strike!

This technique was one of the Nine Yin Manual’s Seventy-Two Earthly Punches, also known as the Eight-Nine Fist Strength!

In that moment, a figure was sent crashing heavily several yards away.

The ground instantly shattered, riddled with cracks as the unleashed energy proved uncontrollable.

Hiss!!!

Even the onlookers couldn’t help but gasp in shock. When they looked again at the unassuming figure, they couldn’t suppress their astonished inhalations.

Unbeknownst to them, Ye Kuang wasn’t faring well either. In his rage, he had failed to control his strength. Though his body was tough as bronze and iron, his internal organs had suffered injuries.

It must be understood that “Burn the Boats” was akin to the “Seven Injuries Fist”—harming the enemy a thousand at the cost of eight hundred to oneself!

As this strange sensation washed over him, Ye Kuang strode toward Black Saber.

“Had enough?”

“Enough? Cough… You’ve got some nerve, kid, daring to hit me. Just you wait…”

But before Black Saber could finish, he was suddenly lifted into the air.

Ye Kuang hoisted him up, pulling him close as he whispered, “I’ll ask you one last time: What are the rules here? And where is the banquet hosted by Qing Ge? You can choose not to answer, but I wonder if your bones are as tough as your mouth.”

As he spoke, his grip tightened abruptly, followed by a series of cracking sounds.

Even someone as formidable as Black Saber trembled uncontrollably.

Locking eyes with Ye Kuang, Black Saber felt as if he were staring at a blood-soaked tyrant seated calmly atop a mountain of corpses.

“Rule one… Rule two… Rule three…”

“As for the banquet, it’s at the end of this road, in an… an Eight Directions Inn.”

His words lingered in the air, echoing in everyone’s ears.

Black Saber had spilled everything he knew, holding nothing back.

The reason was simple: he feared this ruthless man would tighten his grip just a fraction more and create an even bigger scene.