Chapter 285 – Night Deepens Into Dawn with a Profound Sword, Long Howl Across the Vastness

“Wait, what did you just ask me?” As he spoke, Ye Kuang suddenly froze as if struck by lightning, standing motionless in place.

Hearing this, Yun Mengshu didn’t even turn her head as she continued walking forward, then said irritably, “I was asking about that sword technique you used earlier—it was incredibly powerful. What’s its name? Could you teach it to me?”

At this point, she couldn’t help but turn to look back, her expression clearly filled with confusion as she added, “Hurry up, why have you stopped again? Hey…”

Unbeknownst to her, Ye Kuang had gradually sunk into deep contemplation, entering an inexplicable state.

The feeling was akin to the true meditation of Buddhism: suddenly clearing away all distracting thoughts and comprehending the truth.

Taoism also offers an explanation: enlightenment is the personal realization of the Way.

It is called “sudden enlightenment”!

Sword!

Sword!

Sword!

Although Ye Kuang had long understood the meaning and symbolism of the “sword,” he clearly knew nothing about the “way of the sword.”

Now, suddenly hearing Yun Mengshu speak of the power of a single sword strike, he felt as if struck by thunder.

As the ancient poet Wang Wei wrote in “Ode to the Veteran General”: “For three thousand miles he fought across the land, with one sword he held off a million troops.”

And Ye Kuang, though he had yet to fully grasp the deeper meaning of these words, profoundly understood that one sword could slay enemies, one sword could block a million elite soldiers.

Regardless of how divine or exquisite your techniques may be, often a single sword strike is all it takes to break them!

But where does this “sword” come from?

Perhaps it is forged to resist external foes.

But where does “sword technique” come from?

Is it not an Ultimate Technique derived from countering moves as they come?

At this thought, Ye Kuang felt as if he had been struck by a sudden revelation, his entire being burning with intensity.

This inexplicable sensation did not mean his internal organs were literally on fire, but rather that he felt his blood boiling throughout his body.

Drip, drip.

When the heart becomes still as water, and subtle transformations gradually ascend, the myriad unfathomable changes are mostly just like this.

For if a single sword strike can decide victory, it is even more thrilling than turning the world upside down.

The act of “using” the sword and the purpose behind “using” the sword—if their meanings are not the same, how can their hidden implications be treated as equivalent?

One could say that unless Ye Kuang’s passion burned fiercely, how could his spirit radiate with a brand new strength?

Regardless of blades, spears, or staffs, only the sword could cleanse his heart at this moment.

He unexpectedly discovered a peculiar phenomenon: the clarity of the sword heart meant having sword techniques within one’s heart.

In his inner world.

Shriek!

A brilliant light silently pierced the heavens, illuminating the vast seas of the world.

Before his eyes, an endless expanse of waves stretched out, and a figure drifted along with the currents, as if meditating with closed eyes on the supreme art of “using” the sword.

It was one thing not to look, but once he did, the sight was dazzling beyond belief.

That figure was none other than Ye Kuang, who had deeply felt the power of a single sword!

Under the sky, the endless gloom vanished in an instant, as a streak of Sword Light, like a visitor from beyond the heavens, struck directly at his body and mind.

Buzz, buzz, buzz!

He opened and closed his eyes, seemingly deep in contemplation, but with each repetition, he gradually gained clarity.

Ye Kuang tread upon the waves, and a gleam of Sword Light emerged in his palm.

Swoosh, crash!

The sword rose with the surging tides, its radiance stretching for miles.

The majestic and turbulent sea before him was split in two by a single brilliant sword light.It was only at this moment, though he still didn’t understand why that previous sword strike had been so extraordinary, that the flood of insights from this single sword technique suddenly jolted him into terrified awe.

Outside.

Dawn was breaking, the morning sun rising to disperse the endless gloom, illuminating a corner of these mountains and seas.

“You wretched boy, don’t scare your sister like this! Wake up quickly, wuu…”

Just then, Yun Mengshu appeared tear-streaked, her intermittent sobbing words lingering in the air, refusing to fade.

“How could you just die like that? What am I supposed to do then? Wouldn’t the world just gain another pair of star-crossed lovers?”

“You even grabbed me like that! Everyone knows men and women shouldn’t touch improperly – how am I supposed to marry anyone after this?”

“That awkward encounter… who would’ve thought you’d keep barging into my heart? You shitty bastard don’t even seem like a good person, but I’ll admit defeat – consider yourself lucky, you dead turtle-egg…”

At that moment, hearing these words, Ye Kuang belatedly realized this Senior Sister before him had such a cute side too.

Though she always presented herself as stubborn, one couldn’t deny she was like a little oriole, constantly chirping away – not just annoying, but somehow stirring protective instincts in others.

Having endured four lonely years, while his cultivation had slightly advanced, Ye Kuang’s understanding of emotions remained rather naive.

Thinking this, Ye Kuang suddenly spoke: “You wretched woman, what nonsense are you spouting? When did I die? Stop talking rubbish with your eyes wide open – even cursing someone shouldn’t be as blunt as you!”

“Ah! You… you… you…” For a moment, Yun Mengshu who had been weeping sorrowfully jumped in fright at these words, trembling as she stammered: “You… you’re not dead!”

As she spoke, Yun Mengshu suddenly stood up, wiping the tear stains from her eyes, making the previous scene seem like an illusion.

Seeing this, Ye Kuang couldn’t hide the thick black lines forming on his face.

Truly, Yun Mengshu’s poisonous tongue was irresistibly frustrating.

One moment weeping pitifully, the next transforming into a vicious shrew.

Instantly, Ye Kuang turned sharply toward the dawn sky and strode toward Buzhou Mountain.

……

“What are you standing there for? Why aren’t you leaving?”

“Where to? Ah damn! You thousand-cursed bastard! You’re utterly detestable, wasting so much time!”

Hearing this, Ye Kuang stumbled, nearly losing his footing and falling flat on his face.

“Who in this world could match ‘your’ caliber of woman? Utterly irresistible! Earlier weeping like a lovesick maiden, the next moment quiet as a tigress, just huffing and puffing…”

With his lamenting sigh, his emotions spiraled out of control, and he suddenly threw his head back with a roaring howl!

It must be said that this deep, secluded forest, originally home to countless birds, suddenly became the domain of a tiger roaring through the mountains.

ROAR! ROAR! ROAR!

Instantly, as these tiger roars and dragon cries swept through like thunderous peals from near to far.

In moments, the mountain forest birds fell into complete chaos – male birds darting into female nests inevitably got beaten up, while females entering male territories prompted countless unsolicited attentions.

Even the mountain’s countless young creatures trembled, all raising their heads as if welcoming the arrival of a true king.If one phrase could capture the scene before us, it would be: “In the dawn-lit village, the Profound Sword emerges, its roar shaking the mountain tiger from the depths of the wilderness!”

Roar, roar, roar…