Chapter 358 – My Fate Is Mine, Not Heaven's; Turning Elixirs into Gold

Ye Kuang: “Are you all done talking?”

As he spoke, he couldn’t resist picking his ear, striking a thoroughly nonchalant pose, showing not the slightest tension about the impending battle.

But then, a flash of sword light abruptly materialized out of thin air.

Clang!

In response, Ye Kuang, quick-eyed and swift-handed, met it with his heavy sword, sparks flying silently from the impact.

The failed strike prompted the old master swordsman to exclaim oddly: “Whoops, my apologies, my apologies! My hand just slipped. But your strength has quite the follow-through, doesn’t it?”

Had Ye Kuang not heard this, it might have been fine, but upon hearing it, his expression turned intensely vivid.

Truth be told, if he hadn’t been fully focused on the three elders earlier, that single sword strike alone would have separated his head from his body.

At this thought, he couldn’t suppress the surge of anger, roaring furiously: “Damn your ancestors! Do you even have any martial integrity?”

Little did he know, no sooner said than done!

Before his eyes, the wind suddenly roared like a thunderous tiger, and in that instant, another gleam of light appeared.

Surprisingly, the elder who had struck earlier remained utterly unfazed, his face adorned with a beaming smile.

Ye Kuang, however, reacted belatedly, showing no regard for respecting elders or cherishing the young. His counterattack was ruthless and vicious!

Swoosh—Boom!

But then, another flash of light abruptly materialized before his eyes, its speed perfectly timed, striking squarely on the blade of the so-called mad sword.

“Kid, your sword speed isn’t bad, but the sound it makes is too loud. It’s hard to achieve silence in stillness and thunder in motion.”

In an instant, these teasing words echoed in Ye Kuang’s ears, while a withered hand lightly patted his chest again and again.

At that moment, his eyes couldn’t help but widen in shock.

Hiss!

In a flash, Ye Kuang surged his Internal Energy, erupting like a raging dragon.

His heavy sword spun in a full arc, descending squarely upon another elder who had made a move!

Yet, the outcome mirrored the previous one: this elder, too, wore a beaming smile, as if utterly indifferent to the sword strike aimed at him.

Clang!

Seeing yet another failed strike, Ye Kuang spun around abruptly, confronting the third elder who seemed about to speak, and shouted: “You shut up! Stop pretending you’re some big shot.”

“Damn you old coots! Three against one—do you even have any shame?”

Even after saying this, he still didn’t feel vented, then took one step after another, continuously retreating.

Meanwhile, the three extreme sword elders stood side by side, their movements strikingly identical, each stroking their gray beards with an air of serene detachment.

It must be said, their pretentious behavior was undeniably infuriating.

Ye Kuang had always been the one putting on airs for others; who would have thought he’d be on the receiving end of such mockery one day?

This was simply unbearable!

Seeing this, Ye Kuang suppressed the heaving of his chest, then inexplicably demanded: “Think this is fun, huh? Putting on airs and slapping faces—does it feel great? Fine, fine, fine! One, two, three of you—come at me together! Let’s see if I’m scared or not.”

“Huh? What’s this kid saying?”

“This old man doesn’t understand. Maybe you should ask him.”

“Ah, such anger harms the body, really. Look at you all, making the little guy so mad he’s… what’s it called? Humiliated and enraged.”

Upon hearing this, the Mount Shu disciples could barely contain their laughter, not daring to let it show.Only Daoist Qianming nearby had a flushed red face, clearly having secretly mourned for that certain madman for three seconds in his heart.

Others might not know the temperament of their Mount Shu Three Extremes Sword instructors – their fights always involved absurdity, and their provocations never cared whether others agreed. If you got angry, that was their true goal.

Ye Kuang: “How ironic. I’ve always been the one playing others, but who would’ve thought I’d be played by someone else today. Is this what they call ‘playing with eagles all your life only to get your eyes pecked out’…”

“He seems angry. Can we make a move now?”

“Seems like it. But this anger… why does it make my spine feel chilly?”

“Oh? You feel it too? I thought it was just my imagination.”

In an instant, regardless of the three elders muttering incomprehensible words to themselves, the arena became terrifyingly quiet.

Just then, Ye Kuang suddenly rubbed his temples and spoke coldly: “May I ask the names of you three elders?”

“Why do you want to know?”

Hearing this, Ye Kuang replied with a chilling tone: “This junior fears that after beating you all to death, I might not know your esteemed names. That has never been my style. Regarding reputation and prestige, I think it’s necessary to first clarify your names to see if you’re worth showing my true capabilities against!”

“True capabilities? Oh, is he boasting?”

“Looks like it. But why does my old heart feel so cold? Should we ask him?”

“You go ask… I’m really afraid this kid might suddenly go mad and kill you, then at least we’d have a reason to collect your body…”

Seeing this, even with Ye Kuang’s considerable self-restraint, he became angered.

“These damned old men – what a pity they didn’t become actors!” he thought to himself.

“Mount Shu Three Extremes Sword… of…”

“What?” Ye Kuang suddenly interrupted.

“Mount Shu Three Extremes Sword instructors!!”

“Three-level sword? What kind of film are you fucking making!” Ye Kuang couldn’t hide his shock, as if he had discovered something hilariously funny.

“Damn it! This old man said we’re three ‘level’ films…Peh peh peh, no! I said we’re called Three Extremes Sword, ‘extreme’ as in ultimate! Are you doing this on purpose, kid?”

“Hahaha, why don’t you just call yourselves the Three Swordsmen? I’m fucking dying, hahaha, dying of laughter!” Ye Kuang suddenly burst into loud laughter.

“Hahaha…”

Hahaha… snickers and chuckles

This could truly be described as one remark stirring up endless waves, as everyone could no longer contain their laughter, holding their stomachs as they laughed.

“Brat, what are you laughing at?”

“Qianming, you little brat, you’re still laughing!”

“Wow, this kid is so arrogant!”

Hearing this, even Daoist Qianming couldn’t help but be amused, but upon hearing his Martial Uncle’s angry questioning, he could only forcibly suppress his urge to laugh, his face turning red as he angrily shouted: “Kid, you’ve got guts, you really fucking have guts. Don’t worry, later this Daoist will collect your body…”

After hearing this, Ye Kuang finally stopped laughing, then looked deeply at Daoist Qianming and said coldly: “Thank you. However, you’ll need to prepare three coffins later.”

“Hmph, you brat, you’ve successfully angered this old man.”

“Ah, forget it, forget it, let’s just send this kid to his death.”

“Not fun, really not fun. This old man can’t take it anymore!”Upon hearing this, Ye Kuang’s eyes suddenly turned cold as he said, “Perhaps you are all already enraged, but allow this junior to speak. This fight has become too dull. If I don’t offer you Seniors some dessert to taste, you might mistakenly think I’m easy to bully.”

Then, shifting his tone, he continued, “In your eyes, this junior may seem insignificant, but I must speak my mind. You are indeed strong, yet if you believe you hold the power of life and death over others, I will not sit idly by. Once a person’s fury ignites, it’s either your death or mine!”

“Compared to the self-righteousness of you Seniors, whether you laugh or cry, heed this advice: My fate is not for you to decide. I only believe…”

“My fate lies in my own hands, not in heaven’s—refining elixirs into gold for countless millennia!!!”