Chapter 375 – Five Years of Swordsmanship Achievement (Part One)

“How long have I been cultivating?”

Upon uttering these words, Ye Kuang felt a lingering sense of trepidation.

He feared that staying here too long would leave his overt and covert enemies with too little to do.

He feared these endless days of cultivation would drive him mad.

He feared even more that if he went too long without seeing his loved ones, something might happen at home.

One could say that whenever he recalled the moment he leaped off the cliff, he couldn’t suppress a fierce aura, inexplicably igniting a wildfire within him that refused to be extinguished.

Reverend Dandao: “According to this world’s concept of years, it should be over four years.”

Hearing this, Ye Kuang suddenly seemed to go mad, randomly drawing his sword and swinging it.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

A brilliant light surged forth, then quietly faded into nothingness.

Yet unexpectedly, the ground ahead erupted as if multiple sword energies advanced simultaneously, spewing flying sand and stones with such speed that the naked eye could hardly follow.

Thump… crack, bang, bang!

In an instant, dozens of thick, sturdy trees that had stood proudly moments before were shattered into pieces, exploding into a sky full of splinters and debris.

Reverend Dandao thought to himself: “The Innate Sword Inquiry is truly formidable. I’m afraid even those self-proclaimed sword cultivation geniuses would struggle to achieve this.”

“Alas… but I feel this sword strike still has many flaws. It seems this space still requires my gradual refinement.” Ye Kuang sighed coldly.

As he spoke, his figure silently vanished into the dark, deep forest.

Leaving behind only a scene of devastation, as if quietly recounting his feelings of departure.

The lingering aura was unmistakably identical to the sharp, cold energy Ye Kuang had emanated before leaving.

Meanwhile, at the Xingyi Sect.

Ye Kuang slowly stepped into this place once more, appearing neither joyful nor sorrowful, his eyes occasionally gleaming with a cold, sharp light.

Step by step.

He resolutely tread the mountain path that had once nearly broken his spirit. Though now empty and deserted, it effortlessly awakened memories of battles fought side by side, deeply buried in his mind.

At the mountainside.

The biting wind remained just as fierce as in the past, yet the atmosphere had transformed, now brimming with vibrant vitality.

Even in front of the Xingyi Sect’s pavilions.

A fierce gale suddenly howled, as if foretelling something.

“I wondered who possessed such overwhelming killing intent. So it’s you again, boy!”

At that moment, a figure swiftly leaped out from the inner hall of Xingyi Mountain.

Tap, tap.

With two light steps landing, this Martial Grandfather, whose ordinary appearance remained unchanged, was still as hot-tempered as ever.

When Ye Kuang saw this former adversary he could hardly match, his mindset was no longer one of looking up, but rather the exhilarating thrill of impending vengeance.

“You wretched scoundrel, you’re still not dead?”Elder Longbrow glared fiercely, roaring with menacing momentum: “Daring to come here today, are you seeking death—”

But before the word “death” could fully form, Elder Longbrow’s following words abruptly ceased.

In that moment, Ye Kuang exuded an extremely dangerous aura. He was like a crouching tiger, poised to launch a fatal strike at any time!

Whoosh, whoosh!

For a moment, the wind seemed to replace the dialogue between the two, secretly filling the air with a murderous atmosphere.

Elder Longbrow couldn’t help but tense up completely, his hawk-like eyes intermittently releasing threads of killing intent.

In contrast, Ye Kuang remained composed, calmly gazing at this old acquaintance known as Martial Grandfather while quietly carrying the Heavy Edge on his back.The oppressive atmosphere spread relentlessly, making even the experienced Elder Longbrow feel somewhat uneasy. Unable to restrain himself, he blurted out sharply, “Boy, have you come here today seeking death?”

Ye Kuang: “…”

Elder Longbrow: “Why so silent? Since you dared come alone, have you no courage to utter your last words?”

Ye Kuang: “…”

Witnessing this, Elder Longbrow’s eyebrows twitched violently, his hands involuntarily clenching into fists that emitted a series of cracking bone sounds—clearly reaching his limit of endurance.

“Bluffing and playing mysterious tricks!”

“You were truly fortunate last time, first having the Dragon King’s protection, then that old immortal shielding you. If I were you, seeing how utterly worthless I was, I’d rather bash my head and die than waste air.”

“Why maintain this silence? Speak, you wretched waste!”

As these fragmented words echoed under the vast sky, Elder Longbrow appeared furious but was actually savoring the supreme pleasure of soon slaughtering his enemy.

Yet unexpectedly, Ye Kuang suddenly dropped into a horse stance, poised like a drawn bow—clearly signaling his intent to strike.

Seeing this, Elder Longbrow showed no concern but instead righteously recounted past grievances: “If not for you back then, how could Xiao Cangtian have escaped unscathed? You deserve death! And releasing those vicious criminals only adds to your crimes—you deserve execution!”

At this point, Elder Longbrow suddenly chuckled, a sinister, creeping laughter. “But no matter—you’ll soon pay for your foolish actions from years past. Hahaha…”

Unbeknownst to him, as Elder Longbrow’s laughter faded, it abruptly froze.

For Ye Kuang had somehow appeared just three meters away from his opponent.

In an instant, chilling energy surged between them as their eyes locked—an incompatible clash of fire and water.

The vivid scene resembled old acquaintances meeting, wanting to memorize each other’s faces in that fleeting moment.

Faster than words could describe—

Whoosh!

A streak of brilliance silently pierced the sky before vanishing into nothingness, leaving only a faint sword hum in its wake.

Between the two combatants, a mist of blood silently sprayed forth.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Astonishingly, Ye Kuang was casually sheathing his sword.

That strike had been swift, ruthless, precise—and utterly traceless.

“Ah…” Only then did Elder Longbrow regain awareness. As searing pain struck, he clutched his chest and staggered back in disbelief, his face contorted with shock and fury. “You…?”

Humming whoosh!

Squelch!

“Ah…” Genuine terror finally gripped Elder Longbrow. Glancing down, he saw a fresh sword wound glowing on his right chest.

The previous strike had been too swift, too clean—like a fleeting glimpse of a startled swan, and then…

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Ye Kuang performed the sword-sheathing motion once more.

“How is this possible?!” Elder Longbrow roared madly. “You damned scum, I’ll—”

Humming whoosh!

Squelch!

“Ah…” Elder Longbrow screamed in renewed agony, his face now deathly pale. His eyes held nothing but utter incredulity and disbelief.Instead, Ye Kuang’s gaze remained unmoved, as if he were merely performing a routine task, before he suddenly sidestepped this old acquaintance who was addressed with the honorific “Martial Grandfather.”