Chapter 377 – Wind Whispers and Crane Calls Startle the Soul

At the Dragon Country North Ring Center, inside a mysterious conference hall.

“Report!”

“What has you so flustered? Speak.”

“Speak already!”

“Ye… Ye Kuang went to the Xingyi Sect alone!”

“What? That brat truly holds grudges. Old Man White-Brow must be fuming with rage, right? I wonder how furious he is—I’d love to see it.”

As these words were spoken, waves of laughter filled the conference hall, all directed at mocking Elder White-Brow.

After all, from their understanding of Ye Kuang, he never fought battles he wasn’t confident in winning.

“Re…port.”

“Hahaha, what else? Speak freely.”

“Well, esteemed Seniors, Ye Kuang, he…”

“Hmm? Why are you stammering? Could something have gone wrong? Spit it out quickly—do you expect us to guess?”

“Yes! Not only did Ye Kuang kill Elder White-Brow, he… he also crippled all the participants from the Battle of Xingyi Mountain back then!”

Hiss—hiss—hiss!

Instantly, the conference hall was filled with waves of sharp intakes of breath, followed by an uproar as everyone began heated discussions.

The scene froze into a frame resembling a bustling market during peak hours, as lively as could be.

“How is this possible? That old fool White-Brow was in the Dao Inquiry Realm. Has that brat grown so powerful now?”

“Really or fake? Although I’d like to say I’m happy to see it happen, this matter has escalated to the Dao Inquiry level. We must intervene!”

“But this matter could be minor or major. Now that the brat has likely mastered his divine techniques, if we interfere too much, I fear we’ll face the situation we least want to confront.”

Suddenly, even the Elder couldn’t remain calm, sighing: “Then what does everyone think? Should we remain neutral? Or continue suppressing him? Let’s discuss this.”

At Dragon Tiger Temple, Reverend Changqing: “…”

Mount Shu Sect Leader, Daoist Lulin: “…”

Great Elder of Mount Hua, Daoist Qiusheng: “…”

Chief Enforcer of Mount Song, Yuwen Cheng: “…”

Emei Abbess, Old Nun Ruoshui: “…”

Tianshan Old Man, Xiaoyao Sheng: “…”

Shaolin Abbot, Old Monk Kuji: “…”

Seeing this, the Elder couldn’t help but feel a headache coming on. He could only rub his temples and continue asking: “None of you want to offend that brat completely, nor do you wish to see him continue causing trouble. But from what I know, some among you seem to have secretly taken action. Before this matter becomes public knowledge, I want to say: please know when to stop.”

Noticing their varied expressions, the Elder inevitably continued: “Since we can sit here together, we must be of one mind. Why don’t we speak frankly? Haven’t you all realized what severe consequences this matter could bring once it escalates? The Twelve-Year Agreement is imminent—how should we establish our standing?”

As these words fell, sighs emerged one after another. While everyone’s eyes flickered uncertainly, they clearly still hesitated to speak.

Seeing this, the Elder could only close his eyes to rest, preferring not to see—clearly growing somewhat irritated.

Thus, it was predictable: the quieter the hall became, the more oppressive the atmosphere grew.

“…Report.”Elder: “Speak. Is it about that young man?”

“Understood! Yes, after leaving the Xingyi Sect, Mr. Ye… has proceeded to Mount Shu!”

“What?” The Mount Shu Sect Leader abruptly rose upon hearing this, then offered a hurried farewell before rushing out of the hall.

This left the remaining attendees exchanging bewildered glances, their gazes intertwining in silent confusion.

In that moment, even the Elder couldn’t suppress a private shudder. He sighed inexplicably and muttered to himself: “What was destined to come has arrived. What a calamity.”

Meanwhile, at Mount Shu.

Just as the intelligence reported, Ye Kuang stood alone with his sword before the Thousand Temples.

Hundreds of Mount Shu disciples surrounded him, their faces burning with indignation yet restrained by fear.

The reason was plain: before Ye Kuang lay defeated Elders scattered across the ground—every one of them a master of Dao Inquiry.

The situation had escalated with startling speed, amplified by unknown factions spreading exaggerated accounts until the affair boiled into widespread uproar.

Even the incident Ye Kuang had previously caused at the Xingyi Sect had been circulated, subsequently shocking the entire martial world.

This prompted countless forces across Jiangnan and beyond to mobilize with the prevailing momentum, until matters spiraled beyond control.

Behind Ye Kuang’s chain of exploits, there were always schemers obscuring truths and fishing in troubled waters.

The National Youth Martial Arts Tournament… the Extraordinary Grand Arena… the mysterious Kunlun… the Twelve-Year Pact… the Xingyi Sect Blood Campaign… and now the Mount Shu Summit.

It must be said that from one telling to ten, then to hundreds, the news erupted into a colossal storm.

As the saying goes: where some delight in the whirlwind, others wear worried faces.

Without exception, all clearly understood: “The more chaotic the martial world becomes, the more profit there is to gain.”

After all, decades of pent-up tensions among martial arts giants could attract swarms of opportunists—all eager to swarm forth and create earth-shattering events.

Thus emerged shameless collaborations, with many operating under the banner of supporting Ye Kuang while secretly engaging in unsavory schemes.

His reputation underwent a complete reversal, transforming him into the martial world’s number one demon.

While not universally hunted, given the current climate, the storm of controversy pointed squarely at Ye Kuang!

Righteous sects seized this turmoil to secretly train numerous disciples, aiming to display their might.

Even evil factions, led by the Ming Cult, emerged restlessly into the spotlight, loudly proclaiming that Ye Kuang’s swift vengeance was true justice!

But we digress…

Before the Thousand Temples, Ye Kuang suddenly opened his closed eyes. Calmly observing the swirling tensions around him, his lips curled into a frosty smirk as he sneered: “How could I forget the rights and wrongs of those years? I came for the Mount Shu Three Extremes Sword… As for irrelevant bystanders—scram!”

No sooner had his words fallen than Ye Kuang threw back his head and unleashed a sky-rending roar!

ROAR! ROAR! ROAR!

The murderous aura overwhelmed all else, plunging the scene into frozen silence.

Yet Ye Kuang paid no heed. Not only did he stride forward, forcing the crowd to retreat, but his audacity alone placed him atop the world’s hierarchy.

His destination was unmistakably clear: the peak of Mount Shu Rear Cliff!

Truly, where the wind gains fame and trees cast shadows, the approaching storm became a sequel to the tale of “every rustle striking terror in human souls.”Ye Kuang actually went so far as to challenge the Mount Shu Three Extremes Sword!