Chapter 379 – First Battle Mount Shu, Then Shaolin (Part Two)

Mount Shu Cliff Peak.

Ye Kuang casually wiped the bloodstains from his face and walked toward the Three Extremes Sword, who were too weak to stand.

Seeing this, Jian Wuya couldn’t help but feel despair, sighing, “Do as you please, whether it’s killing or slicing.”

As these words fell, it became apparent that Jian Wuya had not a trace of strength left, as if he had already become a cripple.

Witnessing the Three Extremes Sword in name only, Ye Kuang couldn’t help but feel deeply disheartened. He let out an inexplicable sigh before saying, “Enough. Let me ask you, why did you mercilessly attack that boy back then?”

At this point, his tone shifted sharply as he continued to roar, “Don’t tell me it was for the Three Daoist Youths!”

Jian Wuya: “…”

In that moment, even Jian Yinyang, upon hearing this, couldn’t help but close his eyes.

Clearly, each of them had resolved to take the answer to this question to their graves.

It wasn’t until half an hour later.

Seeing that the two remained utterly unyielding, Ye Kuang resorted to ruthless trampling, saying, “You may refuse to speak, but does that mean others won’t? Rest assured, I won’t kill you here. As for your lives, let fate decide.”

As he spoke, he turned and left, evidently seeing no further need to remain in this troubled place.

As his figure completely vanished beyond the cliff peak, those two helpless sighs mourned not only a lifetime of fame and reputation but perhaps also their impending lives.

Rear Mountain of Mount Shu’s Thousand Temples.

Ye Kuang arrived with leisurely steps, his left hand carrying three blood-stained bundles.

His appearance caused an uproar throughout the scene, like raging waves.

At that moment, the Mount Shu Sect Leader, who had hurried back, surrounded by a crowd, stepped forward to block Ye Kuang’s path.

“Sect Hierarch, what is the meaning of this?”

“You have the nerve to ask me!”

“Hahaha, as the saying goes, a gentleman never questions the sword. Otherwise, don’t blame Ye for drawing his blade without mercy.”

Upon hearing this, the Mount Shu Sect Leader, Daoist Lulin, couldn’t help but twitch at the corner of his mouth, suddenly realizing: This young man’s wings have grown, and his divine skills have reached perfection.

In response, Ye Kuang’s gaze swept across the surroundings as he spoke eloquently, “Our meeting here was meant to be peaceful, yet demons disturb the world. If the knots in our hearts remain unresolved, how are we to navigate this existence?”

His words, though seemingly spoken to himself, fell upon the ears of those around him like an accusation, each word dripping with blood and piercing their hearts.

In other words: How could he pretend to be deaf and blind to what they had done to him? He couldn’t! And if such a knot remained in his heart during his Dao Inquiry journey, how could he possibly break through to the Dao Inquiry Realm?

Daoist Lulin: “…”

Countless Mount Shu Disciples: “…”

The outcome was self-evident. As those present searched their hearts, it was clear that every one of them desired the Dao Inquiry status of “standing above all but one.”

But ideals were one thing; Ye Kuang’s ruthlessness was something Daoist Lulin could not condone. He then questioned, “This teaching asks you, are the bundles in your hand… the Three Extremes Sword…”

“Hmph!” Unexpectedly, Ye Kuang, upon hearing this, clearly had no intention of responding. Instead, he bared his teeth in a cold laugh and said, “Guess?”

“You!” At this, Daoist Lulin seemed to age decades in an instant.

It was easy to imagine just how violently his blood surged and how furious Daoist Lulin was.

Ye Kuang: “What about me?”Daoist Lulin: “You wretched fiend, you… you…”

“What right do you have to scold me? Hah! If not for you old fools scheming behind the scenes back then, today’s disastrous consequences wouldn’t have happened. Now get out of my way,” Ye Kuang said.

“I… I… coughs blood”

“Sect Hierarch!!!”

Roar roar roar!

At a glance, the tension was steadily rising amidst their drawn weapons, as if a group assault could erupt at any moment.

“Huff huff…” Yet unexpectedly, Daoist Lulin wiped the blood from his mouth fiercely and roared: “All of you, silence!!”

“Sect Hierarch?!”

Little did they know, witnessing this scene, Ye Kuang appeared as though watching a troupe of actors performing, not only curling his lips into a cold smirk but also inwardly sneering repeatedly.

This expression of his felt like needles stabbing Daoist Lulin’s heart, piercing it until it was riddled with holes and dripping with blood.

“Ye Kuang, I know you hold resentment in your heart, but you should still prioritize the bigger picture. Do you realize how perilous your situation is? Without us holding back that overwhelming force behind the scenes, you would have long been dead without a trace.”

“Dead without a trace? Hahaha, what a joke! If I could die without a trace, do you think I’d lack the strength to fight? Death—what do I have to fear! It’s still better than being secretly manipulated by a bunch of scoundrels, probably dying without even knowing how. Don’t you think?”

“Ye Kuang, I’m only reminding you, not warning you. You mustn’t act on impulse in everything. You need to learn to endure. Only when your wings have grown full can you have the chance to unfold grand ambitions!”

Upon hearing this, Ye Kuang burst into wild laughter.

It could be said that if this topic hadn’t been brought up, it might have been fine, but once laid on the table, he couldn’t help the raging wildfire inside him.

“Endure humiliation? Swallow insults? I’ve never been one to tolerate such things! How could I endure humiliation and swallow insults? To become a pawn in someone else’s hands—I’d rather fight spectacularly until exhausted, until the stars crumble, fight to death!! Fight to death!!!”

But then, shifting his tone abruptly, he roared, unable to contain his storm-like fury: “The only regret is that I was born at the wrong time! This world has long been deteriorating, and what about you all? You only know how to bully your own! What… the hell are you? How dare you preach… to… me?”

“You!” Daoist Lulin: “Sigh…”

For a moment, this sigh drifted over softly, and wasn’t everyone present feeling the same?

Instead, seeing the identical expressions around him, Ye Kuang couldn’t help but feel the thrill of vengeance, laughing heartily because of it.

But his laughter cut off abruptly, and he roared again: “Move aside! A good dog doesn’t block the path!!”

Hearing this, Daoist Lulin seemed to finally understand.

The things they had done in the past had hurt the person before him too deeply, reaching an irreparable extent!

“Step aside…”

“Sect Hierarch??”

“I said, step aside!”

“As you command!!!”

In an instant, amidst waves of mad laughter, Ye Kuang strode forward without looking back.

Just as his figure was about to disappear, Daoist Lulin suddenly shouted: “Ye Kuang! In the past and present, perhaps we were wrong, but I still want to give you a piece of advice—think thrice before you act in everything.”At this point, Daoist Lulin continued, “All your friends and brothers have now become the common targets of every major faction in the world. Meanwhile, Shaolin is currently in dire straits—Wuxin’s fate remains unknown, lost between Life and Death. I’ve said all I need to say… take care of yourself.”

“Thank you! But please also help me relay a message: Anyone who dares harm my family will regret being born into this world. Anyone who dares touch even a single blade of grass at Shaolin—I will utterly destroy their foundation! As for the twelve-year agreement, I will go to Shaolin when it concludes!”

As his words faded, Ye Kuang completely vanished from everyone’s sight at the horizon.

At that moment, only a murmured question lingered toward the direction of his disappearance, echoing endlessly throughout Mount Shu:

“Little monk, are you safe?”