Chapter 398 – Afraid of Being Low-Key Yet Actually High-Profile

Three months later, Penglai Island.

“Through nine heavens I come and go in radiant glow, From eastern Penglai to western lands I flow.”

For a moment, Ye Kuang didn’t know what to feel, only recalling this verse with deep emotion.

It was wordless admiration, yet also exclusive praise.

At that moment, he still found it somewhat hard to comprehend.

Why did ancient poets always embellish their sentiments with such poetic flair?

Some cherished pavilions, composing verses to bid farewell to friendships, while others, thwarted in official careers, lamented being born at the wrong time, voicing shared regrets.

Ye Kuang couldn’t help but express his feelings: “Water and sky merge in one hue, emerald waves ripple and sway. The rolling tides surge eastward, washing away all heroes under heaven.”

“Before these vast mountains and rivers, I alone am intoxicated.”

“Ah… this irresistible charm of mine. Born in this era, if I cannot resonate through mountains, seas, and morning songs, wouldn’t I disgrace my heritage as a descendant of dragons?”

Unbeknownst to him, right after Ye Kuang spoke, he clearly felt he hadn’t fully expressed himself.

He thought the poem he just composed was too exaggerated, likely making others secretly feel inferior.

All these subtle changes in his expression were noticed by Yun Mengshu.

Although she didn’t inquire why her beloved showed such demeanor, she clearly understood there must be a reason behind it.

Seeing this, Ye Kuang inevitably asked: “Senior Sister, if you have questions, just ask.”

As he spoke, his gaze drifted uncontrollably toward the distant horizon.

Appearing profound and unfathomable.

Yun Mengshu: “Are you saying that only with sentiment and courage can we have a beautiful future?”

Hearing this, Ye Kuang continued gazing at the sky, neither responding nor denying.

His ambiguous attitude made Yun Mengshu sigh inwardly:

“Regardless of whether it’s true or not, if all of us in Kunlun could think this way, perhaps we wouldn’t have completely fallen.”

“Once you enter the martial world, you’re no longer in control of your fate.” Ye Kuang sighed.

Yun Mengshu: “Is that so…”

After speaking, she couldn’t help feeling puzzled and asked: “Today is the twelve-year agreement. Do you think they will come? Should we just sit here waiting for two tigers to fight?”

Upon hearing this, Ye Kuang shook his head imperceptibly.

Then he explained: “They will definitely come. In today’s world, who would remain indifferent to the title of the strongest?”

At this point, his tone grew inexplicably profound as he continued:

“Little do they know, what does obtaining the strongest title achieve? It’s merely a contest of pride. Not to mention, after becoming the strongest, don’t they all focus only on the present, unsure where to go next?”

Yun Mengshu: “…”

Seeing this, Ye Kuang could hardly conceal his eccentric nature.

He then burst into laughter:

“It’s just a pity that, regardless of who ultimately becomes the strongest, it will only add a bold stroke to my honor as the wildest.”

Yun Mengshu: “…”

Ye Kuang: “Look, they’re coming.”

“Oh, they really are here.”

Yun Mengshu exclaimed in surprise.

For a moment, Ye Kuang couldn’t hide the gleam in his eyes as he spoke eloquently:

“The show is about to begin. Let’s wait and see who can claim the title of the strongest.”

In the distant sky, thunderous roars echoed.

Faintly visible, dozens of metal contraptions emerged over the deep sea, all uniformly equipped with propellers.

The merging sea and sky quietly formed a landscape of azure blue.

As winds and clouds gather, the question remains: who will prove to be the strongest?The scenery of Penglai seemed to foreshadow an epic battle of the ages.

Yet unexpectedly, Ye Kuang and Yun Mengshu slipped into the shadows, becoming mere spectators.

At the center of Penglai Island,

One after another, military green trucks swarmed in.

From a distance, countless young disciples could be seen opening the doors, ready for action.

At that moment, several iron birds (helicopters) suddenly hovered mid-air, drawing unanimous attention.

Cold eyes gleamed!

Utter astonishment!

And a touch of inexplicable excitement!

As the truck doors swung open, the Elder was clearly among the ranks, though he appeared somewhat listless.

Elder: “Tie Feng, don’t you think that kid’s actions are rather shameless? Must we really clean up his mess?”

Hearing this, Tie Feng’s face darkened, and he asked, “I have no desire to be involved in this. I came only to clarify one thing: Did that kid truly kill the Two Elders of Tianshan?”

Their conversation was clearly overheard by those nearby.

As for who “that kid” referred to, everyone knew.

Who else could it be but Ye Kuang, the one who started the twelve-year pact back then?

And now, he had become a forbidden topic!

It was no surprise, then, that Tie Feng grew even more grim-faced when the Elder failed to answer his question. He muttered to himself,

“As for that brat, I believe he may be cunning, but I doubt he’s directly involved in the Tianshan massacre. Don’t you think this might be a conspiracy?”

The Elder pondered and murmured in response,

“It all happened so suddenly. I’ve only just learned of it myself. But for now, our focus should be on how to overcome this crisis.”

Tie Feng fell silent at that, then solemnly gazed up at the sky.

Crack! Crack!

Boom! Boom!

Countless thunderclaps roared as dark clouds gathered overhead, pressing down ominously.

The grand entrances of the experts were nothing short of magnificent and ceremonious.

Compared to the ordinary crowd below, those in the sky were like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each displaying their unique powers.

Truly,

A showdown was about to unfold, all for the title of the strongest.

A reckless farce had turned into a high-stakes game between rivals.

“Like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, their vast powers reveal the strength of the saints returning to the mountains, earning fame for eternity.”

Even Ye Kuang, hidden in the shadows, couldn’t help but gaze with hope, his blood boiling with excitement.

Yun Mengshu: “Enough with the ‘Eight Immortals crossing the sea’—that’s just a legend. But ‘each displaying their unique powers’ is certainly fitting.”

“Pity, though, sharing an era with a certain someone… I wonder if it’s their misfortune or…”

Ye Kuang: “Keep a low profile, we must keep a low profile.”

“Bah!” Yun Mengshu retorted scornfully, “I’m not worried about you keeping a low profile—I’m worried your ‘low profile’ will end up being anything but.”