Chapter 64 – The Old Man Has Arrived

Day after day, the cycle repeats.

For Ye Kuang, each day felt like a year. Every midnight, he would toss and turn, unable to sleep.

He was not only filled with anticipation for the future but also somewhat anxious about this new beginning.

Although he had now shed the pressure of the college entrance exams, he still had to tread carefully and move forward with caution for tomorrow.

This wasn’t some profound truth but rather a reality of life.

As the saying goes: When someone helps you, it’s out of kindness, not obligation; when no one helps you, learn to be independent and even more so, learn to be strong… As for your own matters, you should bear them yourself!

With this thought, Ye Kuang flipped open his phone and noticed a new notification from Zhixuefu Academy: “Student Ye Kuang, just as white clouds chase the sky, and fish swim tirelessly toward the ocean, so too must we strive relentlessly toward our dreams. For the sake of your dreams, keep pushing forward! Please report to Zhixuefu Academy on [date] with the relevant documents to complete your registration…”

An involuntary smile crept onto his face. Internally, Ye Kuang found it hard to calm his excitement, and it wasn’t until the dead of night that he finally fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning.

Ye Kuang woke up feeling refreshed and invigorated.

After finishing his morning routine, he made his way to Jingdi Park… and began practicing a set of fist techniques.

This style was based on palm techniques but centered on fist movements. He aimed to blend the power of fists and palms seamlessly, creating a unique combat form of his own.

From a distance, Ye Kuang’s punches carried a fierce momentum, appearing vigorous and powerful. Paired with his white T-shirt and faded white pants, he resembled a spry, elderly man dedicated to his fitness regimen.

Bathed in the soft morning sunlight, he lost himself so completely in his practice that he nearly sparked a boxing trend.

Throughout the park, elderly figures interspersed—some practicing Taiji, others wielding their Cherished Swords in sword drills. When they caught sight of Ye Kuang’s unique fist forms, they were utterly astonished.

As the saying goes: Experts appreciate the finer details, while laymen enjoy the spectacle.

His fists were evidently extreme in their yang energy—unyielding, fierce, and overwhelmingly powerful.

With each punch, the air whistled as if accompanied by wind and thunder; each strike landed with the speed of a shooting star.

The seamless alternation between fists and palms, combining solid and ethereal forces, made his performance the center of attention in the park.

This piqued the curiosity of an elderly man in his sixties, who quietly approached and said with a smile, “Young people these days are either caught up in romance or engrossed in online games. Yet here you are, practicing martial arts. That’s truly commendable.”

His voice reached Ye Kuang before he did.

Hearing this, Ye Kuang naturally halted his movements. With a controlled breath, he settled into a resting stance.

Lifting his gaze, he remembered the adage—one doesn’t strike a smiling face—and replied politely, “Elder, you flatter me. I’m just practicing casually in my free time. I doubt it’s worthy of your esteemed opinion.”

The old man chuckled heartily at this. “Ah… young friend, no need for modesty. I meant every word. Look around—how many young people wake up this early to practice martial arts? It’s a rare habit and an even rarer quality… One can tell at a glance that you are no ordinary person…”

Upon hearing this, Ye Kuang couldn’t help but scrutinize the Elder before him more closely.Dressed in white training attire, his figure appeared neither tall nor stout, standing at about 1.65 meters. Though he seemed aged and frail at first glance, he remained robust and powerful.

Not only did the elder have a radiant complexion, but his skin also glowed with a healthy rosy hue, indicating his remarkable physical vigor.

Ye Kuang: “Elder, how may I address you?”

The elder: “My humble surname is Pan, with the given name ‘Long.’ Here, everyone calls me Old Man Dragon Wu. You may address me as Elder Long. And how may I address you, young friend?”

Ye Kuang: “I am Ye Kuang, son of Ye Zhennan from West City.”

Upon hearing this, Pan Long suddenly slapped his forehead and chuckled amusingly: “Oh… No wonder you looked so familiar, which prompted me to come over and bother you. So you are the esteemed son of the Ye Family—truly, the lineage continues with promise.”

Ye Kuang: “Elder, please don’t tease me. If it weren’t for the profound impact your earlier Taiji practice had on me, I wouldn’t have taken up martial arts.”

As he spoke, he abruptly clenched his palm into a fist, striking out like a thunderbolt.

Whoosh—hum!

The fierce punch erupted with a resonant hum, stirring the surroundings and drawing attention from all around.

Those nearby who heard it turned pale with shock—if such a blow landed on a person, how could they possibly survive?

In contrast, the elders in the vicinity exchanged bewildered glances, utterly astounded.

Pan Long: “Young friend, you are truly extraordinary. I never expected… truly never expected that at the brink of my grave, I would finally meet a kindred spirit…”

Before he could finish, Elder Pan grew as excited as a child receiving a new toy, his face brimming with exhilaration.

Yet this scene sent chills down the spines of the surrounding elders.

“Oh no, is this old fellow itching for a fight again? Last time, I heard he nearly sent an old man to the ICU, hanging by a thread…”

“Exactly! We must notify his grandson immediately, or something terrible will happen!”

“I say, Elder Long, please don’t cause another major incident…”

…

Elder Pan grew furious at their remarks, his beard bristling as he glared: “None of your business!”

Even if Ye Kuang were foolish, the chaotic scene made it clear that Elder Long was no ordinary man.

A trace of doubt flickered in his eyes as he scrutinized the elder before him, yet he could detect nothing unusual.

If these elders weren’t joking, it meant Pan Long had reached a state of returning to simplicity—outwardly, it was nearly impossible to discern any clues.

But if they were joking, wasn’t it a bit exaggerated?

Thus, Ye Kuang found himself utterly perplexed.

Noticing the shift in his expression, Elder Pan swiftly changed the subject and got straight to the point: “Young friend, pay no mind to their nonsense. At first sight, I knew you were a golden scale, destined for greatness beyond the pond. How about we spar a few moves, grandfather and grandson?”

As he spoke, Elder Pan’s eyes suddenly gleamed with the thrill of a hunter spotting prey!

Yes, precisely that—the thrill of a hunter!

Seeing this, Ye Kuang instantly understood.

So, Elder Long was indeed as the others said—a master who concealed his depths.

Noting Ye Kuang’s silence, Elder Pan asked again: “Well?”

Hearing this, Ye Kuang also grew intrigued and couldn’t help but nod in agreement.

At this, the onlookers grew displeased, openly and covertly signaling to Ye Kuang with their eyes.

Their collective gaze unmistakably conveyed one message: “Young man, are you tired of living? Stop this immediately! Do you even understand?”Seeing this, Elder Pan rubbed his hands together repeatedly, like a Zhou Botong who had been forbidden from practicing martial arts for years—the moment his nature was unleashed, he became a completely different person!

“Kid, this old man is coming for you now!”