An unexpected encounter with the sleeping Little Dragon Girl leads to the annihilation of the Quanzh

Flying Bat Ke Zhen'e spoke coldly, his voice hoarse yet revealing an undeniable ruthlessness.

The patrons at the next table were startled by his sudden outburst. Seeing that he was blind, they were about to lash out, but when they met the murderous aura piercing through his empty eye sockets, they immediately fell silent.

Ke Zhen'e ignored the others.

He was only thinking that his seventh brother, Guo Jing, was on Zhongnan Mountain at that moment.

Jing'er was an upright person throughout her life and could not tolerate such wicked and wicked people.

He had met Yin Zhiping a few times, although his personality was a bit...

But ultimately, it's just a facade for the Quanzhen School.

To be brutally murdered by a third-generation disciple—what an utter disgrace!

Moreover, it also involves the Ancient Tomb Sect.

In Ke Zhen'e's mind, that place was not a good place.

"Demons and vixens, they're in cahoots!"

He slammed his iron staff down, and a spiderweb-like crack appeared in the hard bluestone floor.

"Once I've finished dealing with my current affairs, I'll definitely take a trip to Zhongnan Mountain!"

"I'll personally kill that little beast named Lin Ye and rid the martial arts world of this scourge!"

……

Meanwhile, at Chongyang Palace in Zhongnan Mountain.

Inside the Sanqing Hall, the atmosphere was so heavy it was almost palpable.

The Seven Masters of Quanzhen sat on either side, with their leader, Ma Yu, in the main seat, his expression solemn.

In the center of the main hall stood a burly, square-faced middle-aged man.

It was none other than Guo Jing, the "Northern Hero".

"Senior Brother Ma Yu, fellow Daoists!"

Guo Jing's voice was as loud as a bell, resounding throughout the hall.

His thick eyebrows were furrowed, and his eyes burned with raging anger.

Guo Jing believed that this matter must not be tolerated!

"Lin Ye betrayed his sect and committed murder, a heinous crime! Now he hides in an ancient tomb, associating with a demoness, a disgrace to our righteous path!"

His fists clenched so tightly they cracked, and he was about to rush down the mountain and blast a huge hole in the Tomb of the Living Dead.

In his view, things were simple and straightforward.

Bad people should be killed.

Lin Ye is a bad person, so he must die.

The rules of the Ancient Tomb Sect and the influence of the martial arts world were not within his consideration.

All he knew was that good will always triumph over evil, and that was the natural order of things!

"In my opinion, we should immediately gather manpower, launch a full-scale attack on the ancient tomb, capture Lin Ye, and bring him to justice!"

Every word Guo Jing spoke was resounding and filled with unquestionable righteousness.

"Master Guo is absolutely right!"

Qiu Chuji, the hot-tempered scholar, slammed his hand on the armrest and stood up abruptly.

His face flushed red, a mixture of anger and embarrassment.

Yin Zhiping was his disciple, and Zhao Zhijing was also his disciple.

Now that one has been killed and the other severely injured, his reputation as a master has been utterly disgraced!

"If this villain is not eliminated, how can our Quanzhen Sect maintain its reputation? What will our fellow practitioners in the martial world think of us?"

"Master, let's not hesitate any longer! A full-scale attack on the ancient tomb is imperative!"

"That's right! Kill that little beast!"

Yu Yangzi Wang Chuyi was also an impatient person, and immediately chimed in to agree.

For a time, shouts of fighting and killing filled the hall.

Only the sect leader, Ma Yu, remained seated and unmoved.

His brows were furrowed, and his fingers unconsciously stroked the wooden handle of the whisk.

[Ma Yu's Perspective] Sigh...

Guo Jing was unparalleled in chivalry, yet his understanding of things was far too simplistic.

Junior Brother Qiu has a fiery temper and only wants to avenge his previous humiliation.

But have they ever considered what the Tomb of the Living Dead is?

That was the place where the patriarch Lin Chaoying practiced her spiritual cultivation.

Wang Chongyang, the founder of the Quanzhen School, felt guilty towards it throughout his life.

If we, the younger generation of disciples, were to mobilize a large force and launch a forced attack on the ancient tomb, how would we face our ancestors in the afterlife?

Furthermore, the Ancient Tomb Sect has always been isolated from the world, and I have heard of that Miss Long; she doesn't concern herself with worldly affairs.

She may not know about Lin Ye's affairs; perhaps she was simply deceived.

If we rashly launch a strong attack and harm innocent people, wouldn't our Quanzhen Sect be seen as bullying others by relying on its power?

The key is……

That Lin Ye.

How could an unknown third-generation disciple so easily kill Yin Zhiping?

How could we possibly inflict a serious blow on Zhao Zhijing?

This matter is strange in every way.

Before you have a clear understanding of his background, you must not act rashly.

"Fellow disciples, Master Guo, please calm down."

Ma Yu finally spoke, his voice steady and calm, suppressing the commotion in the hall.

"There are still many doubts about this matter. Why did Lin Ye's martial arts suddenly improve so much? Is there another hidden story behind Junior Nephew Yin's death? It is not advisable to make a big fuss before everything is clear."

"Master, brother!"

Qiu Chuji grew anxious. "The evidence and witnesses are all there! What's the point of investigating further? If we continue investigating, the Quanzhen Sect will be utterly disgraced!"

"Junior Brother Hao, what do you think?"

Ma Yu ignored Qiu Chuji and instead turned his gaze to Hao Datong, the usually composed Guangningzi.

Hao Datong pondered for a moment, then cupped his hands and said, "Senior Brother's concerns are quite valid. The ancient tomb is riddled with traps, and we would likely gain nothing if we rashly ventured in. Moreover, Lin Ye's strength is unpredictable, so we must be cautious."

He paused, then added, "In my opinion, it would be better to try diplomacy first, then force. Send someone to the ancient tomb to deliver a formal letter, demanding that they hand over Lin Ye. If they refuse to cooperate, then we can make further plans; it won't be too late. In this way, we will also be in the right in terms of chivalry."

"Nonsense!"

Qiu Chuji was so angry he puffed out his beard and glared at her. "What kind of chivalrous code is this, talking to a murderer and a vixen!"

Guo Jing also frowned, clearly disapproving of this indecisive approach.

In his view, the most direct and forceful means should be used to deal with evil people.

The atmosphere inside the hall became tense once again.

The Seven Masters of Quanzhen each had their own agendas.

Qiu Chuji and Wang Chuyi advocated for war in order to avenge their past humiliation and uphold the prestige of their sect.

Ma Yu and Hao Datong prioritized stability, out of consideration for their master's reputation and also to ascertain Lin Ye's true strength and weaknesses and avoid risks.

The remaining Tan Chuduan, Liu Chuxuan, and Sun Bu'er remained silent, observing the situation.

They have their own scales in their hearts, but they are unwilling to easily take sides at this moment.

Just when the internal divisions were escalating and no one could convince the other.

"Report—!"

A young Taoist novice rushed into the main hall in a panic and knelt down with a thud.

"Reporting to the Sect Leader, esteemed masters, and Hero Guo! Prince Huodu and Darba, disciples of the Mongol National Preceptor Golden Wheel Dharma King, have come to pay their respects!"

"What?"

Everyone in the hall was startled.

Mongol?

What are they here for?

Guo Jing's face instantly darkened.

Having guarded Xiangyang for many years, he was well aware of the Mongols' wolfish ambitions.

These people would never visit the temple without a reason.

"Let them in!"

Ma Yu's eyes narrowed, and he gave the order in a deep voice.

Soon, two figures entered the Sanqing Hall, one after the other.

The man at the head of the group, holding a white jade folding fan, with a handsome face and dressed in brocade robes, was none other than the Mongol prince, Khodu.

Behind him followed an exceptionally tall and robust monk, holding a golden vajra; this was Darba.

Huo Du walked into the main hall, his gaze sweeping lightly over the Seven Masters of Quanzhen before finally settling on Guo Jing, a contemptuous smile playing on his lips.

"Little Wang Huo Du greets all the Taoist masters of the Quanzhen Sect, and... Guo Jing, the great hero Guo."

He deliberately emphasized the words "Master Guo," his tone filled with undisguised provocation.

Ma Yu remained calm and composed: "I was unaware of the prince's presence. What brings you here?"

With a "whoosh," Huo Du opened his folding fan, gently waving it as he slowly and deliberately said, "I have come here to bring you all a bright path. Now, our Great Mongol Empire is renowned throughout the world, and our rule over the Central Plains is ordained by Heaven. My master, the Golden Wheel Dharma King, and the Great Khan both greatly admire the Taoist magic and martial arts of the Quanzhen School."

He paused, his eyes sharpening.

"As long as the Quanzhen School submits to my Great Mongolia and adopts its Master as the state religion, the Great Khan guarantees that the Quanzhen School will enjoy unparalleled glory, and the status of all its Taoist masters will far surpass what it is today!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire hall fell into a deathly silence.

Then, the volcano erupted in fury!

"presumptuous!"

Qiu Chuji was the first to slam his fist on the table and stand up, his beard and hair bristling, pointing angrily at Huo Du.

"Our Quanzhen Sect is the orthodox lineage of Taoism. Our patriarch Wang Chongyang dedicated his life to resisting the Jin dynasty. How could he possibly associate with barbarian invaders like you? You're simply dreaming!"