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

As for betraying one's master and ancestors...

"In your eyes, Master Guo, is the so-called 'master-disciple relationship' more important than the truth? Is the so-called 'rules of the martial world' more important than human justice? As long as you hold the title of 'master,' you can do whatever you want, wantonly trample on the dignity of others, while if a disciple resists even slightly, it is considered a heinous crime, unforgivable by heaven and earth?"

"Whose logic is this?! Is it your logic, Guo Jing's logic, or the logic of you so-called 'reputable sects'?!"

A barrage of questions rained down on Guo Jing like a storm.

Guo Jing was speechless when asked the question.

He had never thought about these things.

In his world, a master is a master, and a disciple is a disciple; respecting one's teacher is a matter of course.

As for whether the master was morally flawed...

He really hadn't thought about it.

Looking into Lin Ye's all-seeing eyes, a feeling unexpected arose within him...

shake.

Could there really be some hidden story behind this?

Could it be that I really...

wrong?

Do not!

impossible!

Guo Jing shook his head violently, trying to banish this wavering thought from his mind.

"Nonsense!"

Qiu Chuji, his beard and hair bristling, shouted sternly, "You silver-tongued wretch! Whatever wrong Zhijing may have done, the sect rules will deal with it! You, by taking matters into your own hands, have betrayed the sect! You are committing a heinous crime! Great Hero Guo, do not listen to his sophistry!"

"Yes! Don't listen to his excuses!"

Grasping at this straw, Zhao Zhijing screamed, "He's just holding a grudge! He's a born rebel! Kill him!"

The crowd stirred again.

Yes, even if Zhao Zhijing is wrong, it's not his place to lay a hand on him!

These rules cannot be broken!

Seeing the renewed anger in Guo Jing's eyes, Lin Ye's smile deepened and grew colder.

He knew that it was pointless to reason with these people whose minds were already bound by feudal ethics.

The only way is to defeat them using their own logic.

Use their most prized "morality" to nail them to the pillar of shame.

"Good, well said."

Lin Ye suddenly clapped his hands, the crisp sound echoing in the valley, sounding particularly jarring.

"Rules, morality, and status."

He suppressed his smile, his gaze turning deep, and said, word by word, "Guo Jing, since you enjoy talking about these things so much, then I'd like to ask you something as well."

All eyes were once again focused on the scene.

They wanted to see what other outrageous things this madman, facing certain death, could say.

Lin Ye's gaze, like the sharpest scalpel, slowly, inch by inch, scraped across Guo Jing's face, his body, and his soul.

"I'm asking you, where did you grow up?"

This question came out of nowhere, leaving everyone baffled.

Guo Jing was taken aback, and subconsciously replied, "...Mongolia."

"very good."

Lin Ye nodded, his voice calm yet carrying an inexplicable sense of pressure, "Who raised you and your mother?"

Guo Jing's expression was slightly unnatural. He remained silent for a moment before answering, "Yes... Temujin Khan."

How has Temujin treated you?

Lin Ye pressed for an answer.

"...a debt of gratitude as heavy as a mountain."

Guo Jing's voice lowered.

He thought of the man who treated him like his own son, and of the years spent on the grasslands, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

"He treated you like his own son, taught you military strategy, and bestowed upon you the title of Golden Sword Prince Consort, showering you with honors and favors. Your sworn brother, his son Tolui, was even more devoted to you, sharing life and death with you. Isn't this kindness and affection immense?"

Guo Jing clenched his fists but did not answer.

But his silence itself is the answer.

A cruel smile finally appeared on Lin Ye's lips.

This is the moment he's been waiting for.

He wanted to personally drag this revered hero Guo down from his pedestal and smash him to pieces!

"So what are you doing now?"

Lin Ye's voice suddenly turned stern, like the coldest ice in the deepest hell, instantly freezing the air in the entire valley!

"You defended Xiangyang, fighting against the Mongols, and turning against your former benefactors and brothers! You caused rivers of blood to flow, and families to be torn apart!"

"Guo Jing! I'm asking you again!"

Lin Ye took a sudden step forward, his imposing aura so powerful that it forced Guo Jing to involuntarily take a half-step back.

"Temujin has raised and nurtured you; wouldn't you consider him your 'teacher'?!"

"Your sworn brother Tolui is like a brother to you, wouldn't you consider him your 'kin'?!"

"You betrayed the Mongols who raised you, turned against your brothers who were like brothers to you, and left them to die on the battlefield! Doesn't this count as 'betraying your master and ancestors'?! Doesn't this count as 'disloyalty and unfilial piety'?! Doesn't this count as 'betrayal of trust and righteousness'?!"

"You—" Lin Ye stretched out his finger and pointed it directly at Guo Jing's forehead, using all his strength to shout out the last sentence.

"—Disloyal! Unfilial! Unkind! Unjust dog!!!"

boom--!!!

An invisible thunderclap exploded in everyone's mind!

At this moment, the entire world fell completely silent.

The wind stopped.

The birds have stopped chirping.

Everyone's breathing stopped.

them……

What did they hear?

Master Guo...

Yes……

Disloyal, unfilial, unkind, and unjust...

You dog?

This thought, like the most vicious curse, grew wildly in everyone's mind, making them feel cold all over, as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

Guo Jing froze completely.

The color drained from his face in an instant, leaving it as pale as paper.

"Disloyal...unfilial...unkind...unjust..."

He murmured those words over and over, his eyes unfocused, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Lin Ye's words were like a red-hot iron, branding him deeply into his soul, leaving a gaping, bloody hole in the very belief he had always been proud of, the very foundation upon which he stood!

yes……

I am defending my country, I am doing this for the millions of people of the Song Dynasty...

but……

The Great Khan's kindness to me...

The brotherhood of Tolui and Anda...

Are they all fake?

Must I abandon "minor righteousness" for the sake of "greater good"?

What is the difference between my "righteousness" and the "righteousness" Lin Ye speaks of?

I was right...

I was right...

But why...

Why does my heart ache so much...?

"I...I'm not..."

Guo Jing's lips trembled as he tried to explain, but he found that an invisible hand was tightly gripping his throat, preventing him from making any sound.

His pride and integrity crumbled completely under the impact of Lin Ye's piercing words.

He felt dizzy and his vision went black; his burly body seemed about to collapse.

"Master Guo!"

"Guo Jing!"

The Seven Masters of Quanzhen and the others finally snapped out of their shocking remark and rushed forward to support Guo Jing.

"Nonsense! Utter nonsense!"

Qiu Chuji trembled with rage, pointing at Lin Ye, his face turning purple: "You demon! How dare you spread heresy and mislead the public! Great Hero Guo is a great hero who stands tall and upright for the country and its people, how can you, a treacherous villain, slander him!"

"that is!"

Wang Chuyi was also furious. "The conflict between the Song and the Mongol dynasties is a matter of national enmity and personal hatred, a matter of righteousness! How dare you confuse it with personal favors? This is utterly turning black into white, and your intentions are despicable!"

Looking at their furious expressions, Lin Ye could only sneer inwardly.

Turning black into white?

Who is really distorting the truth?

He slowly scanned the entire room, taking in the shock, anger, confusion, and fear on everyone's faces.

This is exactly the effect he wanted.

He wanted to show these people how utterly vulnerable their belief in "justice" was.

"National vendetta? Or righteous indignation?"

Lin Ye chuckled softly, his voice low but sharp like a needle piercing the most sensitive nerves of everyone.

"That sounds nice. Then why does your Quanzhen Sect bow down to the Mongols? If Master Wang Chongyang knew this in the afterlife, what would he think if he saw you disciples and grand-disciples groveling before his lifelong enemy?"