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

"you!"

Qiu Chuji and the others were struck dumb, their faces turning deathly pale instantly.

This is the biggest scar of the Quanzhen School, a pain that will never fade in their hearts!

In order to preserve their lineage, they had no choice but to accept the investiture from the Mongols, which was no secret in the martial arts world, yet no one dared to mention it in public.

Today, however, Lin Ye, this "traitor," has so blatantly and bloodily exposed this truth in front of all the heroes of the world!

"What about me?"

Lin Ye's eyes were as cold as ice. "You can bow down to the enemy to 'preserve the orthodox tradition,' and Guo Jing can betray his principles for the sake of 'the people of the Song Dynasty.' So what's wrong with me fighting back against a scumbag who wants to kill me in order to survive and avoid being bullied?!"

"Why is what you do considered 'righteous,' while what I do is considered 'treasonous'?!"

"Just because you outnumber us? Just because you have a big reputation? Just because you hold the power to interpret 'rules' and 'morality'?!"

"This is... utterly ridiculous!"

Lin Ye's words were like a series of resounding slaps to the face of every "righteous person" present.

They were speechless, looking at each other in bewilderment, and none of them could refute them.

Because they found that Lin Ye's words made sense.

At this moment, a visible crack appeared in the seemingly indestructible "Justice League".

The ever-silent Little Dragon Girl quietly looked at Lin Ye beside her.

She couldn't understand those complicated concepts of "righteousness," "gratitude and resentment," and "family and country."

But she could sense the arrogance, the indomitable spirit, and the domineering aura of defying the entire world emanating from Lin Ye at that moment.

She thought he looked even better now than before.

Her grip on the sword hilt tightened.

No matter what he says, no matter who is right or wrong.

She would always stand with him.

Let's swat the flies together.

Just as the dam of this debate between good and evil was about to collapse, a sharp voice tore through the stagnant air.

"evil creature!"

Zhao Zhijing squeezed out from behind the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, his face contorted with jealousy and resentment, turning purple.

He saw the opportunity: the commanders were enraged, and Guo Daxia's stance wavered. This was the perfect chance for him to show his loyalty and step on Lin Ye to rise to power!

He took two steps forward, pointed at Lin Ye's nose, and feigned righteous indignation, but in reality, his voice betrayed a smug, petty smugness: "I taught you my master's skills, yet I've produced such a treacherous and deceitful wretch as you! It's all my fault, Zhao Zhijing! I was blind back then, failing to eliminate this scourge sooner! Today, I will cleanse the sect, act on behalf of Heaven, and slay this vile creature!"

He spoke with great passion, describing himself as a tragic hero burdened with heavy responsibilities.

Lin Ye didn't even bother to glance at him.

The gaze passed over Zhao Zhijing's clown-like face and landed in the distance.

He saw those young Quanzhen disciples carrying buckets of dark brown kerosene, mechanically and numbly pouring them one bucket after another onto the stone gate of the ancient tomb and onto the surrounding vegetation.

The pungent smell of oil mingled with the cool mountain breeze, creating an absurd and malevolent odor.

They're going to burn this place down.

They burned down Little Dragon Girl's house.

They burned down the only pure land where she had grown up.

A chilling killing intent rose inch by inch from Lin Ye's spine, instantly engulfing his limbs and bones.

That wasn't rage, but an extreme, calm hatred that wanted to crush everything in front of it to dust.

He finally turned his head slowly, his gaze like two icicles coated with cold poison, nailing into Zhao Zhijing's face.

"Acting on behalf of Heaven?"

Lin Ye laughed, a laugh devoid of any warmth, filled only with endless mockery and contempt. "Zhao Zhijing, you dare to challenge me?"

Zhao Zhijing felt a chill run down his spine under his gaze, but he still stubbornly retorted, "You...you traitor, you dare to be so defiant even when you're about to die!"

"Am I being stubborn?"

Lin Ye's voice suddenly rose, booming like thunder in everyone's ears, "Zhao Zhijing, I'm asking you! Is it true that you embezzled money from the temple's incense offerings every month, deducting from the younger disciples' monthly allowances to squander?!"

Zhao Zhijing's face turned pale instantly.

"You...you're talking nonsense!"

He stammered, his eyes darting around nervously, especially avoiding eye contact with his senior uncles.

He did this extremely discreetly, that good-for-nothing...

How did this traitor know?!

Lin Ye gave him no chance to breathe, pressing him relentlessly, his voice growing increasingly cold and sharp: "Is it true that you secretly resold the precious medicinal herbs offered by believers, using the money to drink and gamble down the mountain?!"

"I didn't! You're making false accusations!"

Zhao Zhijing was almost screaming; cold sweat had soaked through his Taoist robe.

He felt countless gazes around him, suspicious, scrutinizing, and disdainful, pricking him like needles.

"No?"

"Last December, didn't you pawn the alchemy cauldron passed down by Patriarch Wang Chongyang for three hundred taels of silver, just to give as a gift to an official from Mongolia and obtain the empty title of 'Protector of the Faith'?!"

boom!

If the previous words only embarrassed Zhao Zhijing, this last sentence was like a bolt of lightning that struck the heads of all the high-ranking members of the Quanzhen Sect!

"What?!"

"The alchemical furnace?!"

Ma Yu, Tan Chuduan, Liu Chuxuan, and the others could no longer remain calm. They all gasped in surprise, their eyes sharp as knives, instantly focusing on Zhao Zhijing's deathly pale face.

Relics of Master Wang Chongyang!

That was more than just a pill-making cauldron; it was the face of the Quanzhen School and a symbol of the transmission of its Taoist tradition!

Zhao Zhijing's legs went weak, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

He looked at Lin Ye, his eyes filled not only with fear but also with incomprehensible resentment.

How could he have known!

How could he possibly know so much!

This matter is known only to Heaven and Earth, and only to him and that Mongolian official!

"That's not all,"

Lin Ye's gaze shifted from Zhao Zhijing, slowly sweeping over the ashen faces of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen. His voice became heavy and mournful, as if tolling the death knell for the most powerful sect in the world: "Zhao Zhijing is nothing more than a copycat."

"Your Quanzhen Sect is rotten to the core!"

"You receive salaries from the Song Dynasty court, claiming to protect the country and its people. Yet, you turn around and bow and scrape to the Mongol princes and nobles, accepting their 'donations' of ten thousand taels of gold, all under the guise of 'education for all' and 'civilizing the barbarians'!"

"Half of the money in your Taoist temple comes from the blood and sweat of the people of the Song Dynasty, and the other half comes from the Mongol butchers who are preparing to march south and slaughter the people of the Song Dynasty!"

"Every bite of food you eat, every piece of clothing you wear, every penny you spend is stained with blood! Half of it is the blood of your own people, and the other half is the blood of the enemy!"

Lin Ye's voice echoed on the summit of Zhongnan Mountain. Each word was like a heavy iron hammer, slamming down on the plaque of the Quanzhen Sect, causing the eight characters "The True Sect of the Mysterious Path" to crack and teeter on the verge of collapse.

"Tell me, what's this called?!"

"Is this what you call 'righteousness'?!"

"fart!"

Qiu Chuji's eyes were bloodshot, his beard and hair bristled, and he could no longer suppress the surging blood in his chest. He took a step forward, and his long sword was drawn with a clang, pointing directly at Lin Ye.

"Shut up! You utterly nonsensical demon!"

Qiu Chuji's eyes were so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

Lin Ye's words were like daggers, tearing away their last shred of dignity.

Bowing down to the Mongols was to preserve the sect's traditions; accepting money from the Mongols was to maintain the sect's operation...

These excuses, which they had long since adopted as a unified narrative to numb themselves, appeared so pale, ridiculous, and filthy under Lin Ye's naked analysis!

He couldn't let Lin Ye continue talking.

If he continues, the Quanzhen Sect's century-old reputation will be ruined today!

"Lin Ye! Stop spreading rumors and distorting the truth!"

Qiu Chuji's voice boomed like a bell, attempting to drown out everything with its volume: "Our Quanzhen Sect stands tall and upright, with a clear conscience! Who in the world doesn't know of Patriarch Wang Chongyang's righteous act of resisting the Jin? We, the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, have inherited our Patriarch's legacy, wholeheartedly devoted to the country—heaven and earth can bear witness to this!"

"For the country?"

Lin Ye looked at him, his eyes filled with pity, as if looking at a pathetic wretch who was stubbornly clinging to his delusions. "Qiu Chuji, how dare you utter those two words?"

"Why would I be embarrassed to say it?!"

Qiu Chuji roared.

"Okay, then I'll ask you a question."

Lin Ye held up one finger. "Back then, you made a bet with the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan at Zuixianlou, agreeing to find the descendants of the Guo and Yang families, teach them martial arts, and then order them to compete at Zuixianlou in Jiaxing eighteen years later. Is that true?"

Qiu Chuji was taken aback, then subconsciously replied, "Of course! This is precisely the righteous act of those of us who cherish the memory of our deceased friends!"

"A righteous act?"

Lin Ye sneered, "For a bet with you, for a moment of impulsiveness, Guo Jing went to the desert, grew up in a Mongolian tribe, recognized a traitor as his father, and learned Mongolian kung fu! Yang Kang, on the other hand, was born into the Zhao Prince's mansion, lived a life of luxury, and survived under the protection of the Jurchens, having long forgotten who he was!"

"Your so-called 'righteous act' has turned the descendants of loyal officials into a prince consort of an enemy state and a traitor who sold out his country! Is this your Quanzhen Sect's 'wholehearted service to the nation'?!"

"you……!"

Qiu Chuji felt a lump in his throat, his face turning red.

This matter had always been a hidden pain in his heart, and clear evidence of his reckless actions. Now that Lin Ye had exposed it in public, it was as if he had been slapped hard across the face.

"What about me?"

Lin Ye raised a second finger. "In your quest to find the descendants of Yang Tiexin and his wife, you chased them all the way to the Zhao Prince's mansion, engaging in a fierce battle with Wanyan Honglie's elite troops. You certainly got your revenge, but after you escaped, Wanyan Honglie burned Master Jiao Mu's Fahua Temple to the ground, and all the monks were massacred! You saved people, but you caused the deaths of even more innocent ones! Qiu Chuji, is this the 'chivalry' you speak of?!"