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

"I...I was..."

Qiu Chuji's lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a single word.

He was filled with remorse when he learned of the tragedy at Fahua Temple, but such an old story was unknown to anyone except a few people involved. How did Lin Ye know about it?!

"At the time, you were only thinking about your own glory, only about killing Duan Tiande; you didn't care about the lives of others!"

Lin Ye's voice was emotionless, like a judge reading out charges: "You have a violent temper, act rashly, are two-faced, yet you always love to stand on your moral high ground and point fingers at others! You talk about national righteousness, but all you care about is your own reputation and the prestige of the Quanzhen Sect!"

"First, a bet made on your own initiative ruined half the lives of the Guo and Yang families! Then, you misjudged people, taking Yang Kang into your fold, leading him to recognize a traitor as his father, aiding and abetting evil, and ultimately dying a tragic death! Now, for the death of a despicable man like Yin Zhiping, and for the sake of your Quanzhen Sect's laughable reputation, you're going to burn down the ancient tomb, kill me, and even force Miss Long to her death!"

Lin Ye took a step forward, his momentum like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing, causing Qiu Chuji to unconsciously take a half step back.

"Qiu Chuji, I'll ask you one more time!"

"Who exactly is distorting the truth?!"

"Who exactly deserves to be killed?!"

Every word is like a knife, each cut drawing blood.

Qiu Chuji's hand holding the sword trembled violently. He wanted to refute, but found his mind blank.

Everything Lin Ye said was true; it was something he had done or was doing.

His chivalrous life, which he was so proud of, turned out to be a joke full of fallacies and selfishness under Lin Ye's analysis.

"Pfft—" A mouthful of blood suddenly spurted from Qiu Chuji's mouth, splashing onto the cold stone steps of Zhongnan Mountain, its crimson color glaringly bright.

He was so angry with Lin Ye that he vomited blood!

"Senior brother!"

"Senior Brother Qiu!"

Wang Chuyi, Hao Datong, and others were shocked and rushed over to support the swaying Qiu Chuji.

"You devil! You...you shut up!"

Wang Chuyi also had a fiery temper. When he saw his senior brother being humiliated and spitting blood, he immediately turned red in the eyes and pointed at Lin Ye, cursing him angrily.

Guo Jing also snapped out of his shock. He looked at the Taoist priest who was spitting blood, and then at the young man opposite him whose words were as sharp as knives. His mind was in complete turmoil.

The things Lin Ye said were about himself, about Yang Kang, and about Master Qiu's recklessness back then...

It turns out, it's all true.

The Taoist Master Qiu, whom he had always respected, and the Quanzhen School, which he considered a deity, were actually...

So that's how it is?

Is the "justice" he has always firmly believed in really so vulnerable?

As he watched the Quanzhen disciples still pouring kerosene into the ancient tomb, an unprecedented sense of bewilderment and nausea welled up inside him.

No matter what mistake Lin Ye made, burning down someone else's place of cultivation is hardly the behavior of a reputable sect.

How is this any different from those bandits and outlaws who burn, kill, and plunder?

Guo Jing clenched his fist.

For the first time, he began to waver about the purpose of his trip.

The ever-silent Little Dragon Girl watched all of this quietly.

She couldn't understand those complicated past events, such as the Guo family, the Yang family, the Jin Dynasty, and the Mongol Empire.

But she could understand it.

She saw that the man named Zhao Zhijing jumping around like an annoying monkey.

When she saw the white-bearded old Taoist priest, she couldn't win an argument with Lin Ye, so she got so angry that she vomited blood.

She also saw more people carrying foul-smelling black water, intending to burn down her house.

They are all flies.

A bunch of extremely annoying flies that want to destroy her and Lin Ye's world.

Her gaze grew even colder.

The veins on his hand, gripping the sword, were slightly visible.

As long as Lin Ye gives the order, or as long as those people dare to take another step forward, she will shut these flies up forever.

The entire summit of Zhongnan Mountain was deathly silent.

Only the sound of the wind and the distant splashing of kerosene by Quanzhen disciples remained.

The wind atop Zhongnan Mountain seemed to freeze at that moment.

The "whoosh" of kerosene being poured sets the stage for this absurd drama, both jarring and laughable.

Every Quanzhen disciple wore a face of blind fervor. What they were performing was not the evil act of burning down people's homes, but a sacred purification ritual.

Guo Jing clenched his fist tighter and tighter, his nails digging deep into his palm, but the stinging pain was nothing compared to the torment in his heart.

Lin Ye's question echoed repeatedly in his mind, each word like a heavy hammer striking the foundation of his beliefs built up over decades.

The Taoist priest he respected ruined the lives of two families because of a bet made out of personal selfishness.

The Yang Kang brothers, whom he once sympathized with, had grown up in such a distorted environment, gradually heading down a path of no return.

And now, for the death of a despicable person, and for the sake of the so-called face of the Quanzhen Sect, they are going to burn down this ancient tomb and force a woman who doesn't care about worldly affairs to her death.

justice……

Is this the justice he has been pursuing?

Guo Jing suddenly looked up at the young man standing alone.

Lin Ye's face was somewhat blurred in the mountain wind, but his eyes were surprisingly bright, able to see through the deepest hypocrisy in people's hearts.

At this moment, Guo Jing felt an unprecedented sense of alienation.

The black-and-white world of martial arts he knew was collapsing before his eyes, revealing the filthy flesh beneath.

In the midst of this deathly silence, a cacophony of voices and hurried footsteps rose from below the mountain path.

"Quick! I heard the Quanzhen Sect is executing a traitorous demon here!"

"The great hero Guo Jing is here too! This villain must be incredibly wicked!"

"To be able to get the Quanzhen Sect and Master Guo to join forces, this person is probably even more ruthless than Mei Chaofeng back in the day!"

Groups of martial arts practitioners, armed with various weapons, surged up the mountain, panting heavily.

Most of them came after hearing the Quanzhen Sect's "summoning order of the martial arts world," filled with excitement to help uphold justice and make a name for themselves.

When they saw the scene before them, they were all greatly encouraged.

Several of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, the great hero Guo Jing, and hundreds of Quanzhen disciples who were on high alert surrounded the small entrance to the ancient tomb.

And the only people they had to deal with were a young man and a woman dressed in white, whose beauty was otherworldly.

"Is this the demon Lin Ye?"

"How could someone who looks so ordinary commit such a heinous crime?"

"Don't be fooled by appearances! This boy was once a disciple of the Quanzhen School, but he betrayed his master and ancestors, and now he has even killed Daoist Yin Zhiping and is hiding in the Ancient Tomb to survive!"

Zhao Zhijing's voice rang out sharply. Seeing so many "reinforcements" arrive, he immediately straightened his back, believing that he was the one in charge of this trial.

The crowd erupted in uproar, with indignant curses rising and falling.

"So this is the kind of scum he is!"

"Killed Master Yin? That's an outrage against Heaven!"

"Burn the ancient tomb! Cut them both into a thousand pieces!"

The outcry grew louder and louder; these people had already confirmed Lin Ye's crimes and were just waiting to share in this feast of justice.

However, not everyone was blinded by this fervor.

At the edge of the crowd, a middle-aged scholar dressed in a clean Confucian robe, with a book and an iron pen hanging from his waist, frowned slightly.

Standing beside him was a lithe young woman carrying two swords on her back, a faint sneer playing on her lips.

"Scholar, what's the trick to it?"

The woman nudged the middle-aged scholar with her elbow and asked in a low voice.

Her nickname in the martial arts world is "Quick Blade Third Sister," because her temper is faster than a blade and her eyes are sharper than a blade.

The scholar, referred to as "the scholar," slowly shook his head, his gaze sweeping across the entire room.

He saw Qiu Chuji, who was so angry he vomited blood and his face was pale; he saw Wang Chuyi, who was furious but also secretly weak; he saw Guo Jing, who was struggling with a complex expression; and finally, his gaze fell on Lin Ye, who was being condemned by everyone.

"The trick? The trick is this: this play is probably not as simple as the Quanzhen Sect makes it out to be. My teacher once said that once you have power, endless desires will arise."

Zhu Ziliu said softly, "Look at Guo Jing's expression. Is he someone who came to uphold justice? He looks more like... a pitiful person whose faith has been shattered in public."

Quick-Knife Third Sister raised an eyebrow: "Does Master Yideng mean that the Quanzhen Sect is lying?"

The scholar was one of the four servants under Master Yideng. He was Zhu Ziliu from the Dali Kingdom. Master Yideng was also preparing to go to Zhongnan Mountain to try to stop the Mongols from moving south. Otherwise, the Song Dynasty would perish and Dali would not be able to survive alone!

At this moment, they were even more eager to see who Lin Ye, who dared to challenge the Quanzhen Sect, really was!