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

That shout of "Stop!" was like a dragon's roar from the heavens, making the entire summit of Zhongnan Mountain resonate.

Guo Jing's imposing figure, as tall as a mountain, carrying an unparalleled fierce aura, boldly stormed into the killing formation of "Seven Stars Gathering"!

He wasn't trying to break the formation, but rather using himself as a stake to forcefully wedge himself into the six constantly flowing energy connection points!

The powerful internal energy of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms is like a red-hot iron, scalding into ice and snow.

The invisible net woven from the energy of the Six Masters of Quanzhen was instantly thrown into chaos by his reckless "step"!

Ma Yu, Qiu Chuji, and the others all turned pale.

The "Seven Stars Gathering" they set up emphasized the harmonious integration of their energies, sharing life and death.

Guo Jing's kick landed squarely on the energy core of the formation. Although he didn't use any fancy techniques, his pure and extremely powerful internal energy acted like a boulder, blocking the flowing stream.

As the energy flowed in reverse, all six people felt a sudden tightness in their chests, as if they had been struck hard with a heavy hammer.

"Master Guo, what do you mean by this?!"

Ma Yu forcibly suppressed his churning blood and qi, his voice carrying a hint of shock, anger, and confusion.

He couldn't understand why Guo Jing, who had always respected the Quanzhen Sect, would so ruthlessly take action to protect a traitor at this critical juncture of purging the sect and facing life and death.

Guo Jing did not answer him.

His tiger-like eyes, burning with fierce anger, swept over Ma Yu, Qiu Chuji, Liu Chuxuan...

Every person's face.

His gaze wasn't sharp, but it was as heavy as a mountain, making people feel uneasy.

Those who were seen by him all felt a strange sense of guilt and subconsciously avoided his gaze.

Only Qiu Chuji remained defiant, glaring angrily, though a hint of panic lurked deep within his eyes.

Guo Jing's gaze finally settled on Lin Ye.

The young man stood there the whole time, as if everything before him had nothing to do with him.

His face showed no relief at surviving a disaster, no joy at receiving strong reinforcements, and not even hatred towards the Seven Masters of Quanzhen.

There is only one...

A profound, unfathomable calm, and a lingering sense of disappointment.

It's as if to say: You are nothing special.

That look fueled Guo Jing's anger even more.

He turned around abruptly and looked at Ma Yu again, his voice low but each word like thunder.

"Master Ma, Master Qiu!"

"I only have one question: what Brother Lin just said about Zhao Zhijing detaining his fellow disciples and Yin Zhiping coveting the Ancient Tomb Fairy..."

Guo Jing paused, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"...Yes, no, really?!"

He practically shouted the last four words.

That righteous aura, mixed with the fierce pressure of the Dragon Subduing Palm, echoed endlessly on the mountaintop, making people's eardrums ache.

The air seemed to freeze at that moment.

The faces of the six Quanzhen disciples turned extremely ugly.

They can call for Lin Ye's execution, using the righteous cause of "cleaning up the house" to cover up everything.

But they couldn't treat Guo Jing the same way.

This chivalrous hero, who guarded Xiangyang and whose fame spread throughout the land, represents the most simple yet unbreakable principles of morality in the martial arts world.

His questioning was a moral trial!

silence.

Dead silence.

Ma Yu's lips moved, but no sound came out.

recognition?

The Quanzhen Sect's centuries-old reputation will be destroyed today, witnessed by the greatest hero in the world!

As the leader, he will become the greatest sinner of the Quanzhen Sect!

You won't admit it?

Looking into Guo Jing's eyes, which were determined to get an answer, any weak explanation would only seem more hypocritical.

"Guo Jing!"

Ultimately, it was Qiu Chuji, with his fiery temper, who was the first to break the suffocating silence.

He pointed at Guo Jing, trembling with anger, his beard shaking.

"We've known each other for decades. Would you rather believe the one-sided story of a mere child than the character of us outsiders?! Who is he? He's a traitor who stole demonic arts and harmed his fellow disciples! How can his words be taken seriously?!"

He spoke these words with a stern tone, as if he had suffered a great injustice.

Guo Jing simply stared at him coldly, his gaze unwavering.

"I respect all the Taoist masters, but I respect the facts even more!"

"If you have nothing to hide, why don't you dare answer my question directly?!"

"If Zhao Zhijing is truly of good character, and Yin Zhiping is truly innocent, why are you in such a hurry... to kill him to silence him?!"

The words "murder to silence" were like a resounding slap across the face of the Six Masters of Quanzhen.

Their faces changed from white to green, then from green to purple in an instant—a truly spectacular sight.

Yes, if Lin Ye's words were false, why would they be so crazy?

Simply summon Zhao Zhijing, and the truth will come to light when the three parties confront each other.

But they didn't.

From the very beginning, they adopted a do-or-die stance, as if every extra moment Lin Ye lived was torture for them.

This irrational eagerness is itself the biggest flaw!

Seeing the speechless crowd, the last bit of respect Guo Jing had for the Quanzhen Sect began to crumble.

He recalled how, back in Mongolia, he had been misunderstood by the masters of the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan, and was unable to defend himself.

He understands best the pain and anger of being wronged and having the truth distorted!

At this moment, he felt the same way Lin Ye had been through!

A surge of chivalrous fervor rushed to Guo Jing's head, his chest heaving, and he was about to speak again to seek justice for Lin Ye.

"Master Guo!"

The sect leader, Ma Yu, who had been silent all along, finally spoke.

His voice was no longer as authoritative as before, but instead carried a deep weariness and heartache, as if it were bearing an immense burden.

"You...you've misunderstood us."

He looked at Guo Jing with a complex expression, a mixture of grief, indignation, helplessness, and above all, an indescribable sorrow.

"The reason we insist on killing this wicked child right here is not simply because he harmed his fellow disciples, nor is it to cover anything up..."

Ma Yu took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind, and said slowly and deliberately.

"...It's because he stole the most precious treasure of my Quanzhen Sect!"

boom!

Upon hearing this, not only Guo Jing, but also the other four disciples showed expressions of astonishment.

Clearly, these words were spoken on a whim by Ma Yu, without even being discussed with them.

But soon, Liu Chuxuan, Tan Chuduan and others realized what was happening, and the astonishment on their faces was quickly replaced by just the right amount of grief and indignation.

That's a perfect reason!

A reason that can override everything and allow the Quanzhen School to stand on the moral high ground again!

Only Qiu Chuji, after a brief moment of astonishment, showed a hint of humiliation in his eyes.

He never imagined that he, one of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, would have to resort to fabricating lies to deal with a third-generation junior!

But since things had come to this point, he had no choice but to protect the reputation of the Quanzhen Sect!

"good!"

Qiu Chuji suddenly took over the conversation, his voice even more impassioned than Ma Yu's, as if he wanted to transform all the pent-up frustration and humiliation in his heart into accusations against Lin Ye.

"Master Guo, you are unaware of this! Before betraying the sect, this scoundrel infiltrated the forbidden area of ​​our Chongyang Palace—the top floor of the Scripture Pavilion—and stole the sword personally forged by our patriarch, Master Wang Chongyang, as well as... and the manuscript of the 'Innate Skill' mental cultivation method revised by our patriarch in his later years!"

This lie, in Qiu Chuji's words, was quickly filled in and made complete, becoming vivid and real.

The sword of Patriarch Chongyang!

Manuscript of the Innate Skill Manual!

Either of these two things is enough to drive the entire martial arts world crazy!

Its significance far surpasses the sordid and shameful affair between Zhao Zhijing and Yin Zhiping!

"That sword and the cultivation manual are the foundation of our Quanzhen Sect; they must not be lost!"

"If such divine martial arts manuals fall into the hands of evil and heretical sects, they will surely unleash a catastrophe upon the martial world! How can we, as disciples of the Quanzhen Sect, face our ancestors in the afterlife?!"

"Master Guo!"

Qiu Chuji, tears streaming down his face, pointed at Lin Ye, his voice filled with anguish and indignation, "This wicked wolf has the heart of a villain, his crimes are heinous! We are hunting him down for the sake of the martial arts world, for the sake of the common people! You are a paragon of chivalry, are you going to aid and abet this evil, to associate with such a public enemy of the martial arts world?!"

His words were deeply moving and filled with righteous indignation.

Their ability to distort the truth was even more sophisticated than their swordsmanship.

The tense atmosphere instantly reversed.

The Quanzhen School of Taoism transformed from a suspect in a "murder to silence witness" case into a tragic hero who endured humiliation, pursued sacred artifacts, and rid the world of evil.

Guo Jing, on the other hand, transformed from a chivalrous hero who upheld justice into a fool who was ignorant of the truth and protected a great villain.

Guo Jing was somewhat stunned by this sudden and shocking revelation.

They stole the sword of Patriarch Chongyang and the manuscript of "Xiantian Gong".

This crime is a hundred or a thousand times more serious than any crime of harming fellow disciples!

If this is true, then the Quanzhen Sect's relentless pursuit of Lin Ye at all costs makes perfect sense.

He subconsciously turned to look at Lin Ye, his eyes filled with inquiry and confusion.

The Seven Masters of Quanzhen—no, now there are six—all focused their gazes on Lin Ye.

Their eyes were filled with smugness and malice.

Kid, let's see how you argue this time!

It's a fact that you secretly learned demonic skills, but now you've been accused of the heinous crime of stealing the ancestral master's sacred artifact. Let's see how Guo Jing can protect you!

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Lin Ye's reaction once again surprised everyone.

He was not panicked, not angry, and did not rush to defend himself.

He simply listened quietly to Qiu Chuji's "performance," the faint smile on his face never fading.

Only after Qiu Chuji finished his vehement accusations did he shake his head gently and slowly, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

He raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, as if he had seen something more interesting.

"A sword? A manuscript of martial arts techniques?"

Lin Ye repeated it in a low voice, his tone not like someone being slandered, but more like someone appreciating the taste of a dish.

"Master Ma, Senior Uncle Qiu."

He finally turned his gaze away and looked at the exasperated elders in front of him, the smile on his lips widening even further.

"You really went to great lengths to sentence me to death."

His voice was soft, yet like a needle, precisely piercing the enormous balloon that the Six True Immortals had inflated with lies.

"Even Patriarch Chongyang has been brought up."

"Unfortunately..."

Lin Ye drawled out his words, his dark eyes were terrifyingly clear, as if they could see right through people's hearts.

"...This is so obviously made up."

Ma Yu's heart sank suddenly.

Qiu Chuji was even more enraged: "You wretched child! You dare to be so stubborn even when you're about to die?!"

Lin Ye completely ignored his roar and continued, "As far as I know, after Patriarch Chongyang passed away, his sword was buried with him in the Tomb of the Living Dead. What, did the Patriarch himself climb out and deliver the sword to the top floor of the Scripture Pavilion, just so I could steal it?"

"As for the manuscript of 'Xiantian Gong'..."

Lin Ye's gaze swept over the six people, with a hint of pity.

"Nonsense!"

Hao Datong retorted sharply, "The patriarch's sword has clearly always been enshrined there..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ma Yu stopped him with a stern look.

I can't say any more!

The more you talk, the more mistakes you make!

None of them knew where the Chongyang Patriarch's sword was; they were just making things up!

Lin Ye's nonchalant attitude and confident tone made them feel guilty first!

Could it be that this kid actually knows some inside information?

Guo Jing stood aside, taking in everyone's expressions.

He saw clearly the panic and guilt of the six Quanzhen disciples in that instant.

Lin Ye's calm and composed demeanor was more like a reassuring pill.

A real thief who has stolen something would never react like this!

The scales in his heart tipped once again.

He looked at Ma Yu and asked in a deep voice, "Master Ma, is what Brother Lin said true?"

Fine beads of cold sweat had already seeped from Ma Yu's forehead.

He realized that he could not see through this disciple who he had once regarded as an ant.

Every word he uttered, every glance he gave, was like a sharp knife, always able to precisely dissect their most vulnerable points.

Trying to outsmart someone like that is just asking for humiliation!

"Nonsense!"

Ma Yu had no choice but to deny it, saying, "The patriarch's sword and manuscript are of utmost importance; how could they be buried with him? This scoundrel is clearly spouting lies to escape punishment!"

"Oh?"

Lin Ye smiled.

"In that case, why don't we ask Master Ma to open the restrictions on the top floor of the Scripture Pavilion so that Master Guo can go in and take a look?"

"Let's see if the so-called 'Master's Sword' and 'Innate Skill Manuscript' are still there."

"If he's gone, Lin Ye's head is here; you can do whatever you want with it."

"if……"

Lin Ye's gaze suddenly sharpened, like a drawn sword piercing straight into Ma Yu's heart.

"...These two things have never existed?"