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

As soon as Lin Ye finished speaking, the momentary deathly silence on the top of Zhongnan Mountain was suddenly disrupted by an invisible boulder, instantly stirring up a thousand waves.

The air freezes.

The wind stopped.

All eyes, like countless sharp arrows, were fixed on Ma Yu's face, which had become completely bloodless.

"yes……"

In the crowd, someone began to mutter to themselves in a dreamlike tone.

"Yeah, why don't we just open the door and see?"

The sound wasn't loud, but it was like a spark that instantly ignited the entire barren grassland.

"Master Ma! Young Hero Lin is absolutely right!"

A burly man wielding a nine-ringed saber shouted in a booming voice that made everyone's ears ring, "Whether it's true or false, you'll know once you open the Sutra Repository! We, the people of the martial world, value reason above all else!"

"That's right! If a treasure has truly been stolen, we are willing to lend the Quanzhen Sect a hand and capture this scoundrel! But what if... what if it's all just a fabrication..."

The man didn't finish his sentence, but the sarcasm in his eyes said it all.

"If you want to find fault, you can always find a pretext!" We all heard those eight words very clearly!

"The Quanzhen Sect is the orthodox sect of Taoism in the world; surely they wouldn't lack even this basic responsibility?"

Questions and probing remarks surged in from all directions like a tide, crashing against the taut nerves of the Six Masters of Quanzhen.

They felt as if they had been stripped naked and were standing bare on the judgment seat of the entire martial arts world.

Shame, anger, and a hint of unspeakable panic grew wildly in their hearts.

Qiu Chuji's face had turned a deep purplish-red, his chest heaving violently, and the knuckles of his hand gripping the sword hilt were white from excessive force.

He wanted to roar, to rush up and tear Lin Ye's calm and collected face to shreds.

But he can't.

Because Ma Yu was pressing down on his shoulder so hard it felt like he was going to crush his bones.

Ma Yu's palms were covered in cold sweat.

Open the door?

How do I open it?

What should we use to open it?

There are indeed restrictions on the top floor of the library, but they are symbolic and only meant to keep out honest people, not scoundrels.

Apart from a few neglected Taoist classics, all that remained inside was a thick layer of dust.

Forget about the patriarch's sword and the manuscript of "Xiantian Gong", there wasn't even a decent dagger!

Their intention in telling this lie was to use the prestige of Patriarch Chongyang and the weight of the Quanzhen Sect's most precious treasure to crush Lin Ye.

This would convince Guo Jing and all the heroes of the world that Lin Ye's astonishing martial arts skills were obtained through illegitimate means.

The more valuable the stolen goods, the greater the crime committed by a thief.

This is their most adept tactic as a prestigious and upright family—to occupy the moral high ground.

But despite their careful planning, they didn't anticipate that Lin Ye would act completely unpredictably.

He neither defended himself, denied it, nor panicked.

He directly undermined your efforts, demanding that you produce evidence.

Can't produce it?

Then you are making a false accusation.

A powerful figure in the martial arts world uses fabricated charges to frame a junior disciple...

Once this news gets out, the reputation that the Quanzhen Sect has built up over the past hundred years will be destroyed overnight!

Ma Yu's mind was racing, every thought teetering on the edge of a knife.

He couldn't admit it was fake, that would be tantamount to humiliating himself; nor could he open the library, that would be suicide in public.

"absurd!"

Finally, Ma Yu squeezed out two words through gritted teeth.

He forced himself to straighten his back, adopting the dignity of a sect leader, and his gaze swept over the faces around him, which were filled with doubt and inquiry.

"The Sutra Repository is a forbidden area of ​​our Quanzhen Sect, a place to enshrine the relics of our patriarchs. How dare you treat it like a marketplace where you can just look around as you please?!"

His voice was powerful and steady, conveying inner strength as he tried to regain control of the situation.

"not to mention!"

He abruptly changed the subject, pointing a sharp finger at Lin Ye, his voice stern, "This scoundrel is cunning and treacherous! Who knows if he's already used some kind of sorcery to hide the stolen treasure elsewhere, deliberately setting this trap to lure us in, so he can put on a show of 'the thief crying 'stop thief!' in front of all the heroes of the world!"

What a clever tactic of turning the tables!

Even Huang Rong, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but cheer in her heart.

This old Taoist priest has a thick skin and a quick reaction.

In an instant, the predicament of "not being able to produce evidence" was turned into "Lin Ye is too cunning and has already destroyed the evidence."

Sure enough, after Ma Yu finished speaking, the murmurs in the crowd subsided.

Some sect leaders who were on good terms with the Quanzhen Sect immediately echoed their sentiments.

"Master Ma is right! This young man possesses uncanny martial arts skills at such a young age, and his actions are so eccentric; we must be wary of him!"

"That's right! If he hadn't stolen the divine martial arts manual, how could a third-generation disciple have achieved his current level of cultivation? This simply doesn't make sense!"

Upon seeing this, Qiu Chuji was greatly encouraged and immediately followed. His voice was like thunder, filled with grief, indignation, and determination.

"Even if it costs our entire sect, we will never allow such a treacherous and ungrateful wretch to live in this world! His unorthodox martial arts are irrefutable proof! What other evidence do we need?!"

His bloodshot eyes glared as he surveyed his surroundings, his posture of wanting to perish together with Lin Ye was quite infectious.

yes……

This is the core contradiction.

Lin Ye's martial arts skills are too strong.

They're so strong it's unreasonable.

A disciple who was bullied and had mediocre talent was able to stand up to the Five Great Masters, who had been famous for decades, within a few months of betraying the sect.

How is that possible?

If it weren't for a fortuitous encounter, or the theft of some unparalleled martial arts technique, there would be no way to explain it.

As for the Quanzhen Sect, which he had once belonged to, it naturally became the prime suspect.

"If you want to find fault, you can always find a pretext."

Lin Ye didn't hear Qiu Chuji's roar at all, but simply repeated those eight words in a low voice.

He looked at the Six Masters of Quanzhen with a gaze that was not one of pity, but rather a deeper emotion, akin to sorrow.

"So, in the eyes of my senior masters, the Quanzhen Sect's martial arts techniques are the source of my skills?"

He slowly raised his right hand, then extended his index and middle fingers.

There was no earth-shattering momentum, nor any extraordinary phenomena.

He casually made a sweeping motion in the air towards a green stone about half a person's height next to him.

With a hiss, a slender, solid, and dazzling golden finger force silently pierced through the air.

That golden line looked harmless, even somewhat beautiful.

It swept across the bluestone without making a sound.

Then, to everyone's astonishment and disbelief, the hard bluestone was neatly split in the middle, the cut as smooth as a mirror, like tofu cut by the sharpest sword with the most exquisite swordsmanship.

The upper half of the stone slowly slid down and hit the ground with a dull thud.

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone stared intently at the smooth cut, feeling a chill rise from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.

What kind of fingering is this?

What kind of internal force is this?

To condense one's inner strength to such an extent, transforming it into an indestructible blade...

This is beyond their understanding of martial arts!

"Excuse me……"

Lin Ye's voice broke the deathly silence.

"Is this the Quanzhen Sect's 'One-Finger Divine Skill'?"

Although Duan's "One-Finger Divine Skill" is exquisite, it emphasizes using qi to generate force and striking acupoints to subdue the enemy.

Lin Ye's finger strike possessed destructive power that was utterly overwhelming, reaching a completely different level in terms of its application.

Lin Ye nodded and then looked away.

"That……"

He suddenly took a deep breath and slowly pushed out both palms.

This time, something happened.

"hold head high--!"

A high-pitched and resounding dragon roar, from the primordial wilderness, suddenly echoed through the sky!

Under the horrified gazes of everyone, two golden dragons made of pure qi roared out from Lin Ye's palms!

That's not a phantom!

The dragon scales, horns, and whiskers are depicted in exquisite detail, making them incredibly lifelike!

The golden light illuminated everyone's face, and the majestic, awe-inspiring, and domineering dragon's might made those with slightly weaker skills tremble in their knees and almost kneel down on the spot!

The two divine dragons circled and intertwined in mid-air, but instead of attacking anyone, they soared into the sky and crashed into a deserted cliff in the distance!

Boom—!

A deafening roar!

The entire Zhongnan Mountain seemed to tremble.

Smoke and dust billowed into the sky, and pebbles rained down.

When the smoke and dust cleared up, everyone looked closely and gasped in astonishment.

The cliff was blasted open with two huge holes. The rock walls around the holes were cracked and charred black, as if struck by lightning.

This……

Is this within the reach of human power?!

This is simply divine intervention!

Guo Jing's mouth opened so wide it could fit an egg.

He also knows the "Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms".

He was confident in his palm strength, believing he could easily split rocks and shatter stone tablets.

But compared to Lin Ye...

It's like the difference between a firefly and the bright moon!

His palm strike was "strike" out, while Lin Ye's palm strike was "alive"!

It's a real dragon!

"Excuse me……"

Lin Ye withdrew his palms, his breathing perfectly steady, having done something utterly insignificant.

"What kind of palm technique is this from the Quanzhen Sect?"