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

Dead silence.

A deathly silence, even more terrifying than when Lin Ye had made his move, enveloped the entire area in front of Chongyang Palace.

The wind stopped.

The clouds have stopped.

Even the chirping of birds in the mountains seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand, disappearing without a trace.

Ma Yu and Qiu Chuji exchanged a glance.

With just a glance, in the blink of an eye, a sinister yet incredibly effective plan was formed.

They are the true masters of the martial arts world and the leaders of all Taoist sects.

Losing in martial arts is not terrible.

What they lost was a divine skill that had been lost for a hundred years; it's not shameful.

But the reputation of the Quanzhen Sect cannot be lost.

The status of the Quanzhen Sect in the martial arts world must not be shaken.

Lin Ye must be nailed to the pillar of shame.

Since we cannot punish him with force, we will use morality.

Using the "righteousness" that no one in the world can refute!

Ma Yu slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the shock and dejection in his cloudy eyes were gone. In their place was a deep sorrow, a compassion that seemed to have seen through a shocking conspiracy.

He didn't look at Lin Ye, but instead looked at Guo Jing in the crowd.

"Guo Jing".

His voice wasn't loud, but it had a strange penetrating power, clearly reaching everyone's ears.

Guo Jing was taken aback, and subconsciously clasped his hands in greeting: "Master Ma."

"Your defense of Xiangyang against Meng Gu makes you a great hero for the country and its people." Ma Yu's voice was filled with praise and solemnity. "Do you know why the martial arts world of the Central Plains has been able to repeatedly thwart the schemes of Meng Gu's masters?"

Without hesitation, Guo Jing declared loudly, "It is entirely thanks to the united efforts of all martial arts practitioners that we have been able to resist foreign aggression!"

"Well said!"

Ma Yu suddenly raised her voice, her tone filled with heartache, "It's about working together! But what if there's a traitor among us?"

A traitor?

These two words, like a poisonous thorn, pierced the hearts of everyone present.

Guo Jing, in particular, immediately changed his expression. The people he hated most in his life were traitors who sold out their country for personal gain.

All eyes followed Ma Yu's gaze as it slowly moved.

Finally, the image focuses on that solitary young man.

Lin Ye.

Qiu Chuji took a step forward, his already fiery temper now seeming to transform into a tangible flame. He pointed at Lin Ye, his fingers trembling violently with extreme rage, his voice hoarse, filled with a blood-and-tears accusation.

"Lin Ye! You treacherous traitor with wolfish ambitions!"

This shout was like a thunderclap from a clear sky.

"How long are you going to keep up this act?!"

Qiu Chuji's eyes were bloodshot, as if they were about to bleed. He pointed at Lin Ye and then scanned the entire room. Every word he uttered seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Everyone! You've all been fooled! What descendant of the Dali Duan family? It's all a lie! A colossal lie!"

Zhu Ziliu's expression changed, and he said urgently, "Master Qiu, what do you mean by this? Young Hero Lin's martial arts..."

"Martial arts?" Qiu Chuji smiled bitterly, his laughter filled with grief and self-mockery. "Yes, such powerful martial arts! So powerful that even we, the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, are far inferior! But have you ever considered that Lin Ye was just an unknown nobody who had been in the Quanzhen Sect for three years? Three years ago, he couldn't even master the most rudimentary internal energy cultivation; he was a piece of trash that anyone could bully!"

Upon hearing this, some Quanzhen disciples in the crowd who had seen Lin Ye before nodded subconsciously.

That's right.

Three years ago, Lin Ye was indeed a good-for-nothing.

"How could he have undergone such a complete transformation in just three years?!" Qiu Chuji's voice was stern, each word striking a chord in everyone's hearts. "What nonsense about a miraculous encounter? What about the legacy of the Duan family? I'll tell you the truth!"

"The truth is, he had already sided with the Menggu Tartars!"

boom!

The crowd erupted in uproar.

This accusation is a hundred times more terrifying than the "Six Meridian Divine Sword" just now!

"His unorthodox martial arts are not the righteous teachings of the Central Plains at all. Rather, they are the monster born from the likes of the Golden Wheel Monk, the National Preceptor of Menggu, who collected all the extraordinary skills in the world and combined them with the evil arts of Tantric Buddhism!"

"He infiltrated my Quanzhen Sect, ostensibly to learn martial arts, but in reality to gather intelligence on the strengths and weaknesses of the Central Plains martial arts world! Now that he has gained enough power, he can't wait to jump out, first killing my disciples, then using divine skills as a pretext to intimidate and gain trust, all for the sake of becoming the leader of the entire Central Plains martial arts world!"

"When Meng Gu's army marches south, he will raise his arms and, with the help of those inside and outside, wipe us all out! At that time, Xiangyang will fall, the country will be destroyed, and our families will perish, all because of this traitor!"

Qiu Chuji's words were like buckets of dirty water, no, poisonous water, splashed all over Lin Ye's face.

He spoke so truthfully.

The grief and indignation, the hatred for one's country and family, the heartache and indignation were so intense that they brought tears to the eyes of anyone who heard them.

No one doubted it.

Because he was Qiu Chuji, the man of Changchun, a chivalrous hero who kept his word and traveled to the desert.

His reputation is of paramount importance in the martial arts world.

Furthermore, his words perfectly explained all the "irrationality" about Lin Ye.

Why can a useless person soar to great heights?

—Because of the evil magic from beyond the realm that stimulates the growth!

Why is his martial arts so strange and domineering?

—Because they are evil and heretical!

Why did he have to appear at this particular time?

—Because Meng Gu was about to invade the south, he was the vanguard of the infiltration!

Logically, a perfect closed loop.

The motive is obvious.

The awe, curiosity, and envy I had felt towards Lin Ye before vanished instantly in the face of the words "Menggu spy," transforming into the most primal and intense hatred.

That was a tragedy for the nation and its people.

It's an animosity etched into everyone's bones.

"So he's Meng Gu's lackey!"

"I knew it! Where in the Central Plains could you find such a young master!"

"Kill him! Eliminate this scourge from the martial arts world!"

"Traitorous dog! Everyone has the right to kill him!"

Insults and curses surged towards Lin Ye from all directions like a raging tide, threatening to completely overwhelm him.

Zhu Ziliu, who had been so respectful to him just moments before, now stood frozen in place, his face deathly pale. He looked at Qiu Chuji, then at Lin Ye, his mind a complete mess. He couldn't believe it, yet he couldn't find any reason to refute it.

Huang Rong frowned deeply. She tugged at Guo Jing's sleeve and whispered, "Brother Jing, something's wrong. They...they're forcing him."

She was incredibly intelligent and almost immediately sensed a conspiracy.

The Seven Masters of Quanzhen, unable to defeat Lin Ye, resorted to this kind of morally reprehensible argument to kill him.

It's too cruel.

That's incredibly effective.

However, her words came too late.

Guo Jing's body was already trembling slightly.

It's not fear.

It's anger.

A boundless rage of being deceived and betrayed.

His chest heaved violently, and his tiger-like eyes were bloodshot.

He remembered his mother, who had died tragically outside the yurt.

I thought of those brothers who died on the walls of Xiangyang.

It reminded me of the countless people who were displaced, whose families were torn apart, and who lost their lives.

Menggu.

These two words are the deepest scar in his heart, the destiny he must fight against for the rest of his life.

And now, a traitor from Menggu, a spy disguised as a Han Chinese and possessing unparalleled martial arts skills, is standing right in front of him.

This person had just displayed such incredible martial arts skills that he felt genuine admiration for him.

This admiration, after Qiu Chuji's words, turned into doubled disgust and shame.

He felt like a fool.

He didn't listen to a word of Huang Rong's reminder.

All he saw was Qiu Chuji's grief-stricken face.

All he heard was the angry roar of the crowd around him, filled with righteous indignation.

All he could smell was the nauseating stench of a "traitor" in the air.

He abruptly broke free from Huang Rong's hand and strode out, each step seeming to tread on everyone's heartbeat.

He pushed through the crowd and walked up to Lin Ye, standing no more than three feet apart.

Those eyes, once filled with honesty and integrity, now held only icy killing intent and utter despair.

"Rong'er said that she wants me to come and learn martial arts from you."

Guo Jing's voice was hoarse, like two rough stones rubbing against each other; every word was as heavy as a mountain.

She said, "Your martial arts skills might be able to contribute to Xiangyang and the Song Dynasty."

He stared intently at Lin Ye, the bloodshot veins in his eyes becoming increasingly ferocious.

"I believe it."

"I even think, with a young hero like you, how could the martial arts world of the Central Plains possibly lack successors?"

"But I didn't expect..."

Guo Jing's voice suddenly rose, turning into a thunderous roar that shook the entire valley.

"You're actually a spy for Menggu!"

This question is not a doubt.

It is a trial.

It is a verdict.

Lin Ye looked at him quietly.

Looking at this man, who was hailed as the "greatest of heroes," he saw him looking at him with the eyes of someone who had killed his father.

He could feel the palpable killing intent emanating from Guo Jing, like a raging storm, crashing against him wave after wave.

He could feel thousands upon thousands of gazes, mixed with contempt, hatred, and resentment, coming from all directions, like countless steel needles, trying to pierce him with holes.

He became an isolated island.

An isolated island completely surrounded by an ocean of hatred.

The Seven Masters of Quanzhen's scheme was ten thousand times more ruthless than he had imagined.

They didn't attack his martial arts skills, but instead directly destroyed the foundation upon which he stood on this land.

They turned him into someone "not of our kind".

Lin Ye's lips suddenly twitched slightly upwards.

That wasn't a laugh.

It was an arc that was both utterly absurd and utterly cold.

He didn't say anything.

Because he knew that in the face of such overwhelming public opinion, any explanation would be futile.

The more you try to explain, the more they'll believe you're guilty.

Can you provide evidence?

They'll say you forged it.

You remain silent?

They would say that you're admitting it.

One mouth can't out-argue a thousand mouths.

Then let's have a bloodbath!

Especially when all those millions of mouths are dominated by the same fanatical emotion.

In Guo Jing's eyes, his silence was the most shameless admission.

Guo Jing's fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

"My mother died at the hands of the Menggu people."

He spoke slowly and deliberately, as if he were telling a story or making a vow.

"My masters, five of the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan, also died at their hands."

"I, Guo Jing, am mortal enemies with the Mongol Tartars!"

"you……"

He slowly raised his hand, pointing to Lin Ye's brow.

Damn it.