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

That deathly silence was finally shattered by a loud shout.

The voice came from Qiu Chuji.

The deathly pallor of fear on his face was now burned a deep purple by extreme anger and humiliation.

The longsword in his hand hummed because of its owner's violent trembling, its tip pointing directly at Lin Ye, as if this could give him a tiny bit of courage.

"Ladies and gentlemen! You've all seen it!!"

Qiu Chuji's voice was hoarse, but he was giving it his all, like a cornered beast roaring in desperation.

"This wretched child! He admitted it! He confessed it himself! He wants to betray the Central Plains and join Menggu!"

His gaze swept frantically across the silent "martial arts practitioners" around him, trying to ignite the flame in their hearts that had long been extinguished by fear with words.

"Why did Master Guo take action? It was to cleanse the martial arts world of its filth and eliminate such scoundrels! Now that Master Guo has unfortunately fallen victim to this treacherous villain's scheme, how can we stand idly by?!"

He deliberately ignored the fact that Guo Jing was defeated by a fair and square palm strike, forcibly twisting it into a "treacherous attack." This was the only straw he could grasp at the moment, the only way to maintain the reputation of the Quanzhen Sect and the so-called righteous path.

"This scoundrel is already a spy from Menggu! His evil skills must have been taught to him by the people of Menggu! If we let him go today, Xiangyang will be in danger! The Great Song Dynasty will be in danger!"

These words finally stirred a slight commotion in the deathly silent crowd.

Yes, fear.

But deeper than fear, and more deeply rooted in their bones, is a sense of national duty and righteousness.

Some people gripped their weapons tightly, their eyes filled with fear mixed with a struggle and hostility as they looked at Lin Ye.

Seeing this, Qiu Chuji felt a glimmer of hope. He pressed his advantage, raising his arms and shouting, "Our Quanzhen Sect is mortal enemies with this scoundrel! I beseech all heroes to join us in this attack! Slay this villain! Avenge Master Guo! Eliminate this scourge from the martial world!!"

"Slay the traitor! Avenge Master Guo!"

"kill!"

With the Seven Masters of Quanzhen leading the way, the crowd finally gained some courage.

Scattered shouts rang out, still lacking in conviction, yet they coalesced into a restless killing intent.

Huang Rong held the dying Guo Jing in her arms, her beautiful eyes already red and swollen from crying. When she raised her head, all that remained on her pretty face was a deep-seated hatred.

With all her remaining strength, she cried out in a heart-wrenching voice, "Kill him...kill him! Whoever can kill him, I, Huang Rong...I, Peach Blossom Island...will forever be grateful!!"

The promise made by the Beggars' Sect leader's wife carries immense weight!

The crowd erupted in cheers!

A generous reward will surely attract brave men, especially when it is disguised as "eliminating traitors for the country"!

"Kill them!"

"Avenge Master Guo!"

"Let's all charge together! No matter how skilled he is, he's only one person!"

Thousands of martial arts practitioners, as if injected with a frenzied poison, brandished their swords and rushed towards the lone black-clad youth from all directions like a turbid tide.

However, even in the face of this overwhelming onslaught, Lin Ye's face remained empty, as if everything had been burned away.

He didn't even look at the charging crowd.

His gaze merely fell indifferently on Qiu Chuji, who had taken the lead in instigating the unrest.

That look contained no anger, no murderous intent, only an indifference as if looking at an ant.

It's as if it's saying: You're noisy.

Qiu Chuji felt a chill run down his spine from that gaze, and the little bit of bravado he had just mustered vanished instantly.

He instinctively took half a step back, shouting menacingly, "You wretch! You dare glare at me! Today is your death day!"

Lin Ye finally reacted.

He smiled.

That was neither a joyful laugh nor a contemptuous laugh.

It was an extreme sorrow, a compassion that looked down upon the ignorance of all living beings.

The laughter was soft, yet it reached everyone's ears clearly, making the deafening shouts of battle seem ridiculous.

"Death date?"

He spoke softly, his voice not loud, yet it possessed a strange magic that drowned out all the noise.

"With just you guys?"

He slowly raised his right hand, the same hand that had just struck Guo Jing to the point of life or death, palm facing upwards.

An even more terrifying and profound dark aura than before began to gather in his palm.

The winds of heaven and earth seemed to have received a command, howling and swirling, forming a black cyclone visible to the naked eye.

The person at the very front involuntarily slowed down.

They sensed it—that power, that power capable of destroying everything.

Their bodies, their instincts, were screaming and howling, urging them to run!

But the crowd behind them kept pushing and shoving, leaving them nowhere to retreat!

Despair gripped everyone's hearts in an instant.

At this critical moment— "Stop!!!"

A loud shout, like a bolt from the blue, came from the mountain path not far away!

The voice was old, yet full of energy, containing a peculiar internal force that made everyone's eardrums buzz. The impending battle cry was abruptly cut off!

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a figure, like a spinning top, tumbling and crawling down the steep hillside.

He was incredibly fast. In just a few breaths, he rushed from hundreds of meters away to the center of the field, and landed headfirst in the middle of Lin Ye and the surging crowd.

The newcomer had white hair and beard, which were messy like a bird's nest, but his face was not wrinkled. Instead, it was as smooth as a baby's. His eyes were bright and playful, full of childlike curiosity.

He was dressed in a mismatched, cobbled-together outfit that was utterly ridiculous.

"An old rascal?!"

"It's Senior Zhou Botong!"

There was an exclamation from the crowd.

Qiu Chuji and the others were also taken aback, but then they were overjoyed!

"Uncle-Master!"

Qiu Chuji hurriedly stepped forward, bowed, and said, "You've come at the perfect time! This scoundrel is a traitor to my Quanzhen Sect, who colluded with Meng Gu to severely injure Guo Da..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Botong impatiently waved his hand to interrupt him.

"Get lost! What 'hero Guo' nonsense! I was sleeping on the mountain when I heard a loud 'boom' down below, like thunder. I thought someone was setting off firecrackers! When I came down, good heavens, so many people were bullying a child?"

Zhou Botong rolled over and stood steadily on the ground. He patted the dirt off his hands and looked around curiously.

First, he saw Guo Jing lying on the ground in a pitiful state, and he exclaimed "Eh!"

"Jing, what are you doing lying on the ground? Did you lose a fight? It's okay, it's okay, you can always get revenge!"

His tone was so relaxed, as if he were talking about a game, that Huang Rong was so angry she almost spat out blood again.

She choked back tears, saying, "Brother Zhou! Brother Jing... Brother Jing... he's about to be beaten to death by that villain!"

"Oh? That's amazing?"

Zhou Botong's eyes lit up, and he finally turned his head to look directly at the boy, Lin Ye, who was being condemned by everyone.

Then, all the expressions on his face froze instantly.

Those playful, curious, impatient, and gossipy expressions all vanished.

Instead, there was an extreme sense of astonishment.

A kind of blank stare, as if one had seen a ghost.

Zhou Botong's body seemed to be frozen in place, completely motionless.

His mouth was slightly open.

His eyes were fixed intently on Lin Ye's face.

That face was young and handsome, carrying an aloofness that kept people at arm's length, and a void that seemed to burn away everything.

But this face...

That face!!!

Zhou Botong's breathing suddenly became heavy.

His chest heaved violently, as if something was stuck in his throat, making it hard for him to breathe.

Time seemed to flow backward seventy years at this moment.

At the summit of Zhongnan Mountain, that person was the same, dressed in a green robe, standing with his hands behind his back, his face equally indifferent, and his eyes filled with the same arrogant disdain for the world.

He said, "Botong, I've got this title of number one in the world."

He said, "Botong, once I have pacified the world, you and I can truly roam the rivers and lakes freely, without any constraints."

He said, "Botong, if I'm gone, don't be sad, remember to have fun..."

Scene after scene, frame after frame, those images that he had deliberately hidden in the deepest part of his memory, buried for decades with playfulness and madness, now burst forth like a flood, shattering all his pretenses!

"Senior...brother..."

Two words were squeezed out of Zhou Botong's throat in a trembling, almost inaudible voice, like a dream.

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence once again.

Everyone looked at Zhou Botong with bewilderment.

What's wrong with this old rascal who's always been eccentric and treats everything in the world as a game?

Why did he look at that murderous tyrant with that kind of gaze?

In those eyes, there was shock, confusion, disbelief, and even more...

A bottomless, intense sorrow and longing that cannot be dissolved.

A very ominous premonition rose in Qiu Chuji's heart.

He cautiously approached, "Uncle-Master? What...what's wrong?"

Zhou Botong ignored him.

His entire focus was on Lin Ye.

He raised his hand shakily, his index finger trembling, and pointed at Lin Ye.

His lips moved for a long time before he finally found his voice.

The voice was no longer playful or loud, but carried a hoarse and desolate quality that had settled with the passage of time, as if it had traversed a long period of time.

"You...you..."

His voice choked with emotion.

"How...how could you...how could you look exactly like my senior brother...and Master Chongyang...when they were young?!"

boom!!!!

This statement is even more powerful than Lin Ye's "Regretful Dragon" palm strike!

It was like an invisible thunderclap that exploded in the minds of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen!

Qiu Chuji, Ma Yu, Wang Chuyi...

The Seven Masters of Quanzhen were all struck dumb, their minds completely blank!

What did my uncle say?

He said this wretched child...

They look like...

Like the founding master?!

Patriarch Chongyang?!

How is that possible?!

How is this possible?!

Instinctively, they all turned their gazes intently to Lin Ye.

Previously, they only thought this traitor was hideous and wished they could eat his flesh and sleep on his skin, without ever really looking at his appearance.

At this moment, awakened by Zhou Botong's words, they looked closely.

That straight nose, those thin lips, those deep, cold eyes, that aloof and independent air...

Although one exudes a dark and tyrannical aura, and the other a refined and otherworldly air, their facial features...

picture!

It really looks like it!

Especially the arrogance between his brows, which seemed innate and looked down on everyone else, was simply copied from the portrait of Patriarch Chongyang!

"No...impossible...absolutely impossible..."

Qiu Chuji muttered to himself, his face even paler than when Lin Ye had glanced at him earlier.

He would rather believe that Lin Ye was a demon god descended from heaven than believe the absurd scene before him!

A traitor who betrayed his master, slaughtered his fellow disciples, and colluded with Meng Gu, actually has a face exactly like the founder?!

What an irony!

How utterly absurd!

This is simply pressing his face, and the face of the entire Quanzhen Sect, to the ground, repeatedly trampling on it in the most humiliating way!

The other children reacted differently.

As the sect leader, Ma Yu was the most deep-thinking. After his initial shock, a chilling glint flashed in his eyes.

He thought about it more deeply, if...

If this is true, then Lin Ye's identity...

His relationship with the founder...

Wang Chuyi, with his fiery temper, was the first to shout, "Nonsense! Utter nonsense! Uncle-Master! You must be seeing things! Our patriarch has been gone for many years. This kid is just an orphan we picked up from the foot of the mountain. How could he possibly resemble our patriarch!"

Even the tranquil hermit Sun Bu'er couldn't find peace at this moment. She stared intently at Lin Ye, her eyes filled with astonishment and uncertainty.

Lin Ye, standing at the center of the storm, frowned slightly.

He could sense that the old man in front of him, who seemed to be insane, underwent a dramatic emotional upheaval the moment he saw him.

It was a complex emotion mixed with immense grief, remembrance, shock, and confusion.

Chongyang Zhenren?

Wang Chongyang?

Of course he knew who it was.

The founder of the Quanzhen School, known as the "Central Divine Power," the foremost of the Five Great Masters in the world.

But how could a time traveler from the 21st century like myself be involved with him?

They even look exactly the same?

Lin Ye's mind raced, but his face remained expressionless.

Information asymmetry is the greatest weapon; before understanding the situation, silence is the best option.

He simply stared coldly at the old man before him, who seemed to have gone mad, at his eyes reddened with emotion, and at his trembling finger pointing at him.

Zhou Botong was completely immersed in his own world.

He ignored the reactions of others, the boiling murderous intent, and Guo Jing lying on the ground.

He walked towards Lin Ye, staggering step by step.

He walked slowly and with great difficulty, as if each step was treading on the sharp edge of memories.

"Senior brother...is it really you...? No, you're not...but...why...?"

He was rambling incoherently, like a child who had lost his beloved toy.

"What...what's your name?"

He finally walked to within three feet of Lin Ye, looked up, and gazed at Lin Ye with an almost pleading look.

At that moment, he was no longer the "Old Urchin" who was famous throughout the martial arts world and gave Huang Yaoshi a headache.

He was just a lonely old man who missed his senior brother, a memory he had cherished for almost his entire life.

"Lin Ye!"

Do you know Lin Chaoying?

"I don't know him!"

Qiu Chuji angrily shouted, "Zhou Botong! What are you doing! Are you trying to find a background for Lin Ye?!"