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

These words shocked the entire audience!

The Golden Wheel Monk actually dared to openly recruit Lin Ye in front of all the heroes of the world!

Guo Jing suddenly raised his head, glared angrily at the Golden Wheel Monk, and shouted sternly, "Golden Wheel Monk! Stop spreading your heretical rumors! Lin Ye is a man of the Central Plains, how can he associate with a Tartar like you!"

"People from the Central Plains?" The Golden Wheel Monk laughed as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

"Master Guo, ask yourself that question, and then ask your so-called 'fellow practitioners'!"

"Just now, who was it that kept calling him a 'Menggu spy'? Who insisted on labeling him a 'traitor'?"

"Who drove him to this point?"

"Now, I'm giving him a way out, a broad road to wealth and prosperity. Why won't you let him take it?"

The words of the Golden Wheel Dharma King were like daggers to the heart!

Guo Jing was so choked up that he couldn't say a word, and his face turned a purplish-red.

Yeah, what gives them the right?

They just drove people to their deaths, so what right do they have to demand that they stay and continue to be "Central Plains people"?

There was a deathly silence in the crowd.

All eyes involuntarily turned to Lin Ye.

They wanted to know what Lin Ye would choose.

On one side, there was the hostility and pursuit of the entire Central Plains martial arts world.

On the other side was the promise of the Mongolian Grand Preceptor, and boundless power and glory.

This multiple-choice question seems... not difficult at all.

Everyone's heart was in their throat.

They were afraid.

They were afraid that Lin Ye might actually agree.

Given this young man's terrifying strength, what if he really did defect to the Mongols...

The consequences would be unimaginable!

Can Xiangyang still be defended?

Can the Song Dynasty still be preserved?

At that moment, they truly realized how foolish they had been.

They themselves turned a god into a demon.

Now, this demon is going to pledge allegiance to their greatest enemy.

Lin Ye listened quietly, his face remaining expressionless.

Looking at the Golden Wheel Monk's face, which was full of "sincerity," he felt only a cold mockery in his heart.

The Dharma Master Who Protects the Nation?

Wealth and glory?

It's ridiculous.

What Lin Ye wanted was never these things.

All he wanted was to live a quiet life with the people around him.

It is they, it is this world, it is this society, that refuse to give.

That being the case...

Lin Ye slowly raised the giant sword in his hand.

The jet-black sword, seemingly capable of swallowing all light, pointed towards the Golden Wheel Monk.

No words were spoken.

But that action said it all.

The smile on the face of the Golden Wheel Monk froze instantly.

The smile on the face of the Golden Wheel Dharma King froze, as if it had been frozen in time.

He was a little confused.

He couldn't figure it out.

Aren't the conditions you offered generous enough?

The First Protector of the Nation of the Great Mongol Empire!

What honor! What power!

Back then, in order to become the Grand Preceptor, he defeated more than a dozen masters in front of the Mongol tent before finally gaining the Khan's favor.

Now, he has handed over a position second only to himself to this young man, and he actually... doesn't appreciate it?

He's even pointing a sword at himself?

What does this mean?

Is it because they feel their status isn't high enough? Or because they feel they don't have enough money?

The Golden Wheel Monk frowned. He felt that this young man from the Central Plains might have some problems with his mind.

"Brother Lin Ye, what...does this mean?" He asked patiently again, "If you are not satisfied with my suggestion, we can discuss it further. As long as you speak up, everything is negotiable."

In his view, everything in this world is tradable.

Martial arts, power, loyalty—no exceptions.

If the price is right, there's no one's heart that can't be won over.

Lin Ye looked at him and finally spoke.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was like ice beads hitting the ground.

"I refuse!"

One word.

It was decisive, efficient, and left no room for maneuver.

The Golden Wheel Monk's face instantly darkened.

He roamed the Western Regions and Mongolia; when had he ever suffered such humiliation?

Lin Ye's rejection hurt him more than being slapped in the face.

His disciples behind him were even more furious.

"You audacious scoundrel! How dare you disrespect my master!"

"Master! Stop wasting time talking to him! Let your disciples handle him!"

Several Tibetan monks, holding golden wheels in their hands, tried to rush forward.

"All of you, stand back!"

The Golden Wheel Monk gave a low shout and stopped them.

His eyes were fixed on Lin Ye, and the admiration and passion he once felt had turned into a chilling killing intent.

He figured it out.

This young man wasn't haggling with him.

He truly despises himself and the Great Mongolian Empire behind him, deep down.

It was a pure contempt that stemmed from a level of existence.

Like a dragon, it will never pay attention to a fly buzzing at its feet.

This realization made the Golden Wheel Monk feel unprecedented humiliation and...anger!

"Good! What a tough nut to crack in the Central Plains!"

He laughed in anger, and the golden wheel in his hand began to slowly turn, emitting a series of low humming sounds.

"I, your humble instructor, would like to see just how tough your bones really are!"

"Is it even harder than my golden wheel?!"

A major battle is about to break out.

The feelings of those martial arts practitioners from the Central Plains around them were extremely complex at this moment.

On the one hand, they all breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that Lin Ye had rejected the Golden Wheel Monk.

Thankfully, thankfully this devil didn't agree.

If he really defected to the Mongols, then everyone can just wash their necks and wait to die.

On the other hand, they felt incredibly frustrated and absurd.

A "traitor" whom they had been clamoring to kill has now become their only hope against the Mongol masters.

What kind of situation is this?

Everyone's eyes instinctively turned to Guo Jing.

Guo Jing was their pillar of strength.

At this moment, Guo Jing had recovered a little from the huge blow of his master being crippled.

He heard Lin Ye's crystal-clear rejection.

He saw Lin Ye pointing his sword at the Golden Wheel Monk.

At that moment, his feelings were more complex than anyone else's.

For a fleeting moment, he actually felt... somewhat gratified.

No matter how cruel or unconventional Lin Ye may be, he at least retains the backbone of a person from the Central Plains.

He did not bow down to the coercion and enticement of the Mongols.

However, this thought only flashed through my mind before being replaced by even stronger anger and humiliation.

What gives him the right?

How dare he, a demon who killed his own master and harmed his own teacher, stand here and face the Golden Wheel Monk in his place, in place of him and the martial arts world of the Central Plains?

This glory that belongs to the "great hero" and this responsibility to fight against foreign enemies should belong to Guo Jing!

How can we let an executioner with his hands stained with the blood of his comrades bear this responsibility?

No!

Absolutely not!

Guo Jing suddenly stood up from the ground.

His tall frame trembled slightly due to the intense emotional turmoil.

He didn't look at the Golden Wheel Monk, but stared intently at Lin Ye, and walked over step by step.

Huang Rong tried to grab him, but he shook her off.

"Brother Jing!" Huang Rong cried anxiously.

But Guo Jing seemed not to hear him; his eyes were only on Lin Ye.

He walked up to Lin Ye and stopped three steps away.

He looked at Lin Ye's young yet indifferent face, his chest heaving violently.

He had many questions he wanted to ask.

He wanted to ask, why did you do this?

He wanted to ask, "What deep-seated hatred do you have with Master Qiu that you want to cripple his arms?"

He wanted to ask, "What did my master do to offend you that you would do such a vicious thing?"

He wanted to ask, where did you get your unpredictable martial arts skills from?

But when the words were about to come out, he asked something else entirely.

A statement that even he himself found absurd.

"Why...why didn't you agree to be with him?"

Guo Jing's voice was hoarse, trembling without him even realizing it.

Lin Ye finally looked at him properly.

That look was like he was looking at an idiot.

"Why should I agree to him?" Lin Ye asked rhetorically.

"Why?" Guo Jing's voice suddenly rose, as if a cat's tail had been stepped on. "He offered you high office and great wealth! He gave you riches and glory! Didn't you already betray the Central Plains? Didn't you no longer care about this land? Isn't this exactly what you wanted?!"

He practically yelled it out.

He was seething with anger, a burning desire with nowhere to vent it.

He couldn't understand it, he just couldn't understand it!

This young man's logic in doing things was completely beyond his comprehension.

You might call him bad, but he killed his own fellow disciples with cruel methods, making him an absolute demon.

You might say he's good, but when faced with the Mongol recruitment, he displayed a backbone that even many so-called "heroes" lack.

What kind of person is he?

Looking at the "Master Guo" in front of him, whose face was flushed and who was very agitated, Lin Ye suddenly found it somewhat amusing.

Is this the hero revered by the world?

Is your brain not working a little properly?

"When did I ever say I wanted high-ranking positions and generous salaries?"

Lin Ye's voice was calm, as if he were stating a fact.

"When did I ever say that my defection from the Central Plains was to seek refuge with the Mongols?"

"You..." Guo Jing was speechless for a long time after being choked by his two questions.

Yes, it seems... I haven't said that.

Lin Ye meant, "to betray the Central Plains."

It means, "Slaughter all you hypocritical righteous people."

He never mentioned the word "Mongolia" from beginning to end.

The label of "Meng Gu spy" was slapped on him by Qiu Chuji, and it was all of them who forcibly placed it on his head.

Guo Jing's mind was a bit of a mess.

Looking at his bewildered expression, Lin Ye's mocking smile deepened.

"Master Guo, in your simple mind, do you think that everything in this world is either black or white?"

"It would be wrong not to stand on your side."

"Does not becoming one of your so-called 'heroes' necessarily mean one wants to become a 'traitor'?"

"Have you ever thought that I don't want to stand on either side?"

"I just want to... shut you annoying flies up."

Lin Ye's words were like an awl, piercing Guo Jing's heart.

fly?

He called us flies?

Guo Jing felt a surge of blood rush to his head.

"You...you're being insolent!" He pointed at Lin Ye, trembling with rage. "What are we fighting for? We're fighting for the greater good of our nation! We're fighting to protect the people of this world! You, a demon who only knows how to indiscriminately kill the innocent, what right do you have to call us flies?!"

"National righteousness?" Lin Ye repeated these four words, then suddenly smiled.

That laughter was filled with endless absurdity and sorrow.

"What a noble sentiment of patriotism!"

He took a step forward, and his icy aura forced Guo Jing to subconsciously take a half step back.

"Let me ask you a question, Master Guo."

Lin Ye's gaze was like two knives scraping across Guo Jing's face.

"Back when I was in the Quanzhen Sect, and Zhao Zhijing humiliated me in every way, almost beating me to death, where was your 'righteousness towards the nation'?"

"I mastered martial arts through my own abilities, and without even asking what happened, you accused me of 'betraying my master and ancestors,' and tried to cripple my skills. Where was your sense of 'national righteousness' then?"

"Today, you have not even a shred of evidence, yet you've accused me of being a spy based solely on Qiu Chuji's words, and you want to kill me! Where is your 'national righteousness' at this time?!"

Lin Ye's voice grew louder and louder with each word, and more and more oppressive with each sentence!

"Is your 'righteousness' only used against powerless orphans like me?!"

"Is your 'chivalry' simply about forming cliques, eliminating dissent, and rewarding those who submit to you while punishing those who oppose you?!"

"Don't you find this kind of 'chivalry,' this kind of 'righteousness,'... ridiculous?!"