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

The snow lotus melts in your mouth, and a cool, sweet warmth slides down your throat into your stomach, then spreads throughout your body.

Little Dragon Girl felt warm all over, an indescribable comfort.

The vital energy depleted in the body due to healing is recovering at an astonishing rate.

His body, which had been somewhat weak, was instantly filled with strength.

She tried circulating her internal energy and found that not only had her injuries been fully healed, but her internal energy was also purer and more profound than before she was injured.

She looked at Lin Ye in surprise; the "elixir" the young man had given her was incredibly effective.

"How are you feeling?"

Lin Ye looked at her face, which had regained its rosy color, and asked with a smile.

"...Much better."

Little Dragon Girl nodded, stood up from the cold jade bed, stretched her limbs, and confirmed that she was alright.

She walked up to Lin Ye and bowed deeply to him.

"Thank you so much, young master, for saving my life and for treating my wounds and giving me medicine. I have no way to repay you."

Her voice remained cool and aloof, but her tone was full of sincerity.

After Xiaolongnu finished her greetings, she stood quietly in front of Lin Ye.

A rare moment of hesitation flashed across his cool eyes.

Having grown up in an ancient tomb, she was naive and unaware of the ways of the world, unsure how to face this debt of gratitude.

The rules of the ancient tomb dictate that all emotions and love must be severed.

But she couldn't ignore the life-saving grace.

Seeing her so earnest, Lin Ye quickly stepped forward, offered a helping hand, and said with a carefree smile, "It was nothing, nothing to mention. Now that Miss Long's injuries have healed, I should take my leave."

"Goodbye?"

Little Dragon Girl paused slightly, raising her beautiful face, a look of confusion flashing in her eyes, "Where are you going?"

Lin Ye sighed, his expression turning grave: "I have a blood feud with the Quanzhen Sect, having killed their people. Given the vengeful nature of those Taoist priests, they're probably already searching for me all over the martial world. If I stay here, I'll only bring annihilation to the Ancient Tomb Sect. I can't bring you this trouble."

He spoke frankly, yet it inexplicably made Xiaolongnu's heart tighten.

Although she had lived in the ancient tomb for a long time, she knew that the Quanzhen Sect was the number one sect in the world, with many masters and a huge influence.

How could Lin Ye, all alone, possibly be a match for them?

"It's dangerous outside."

Xiaolongnu's voice remained cool and clear, but anyone could hear the concern within it, "The Quanzhen Sect has a large and powerful force, and you're all alone..."

"Don't worry, I have a way to handle this."

Lin Ye said this, but in reality, he was just being cautious after leaving this place.

After all, Guo Jing was a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect, while Huang Rong controlled the Beggars' Sect.

Lin Ye will inevitably be hunted down by the entire world, until he is dead.

He said he had his own methods, but that was just to deal with Xiaolongnu.

Little Dragon Girl shook her head, her usually cold eyes now showing a hint of stubbornness. She looked at Lin Ye and said, "The ancient tomb is heavily fortified, easy to defend but difficult to attack, and it also has secret passages leading to various parts of Zhongnan Mountain. If you stay here, they won't be able to find you."

Seeing that Lin Ye still wanted to refuse, she added, her tone filled with a pleading sincerity she herself didn't realize: "You saved my life, and I have no way to repay you. If you don't mind, you can stay here and recuperate. This... will put my mind at ease."

Looking into her clear yet determined eyes, Lin Ye felt a slight stirring in his heart at the sincerity she held so dear. His resolve to leave wavered.

From that day on, a young boy appeared in the ancient tomb.

Lin Ye kept his word and did not disturb Xiaolongnu.

He found himself a room that was neither too close nor too far, separated from Xiaolongnu's jade bed by several stone doors, yet still allowing him to quickly reach her if she needed anything.

He explores ancient tombs every day.

At first, Xiaolongnu was a little uncomfortable with his "not treating her like an outsider" behavior, but she soon discovered that although Lin Ye was exploring, he did not destroy anything. Instead, he would clean up some dust from time to time, making the ancient tomb look cleaner.

He would also occasionally bring back some fresh food from outside the ancient tomb.

Wild fruits, wild game, and even some wild vegetables whose names I don't know.

Xiaolongnu had never eaten these things before and was initially reluctant, but after Lin Ye's half-coaxing and half-persuasion, she tried a few bites and found that they tasted pretty good.

Over time, Xiaolongnu got used to Lin Ye's presence.

He was like a peculiar wind that blew into her unchanging life, bringing unprecedented vitality.

She would occasionally watch from afar as Lin Ye fiddled with those novel gadgets, or see him sitting at the exit of the ancient tomb, gazing blankly at the vast sky outside.

She didn't know what he was thinking, but she felt that with him around, the ancient tomb wasn't so deserted.

Lin Ye, of course, was not idle either.

Although the system gave him many rewards, he knew that these external forces were ultimately no match for his own strength.

He had long coveted the martial arts of the Ancient Tomb Sect, especially the "Jade Maiden Heart Sutra".

He couldn't learn directly from Xiaolongnu, since that was a closely guarded secret of the Ancient Tomb Sect.

But he can observe.

He secretly watched Little Dragon Girl practice her martial arts and memorized her moves.

He even ran up to the stone wall and carefully examined the carvings of the Ancient Tomb School.

These, combined with his system, were enough to allow him to apply his knowledge to other areas.

He studied and practiced diligently every day, and his internal strength improved day by day, and his moves became more and more proficient.

Occasionally, when Xiaolongnu wasn't paying attention, he would "unintentionally" show off a few moves in front of her, hoping to attract her attention.

Little Dragon Girl was certainly not stupid.

She is highly skilled in martial arts and has keen senses.

How could she not see through Lin Ye's "unintentional" actions?

She would sometimes shake her head slightly, finding the boy quite strange.

Sometimes she would take a few more glances and discover that Lin Ye's martial arts moves actually carried the shadow of the Ancient Tomb Sect, and in some places, the subtlety of which surprised her.

She began to wonder about the boy's background.

How was he able to learn some of her martial arts skills?

Did he really break in unintentionally?

These questions, like a fine net, quietly entangled her calm and composed heart.

Lin Ye lived a carefree life in the ancient tomb, and his martial arts skills improved by leaps and bounds.

He had memorized most of the incantations of the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra, and with the optimization of the system, his internal energy was circulating, and he had already grasped some of the essence of the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra.

He knew the storm was coming soon.

At the summit of Zhongnan Mountain, within the Chongyang Palace of the Quanzhen School.

The atmosphere was as heavy as lead, making it hard to breathe.

The seven large mahogany chairs were all occupied.

The Seven Masters of Quanzhen gathered together.

Seated in the center is the sect leader, Ma Yu.

His hair and beard were all white, and his face was serene and refined. He always had a peaceful and otherworldly air about him.

At this moment, however, a gloomy cloud hung over his brow.

Beside him was Qiu Chuji, also known as Changchunzi, who had the most fiery temper.

He was a burly man with wide-open, fierce eyes, ready to unleash his fury at any moment.

At this moment, he was barely suppressing his anger, his face turning purple.

The other five sons—Ma Yu of Danyang, Tan Chuduan of Changzhen, Wang Chuyi of Yuyang, Hao Datong of Guangning, and Sun Bu'er of Qingjing Sanren—all had ashen faces, their eyes revealing expressions of incomprehension, anger, or grief.

In the center of the main hall, Zhao Zhijing knelt on the ground, his forehead bruised and swollen, his mouth black and blue, his clothes tattered, looking extremely disheveled.

He was panting heavily as he tearfully and vehemently accused others.

"Master, fellow disciples, your disciple Zhao Zhijing has suffered an unbearable humiliation!"

His voice was hoarse, trembling with the shock of a severe blow.

He looked up, revealing a bruised and swollen face.

His eyes were swollen shut, but they were filled with resentment and bitterness.

"That scoundrel Lin Ye, he... he's far too arrogant! I was merely cultivating in front of the ancestral master's statue when he suddenly barged in and attacked me without asking any questions!"

"He was ruthless, every move deadly! If my disciple hadn't fought back with his life, he would probably be dead already!"

Zhao Zhijing's voice choked as he recalled the horrific scene.

In reality, he was easily subdued by Lin Ye, and after a "lesson", he was kicked out of the Quanzhen Sect.

But at this moment, in order to stir up the emotions of his superiors, he naturally had to portray himself as a tragic hero who had suffered humiliation and whose life hung by a thread.

"He not only injured his disciple, but also spoke rudely! He said that the Quanzhen Sect was nothing but a group of people who sought fame and fortune, and that their founder's martial arts were mediocre at best!"

Zhao Zhijing suddenly looked up, his tone filled with resentment, and he spoke these words with great reluctance.

These words immediately caused an uproar in the main hall.

"What?!"

Qiu Chuji slammed his hand on the armrest, making a loud "bang" that shook the entire hall.

His eyes widened in fury, his chest heaving violently. "That little thief! How dare he slander our patriarch like that! He deserves to die!"