The Martial Saint Started from Scavenging

At this moment, Wu Fei's sinister eyes, like two poisoned hooks, were fixed on Ye Sheng. Even the surrounding air seemed to freeze under his gaze.

The noisy discussions in the training ground gradually subsided, and everyone's eyes fell on the boy who had been called out.

They knew that this seemingly ordinary spiritual root test was likely to cause quite a stir.

Du Tao and Zhu Zhang, standing in the crowd, could no longer hide their schadenfreude. In their eyes, since Ye Sheng had been targeted by Wu Fei, he was likely doomed today.

Ye Sheng met the malicious gaze with composure. He was certain that without concrete evidence that he was the one who severed Pang Fu's wrist, the other party would never dare to make a move openly.

He strode forward, steadily walking towards the spirit-testing stele in the center of the training ground. Each step he took seemed to resonate with the heartbeats of the crowd.

Upon reaching the monument, Ye Sheng stopped and slowly raised his right palm.

"Wait a minute."

Just as Ye Sheng's palm was about to touch the surface of the monument, Wu Fei's voice suddenly rang out.

Ye Sheng paused, turned his head, and looked calmly at the figure.

"To test one's spiritual root, one must be focused and free from distractions."

Wu Fei walked slowly closer with his hands behind his back, wearing an expression of "handling matters impartially," and said in a deep voice, "You went through the fierce selection competition a few days ago, and the murderous aura around you has not yet dissipated. Your mind is unstable, which may affect the test results."

As he spoke, he circled around Ye Sheng, his eyes gleaming with a sharp light and a profound meaning.

"Alright then," Wu Fei stopped, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips, and said, "To ensure fairness, I will personally cleanse you of your malevolent energy and stabilize your mind."

Before he finished speaking, he pointed his fingers like a sword, with an almost invisible wisp of black spiritual light wrapped around his fingertips, and struck Ye Sheng's brow with lightning speed!

So fast!

Ye Sheng's pupils contracted, and a deadly sense of crisis instantly enveloped his entire body.

He wanted to dodge, but Wu Fei was a Golden Core cultivator, and his speed was far beyond what a mere Opening Meridian mortal could match.

Moreover, the other party was using the guise of "purifying evil spirits," so if he hid, he would appear guilty.

In a flash, Ye Sheng did not retreat. Instead, he circulated the true energy of the "Thick Earth Technique" within his body to its limit, setting up a layer of defense between his eyebrows.

"Pfft." Wu Fei gently tapped Ye Sheng's brow with his fingertip.

In that instant, Ye Sheng felt an extremely cold and eerie power enter his mind and then disappear instantly.

The whole process was extremely fast, and no one present noticed it except for Ye Sheng himself.

"alright."

Wu Fei withdrew his finger, a fake "kind" smile on his face, and said, "Now, you can begin."

Ye Sheng's heart sank. He didn't know what Wu Fei had just injected into his body, but he knew very well that it couldn't be anything good.

He is now in a difficult situation and has no other choice.

He took a deep breath, cleared his mind of all distractions, and then pressed his palm heavily onto the spirit-testing tablet.

"Buzz—"

The spirit-testing stele emitted a low hum, and a pale white halo gradually appeared on its surface. This was the most common reaction during a mortal's test, indicating the absence of spiritual roots.

Seeing this, many people on the viewing platform wore expressions of taking it all for granted.

For an ordinary martial artist to reach the Qi Opening Realm is already incredibly lucky. How could someone with spiritual roots possibly embark on the path to immortality and cultivate both immortality and martial arts?

Du Tao and Zhu Zhang sneered, their eyes filled with disdain.

However, just when everyone thought the dust had settled, an unexpected change occurred!

The white halo on the monument suddenly began to flash violently.

Immediately afterwards, wisps of pitch-black energy, thicker than ink, surged wildly from inside the stone tablet, like maggots clinging to bones, instantly wrapping around Ye Sheng's entire arm!

"what!"

A horrified gasp erupted from the crowd.

"What...what is that?"

"It's demonic energy! Such pure demonic energy!"

"My God! This kid... he's actually a demonic cultivator! No wonder He Ping was no match for him!"

The entire training ground erupted in chaos.

Everyone stared at Ye Sheng as if he were a monster, their faces filled with horror and disgust.

In the Azure Netherworld, demonic cultivators are the mortal enemies of all righteous cultivators and martial artists.

Their cultivation methods are vicious, and they act ruthlessly, often regarding living beings as mere weeds or nourishment wherever they go.

As one of the most righteous sects in the Eastern Region, the Qingyun Sword Sect regards the eradication of demonic cultivators as its own responsibility.

Now, right here in the sect, under the watchful eyes of everyone, a "demonic cultivator" possessing pure demonic energy has actually emerged.

This is an absolute irony and provocation!

"elder brother!"

In the Willow Garden, Ye Kai, who was watching this scene through the "water mirror" magic artifacts in various parts of the sect, was so frightened that he jumped up from his chair, his face turning pale.

On the viewing platform, Shen Qingqiu's beautiful face instantly lost all color.

She stared incredulously at the boy shrouded in black mist in the arena, her mind blank.

How could this be? How could he be a demonic cultivator?

"quiet!"

Wu Fei roared, his voice booming like a bell, silencing all the commotion.

He turned around, staring intently at Ye Sheng with a pair of sinister eyes, and said sharply, "You, Ye Sheng! You're actually a spy from the Demonic Sect who infiltrated my sect! What do you have to say for yourself now?!"

Ye Sheng didn't speak, but just lowered his head, looking at his arm that was shrouded in black energy, his eyes cold.

He knew all too well that he had been framed, and that it was all Wu Fei's doing.

What was just tapped into his brow was not some spiritual light to cleanse evil energy, but a wisp of incomparably pure demonic energy seed!

This seed lay dormant within him and was activated the moment he touched the spirit-testing stele. It clashed with the spiritual power within the stele, creating the illusion that he possessed demonic energy!

What a vicious scheme! This is not only meant to cripple him, but also to plunge him into an abyss where he will be rejected by everyone in the righteous path!

"Elder Wu!"

Just then, a clear, cold voice rang out.

Liu Qing gracefully descended from the viewing platform and stood in front of Ye Sheng.

She looked at Wu Fei, her cold eyes filled with undisguised questioning: "This matter has not yet been investigated. Elder Wu, isn't it too arbitrary to conclude that Junior Brother Ye is a spy of the Demonic Sect based solely on the reaction of the Spirit Testing Tablet?"

"Junior Nephew Liu," Wu Fei said, looking at Liu Qing with a forced smile, "the facts are right before our eyes, witnessed by everyone. Is there any truth to it?"

"The Spirit Testing Tablet is a magical artifact passed down through the sect for thousands of years, and it never makes a mistake. This child possesses such pure demonic energy; he must be a demonic cultivator, a spy for the demonic sect!"

"Moreover," Wu Fei changed the subject, glancing around, his voice suddenly rising, "Have you all forgotten? Three days ago in the selection competition, the bizarre sword technique he used was incredibly powerful yet chillingly evil—clearly a demonic art! I felt something was amiss when I heard about it then, and now it seems I was right!"

His words were reasonable and well-founded, immediately putting Ye Sheng on the opposite side of everyone.

Even some outer disciples who originally had good intentions towards Ye Sheng now looked at him with wariness and hostility.

"Elder Wu!" Liu Qing's voice also turned cold. "Junior Brother Ye is my personal spirit plant caretaker. I trust his identity."

"There must be something fishy about this. I implore the elder to hand him over to me so that I can find out the truth and then report to Master for a decision! I, Liu Qing, guarantee that I will not show favoritism."

She brought up her identity, trying to put Wu Fei in her place.

However, Wu Fei merely gave a cold laugh.

"Junior Nephew Liu, I respect you as the sect leader's personal disciple and will not hold it against you. However, this matter concerns the safety and reputation of my Qingyun Sword Sect, and it is not something you alone can guarantee!"

A sinister glint flashed in his eyes as he said, word by word, "Don't forget, you're not only a disciple of the sect leader, but also a member of the Liu family of Qingyun City. If you insist on protecting this traitor from the demonic sect today, and the truth comes out later, not only will you be in danger, but the reputation of your Liu family will also be ruined!"

"you--!"

Liu Qing blushed deeply at the other person's words and was speechless for a moment.

Wu Fei is right.

This matter has escalated to the level of the sect's safety and reputation. If she were to forcefully intervene, not only would she fail to save Ye Sheng, but she would also drag herself and the entire Liu family down with her.

On one side is a mysterious plant grower she has only recently met. On the other side are her own future and her family's reputation.

How should I choose?

Liu Qing's heart was in turmoil.

She looked at the silent boy in front of her, then at the eager fellow disciples around her, and finally sighed helplessly before slowly stepping aside.

Seeing that Liu Qing was no longer standing up for Ye Sheng, Wu Fei's face showed a smug look.

He turned his head and looked at Ye Sheng again, his eyes like those of someone looking at a dead man.

"Someone come here!"

He waved his hand and shouted sternly, "Seize this traitor from the Demonic Sect! Throw him in the water dungeon, and we'll deal with him when the Sect Master returns!"

"yes!"

Several disciples from the Enforcement Hall who had been waiting nearby immediately rushed forward.

Ye Sheng didn't resist, but slowly raised his head and looked at Wu Fei. His eyes were dark, deep, and cold.

Wu Fei felt a chill run down her spine under his gaze and instinctively looked away.

Subsequently, Ye Sheng was bound tightly with specially made chains by the disciples of the Enforcement Hall, and then dragged away from the training ground like a dead dog.

What should have been Ye Sheng's chance to rise above his circumstances ended in such an absurd and cruel way.