With a firm grip, Liu Xiang twisted her waist violently, causing her to break out in a cold sweat from the pain and beg for mercy.
"It's done. It was done yesterday."
"Ah Hui should know the consequences of disobedience." Her bright red nail polish slid down from her brow, and her whisper sent a chill down one's spine.
“Ah Hui understands.”
Suddenly, a gust of wind swept by, and the beauty in front of him turned around abruptly. The action, which seemed to be protecting her, actually exposed her to danger.
Its small body floated up and then fell heavily to the ground.
"Ah Hui!" Her beautiful eyes were filled with deep worry, and her hands, wrapped around herself, trembled with extreme heartache. "Ah Hui, my precious child."
Insincerity had become part of her life; she hated the truth, that foolish, clumsy truth.
"It hurts so much." A hint of disappointment, which she herself didn't even notice, flashed in her blue eyes as she vomited blood.
“To lay a hand on a child, nun, isn’t that going too far?”
"Master Wei uses women and children as a cover, so why pretend to be so kind!"
In a flash, the whisk flew up, displaying a resolute stance of either you live or die.
Seeing that the two were fighting to the death and that innocent people were being affected, the abbot of Shaolin chanted a Buddhist prayer and immediately took action. He used the Vajra Palm to dissolve the murderous aura of the whisk, and then used the Arhat Lifting the Cauldron to stop the extreme Yang internal force.
"Amitabha, well said. Both of you are distinguished figures, so why bother to fight and make yourselves a laughing stock?" The old man's sharp eyes swept over Prefect Liu, who was seated in the main seat.
"It's not that I want to take action, it's just that Webber has gone too far!"
"Deceitful? If it weren't for the witnesses and the corpse right here, I wouldn't believe that you, Abbess, were the murderer."
A cold snort escaped his nostrils, and Sanqing sneered. "The person was from your Jade Sword Manor, and the body was left in your backyard. You, Master Wei, can frame whomever you want. How convenient!"
"Master, please don't speak recklessly. As the leader of the martial arts alliance, how could I use such low-class methods?"
"The leader of the martial arts alliance?" Sanqing's smile widened. "If you don't want people to know, then don't do it in the first place." She looked at the abbot of Shaolin Temple. "Master Wujie, do you really think that the person who poisoned you at the martial arts tournament four years ago, causing you to lose your position as the leader of the alliance, was Yunmiao Zhenren of Tianfei Palace?" Such an implication was enough to make anyone a fool not to understand.
The abbot's old eyes twitched, as if in disbelief.
"Could it be Alliance Leader Wei?" someone murmured.
"No way, how could that be?"
"Actually, upon closer reflection, the one who ultimately benefits is indeed—"
All eyes turned to one person.
"Spreading heresies and misleading the public!" Wei Bai unleashed his true energy again, striking San Qing with a palm, but the old monk sacrificed himself to deflect the attack.
"Master? Don't be fooled by this vixen!"
The old monk didn't even look at him, only saying, "With Alliance Leader Wei acting like this, I'm afraid he'll leave room for gossip."
"Justice resides in the hearts of the people; everyone in the martial world can see who is human and who is demon." Withdrawing his whisk, Sanqing couldn't contain his pride.
"Wei Baizhong, you said those people were afflicted with the Nine Heavens Rakshasa Palm. Anyone who entered the martial arts world ten years ago knows that the Nine Heavens Rakshasa Palm is a unique martial art of the Nameless Sect. Hmph, if you want stolen goods, at least choose an excuse that won't be exposed. Anyone who joins the Nameless Sect is bound to be poisoned with Gu poison. You know, if someone is lying, a simple test will suffice—"
The action of rolling up her sleeves froze instantly. Sanqing stared at her wrist in disbelief, forgetting to react. Ren Weibao grabbed her hand again, showing everyone the vibrant pattern.
"Is this even possible?"
There was a deathly silence in the light rain.
"Master Wei, what's going on?" The first to break the silence was Prefect Liu Zhaotong.
"The results are in, sir. The murderer is none other than Abbess Sanqing of the Emei Sect."
“No…” Sanqing shook his head blankly, then killing intent gathered in his eyes, “Wei Baizhong!”
The whisk grew wildly, like a female ghost's white hair, demanding the man's life. But before it could get close, he was struck in the back by a palm strike.
“The remnants of the demonic cult shall be punished by gods and Buddhas.”
"Master Wujie..."
She was utterly shocked, and before she could even cough up blood, her monk's hat was slashed off.
"Having fallen into the Asura realm, one is unworthy to be a bhikkhu!"
A cool rain poured down, and the martial arts masters who had been watching from the sidelines suddenly took to the skies, their swords flashing and clashing, weaving a dense tapestry around Sanqing.
"The Unknown Cult has murdered my entire family; today, you will pay for this in blood!"
Where was you, you coward, when we stormed Tiger Leap Cliff back then?
"You vixen, you actually killed my master!"
That shameless brat actually pinned the crime of killing his mentor on her.
"Kill her and uphold justice!"
justice?
Sanqing drew the sword from his side and burst into laughter, looking at the group of people who were as ugly as vultures.
This one commits adultery with other men's wives and daughters, that one harms fellow disciples, not to mention minor sins such as greed, anger, ignorance, pride, and doubt.
Justice? Where is justice in the martial world?