When they stepped out of the house, there were already people standing outside, even on the broken fence made of stones.
The nature of watching hilarious events was inevitable in any world or dynasty, and most of the people present were watching Yuan Jian Yi, the second in the Dragon and Phoenix Ranking, in a state of wretched misfortune, a situation not often seen.
“Yuan Jian Yi, this matter, you must give me an explanation for the Imperial Sword Villa.” The current leader of the Imperial Sword Villa, Xiao Chengye, Xiao Chengming’s younger brother, said as he stared fiercely at Yuan Jian Yi who was confronting the crowd.
For those who didn’t know, they still thought how deep their brotherly love was. In fact, Xiao Chengming and Xiao Chengye were two brothers who were incompatible with each other in the Imperial Sword Villa, but because Xiao Chengye was slightly inferior in strength, he was always under his brother’s thumb.
Yuan Jian, with an iron sword in one hand and a cold sword power, confronted the crowd, and when he saw Xiao Chengye questioning him, he said briefly with a very personal touch, “I didn’t kill the man.”
After that, there was nothing more, just this short sentence.
With the support of the crowd, Xiao Chengye was confident, and when he saw that Yuan Jianyi had stopped talking after saying one short sentence, he immediately cursed out loud: “You fart ——”
The first thing he said was that he was like a duck caught in a chokehold, not daring to speak, because a strand of sword qi had just swept through his hair, chopping off a strand of hair.
If you can cut off your hair, you can also cut off your head. Yuan Jian Yi’s sword qi proved that the bottom line that Xiao Chengye was relying on was not as sufficient as he had thought. At least, these people could not yet scare the ‘Sword Son’.
“This — Young Warrior Yuan, we all came here to ask you to explain why Young Master Xiao would die on the road after challenging you, lest this ——”
Yuan Jian Yi gaze turned to the one who spoke, flat and bland, but let the one who spoke out invariably feel overwhelming pressure, can not help but secretly swallow a mouthful of saliva, the words have become a little pause, so hard to pick up the words, “—— there, what misunderstanding ——”
“Who are you?” Yuan Jian Yi asked indifferently.
“I am True Martial Sect Qing Huai.” The man clasped his fist and said.
The leader of the True Martial Sect was their Eldest Brother Qing Xu, and it should have been him who came now as well. Naive, Qing Xu had swelled up so much recently that he did not appear here, which left Lin Era Cla*s’s Emotional Huai to suffer. Facing the pressure of Yuan Jian Yi was not something that Qing Huai could bear.
”How marvellous!” Qing Yu sensed Qing Huai’s feigned calmness under the surface of the hairy emptiness through the ‘Turtle Mirror’, and with Qing Yu’s mastery of the psyche, he was able to basically guess Qing Huai’s general mental activities.
Not only Qing Huai, but also many other people in the room can sense emotions, and this is a wonderful and dangerous way to see many hidden emotions.
When you sense too many emotions and take in a lot of information, your heart is invisibly affected by the emotions, after all, you sense each other’s emotions, not see them. Emotions are not labelled with their respective names and need to be felt by you personally, with your heart.
If you are unable to shield yourself from these influences, there is a high risk of aberrations in your heart nature.
To be immune to these influences requires an overwhelmingly strong mind, such as his ——
Qing Yu’s gaze turned to Yuan Jian Yi who was emitting an overpowering aura. His heart, however, was only pure and refined, and all the thousands of distracting thoughts could be cut. The “turtle mirror” view, Yuan Jian Yi is like a living sharp sword, the mind realm is extremely over the top, even can vaguely detect Qing Yu hidden prying, frowning lightly.
Or like the man hidden in the crowd, his mind is like water, without the slightest distraction, and external influences cannot make his heart ripple.
This was the state of mind of Qingyu, who, after practising the “Celestial Reincarnation Method”, had not even had the slightest thought of killing anyone, and even a long sword could not move him. It was only later that he realised that the only way to bring out the power of the “Sword Technique of Purging Evil” he was using at the time was to have a decisive killing intent, and only then did he attach the killing intent.
”It seems that this “Turtle Mirror” should be used more often, it won’t work behind closed doors.” In just over a quarter of an hour, Qing Yu felt that his mastery of the ‘Turtle Mirror’ had deepened.
”Hmm, wait a minute, this person’s mentality, something is not right.”
Qing Yu looked towards one of the disciples of the Imperial Sword Villa who was carrying Xiao Cheng Ming’s corpse.
Xiao Chengye had brought someone to the door to ask for his brother’s body, only as the remains of the victim, the crowd didn’t seem to focus on the corpse.
Only a few of the disciples from the Imperial Sword Villa who were accompanying him either looked at Xiao Chengming’s corpse with a sense of grief in their hearts, or looked at Yuan Jian Yi with hatred in their hearts, well — and Xiao Chengye who was too frightened to speak.
It seems they too knew that Xiao Chengye’s so-called grief was feigned, but in fact, in their hearts they wanted Xiao Chengming to die!
But the emotion of this disciple who was being focused on by Qing Yu was not sad, nor was it hateful, nor did he carry happiness or just plainness like the disciples who fell on Xiao Chengye’s side, his emotion, I think, was one of triumph.
There was also the satisfaction of a great sense of achievement. This state of mind was also very familiar to Qing Yu, every time he defeated the strong with the weak, he had this feeling of satisfaction, especially when he relied on his great wisdom to defeat two enemies who were very powerful for that time and took his first step into the martial arts, when he did not know martial arts yet, he was filled with this mixed emotion of satisfaction and complacency.
‘Why do I feel as if I have found the true culprit ——‘
To be able to look at Xiao Chengming’s corpse at this moment with such a state of mind, in all probability, he was the murderer who killed Xiao Chengming.
However, Qing Yu had no evidence to point to this suspected murderer, a disciple of the Imperial Sword Villa, so he couldn’t point to him as I feel he is proud of himself, so he is the murderer.
Moreover, Yuan Jian Yi didn’t need Qing Yu’s help. He did not, at this point, need to defend himself, the crowd’s interruptions had caused him to miss his daily meditation and tempering time, annoying him to no end. Now, Yuan Jian Yi wanted to speak with his sword.
“Defeat me before you are qualified to ask me a question.”
The plain, unadorned iron sword was wrapped in radiant sword qi, sweeping across the sword, and the crowd dared not think of resisting it for fear of avoiding it.
And as the main target of Yuan Jian Yi’s care, Qing Huai of the True Martial Sect, he even felt the fear of death under this sword qi with its endless sharpness.
“Yuan Jian Yi!”
Just as Qing Huai was about to die under Yuan Jian Yi’s sword, the green dragon whistled and a lifelike green dragon shaped true qi flew into the air to intercept this life-threatening sword.
As the blue dragon wrapped around the sword, the sword qi and the true qi tangled and wore each other down.
In the end, it was the true qi of the Divine Origin realm that was superior, and after extinguishing the sword qi, there was still residual power that was dissipated by its master.
“Yuan Jian Yi, are you trying to provoke my True Martial Sect?” Qing Xu flew and landed in front of Qing Huai, questioning loudly.
