My face turned ashen, and I burned with fury at Le Zheng Ling's viciousness. Seeing that I said nothing, he smiled faintly and continued, "You don't need to get so angry. As long as you admit to this matter, everything will be fine. When the Grand Sect Master returns, I'll even put in a few good words for you. As for me, you're nothing more than a clown jumping around—happening to appear where you were supposed to, and doing things that even I can't help applauding."
"Not bad. What a scheme. You've been plotting it for a long time, haven't you? Then what benefit do I get from taking the blame voluntarily?" I asked with a beaming smile.
Seeing how readily I had agreed, Le Zheng Ling's face showed a trace of delight. "Heh heh. I knew you'd agree. Lu Dingtian overestimated himself and fought with you over Li Junmin. His injuries hadn't healed, and he died to Li Junmin's ambush during the duel. Liu Dahe and Chu Han wanted to stand up for Lu Dingtian, but their injuries hadn't healed either, and Li Junmin killed them. As for you, all you did was use that Blood Robe technique to treat Li Junmin. Everything was Li Junmin's fault. What do you think?"
I shook my head. As expected, Le Zheng Ling was despicable, shameless, and vile. The ability to turn facts upside down had actually been used for this. It showed just how rotten his character was—he had pinned all the blame on Li Junmin!
Poor female sword cultivator Li Junmin. Even in death, she had died disgraced and infamous.
"That's not enough. I want both fame and profit. Your scheme is far too grand. Something major has gone missing from the forbidden grounds. Do you really think the Grand