Thinking of the harsh words Grand Divine Master Ku Ju of the Heaven Temple had thrown at Ye Zhen before leaving Blood River Fortress—"Don't regret this"—made Ye Zhen's teeth ache with hatred.
The Heaven Temple was simply everywhere, slipping through every crack. Whether to deal with him or achieve their aims, they truly stopped at nothing.
This time, fortunately, when Ye Zhen had beaten those people, he had used the Black Water Spiritual Power from the Black Water Dao Palace. Triggered by the dragon soul, that power carried a special dragon soul aura, allowing Ye Zhen to clear himself.
Had Ye Zhen used the spiritual power of the Wood Dao Palace, or the Earth Spirit Energy of the Earth Dao Palace, then under the Heaven Temple's methods, even if Ye Zhen had a hundred mouths, he would not have been able to explain himself.
In that case, he might truly have had to serve sixty years of hard labor.
He had just risked his life to win the title of Duke of North Sea Commandery, only to be demoted to a third-rank marquis in the blink of an eye—and forced to serve sixty years of hard labor besides.
It was like being cast from the heavens to the earth. How could Ye Zhen not hate them?
The Heaven Temple's actions were far too brazen. They simply did not take Ye Zhen seriously at all.
He had to show the Heaven Temple a little color, or they would truly think he was easy to bully.
As for the consequences of retaliating against the Heaven Temple, Ye Zhen did not care.
So long as he did not expose his connection to the Yizhi Sand Sea Divine Hall, if the Heaven Temple wanted to deal with him, they would have to do so