Make Sure You All End Up Lying Here!

He never imagined that this seemingly frail little girl would possess such unwavering faith and courage.

He sighed softly, then slowly said, "Xiao Jin, step aside. This is between him and me; it has nothing to do with you."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Jin turned to look at Ye Jing, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes. But she quickly shook her head. "No, brother, this matter started because of me, I can't let you bear it alone."

Ye Jing's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a hint of tenderness and relief. "Xiao Jin, you're wrong. This whole thing never started because of you. It was me who chose to stand here and face it all."

As he spoke, Ye Jing turned around again to face Young Master Zhao and the guards who had been frozen in place.

His gaze became unusually firm, as if he had made a decision at that moment, and he said:

"If you had come earlier, I wouldn't mind leaving you all lying here!"

As Ye Jing finished speaking, the air seemed to freeze, and even the wind stopped breathing.

His words, though spoken softly, were like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples that resonated deeply within everyone's heart.

Young Master Zhao's face turned ashen. He never expected that this boy, whom he had once regarded as an ant, would display such a powerful aura and determination at this moment.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white, clearly trying his best to suppress his anger and resentment.

"You... you dare threaten me?" Young Master Zhao's voice was deep, carrying a threat that could not be underestimated.

He looked around. Although the guards who were immobilized by Ye Jing's strange power could not move, their eyes still shone with an indomitable light, as if they were silently protesting against Young Master Zhao's tyranny.

Ye Jing did not respond to Young Master Zhao's threat, but simply raised his chin slightly, his gaze sharp as if he could see through all the hypocrisy and ugliness in the world.

He slowly raised his right hand, his palm gently rotating, and a warm and gentle power surged from his body, instantly enveloping the frozen guards.

"Release them!" Ye Jing shouted softly, and the restraints on the guards seemed to be released by an invisible hand. They regained their ability to move, but their eyes were filled with awe and gratitude.

They knew that it was Ye Jing who, with his incredible power, had saved them from an undeserved disaster.

The villagers were all amazed when they saw this.

They had never witnessed such a miraculous scene, nor had they ever imagined that a seemingly ordinary boy could possess such immense power.

Xiao Jin stood beside Ye Jing, her eyes slightly red, but a proud smile played on her lips.

She knew that she was grateful for her past kindness, which was why Ye Jing was helping her now.

Young Master Zhao's expression shifted between light and dark; he realized that the current situation was beyond his control.

He glanced at the guards around him, then at Ye Jing's arrogant expression, and could only sigh helplessly.

"Fine! I, Zhao, will remember what happened today. But remember this: in this world, strength is the ultimate power. If you have the guts, there's plenty of time in the future, and we'll settle this once and for all!" After saying this, Young Master Zhao glared fiercely at Ye Jing, then led his guards and slunk away from the village.

Ye Jing glanced at their retreating figures, then at Xiao Jin.

With a calm expression, he slowly left.

Xiao Jin tried to persuade him to stay, but Ye Jing showed no intention of doing so.

The villagers also made way for Ye Jing, and their gazes towards him changed.

After leaving the village, Young Master Zhao was burning with anger and hurriedly returned to his Lineage mansion.

Upon entering the main hall, he went straight to the Lineage's secret chamber, where the ancestral tablets of past generations were enshrined and where the Lineage made important decisions.

Young Master Zhao took a deep breath, composed himself, knelt before the portrait of the Ancestor, and reported in a deep voice.

"Ancestor, I have been humiliated outside today and have come to see you. I beg Ancestor to do me justice."

Young Master Zhao's voice carried a hint of resentment and anger.

Before the portrait, a wisp of smoke slowly rose, transforming into an old man with white hair, the very spirit of the Zhao Family Old Ancestor.

His gaze was sharp as he scrutinized Young Master Zhao, and he asked calmly, "What has caused you to lose your composure like this?"

Young Master Zhao recounted his experiences in the village that day in detail, emphasizing in particular Ye Jing's incredible strength and the humiliation he had suffered.

Finally, he added, "Ancestor, that Ye Jing is no ordinary person. I suspect he possesses extraordinary abilities, and might even be..." At this point, Young Master Zhao deliberately paused, a sly glint in his eyes.

"Continue," the Ancestor said softly, yet his voice carried an undeniable authority.

"It might even be a remnant of the Devil Race!" Young Master Zhao finally voiced his suspicion. He knew that this accusation was enough to shake the entire Cultivation World and provide a reasonable explanation for his defeat today.

Upon hearing this, the Ancestor frowned. The Devil Race was a taboo existence in the Cultivation World, and once confirmed, it would surely cause a huge uproar.

He closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, then opened them, a resolute glint in his eyes. "This matter is of utmost importance and must be handled with caution. Go and contact the Righteous Sects in the vicinity immediately, inform them of this, and we will discuss countermeasures together."

Young Master Zhao accepted the order and left, secretly pleased with himself. He knew that once the Righteous Sects intervened, no matter how strong Ye Jing was, he would not be able to escape the inescapable net.

And he wasn't lying; the power Ye Jing displayed was indeed strange.

Soon.

The entire Cultivation World in the region was abuzz with news of Young Master Zhao.

Various sects dispatched their experts to the Zhao family to discuss how to deal with this possible "remnant of the Devil Race".

A manhunt for Ye Jing has quietly begun.

Meanwhile, Ye Jing was unaware of the impending storm.

He remained in his small courtyard, lost in thought.

One day, he was daydreaming and practicing meditation in the courtyard.

Suddenly, he felt a powerful surge of Spiritual Power approaching him.

He slowly raised his head and looked up at the sky.

Before long, a group of cultivators dressed in various colorful clothes appeared in the sky.

It blotted out the sky and blocked out the sun.

"So you're that remnant of the Devil Race?" A powerful cultivator stepped forward, drawing his sword and pointing it at Ye Jing.

"Remnants of the Devil Race?" Upon hearing this, Ye Jing couldn't help but smile bitterly.

He never imagined that he would be labeled in such a way.

But it's pretty much the same; I am a remnant of the Evil God's Corruption.

Evil God and Devil Race are indeed easy to confuse.

Just as he was about to respond, a clear voice suddenly came from not far away. "What makes you say he is a remnant of the Devil Race? Do you have any solid evidence?"

Ye Jing looked in the direction of the sound and saw that Xiao Jin had arrived there at some point. She stood in front of a group of cultivators, her eyes firm and fearless.

"Why are you here?" Ye Jing was taken aback.

But more than anything, he was worried. He knew that Xiao Jin's appearance would only put her in danger as well.