Pointing to a Deer and Calling it a Horse

"Feng Qi, what do you think you're doing?"

"Are you trying to make enemies of the three sects and five factions?"

"How dare you!"

"Villain!"

Gao Yong and the others suddenly stood up and questioned Du Ge.

Their expressions were grim. None of them had expected Feng Qi to be so audacious.

Amidst their shouts, Wang San's sinister voice echoed behind He Yuan'an: "Good brother, I love you, turn around and look at me!"

Fear washed over He Yuan'an. It felt as if an unknown monster lurked behind him. He instinctively turned, adopting a defensive stance. The moment he turned, a gust of wind came from behind. By the time he remembered Feng Qi, it was too late.

A sharp pain pierced his chest. Half of a gleaming blade protruded from his front. He Yuan'an's strength ebbed away like a receding tide. His clear vision blurred. He struggled to turn his head, "Feng Qi, you..."

Before he could finish.

His head lolled to the side, and he met his end.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye.

By the time Gao Yong and the others reacted, He Yuan'an had already collapsed on the ground, a pool of blood spreading beneath him. Du Ge stood behind him, a blood-stained dagger in hand, like a demon.

Du Ge glanced at He Yuan'an beneath him, sighed, and lamented, "Someone with such skills still dares to do evil. He deserves to die."

Gao Yong and the others stared at Du Ge, their faces ashen. No one dared to move.

They had been sent to Luyang City, and their skills were comparable. He Yuan'an couldn't even last one move against Du Ge. How many rounds could they last? Feng Qi's speed was too terrifying.

The claim that Celestial Demon's strength changed with his attributes was a complete lie!

No one in Luyang City believed his pronouncements of upholding justice anymore. How could his skills show no sign of weakening?

Two people from the Divine Fist School had arrived, and He Yuan'an was the deputy chief. He looked at He Yuan'an, who lay in a pool of blood, as if he had just snapped back to reality. His face was pale, and he pointed at Du Ge, stammering, "Chief He, Feng Qi, how dare you kill Chief He? Aren't you afraid of the Divine Fist School's retaliation?"

"He Yuan'an impersonated the Peacekeeping Gang, robbed the people's money, destroyed the confidence that Feng had painstakingly built among the populace, and tarnished the reputation of the Divine Fist School. Having committed such evil deeds, why would I not dare to kill him?" Du Ge turned to look at him. "To uphold justice in the martial world, Feng is willing to die. Why should I fear the Divine Fist School? Feng believes that the Divine Fist School is one of the leaders of the righteous martial sects. Master Tong would surely applaud Feng's actions upon learning that such a scoundrel existed within his sect."

"You... you're slandering me," the deputy said. "Everyone knows that what happened last night was done by Qiu Feipeng and his ilk..."

"Still quibbling?" Du Ge interrupted him, sneering. "What about these Peacekeeping Gang clothes found in your base? Don't tell me the Divine Fist School plans to merge with the Peacekeeping Gang?"

"This... this is clearly a frame-up! Does your Peacekeeping Gang lack such clothes?" The deputy trembled with anger. "What happened at the fourth watch last night, and you hadn't even left your residence. How could you possibly have found the culprit so quickly?"

Qiu Feipeng was indeed hiding in the Divine Fist School.

This morning, Du Ge had heard from Liu Cheng that the Divine Fist School's sect leader, Tong Shihong, was good friends with Qiu Yuanlang. He had wondered if Qiu Feipeng and his group might be hiding in the Divine Fist School's base. He hadn't expected to be right.

But what Du Ge wanted was the effect of upholding justice. The truth itself wasn't that important. He wasn't Conan.

Just like the clumsy scheme they had used to frame him.

In this world, strength determined everything. If he didn't strike decisively while his attributes were at their peak to end the schemes against him, he would fall into a vicious cycle once his attributes declined. By then, he might be powerless to do anything.

Reacting to each move?

Du Ge wouldn't do something as foolish as being led by the nose by his enemies.

As for the consequences of offending the three sects and five factions?

If he couldn't even get past this hurdle, what future would there be?

"Nothing more to say?" the deputy retorted. "And you still claim that the Beggar's Sect and the Taishan Sect jointly found these from our base. Your framing methods are too naive. Just wait for the six major sects to retaliate!"

Gao Yong and Ding Wanjie's expressions changed simultaneously. They cursed the deputy as an idiot.

"Is that so?" Du Ge looked at Gao Yong and Ding Wanjie, the dagger in his palm subtly pointing towards their chests, and asked with a smile, "Daoist Gao, Elder Ding, were these Peacekeeping Gang clothes found jointly by us from the Divine Fist School's base?"

The deputy from the Divine Fist School's face immediately changed. He hurriedly said, "The two chiefs, we have so many people, are we afraid of just one Feng Qi..."

"Elder Ding," yesterday, many citizens of Luyang City accused the Beggar's Sect of theft, robbery, and kidnapping, committing evils no less than the Iron Palm Sect. I thought that the Beggar's Sect was ultimately a member of the Peacekeeping Joint Defense, so I gave Elder Ding some face, hoping the elder would handle the scoundrels within his sect himself and bring justice to the victims." Du Ge looked at Ding Wanjie, a seven-bag elder of the Beggar's Sect. "If Elder Ding himself is not upright and cannot handle these matters properly, Feng will have no choice but to overstep and maintain the reputation of the Beggar's Sect."

Damn it!

When did I become a member of the Peacekeeping Joint Defense?

Seeing Du Ge's eyes, which seemed ready to act on behalf of heaven at any moment.

Ding Wanjie's throat felt dry. He glanced at the old beggar beside him, who was already dumbfounded, and secretly regretted it. If he had known Feng Qi was such a madman, he wouldn't have come to watch the show. Now, he had completely made a fool of himself.

"Elder Ding."

"Elder Ding?"

The deputy from the Divine Fist School and Du Ge spoke almost simultaneously, one anxiously, the other urgingly.

"Elder Ding, Feng Qi first slandered the Divine Fist School, and then framed the Beggar's Sect. He clearly intends to defeat us one by one. All you chiefs, let's fight him!" The deputy from the Divine Fist School broke out in a cold sweat, desperately seeking allies.

"Shut up." Ding Wanjie saw Du Ge's gaze gradually turn cold. He gritted his teeth and said, "Sect Leader Feng is right. We did find these clothes from your Divine Fist School's base. Sect Leader Feng is upholding martial ethics, while you scoundrels are causing trouble. You are truly despicable. Ding feels ashamed to be associated with you!"

After speaking, his face turned red. He couldn't help but close his eyes, not daring to look at the deputy chief of the Divine Fist School.

This time, he had truly lost all face.

"Elder Ding?" The deputy of the Divine Fist School felt his blood run cold. He looked at Ding Wanjie, then at Gao Yong, completely at a loss. He hadn't expected to hear such an answer.

"Do you have anything else to say?" Du Ge chuckled, picking up a Peacekeeping Gang uniform from the ground and smearing some blood on He Yuan'an's corpse. "The bloodstains on this uniform are from when you beat the citizens of Luyang City yesterday. Now we have witnesses and evidence. The evidence is irrefutable, what else do you have to say?"

Holy crap!

An eerie silence fell over the assembly hall once more.

Liu Cheng's eyes widened. This morning, when he heard Du Ge's plan, he thought he was incredibly audacious. He never imagined he'd be this audacious!

This was openly dragging the reputation of the Three Sects and Five Schools through the mud!

Gao Yong and the others from the Taishan Sect looked at Feng Qi, their chests heaving with rage.

It was too insulting.

Before, they at least concocted a reason. Now, they weren't even bothering to conceal it!

How could such a villain exist in this world?

Yet, this very person claimed to uphold peace?

But He Yuan'an's corpse still lay there, and Du Ge's smiling eyes seemed to be waiting for them to charge forward.

The main figures hesitated for a long time. No one dared to rush forward and turn on Feng Qi...

Rushing forward now would mean death!

Judging by Feng Qi's methods, after they were dead, he'd surely throw a bucket of dirty water on them.

Wang San and Feng Zhong exchanged a glance. Looking at Du Ge standing before them, their eyes were practically overflowing with admiration.

Doing evil deeds as if they were righteous and proper, even cloaking them in a beautiful guise.

This skill, this dominance, this shamelessness...

If he didn't succeed, who would?

Compared to Feng Qi, the two of them were indeed far behind!

However, Feng Qi's actions also confirmed for them that his keyword was definitely not "uphold."

If upholding was like Feng Qi's behavior, they'd eat the dictionary.

Du Ge smiled and asked, "Daoist Gao, wouldn't you agree?"

"That's right." Gao Yong looked at Du Ge, his eye corners twitching violently. Gritting his teeth, he squeezed out two words.

"Do you have anything else to say?" Du Ge then turned to the deputy head of the Divine Fist School and asked.

"I have nothing to say." Seeing the familiar yet strange faces around him, the deputy completely gave up struggling. He glared fiercely at Du Ge, "Feng Qi, you will face retribution for acting so recklessly. The Divine Fist School will not let you go..."

"My inherent attribute is upholding. To uphold righteousness, I fear not even death, so why would I fear retribution?" Du Ge raised his eyebrows, shook his head at him, and said righteously, "The clear will clear themselves, the turbid will remain turbid. I'm sparing your life so you can witness how Feng will cleanse this corrupt martial world, just as this Iron Palm Sect has been cleansed.

I firmly believe that one day, fairness and justice will triumph over brute force, and people will no longer fear being robbed in the night. Martial arts are for strengthening the body, not for bullying the weak..."