Chapter 419: Are His Words Kind?

"Su Ye, you are completely unworthy of being our Sect Leader!"

Within the Zheng-Yang Sect, the newly appointed Sect Leader Su Ye was giving a lecture. Regarding this new Sect Leader, the vast majority of people were convinced, because his strength exceeded everyone present.

In this world where might makes right, strength explains everything; even the late old Sect Leader was no match for this new Sect Leader.

Strength represents prestige, and represents absolute power within the sect.

But just at this moment, someone suddenly shouted, instantly drawing everyone's gaze over.

Everyone was very curious to see just whose head was so hard, daring to show no respect to the new Sect Leader in front of so many people, and not afraid of being beaten until they shat themselves.

However, after seeing clearly who the person who spoke was, everyone looked at their noses and their hearts, not saying a word.

There was no help for it; the person who came was an Elder of the sect, Elder Han, whom even the new Sect Leader had to call Martial Uncle.

Their seniority was placed right there; as for infighting between big shots, they, these people, just had to watch; meddling easily led to being killed first.

Looking at Han Mengzhang, who seemed to be there to call him to account, Su Ye frowned slightly.

"Martial Uncle, what is the meaning of this?"

"Meaning?" Leading several disciples to step forward, Han Mengzhang glared at Su Ye with burning rage, his eyes seemingly wishing to swallow his flesh raw and eat him piece by piece.

"The position of Sect Leader should be occupied by one with virtue, but you, Su Ye, murdered your master and killed your brother. For the sake of the Sect Leader position, you first harmed your master, then harmed your senior brother."

"Otherwise, how could this Sect Leader position be taken by you, the second disciple, and how could you occupy such a high position at such a young age!"

"Nonsense!" With a sudden slap on the table, under Su Ye's palm force, the table before him was instantly reduced to powder, and a burnt smell wafted over.

Such rigid and yang-natured fierce palm force made everyone else shiver.

Although Elder Han said it this way, causing everyone to inevitably feel some suspicion, in truth, they knew very well in their hearts. Did they really think Su Ye could become Sect Leader by order of succession? He relied on power that suppressed everything.

That Jingyang Palm of his—who in the entire Zheng-Yang Sect could rival it? Even in the vast Da'an City, how many people could match it?

Subsequently, Su Ye's cold gaze swept over everyone; everyone lowered their heads one after another, none daring to meet his eyes. Finally, Su Ye's gaze fixed on the leading old man.

"Martial Uncle, who told you these words?"

"No one taught this old man to say them; this is this old man's heartfelt voice, and also everyone's heartfelt voice!"

"Martial Uncle, don't use 'everyone' to make a point. Besides representing yourself and the few personal disciples beside you, who else can you represent?"

Taking a deep breath, Su Ye suppressed the anger in his heart and said slowly, "Today, I will treat it as if you, Martial Uncle, never came. You may withdraw; I can let bygones be bygones regarding today's matters!"

"Hahaha, a joke! Su Ye, you can let bygones be bygones, but this old man cannot. This old man must seek justice for my Sect Leader brother!"

Taking large strides forward, Han Mengzhang did not fear Su Ye in the slightest, his eyes constantly flashing with rage.

"You say the Sect Leader brother's death has nothing to do with you, but his body is not yet cold. You do not think to avenge your brother, but instead forcibly suppress this matter, even strictly forbidding disciples in the sect from discussing it. And you say you have no guilt in your heart?"

"If you truly have no guilt, why are you so evasive about this? You are clearly guilty as a thief. A person like you, how can you be worthy of this Sect Leader position?"

"Also, bring him up!" Following Han Mengzhang's angry shout, several registered disciples carried a person up.

Everyone saw clearly that it was Elder Xiao of their Zheng-Yang Sect. In the morning, some of them had even seen Elder Xiao; how could it be that in such a short time, Elder Xiao had died outside?

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"Su Ye, look clearly. This is Elder Xiao's corpse, which the disciples found in the back mountain. He died from the Jingyang Palm; in the entire Zheng-Yang Sect, you are the only one with such palm force!"

"Bastard, how could I possibly lay a hand on an Elder of our sect? Elder Han, even if I were to act, there must be a reason. You must not fall for someone else's scheme of sowing discord!"

"At this point, you still want to deny it? Su Ye, you hypocrite!" Taking a letter from his bosom, he held it in his hand and raised it high, then Han Mengzhang shouted loudly to everyone.

"You don't want to ask why you had to act against Elder Xiao? It is because of this!"

"Everyone, take a good look at this letter. This is Elder Xiao's own handwriting. The letter details the truth of how he, Su Ye, murdered his master and killed his brother."

"Elder Xiao found out about this and intended to make it public, but did not expect to bring about his own death."

"You, Su Ye, wanted to cut weeds and eliminate the roots, getting rid of everyone who knew the inside story. Yet you did not know that Elder Xiao had actually secretly written all of this in a letter and told me."

"Look at this letter!" Raising the letter, he arrived before Su Ye; Han Mengzhang almost slapped the letter onto his face.

"Elder Xiao said very clearly in the letter that if one day he met with misfortune, it would definitely be the work of you, Su Ye."

"Good, very good!" Looking at this letter, Su Ye's face turned livid. He saw the letter clearly; it was indeed Elder Xiao's handwriting. Su Ye suddenly had the feeling that even if he jumped into the Yellow River, he could not wash himself clean.

Who exactly was the person targeting him? He shouldn't have offended anyone.

"Senior Brother, is it really you?" Just at this moment, Su Qinghe's voice came over; she ran in from outside, panting for breath.

Originally, she had intended to flee and stay far away from this place, but after fleeing for a while, she hesitated. She did not believe that the Senior Brother she had grown up with as childhood sweethearts could be such a person.

She wanted to return and confront her Senior Brother face-to-face. If the murderer was truly him, then she would surely uphold righteousness over family and kill him with her own hands.

Therefore, after hesitating and struggling for a long time, she returned. But she did not expect that when she returned, she would see Elder Xiao's corpse.

At this moment, her last bit of hope for her Senior Brother was shattered.

To be honest, the evaluation of her by the Elder Xiao who had been killed was very accurate: Su Qinghe was just a child who had not grown up, self-righteous, and very easily deceived.

If she were a teammate, she would definitely be a pig-teammate who dragged everyone down, the kind that would get people killed without a second thought.

"Qinghe!" Upon seeing Su Qinghe, Han Mengzhang immediately shouted to her, "It was he who killed your father, my Sect Leader brother! Quickly, kill him with me to avenge your father!"

"Enough, Martial Uncle. I respect you by calling you Martial Uncle, so don't push your luck. When it comes down to it, Martial Uncle came here for the Sect Leader position; why must you splash this dirty water on me!"

"If you want this Sect Leader position, then come and take it yourself; do not use these filthy methods."

A scorching aura emerged from Su Ye's body. The deterrent power brought by the Jingyang Palm, practiced to the realm of perfection, caused even Han Mengzhang's expression to change.

Although he did not want to admit it, he had to admit one point: if it were a one-on-one fight, they were simply no match for Su Ye. Su Ye's cultivation of the Jingyang Palm had long since surpassed everyone.

"Qinghe, hide behind me; don't let these people hurt you!"

"Senior Brother!" With an unreadable look at Su Ye, Su Qinghe then lowered her head and stood behind Su Ye without saying a word.

Throughout the entire process, Su Ye did not notice anything amiss, or rather, he had absolute and sufficient trust in Su Qinghe.

Just as Su Ye wanted to take these people before him down and interrogate them one by one, suddenly a blade from behind pierced through his chest. Blood instantly splashed onto the ground, rapidly evaporating under the scorching aura.

Turning his head back in disbelief, Su Ye looked at his closest Junior Sister, unable to believe that the one who would draw a sword against him was her.

"Qinghe, why? Why is it you!"