113: Chapter 113 A Dramatic Change in the Holy Land's Reputation

"You, you, you! You wretch, Sword God Li Chungang, how dare you twist the facts!" Ancestor Zhao Buling, an elder of the Zhao Family, was so infuriated that his face turned red and his neck thick, unable to find a rebuttal.

"Heh, you old fossil. You've been throwing your weight around in the Cangqiong Holy Land every day; do you truly believe this Holy Land has already become your Zhao Family's private domain?"

Sword God Li Chungang stuck to the facts: "Speaking of evil deeds, your Zhao Family disciples have done quite a few things in the Cangqiong Holy Land over the years. Would you like this old man to list them out one by one here, just for everyone's entertainment?"

"You bastard, are you trying to provoke me into a fight right here?" Ancestor Zhao Buling was thoroughly enraged, his Half-Saint cultivation suddenly erupting within the great hall.

"Enough, Ancestor Zhao Buling, you have crossed the line!" Another equally formidable elder frowned, easily blocking the pressure, and glanced at Ancestor Zhao Buling indifferently: "This matter requires deliberation; it is not for you to act unilaterally."

At this moment, the consensus in the Elder Hall was shifting toward Ye Xuan, a situation the Zhao Family did not want to see.

Third Saint Son Zhao Long had suffered a great humiliation outside the Cangbing Pavilion. Having only been promoted to the Third Saint Son of the Cangqiong Holy Land last month, he had caused such a massive scandal today.

"That's enough, that's enough. I don't think this matter needs further discussion. I will go find Master Shen Xi to discuss this later. Everyone, withdraw."

Sitting on the Holy Lord's throne, Holy Lord Xu Yan felt a splitting headache. She hadn't been Holy Lord for many days, and her own junior brother had already given her such a massive surprise.

"Hmph, just wait until you come back; see if I don't drain you dry!" Holy Lord Xu Yan thought viciously.

To be fair, the Zhao Family's influence in the Cangqiong Holy Land had been growing stronger over the past few years, and they had been interfering in many of the Holy Land's affairs—it was truly excessive.

For instance, regarding today's incident, how could Holy Lord Xu Yan not know that the Zhao Family had clearly suffered a loss and was simply acting recklessly to force her into making a choice?

Fortunately, Pretty Boy junior brother's master was Master Shen Xi, leaving the Zhao Family with no choice but to stir up public opinion in the Cangqiong Holy Land to deal with Ye Xuan. However, in the face of absolute strength, schemes were useless.

"Master Shen Xi, I hope you will support me." Holy Lord Xu Yan sat in the empty Elder Hall, the killing intent in her voice rising steadily.

Sword God Li Chungang, having just left the Elder Hall, still felt unsatisfied; a surge of pent-up anger had not been fully vented. He found some disciples who were discussing Ye Xuan and distributed the Recording Stones in his hand that documented the entire event.

The disciples gathered outside the Elder Hall saw the recording inside, and much of the anger in their hearts dissipated.

"So that's how it is. Our Third Saint Son Zhao Long is truly shameless. Relying on being a prodigy from a Sage Family, he became a Saint Son with a mere Earth Profound Realm cultivation, only to bully the newly joined junior brother Ye Xuan. How disgraceful!"

The recording documented the entire sequence of events, including the words of the wager, which resonated with many disciples from ordinary backgrounds.

In the footage, if Ye Xuan hadn't been taken as a disciple by Sage Master Shen Xi, he likely would have been in grave danger, while Third Saint Son Zhao Long had been arrogant and overbearing from the start, bullying others.

Right and wrong were instantly clarified, and the voices denouncing Ye Xuan outside the Elder Hall diminished significantly.

Many disciples with ordinary backgrounds began to spread the footage from the Recording Stone themselves. In just half an hour, everyone in the Cangqiong Holy Land knew the ins and outs of the matter.

The voices denouncing Ye Xuan began to turn into voices denouncing Third Saint Son Zhao Long.

"I suggest we must severely punish Third Saint Son Zhao Long. This person is despicable and shameless; we are ashamed to be associated with him!"

"How can such a person be worthy of being a Saint Son of our Cangqiong Holy Land? Revoke his Saint Son status; we must revoke his Saint Son status!"

The outcry was even greater than before, forcing the Elder Hall to convene another meeting. As for the Zhao Family's elder seats, they were empty, as if they were feeling guilty about the matter.

In the Cangqiong Holy Land, within the Zhao Family's residence, several top-grade spiritual veins contributed countless dense spiritual energy to the area. Third Saint Son Zhao Long threw his wine cup to the ground with a livid expression.

"That Pretty Boy Ye Xuan is damned; he actually made me make a fool of myself in front of everyone."

Even now, Third Saint Son Zhao Long was still obsessed with the scene outside the Cangbing Pavilion, where a crowd of disciples had scrambled to use their Recording Stones to capture the image of him wetting his pants. Whenever he thought of this, he wished he could skin Ye Xuan alive.

"Boss, Boss, it's bad! Public opinion has shifted dramatically!"

Before Third Saint Son Zhao Long could even catch his breath, a message came through the sound-transmission stone on the table.

"Boss, now everyone outside is rumored that you, Boss, did not abide by the wager and tried to welch on it. You even summoned your protector, Wang Xianzhi, to attack Ye Xuan. Fortunately, there was a Holy Land elder, Sword God Li Chungang, by Ye Xuan's side who couldn't bear to watch and rescued Ye Xuan…"

The message from this underling almost completely overlapped with what Third Saint Son Zhao Long had actually done, and the underling even specifically emphasized that this was the information he had seen in its entirety from the Recording Stone.

Furthermore, Third Saint Son Zhao Long had now become a rat crossing the street that everyone wanted to beat. If he appeared outside in the Cangqiong Holy Land right now, he would likely be besieged by many disciples…

"Pfft—"

After reading it, Third Saint Son Zhao Long's body shuddered violently, and he sprayed a mist of blood from his mouth.

"Bastard, bastard! That damned Pretty Boy, I, Third Saint Son Zhao Long, will never coexist with you!"

"Lin Qingxue, do you have a solution?"

"…" Lin Qingxue remained silent for a long time, not saying a word.

"Hmph, Lin Qingxue, don't forget, with your cultivation aptitude, if it weren't for me, your brother, constantly supporting you all these years, would you have been able to cultivate to the Earth Profound Realm?"

Seeing this, Third Saint Son Zhao Long's tone turned hostile, and he glanced at Lin Qingxue coldly: "Back then, if I hadn't helped you go to the Yun Family to call off the engagement, do you think you would have been able to annul that marriage contract with Yun Zhe?"

"And you also promised me that you would marry me after the three-year appointment with that ant Yun Zhe. Now, there is less than a year left!"

These words carried many implications: I helped you so much back then, so today you must help me resolve this matter.

"What are you saying, Senior Brother Zhao? Could it be that the method you used previously wasn't something I helped you think of?"

Knowing she couldn't avoid it, Lin Qingxue rolled her eyes at Third Saint Son Zhao Long, her voice full of speechlessness: "Senior Brother Zhao Long, right now you can only stubbornly insist that Ye Xuan forged this Recording Stone; that is your only chance for a comeback."

Regarding Third Saint Son Zhao Long, Lin Qingxue began to consider an escape route. If she continued to follow such a person, she feared that once the things they had done in the past were exposed, she would no longer be tolerated by the Cangqiong Holy Land.

Therefore, she had to sever all ties with this piece of trash, Third Saint Son Zhao Long. Fortunately, she had been holding back for the past few years.

Thinking of this, the stone in Lin Qingxue's heart fell. In order to catch up with her sister, Lin Qingzhu, she didn't know how much preparation she had made; she didn't want to give up halfway. Now, she was just one step away!

"Is that so? Looking at the current situation, that is indeed the only way to go." Hearing this solution, Third Saint Son Zhao Long's expression improved slightly.

"By the way, go tell Jun Ze that I agree to the conditions he proposed to me!"

After pondering for a long time, Third Saint Son Zhao Long prepared to reach a deal with the unfathomable Star River. Previously, a disciple of the Cangqiong Holy Land, Jun Ze, had obtained his contact information from somewhere unknown and left a message saying he wanted to help him deal with Ye Xuan…