111: Chapter 111 The truth is revealed, but it's not over yet!

Chu Ningshuang's heart skipped a beat.

Because she could tell that Lin Yi was about to strike.

As expected.

Lin Yi continued to speak.

"But this is not enough."

As soon as those five words were spoken.

The atmosphere in the entire Ancestral Hall tightened once again.

Chu Wanjun frowned.

Chu Ningshuang's palms were covered in sweat.

Even Chu Chengdao narrowed his eyes slightly.

Lin Yi's gaze swept across the room.

Like a blade, it lightly brushed over everyone.

Finally, it stopped on Chu Ningshuang's face.

"Wanqing's Bloodline is noble."

"There was a problem with the xuantian mirror."

"So, This Holy Son would like to know."

He took a step forward.

Chu Ningshuang instinctively took half a step back.

"Who was it."

"That planted the Erosion Yin Blood Curse inside Wanqing's body?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the air in the Ancestral Hall instantly froze.

Everyone heard it.

Erosion Yin Blood Curse.

These four words were even more explosive than the great emperors essence blood.

Something like a blood curse was an absolute taboo within an Imperial Clan.

It wasn't just any ordinary forbidden technique.

It was an evil thing specifically used to erode and pollute another's Bloodline.

Furthermore, the caster must be in extremely close contact with the target to plant the blood curse.

In other words.

The person capable of planting the Erosion Yin Blood Curse inside Chu Wanqing's body.

Could only be someone from within the Chu Family.

Or someone working in collusion with an insider of the Chu Family.

The Disciple seating area erupted.

"Erosion Yin Blood Curse?"

"Who did it?"

"There's a mole! The Family has a mole!"

"That cloud of black Qi just now was the blood curse? No wonder there was a problem with the xuantian mirror!"

"So the Imperial Daughter's Bloodline was fine from the beginning, and someone tampered with it?"

"Then the rumors from these past three days..."

"*Hiss—*"

The murmurs grew louder and louder.

Everyone's gaze changed.

From the previous doubt towards Chu Wanqing.

To looking at and suspecting each other.

Who is the mole?

Who is colluding with outsiders?

Who secretly attacked the Imperial Daughter?

Large beads of sweat broke out on Chu Wanjun's forehead.

He never expected that Lin Yi would not only break the blood curse.

But also expose the matter of the blood curse in public.

His original plan was that even if Chu Wanqing made a comeback, as long as no one knew about the blood curse.

He could just play dumb and blame it all on the xuantian mirror being old and in disrepair.

But now.

The four words 'Erosion Yin Blood Curse' were already out in the open.

There was no way out.

Chu Ningshuang was in an even worse state.

Her face was as pale as paper.

Not the kind of paleness one fakes.

It truly lacked any hint of color.

She could feel the surrounding gazes gathering on her.

One.

Two.

More and more.

Some were scrutinizing.

Some were speculating.

Some were realizing the truth.

And some were just there for the spectacle.

And among these gazes, the one that terrified her the most was Chu Chengdao's.

Those eyes were as cold as knives, more terrifying than any rage.

Chu Ningshuang swallowed hard.

She was wondering if she should run away first.

But her legs were as soft as noodles; she couldn't move a step.

Lin Yi didn't give her time to think.

"Something like the Erosion Yin Blood Curse, This Holy Son is also seeing it for the first time."

He walked to the side of the xuantian mirror and lightly tapped the dark green ancient stone twice with his fingertip.

*Thump, thump!*

"However, as far as I know."

"A person capable of using such a forbidden technique must have a Physique that is inherently related to the words 'Erosion Yin'."

These words were like a clap of thunder.

Accurately striking into Chu Ningshuang's camp.

The first few in the Disciple seating area to react turned their gazes toward Chu Ningshuang in an instant.

Chu Ningshuang's entire body stiffened.

"You're talking nonsense!"

She cried out, her voice high-pitched and out of tune.

"I am a dignified Imperial Daughter of the Chu Family! How could I possibly be involved with some Erosion Yin forbidden technique!"

"Lin Yi, you're making false accusations!"

Lin Yi looked at her, his expression very calm.

"This Holy Son said 'a person capable of using such a forbidden technique'."

"I didn't name you."

He paused.

"For you to jump out so eagerly."

"Is it because you have a guilty conscience, or are you just sick?"

Someone in the Ancestral Hall couldn't hold it back and let out a snort of laughter.

Although they immediately covered their mouth.

The sound was exceptionally clear in the silent hall.

Chu Ningshuang's face turned from white to red, and then from red to green.

The three colors shifted as smoothly as flowing water.

Chu Wanjun finally couldn't sit still any longer.

"Saint Lin! You are pointing at the mulberry tree while cursing the locust tree in my Chu Family's Ancestral Hall!"

"Ningshuang is my Chu Family's Imperial Daughter, what right do you have..."

"Imperial Daughter?"

Lin Yi interrupted him, his voice suddenly turning cold.

"You say she is the Imperial Daughter."

"And the xuantian mirror also said Chu Wanqing's Bloodline was impure."

"And the result?"

His gaze moved from Chu Wanjun and fell back onto Chu Ningshuang's face.

"Since someone could tamper with the xuantian mirror."

"Then is there a possibility."

"That a certain person's status as Imperial Daughter."

"Was fabricated in the first place!"

As these words landed.

The entire Ancestral Hall fell completely silent.

It was so quiet that even the sound of breathing could be heard.

Chu Ningshuang's pupils dilated.

She understood.

Lin Yi wasn't just clearing Chu Wanqing's name.

He had already finished that step.

What he was doing now.

Was the reverse: putting a knife to her throat.

What he wanted to investigate wasn't Chu Wanqing's Bloodline.

It was Chu Ningshuang's.

"You..."

Chu Ningshuang opened her mouth.

But she couldn't utter a single complete sentence.

Lin Yi withdrew his gaze, his tone returning to a casual state.

"This Holy Son is very curious."

"A person who deliberately framed their own clanswoman."

"Their own Bloodline."

"Is it clean?"

He looked at Chu Chengdao.

"Patriarch Chu, what do you think?"

Chu Chengdao was silent for two seconds.

Then he slowly spoke.

"Investigate!"

One word.

Yet it carried more weight than a thousand words.

Chu Ningshuang's vision went dark.

When she heard this word, only one thought remained in her mind.

Wang Teng.

Wang Family.

She needed the people from the Wang Family to save her.

But in the next moment, she remembered.

Wang Teng had already been killed by Lin Yi.

Completely dead.

Even his Origin had been refined by the immortal burial coffin.

She was now.

Isolated and helpless.

Chu Wanjun also realized that the situation had spiraled completely out of control.

He took a deep breath, wanting to struggle a bit more.

"Patriarch, this matter still needs to be considered carefully..."

"Chu Wanjun."

Chu Chengdao's voice rang out, brook no argument.

"Do you also."

"Want this seat to investigate you as well?"

Chu Wanjun trembled violently.

His mouth snapped shut.

Shut tight.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the Ancestral Hall had dropped to the freezing point.

Chu Wanqing stood behind Lin Yi, watching all of this.

Her eyes were still a bit red.

But the corners of her mouth had already curled up.

Three days ago, she stood here alone, being cursed by everyone pointing at her nose.

Three days later, it was still the same place.

But there was a person standing in front of her.

That person had used only a few sentences to turn the situation completely upside down.

She suddenly felt like laughing.

Not because of the satisfaction of having her name cleared.

But because she had discovered something.

Some people come into your life not to add flowers to a bouquet, but to provide charcoal in the snow.

And then, they casually set fire to the house of the person who bullied you.

Su Yuxi watched Lin Yi's back from the side.

The corners of her mouth curved slightly.

This man's way of doing things still had that same flavor.

First, save the person.

Then, reclaim the field.

And finally, don't forget to drag out the mastermind behind the scenes.

A full-service package.

Complete and perfect.

Shen Qingyue lightly withdrew her gaze, a trace of soft light shimmering in the depths of her eyes.

She didn't speak.

But the scales in her heart tilted a bit more toward Lin Yi's side.

Outside the Ancestral Hall, the immortal burial coffin was still suspended in the sky.

The ancient patterns on the bronze coffin surface shimmered with a faint cold light.

Like a pair of eyes looking down upon the mortal world.

Reminding everyone present.

That this play was far from over.

Lin Yi stood in the center of the hall, looking at the ashen-faced Chu Ningshuang.

He then glanced at the sweating Chu Wanjun.

The corners of his mouth curled slightly.

"How about right now."

"Let everyone have their eyes opened as well."