69novels Chapter 315 The Truth Comes Out
Chapter 315 The Truth Comes Out
Chapter 315 The Truth Comes Out
Chen Yi raised his head, his gaze calmly meeting that of True Monarch Crane Crest, and said in a flat tone, "Senior Crane Crest, what are you talking about? This junior doesn't understand. If you have evidence, then show it directly. If you don't have evidence, then don't shout randomly. A loud voice doesn't mean you're right."
Upon hearing this, a deathly silence fell over the surroundings.
This is a powerful cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage! How dare this kid speak like that?
A hint of surprise flashed in Yuanzhen's eyes in the crowd, which quickly turned into even stronger schadenfreude.
Just then, a phantom nascent soul emerged from the sleeve of the Crane-Crowned True Monarch.
The little man was entirely crimson, with a resentful and venomous face; he was none other than Huo Yuan Zhenjun, who was now only a Nascent Soul cultivator.
He pointed at Chen Yi and cried out in a shrill voice, "Master! It's him! Chen Yi!"
He said he wouldn't steal my opportunity that day, but then he attacked me from behind! That bitch Ning Bu'er was also there! This is absolutely true, what other explanation is there?!
Huo Yuan Zhenjun spoke with absolute certainty, his resentment reaching the heavens.
The surrounding cultivators' gazes towards Chen Yi immediately changed, filled with disdain and wariness.
It's true that the world of cultivation is a dog-eat-dog world, but this kind of behavior—treating each other like brothers on the surface while stabbing each other in the back—is the most despicable.
Despite being condemned by everyone, Chen Yi remained calm and composed.
He even had the leisure to straighten his cuffs before slowly and deliberately speaking: "Fellow Daoist Huo Yuan, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want."
We're all Nascent Soul cultivators; everyone knows how to disguise themselves and mimic aura. The fact that you were ambushed only means you're either less skilled or blind.
"You!" Huo Yuan Zhenjun was so angry that his nascent soul trembled and almost collapsed.
Chen Yi ignored him, his gaze sweeping across the entire room, and his voice rose a few decibels: "I have long heard that the righteous path of Zhongzhou has a profound foundation, with all sorts of supernatural abilities to trace back time and verify authenticity emerging one after another."
Since this matter originated with Chen, Chen is unwilling to take the blame.
He flipped his hand, and a storage bag appeared in his palm.
"Here are materials worth 20,000 spirit stones. I, Chen, would like to offer this as payment and request that the senior experts and prodigies present verify its authenticity."
Chen Yi looked around, his gaze frank: "If it is found that this matter was indeed done by me, I will compensate Fellow Daoist Huo Yuan for all his losses double."
But if the truth is found out, it turns out that someone was behind it all, framing and framing someone else —
He paused, his gaze drifting almost imperceptibly towards Yuanzhen in the center of the crowd, a cold glint in his eyes: "Then, whoever should bear the corresponding responsibility, should bear it. Senior Crane-Crest, fellow Daoists, what do you think?"
These words were forceful and clearly articulated.
Twenty thousand spirit stones is not a huge sum for a Nascent Soul cultivator, but it is enough to show one's attitude.
The fact that they dare to take a gamble is itself a testament to their confidence.
The tense atmosphere immediately eased considerably.
The Crane-Crowned True Lord's expression softened slightly, and his indiscriminate killing intent subsided somewhat.
He was, after all, a grandmaster. If he were to publicly kill an innocent person, it would not sound good to him.
Since they dare to verify, then let's verify!
Crane-Crowned True Lord's gaze swept across the crowd like lightning, finally settling on Yuanzhen's dignified and solemn face.
"Fellow Daoist Yuanzhen."
The Crane-Crowned True Lord said in a deep voice, "I have heard that the Vajra Temple has a supernatural power called the 'Lotus of Cause and Effect,' which can trace the origin of cause and effect and directly point to the human heart."
"Master, would you be willing to use this method to help me uncover the truth? If you succeed, I will owe you a favor."
A favor from a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator is priceless.
Everyone looked at Yuanzhen.
Yuanzhen's smile froze for a moment.
He clasped his hands together, chanted a Buddhist prayer, and looked troubled: "Amitabha. Senior Crane Peak, you may not know, but this humble monk's skills are not proficient. The Lotus of Cause and Effect is the temple's supreme secret technique, which this humble monk has not yet mastered. I am truly willing but unable to do so."
They managed to shirk all responsibility completely.
Chen Yi sneered inwardly.
This monk is indeed suspicious.
The Crane-Crowned True Lord frowned, clearly dissatisfied with the answer, but he couldn't force him.
He then looked around and said loudly, "Is there any other fellow Daoist who possesses similar supernatural abilities? Whether it's tracing back time or restoring magical imprints, as long as the truth can be uncovered, I will reward you handsomely!"
The crowd looked at each other, but no one responded.
This kind of supernatural power is too unorthodox and consumes a lot of energy. Who would want to practice this for no reason?
Just as the situation reached a stalemate, a clear voice rang out.
"I do know a secret technique of the Silver Spirit Clan."
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Yuan Lingling walking out from behind the crowd.
She glanced at Chen Yi, then looked at True Monarch Crane Peak, and said calmly, "As long as we consume a certain amount of spatial origin materials at the place where Fellow Daoist Huo Yuan was injured, we can recreate the image of the magic imprint at that time by tracing the energy fluctuations of the space."
Once the mark appears, it will be immediately clear who did it.
The Crane-Crowned True Lord's eyes lit up: "This method is feasible?"
“It is certainly feasible.” Yuan Lingling nodded. “However, this method requires materials containing high-level spatial origins as a medium, and such things are rare even in Zhongzhou.”
Crane-Crowned True Lord's face stiffened.
The fundamental material of space?
Such things usually only exist in the depths of the void or in certain spatial rifts, and are extremely rare and hard to come by.
He's covered in fire-attribute treasures, where would he get any?
The surrounding cultivators also shook their heads.
These conditions are too harsh.
Just when everyone thought the trail was about to go cold again, Chen Yi's voice rang out once more.
"The fundamental material of space?"
He flipped his hand over, and something appeared in his palm.
"Will this do? I managed to obtain this fragment by chance in the ancient battlefield."
All eyes immediately turned to that direction.
In Chen Yi's hand, there was a silver serrated piece about the size of a fingernail.
The serrated edges were extremely sharp; as soon as they appeared, the surrounding light was distorted and swallowed up, emanating a chilling aura.
It was a fragment of Silver Blade's natal dagger.
This fragment was something Chen Yi had just secretly and painstakingly cut off from the dagger using his newly comprehended spatial runes.
If he hadn't been intimately familiar with the spatial structure of the Silver Blade, and hadn't possessed the rudimentary spatial power within the Thunder Soul, he wouldn't have been able to damage that dagger in the slightest.
"this----"
Yuan Lingling's pupils contracted slightly as she stared intently at the saw-toothed section, a hint of disbelief flashing in her eyes.
This is not only a space material, but it is also extremely pure!
How could he have something like this? And judging from the cut—it looks like it was just cut off?
Chen Yi handed over the saw blade, his expression calm: "Is this enough?"
The collective consciousness intertwined like a spider web, repeatedly scraping against the silver fragment.
This thing has a strange shape, and the broken edge exudes a chilling aura. There is also an elusive spatial fluctuation that appears and disappears in my perception, as if it might disappear into the void at any moment.
Most of the cultivators frowned and remained silent after withdrawing their divine senses.
Only Yuan Lingling, standing at the back of the crowd, slightly contracted her pupils.
Silver Spirit Clan.
That special spatial fundamental fluctuation is definitely not wrong.
This was clearly a natal artifact painstakingly refined by a Nascent Soul cultivator of the Silver Spirit Clan. It was incredibly hard, and ordinary magic weapons could hardly damage it in the slightest. Yet, a corner of it had been smashed off by someone.
Yuan Lingling glanced at Chen Yi, who stood not far away with an indifferent expression, without making a sound.
It seems this person is much stronger than she imagined.
In addition, there was Silver Horn's subtle attitude towards Chen Yi before—
Yuan Lingling's heart was tipped in a limbo.
Although she didn't fully understand Silver Horn's thoughts, and even thought the guess that Silver Horn was currying favor with Chen Yi was a bit absurd, in the world of cultivation, even if there was only a one in ten thousand chance, it was worth taking a gamble.
Moreover, Chen Yi was Ji Wuchen's good friend, so he was naturally considered a half-ally.
It's a small act of kindness, but it creates a positive connection; it's worthwhile.
Yuan Lingling no longer hesitated and nodded slightly to Chen Yi.
With a flick of his sleeve, Chen Yi sent the silver fragment transforming into a stream of light that hovered steadily in front of Yuan Lingling.
Yuan Lingling turned to look at True Lord Crane Peak, parted her lips slightly, and transmitted a few words.
The old, gloomy face of the Crane-Crowned True Monarch twitched twice, his gaze swept over Chen Yi and Yuan Lingling, and finally he nodded heavily.
"Let's go to the Spirit Pool."
The group, enveloped in spiritual light, protected the Fire Element True Lord, whose body was now only a Nascent Soul, and made a grand return to the Flaming Spirit Pool, the place where the Fire Element True Lord's physical body had collapsed.
As he walked, Chen Yi glanced at the end of the crowd out of the corner of his eye.
The bald monk who always clasped his hands together and spoke of compassion was gone.
Yuanzhen's disappearance was abrupt and didn't even cause much of a stir.
Only a few peripheral cultivators saw it, and Yuanzhen gave a high-sounding reason—the opportunity in the secret realm is fleeting, and this humble monk does not want to waste time here.
A very faint smile appeared on Chen Yi's lips.
They run fast, though.
He made no attempt to stop him, letting the figure disappear into the distance.
Sometimes, the performance is even more brilliant when the main character isn't present.
Flame Spirit Pool.
The rocks have been vitrified by the high temperature, and the air still retains the violent fire elemental power and a chilling killing intent.
Yuan Lingling stood in the center of the mess.
Her fingers flew across the paper, pale silver light dancing at her fingertips, as she cast intricate hand seals one by one into the silver fragment.
"Disperse."
A soft shout.
The seemingly indestructible silver serrations began to crumble, transforming into countless tiny silver mists that spread across the ruins.
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The fog churned, and the light and shadow rearranged.
In the originally empty void, blurry images gradually appeared.
That was the echo of spiritual energy that had lingered in this place in the past, forcibly awakened by a secret technique.
The image gradually became clear.
Everyone unconsciously slowed their breathing.
In the video, a cultivator dressed in a blue robe is facing away from the crowd.
His figure, his clothes, and even the style of his hair were exactly the same as Chen Yi's, who was standing on the sidelines at this moment.
Behind Chen Yi was a female cultivator with a pale face.
Is that Ning Bu'er?
No.
Upon closer inspection, everyone quickly noticed something amiss.
The female cultivator's limbs were stiff, with obvious sluggishness at her joints, and her eyes were lifeless, devoid of any spark of life.
That wasn't a person; it was an exquisitely crafted wooden puppet.
The screen continued to scroll.
Huo Yuan Zhenjun turned around without warning, and the green-robed cultivator suddenly sprang up.
A flash of golden light appeared.
There were no fancy spells, just a punch.
The air trembled as the punch was unleashed, its powerful force piercing through Huo Yuan Zhenjun's chest.
The physical body shattered, and blood mist exploded.
The Nascent Soul of True Lord Huoyuan fled in terror.
The green-robed cultivator did not pursue, but stood there laughing loudly. Although the laughter was silent, his arrogant posture exuded an indescribable eeriness.
Then, he turned around and grabbed.
The "female cultivator" who looked exactly like Ning Bu'er quickly shrank, turning into a palm-sized wooden puppet, which he casually stuffed into his storage bag.
Immediately afterwards, the green-robed cultivator stomped his foot.
A dazzling golden lotus bloomed beneath his feet, carrying him away in a streak of light.
The light and shadow dissipated, and the silver mist vanished into nothingness.
The scene was deathly silent.
Only the gurgling sound of churning lava occasionally broke the suffocating silence.
The truth is laid bare before us, requiring no further explanation.
Although the green-robed cultivator never showed his face, that was no longer important.
The puppet proved that Ning Bu'er was framed.
And the golden light of that final strike, and the golden lotus blooming beneath their feet—
That's a secret Buddhist technique called Vajra Kung Fu.
Within this secret realm, the one who can cultivate the Vajra Skill to the fourth level and possess such power is most likely Yuanzhen.
The aura emanating from the Crane-Crowned True Monarch surged instantly, shattering the surrounding rubble into dust.
"What a wicked monk!"
The roar shook the mountainside.
Crane-Crowned True Lord's beard and hair stood on end, his eyes were bloodshot, and he suddenly turned his head to scan his surroundings, his killing intent surging out like a tide.
"He actually impersonated Young Friend Chen and ambushed my disciple! Where is Yuanzhen?!"
No one answered.
A space was cleared in the crowd where Yuanzhen had originally been standing.
Ran.
Long before everyone checked the footage, the monk had already made his escape.
Only then did those cultivators who had previously been verbally attacking Chen Yi seem to wake up from a dream.
The wind direction has changed.
"It really is Master Yuanzhen—no, it's that bald monk Yuanzhen!"
"I knew something was amiss. Fellow Daoist Chen is a man of integrity; how could he do such a despicable thing?"
"You can know a person's face but not their heart. Vajra Temple is a prestigious sect, how could it produce such a scoundrel?"
Accusations arose one after another.
But it was merely criticism.
No one suggested hunting down Yuanzhen, nor did anyone shout that they wanted to tear Yuanzhen to pieces like they had when they attacked Chen Yi earlier.
Furthermore, as the discussion deepened, the style of the discussion began to become bizarre.
A cultivator who had previously received the Yuanzhen Pill coughed twice and stepped forward.
"True Lord Crane-Crested One, please calm your anger."
The man cupped his hands in a respectful gesture, his eyes darting around. "The scene is realistic, but the person hasn't shown their face. Based solely on the Vajra Skill—we can't be 100% certain it's Fellow Daoist Yuanzhen, can we? What if someone deliberately imitated them?"
Surprisingly, many people echoed this statement.
"Yes, along the way, Fellow Daoist Yuanzhen has been compassionate and selfless in helping others, and even saved my life."
This person doesn't seem like the kind of bad person who would do such evil deeds.
"That's right, I also think there must be more to it than meets the eye."
Another cultivator chimed in, his tone so sincere it was almost laughable, "Even if we take a step back and assume that Yuanzhen really did it, I think he must have had a reason to do so."
Perhaps he was possessed by his inner demons? Or perhaps he was momentarily confused for some greater opportunity?
"Yes, yes, why don't we wait until we leave the secret realm and then Lord Crane-Crowned True Lord go to the Vajra Temple to ask him clearly?"
"Yes, Fellow Daoist Huoyuan has only lost his physical body, his nascent soul is still intact, and he hasn't died. We are all fellow practitioners, there's no need to force Fellow Daoist Yuanzhen to pay with his life."
"Let him pay some compensation, and let the Kongo Temple provide the materials to rebuild his body, and then this matter will be over."
"Harmony brings wealth, harmony brings wealth."
Chen Yi watched this scene with a cold eye.
When this group of people were yelling and threatening him, they didn't say anything about "harmony brings wealth," and no one thought he was "confused for a moment."
this is the truth.
The Vajra Temple is a powerful force, and even cultivators at the late Nascent Soul stage are unwilling to provoke it easily.
Yuanzhen was good at pretending and won over many people's hearts by giving small favors.
Furthermore, Yuanzhen has already escaped, and chasing after him would be a life-or-death struggle. Who would be willing to risk their life against a disciple of the Vajra Temple for the sake of a Fire Element True Lord who is only at the Nascent Soul stage?
This is what is called the right path.
Chen Yi turned his gaze toward the Crane-Crowned True Lord.
The old man, who had been furious just moments before, miraculously froze in anger as he listened to the crowd's persuasion.
That murderous intent, which seemed to pierce the sky, was extinguished as if doused with a bucket of cold water and quickly subsided.
Of course, the Crane-Crowned True Lord knew that this group of people were trying to smooth things over.
But he understood even more clearly what the Vajra Temple meant.
Are they really going to storm the Vajra Temple?
Do not make jokes.
He still wants to continue living in the world of cultivation.
Since the steps have already been laid out at our feet, it would be ungrateful not to go down them.
Crane-Crowned True Monarch slowly turned around and looked at his disciple, Nascent Soul, who was floating beside him, his face full of resentment yet powerless.
His expression was extremely complex, containing both heartache and a hint of relief.
"My disciple."
The voice of the Crane-Crowned True Lord was deep and had a tone of negotiation.
"What do you say? Should I storm the Vajra Temple, capture Yuanzhen, and interrogate him until I get to the bottom of things, making you pay with your life?!"
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