840: Chapter 836 Evidence 840: Chapter 836 Evidence Li Hui exclaimed angrily, “The Heavenly Sect are evil—do you think you can claim to be righteous?
Maybe you’re just using us against the Heavenly Sect and feeding us lies.
I’ll say it again: without evidence, I won’t believe a single word you say, not even a punctuation mark!”
Duan Feng voiced his agreement, “Li Hui is right!
This time, if you can’t show us proof, we’d rather die here by your hands than believe your words or let you manipulate us!”
Buoyed by Li Hui and Duan Feng’s statements, the other martial artists began shouting eagerly in unison.
“Exactly!
Evidence!
Show us the evidence!”
“If there’s no proof, we won’t trust you!”
“You’re just trying to use us, aren’t you?
Do you think we’re fools?”
…
Every martial artist demanded Ye Tian, Zhao Sixi, and the rest to produce proof, but the conversation between the Heavenly Sect’s sect leader and Dai Li was something Zhao Sixi had overheard.
At the time, Zhao Sixi was struggling for survival; managing to bring these words back was already a miracle.
How could he have actual evidence?
Ding Da shouted loudly, “Everyone, how could evidence be so easily produced?
Do you even understand how hard it is to infiltrate the Heavenly Sect?
Zhao Sixi risked his life to pass on the message.
How can you all choose not to believe him?
If you do, wouldn’t his sacrifice have been in vain?”
Despite Ding Da’s impassioned plea, the group of martial artists refused to believe him, continuing to berate him relentlessly…
Ye Tian easily put all of them down with his martial skills, leaving them sprawled on the ground, but he hadn’t silenced their mouths.
Their clamor filled the jungle, the noise rising into the night sky.
“Heh heh heh~~~~ You want evidence?
I’ll give you evidence!”
Facing the martial artists’ aggressive demands, Ye Tian remained composed.
Smirking coldly, he spoke.
“Evidence?
Where would you pull evidence from?”
Li Hui asked incredulously, but Ye Tian didn’t respond.
Instead, he leaped furiously onto the treetop!
Atop the tree stood a figure dressed in black.
Due to the dark attire blending into the night, no one had noticed his presence—but he couldn’t escape Ye Tian’s sharp gaze.
“Impossible!?”
The figure in black was startled upon being discovered by Ye Tian.
He sprang into action, leaping tens of meters away in a single bound.
“How quick!”
The martial artists finally caught sight of the figure, craning their necks upward.
Yet as soon as they glimpsed his shadow, he had already shot far into the distance.
His Light Skill Steps were astonishingly fast, a speed almost beyond belief!
“Fast?
No matter how fast, can he outrun my Palm Force?”
Ye Tian smirked coldly, then swung his palm toward the direction in which the figure fled.
Though separated by tens of meters, Ye Tian’s airborne Palm Force seemed guided by an unseen will, striking the black-clad figure squarely in the back.
“Boom!”
A deafening explosion echoed as the figure’s clothing was shredded by the impact of Ye Tian’s Palm Force.
On his back, a deep palm imprint remained.
“Waaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~~~~~~~~~”
The figure plummeted from the sky, unbalanced and defeated.
The nimble Ye Tian dashed forward, arriving before him in the blink of an eye.
“You… you…”
The black-clad figure pointed at Ye Tian, his face twisted with fury.
But under the effects of Ye Tian’s Palm Force, he was unable to form coherent words, leaving himself vulnerable to Ye Tian’s judgment.
Ye Tian grabbed the man and dragged him before the crowd, tossing him into their midst.
“Look closely.
Who is this?”
Ye Tian questioned directly, and the martial artists struggled to their feet.
They immediately recognized the black-clad figure’s identity!
“It’s Dai Li, the Inner Sect disciple from the Dai family!”
“That’s right!
It’s him.
No wonder his Qinggong is so skilled!”
“But why is Dai Li here?”
…
The martial artists were filled with doubt, puzzled as to why this black-clad man had appeared in this treacherous place.
Ye Tian pointed at Dai Li and spoke coldly, “Everyone, this man is the proof I mentioned.
Interrogate him thoroughly, and you’ll understand the full story!”
At Ye Tian’s command, the martial artists quickly encircled Dai Li.
Li Hui demanded angrily, “Dai Li, explain—why is the Heavenly Sect forcing us Outer Sect disciples to kill each other?”
Dai Li snorted derisively, “What else could it be?
Survival of the fittest!
The sect leader made it abundantly clear—they intend to accept a few Outer Sect disciples into the Inner Sect to enter Biyao Palace and learn the true Wind Flow Strength cultivation technique.
But the Heavenly Sect has far too many Outer Sect disciples, so they chose only a few outstanding candidates based on merit and passed down the complete Wind Flow Strength to them, allowing them to advance through self-cultivation.
That’s Heavenly Sect’s survival-of-the-fittest process!
If the rest of the Outer Sect disciples, who didn’t receive the complete Wind Flow Strength cultivation technique, feel they’re worthy of entering the Inner Sect, they can challenge those preselected candidates in duels to seize the Wind Flow technique.
During these battles, life and death are dictated by fate—that is the Heavenly Sect’s method of determining who thrives and who perishes!”
Dai Li’s explanation was seamless, leaving no opportunity for rebuttal.
The surrounding Outer Sect disciples began to accept his words.
They exchanged uncertain glances, all silently turning their gaze toward Ye Tian.
Didn’t Ye Tian claim that Dai Li was proof?
Dai Li’s words seemed to disprove Ye Tian’s entire argument.
Ye Tian noticed their wavering expressions, furrowing his eyebrows slightly.
Yet he remained silent, instead producing a silver needle and driving it into the back of Dai Li’s neck!
“In my presence, no one is permitted to lie.
If you want to die, then go ahead and repeat the words you’ve just spoken!”
Ye Tian declared chillingly.
Dai Li shuddered inwardly, and quickly protested, “Me?
Lie?
How could I possibly lie?
Everything I said was truth!”
But no sooner had the words left his mouth than Dai Li felt sudden irregularities throughout his body!
The True Qi within his meridians began to reverse violently, as if ready to burst forth from his flesh, leaving Dai Li in excruciating pain!
What was happening?
Never in his life had Dai Li experienced anything like this.
Could it be possible for someone to manipulate Qi using a silver needle, preventing others from lying?
The sensation was akin to teetering on the brink of death.
Only by painstakingly calming himself did the agonizing turbulence within his body subside…
Ye Tian approached again, pressing Dai Li coldly, “Now, Dai Li, tell us everything you know.
Remember, if you dare lie, your body will shatter and you’ll die!”
Shatter and die…
A chill ran down Dai Li’s spine…
He, a proud Inner Sect disciple of the Heavenly Sect, was not afraid of death, but dying in a grotesque way was utterly humiliating.
To die with his body shattered—that would be the most disgraceful death imaginable.
Even other disciples in the Heavenly Sect would scorn him…
“…”
Faced with the threat, Dai Li opted to clamp his mouth shut, refusing to utter a single word.
Lying might mean death, but if he kept silent, these people couldn’t do anything to him.
But after mere seconds of silence, Dai Li’s entire body was overwhelmed by piercing agony once again!
Ye Tian sneered darkly, “Don’t think silence will save you.
Haven’t you heard?
Silence itself is a form of deception!”
Dai Li locked eyes with Ye Tian—this man was no mere human, but a demon.
Before Ye Tian, Dai Li knew he didn’t stand a chance.
“Alright!
I’ll talk!
Just take the needle away—I’ll confess everything!”
Dai Li cried out, surrendering completely.
Faced with Ye Tian, submission was his only option.
Ye Tian smirked, pulling the silver needle from Dai Li’s neck.
If Dai Li was willing to talk, there was no need to use further coercion, as he wouldn’t dare cause trouble again…
“Speak!
What’s the truth behind all this?”
Li Hui demanded fiercely, and Dai Li, unwilling but helpless, began revealing everything to the crowd.
It all started with a young man bearing the surname Long, who approached the sect leader of the Heavenly Sect…
This youth appeared extraordinarily young, yet the sect leader treated him with extreme reverence.
In front of the young Long, the sect leader shed all airs of authority, consistently bowing and scraping.
The other Inner Sect disciples didn’t understand the youth’s identity, but seeing the sect leader fawn over him, they had no choice but to follow suit and appease the youth.
During an emergency assembly, the Long youth did not attend, instead observing the proceedings from behind the scenes…
After the assembly concluded, the Long youth approached the sect leader, his curiosity piqued by the term “Slaughter Order.”
“Sect leader, would the Slaughter Order result in many deaths?”
The young Long directly inquired, and the sect leader candidly replied.
“No, there will only be one death this time.
Only Sima Yun has applied for the Slaughter Order, so even if Sima Yun achieves his goal and kills his enemy, there will be only one casualty.”
The young Long’s expression darkened in dissatisfaction.
“Just one death—is that worthy of the name ‘Slaughter Order’?
How unbefitting!
To bear such a name, at least hundreds should die to make it worthwhile!”
“Yes, yes, yes.
Next time, I’ll ensure our disciples submit all their enemies’ names, killing them one by one until it meets your satisfaction!”
“Next time?
Why wait for next time?”
Impatience flickered across the young Long’s face.
“I want to see how many will die this time.
Sect leader, I noticed you have many Outer Sect disciples in the Heavenly Sect—why not have them slaughter each other instead?”
“Well…”
The sect leader hesitated, but in the presence of the young Long, he could only bow his head, ultimately agreeing to the morbid proposal…