Although Ye Yang didn't know the whole story, he guessed from the clues that the Kong family was a trap targeting Xia Mengying!

Ye Yang had been preventing the woman in red from speaking because he felt that her so-called story contained hidden dangers.

Butcher Wang drew his blade with one hand, and with the other, he pulled out five bone nails from his satchel, carefully guarding Xia Mengying.

Ye Yang's sword, however, sliced through the air at this moment, rushing towards the courtyard.

The white rainbow brought by the sword in the sky and the afterimage of Ye Yang's white clothes were like a dragon startling the heavens, pouncing down from the sky, its ferocious dragon claws striking directly at the golden mountain.

The sword energy, several zhang long, plunged into the ground, and the Kong family's courtyard instantly became a whirlwind of sand and stones. The gold and silver shattered by the sword energy fell like silver snow and golden rain.

Ye Yang stood among the colorful lights and shadows, his figure like an immortal, his killing intent like a demon.

The ethereal detachment of a sword immortal and the cold, resolute ruthlessness of a sword demon seemed to perfectly blend in Ye Yang.

Ye Yang's figure didn't move, but the ground beneath his feet was cracking apart under the aftermath of the sword energy, and heavy black mist rolled out from the cracks.

The Kong family's courtyard was instantly filled with black mist, and shadows of ghosts were everywhere.

Countless figures lurked in the mist, wandering around Ye Yang, sometimes appearing for a moment, sometimes letting out a ghostly wail.

Ye Yang pointed his long sword diagonally at the ground, unmoving.

The baleful aura on Xia Mengying's body was becoming heavier and heavier; she was about to fall into evil.

Butcher Wang seemed to understand something and shouted anxiously, "Ye Yang, quickly kill all the ghosts here! Don't let Xia Xia act!"

"Wait a little longer!" Ye Yang only said three words, but the sword energy emanating from his body began to gradually weaken.

The weaker Ye Yang's sword energy became, the more rampant the ghosts around him became.

In just a short moment, more than half of the ghosts emerged from the black mist, tentatively reaching out towards Ye Yang.

Butcher Wang's face instantly became extremely solemn. She knew that Ye Yang was looking for the key to breaking the Kong family's ghost array.

Ye Yang's first sword failed to hit the eye of the formation, but instead released all the ghosts. If he couldn't find the eye of the formation when he struck with his second sword, all the ghosts would inevitably riot in an instant.

No matter how high their cultivation was, they couldn't stop Xia Mengying from acting. At that time, Xia Mengying would really step onto the path of evil.

Ye Yang restrained his sword energy and used himself as bait in order to find the eye of the formation as soon as possible.

Butcher Wang's mind was also racing, thinking over and over about everything that had happened since they entered the Kong family.

The woman in red would rather endure ten swords from Ye Yang than tell the story of that year, just to create an image for Xia Mengying of someone who would rather have her soul scattered than not seek justice for her husband.

The person who arranged for the woman in red to be here had always understood the thinking of people in the martial world.

He knew very well that Ye Yang and Butcher Wang were not rookies fresh out of the gate; they couldn't be fooled by a simple story.

Therefore, he deliberately revealed a flaw—not allowing the Kong family ghosts to move.

This flaw then erupted at just the right time when Butcher Wang was analyzing the mystery of the Kong family, further confirming the "truth" of the Kong family's slaughter that year!

Ye Yang and Butcher Wang wouldn't care whether Kong Qian was wrongly killed.

Because they had encountered too many wronged souls; things that were more miserable, more unjust, and more filled with resentment than Kong Qian's were everywhere.

They also adhered to the rules of the Taoists—not seeking justice for ghosts unless hired to do so.

However, Xia Mengying was different.

Kong Qian's unjust death couldn't shake Xia Mengying's beliefs. Studying literature inevitably meant studying history. People who could leave their names in the annals of history, whether for good or ill, first had to have the qualifications to have their names recorded.

More than 70% of the people who could obtain such qualifications were scholars, and they studied the books of sages.

The thing that could truly impact Xia Mengying's beliefs was why the Kong family members still had the aura of righteousness?

Could it be that the aura of righteousness was like a martial artist's internal energy; once cultivated, it would remain no matter what they did?

Or was it that as long as a person's beliefs didn't waver, even if what they persisted in was a fallacy, they could still cultivate the aura of righteousness?

When Butcher Wang thought of this, she quietly turned her head and looked around.

In her opinion, Xia Mengying was able to reach the realm of a scholar at this age, infinitely close to a great Confucian, and would not be easily shaken by others.

In particular, this baleful aura on Xia Mengying's body was even more inexplicable!

Didn't civil officials kill people?

No, civil officials also killed people, but they rarely did it themselves.

Didn't scholars have killing intent?

That was even more wrong!

Since the Song Dynasty, it was not uncommon for scholars to command troops. Could one say that scholars didn't have killing intent?

However, the killing intent of scholars was relatively gentle, not ostentatious or violent.

It focused more on the aura than on the act of killing itself.

Xia Mengying was being controlled!

Ye Yang was looking in the wrong direction.

From the perspective of Feng Shui suppressing demons, he focused his attention on the center of the courtyard, but the thing that was truly controlling Xia Mengying should be in the main hall.

Butcher Wang understood the key to this, but her heart was also alarmed.

If she attacked now, the other party would definitely control Xia Mengying to counterattack!

A Butcher Sect master versus a Confucian scholar was not only a fierce battle, but also one that Butcher Wang would inevitably have to be cautious about.

When Butcher Wang quietly looked at Xia Mengying, she saw that a trace of dark red had already appeared in her eyes.

This was a sign of turning evil.