Free Web NovelChapter 12: The Guilty or the Guiltless ~ 4
Elder Han’s brows furrowed much deeper, and the air fell colder.
"You mean to say..."
Qianye shrugged faintly, then one of Qianye’s hands raised to the sword that had been pressed to his neck.
"This sword is not mine," he said and then he gestured to his body, "And all of this blood that is on me, as well as the blood that is on the blade, is my own." fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm
The elf beside him had her eyes gradually widening as well.
"Truly, I must commend him for his capacity for viciousness," And there, Qianye lost whatever trace of amusement that was on his face and in his voice, "Because inner disciple Meng Jue attempted to assassinate me today. He hired a disciple to help him do so, and he would have taken the credit for it."
He laughed to himself, nodding his chin at Meng Jue who had kept his mouth shut, his veins bulged up his neck and forehead.
"All of this commotion he has caused? It was meant to be nothing more than a distraction he had orchestrated to distract both my elf’s attention and the attention of anyone that would arrive in the aftermath of the fact that he had organised for that disciple to kill me in my sleep."
Qianye shook his head faintly and continued, "If not for having some means to continue my little life, everything would have gone as he wanted it to. How glorious would that have been for him?"
He laughed condescendingly, waving his hands exaggeratedly, "Inner Disciple Meng Jue discovered the heretical secrets of that vile Ouyang Qianye, who was secretly a profane cultivator! What’s more, he took it upon himself to face that devil and kill him himself!" Qianye killed off his laugh and scoffed once more. "What a story that would have made! Alas," He shrugged faintly, "Meng Jue summoned you before I could catch the killer."
"..."
Qianye had gone silent after that.
By now, the enforcer that had been holding the blade to his neck was essentially holding it up for appearances, until he received the order to put it down.
Moreover, he wasn’t pressing him down into the ground any more, worsening his injured knees.
Thankfully, by the virtues of the pain tolerance that he had to develop on earth, as well as what he had inherited from Ouyang Qianye, he possessed a very remarkable pain tolerance.
And importantly, although he seemed reluctant about it, Qianye saw at the corner of his eye that the enforcer that had been pressing down on his elf had loosened his pressure by a lot as well.
His gaze on him lingered for several moments, and then their attention was drawn by Elder Han’s voice. And it was not at all kind: ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom
"The disciple trying to leave, stop, immediately."
Ouyang Qianye held back his grin for the moment, and all of a sudden the crowd of outer disciples began to shuffle and murmur. Within moments, to the back of Qianye, is where the disciples had begun moving the most.
"Isn’t that?!"
"Motherfucker, its him!"
"He is the one Senior Ouyang was trying to catch!"
"Bitch drag yourself there and don’t implicate us any further! If Senior Ouyang had singled you out already surely your dog self must have been involved in this scandal somehow!" One of the younger disciples, a rather hot headed male spilled the words.
"No! I’m innocent! I only have an urgent distress signal to attend to! My Clan in Vast Azure City is calling for me!"
"Fuck your clan! Stop resisting and go!"
The commotion grew as the disciples began working together to shove the disciple forward.
It had not been Elder Han Tieliang order to do so however the man did not object to what they were doing so they all did it. And it was simply for the fact that many of them wished to appease Ouyang Qianye by fulfilling his earlier request.
None of them knew if he was truly involved or not, but if they could offer up his one life for their many, they would gladly do it!
After all, it was not as if Ouyang Qianye would single him out for no reason.
Soon enough the gathering of disciples broke apart and everyone’s attention was drawn to the man thrown to the ground. He skidded a little, scurrying to his feet with a sweat burdened face. He didn’t look eastern.
’How unique... to really see the diversity in person’ Qianye briefly thought.
The man looked European, with that shoulder length hair and the unkempt, though sparse goatee. The scar along his neck ran a little down his collar bone.
’Its a little unfortunate though... I had hoped be might be someone Destined as well.’ The thought flitted through him.
He had just tried to inspect him as he had done to Meng Jue earlier, to see his status. However nothing was shown, which he inferred to be because the person didn’t have any Destiny worth showing.
"Disciple Ouyang Qianye," the Han Tieliang called for him as he looked over to the man taking hesitant, fearful steps backwards, hunting for words to spill out of his stuttering mouth, "Is he the one?"
Qianye’s eyes were already on the man, and he could see it in his eyes, as the scene came back to him.
Having snuck in through the back and into that open window of his shack, he had ruthlessly stabbed Ouyang Qianye through the chest in his sleep and left the blade there.
’And yet here you are looking as if the world has done you some great injustice and offed your nine generations."
His face remained indifferent as the man’s expression collapsed into pitiful desperation. It was as if he were an arsonist weeping before the burning house he had set aflame, suddenly convinced that the fire was his greatest misfortune, only terrible now as it began to scorch him.
"Yes, Elder Han. He is the one that tried to kill me," Ouyang Qianye convicted.
