Are you all lying to me?

Chapter 129 Are you all lying to me?

The words of the Cold Sword Martial Saint immediately turned the situation against Mo Zheng.

Everyone looked at Mo Zheng with suspicion in their eyes.

With the Martial Saint of Cold Sword as a witness, they naturally tended to believe Fang Yang's side more.

After all, although martial artists are powerful, they are still very weak in the face of the power of heaven and earth.

The boundless sea of ​​magma and fire, with its scorching heat, could melt even the strongest steel, yet Mo Zheng stood there perfectly fine.

Therefore, it is self-evident who is genuine and who is fake.

Only Yuan Tiansi remained calm and composed, with a smile on his face, as if he had everything under control.

He said, "Mo Zheng, you heard what Senior Brother Han Jian said clearly. How do you explain it now?"

Mo Zheng was prepared. He raised his hand and made a sweeping motion at his waist. From his treasure pouch, a longsword wreathed in dark red flames appeared in his hand, and the surrounding temperature suddenly began to rise.

Upon seeing the flaming longsword, everyone present exclaimed in astonishment, "The Crimson Flame Divine Sword!"

"It's the Crimson Flame Divine Sword of the Third Ancestor!"

"How did it end up in his hands?"

Ignoring the murmurs, Mo Zheng declared loudly, "My explanation lies in this Crimson Flame Divine Sword. This sword was forged by the three generations of our Hun Tian Sect's founders using Heavenly Fire Crimson Gold and Fire-Gilded Gold Ore. It can control Heavenly Fire, burning everything in its path, and its power is unfathomable."

"Thanks to the sect leader's favor, this sword was given to me before the secret realm assessment. It was only through the power of the divine sword Heavenly Fire that I managed to survive the sea of ​​lava and fire."

At this point, he chuckled self-deprecatingly, scratched his head, and said, "It's just that my eyebrows and hair have all been burned off."

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After being trapped there for four months, my eyebrows did grow back, but my hair was still only a short tuft.

"That's right. The Crimson Flame Divine Sword of the Third Ancestor does indeed have the ability to ward off fire. Senior Brother Han Jian knows this, and so do all of you here."

Yuan Tiansi laughed and said, "But just knowing this is useless. As I said before, no one else could have seen what happened in the secret realm except for the two of them. There was no third witness. The two of them each have their own version of events, and it is impossible to tell the truth from the falsehood."

"Two Martial Saints, please be aware that I have never lied. It is Mo Zheng who has framed and slandered me. He is a narrow-minded person who cannot stand that I have also entered the third level of the Haotian Secret Realm. Especially after he learned that I only managed to pass the second level by luck thanks to the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Secret Technique, he has repeatedly made sarcastic remarks."

"Even after he came out, he didn't let his disciple go, severing both of his arms and ruining his future in the path of the sword."

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"I implore the two Martial Saints to uphold justice for my disciple and punish the wicked!"

Fang Yang cried out in anguish. As he spoke, he struggled to get up from the snow and knelt down, kowtowing repeatedly. When he was in a fit of emotion, even the wound on his severed arm, which had been sealed by the Cold Sword Martial Saint, burst open again, and blood flowed out, staining the white snow crimson. He looked incredibly pitiful.

The Cold Sword Martial Saint clenched his fists, his eyes filled with regret and anger.

In the nearly five hundred years that followed, although he had taken in quite a few disciples and grand-disciples, only Fang Yang had the opportunity to become a Martial Saint, yet his martial arts future was completely ruined.

Even the other members of the Hun Tian Sect who were watching felt extremely sad. A swordsman had his arms severed, and he had been reduced from a high-ranking prodigy to a cripple. Any one of them would not have been able to bear such a blow.

"Since it's hard to tell who's real and who's fake, then there's no need to argue. Everyone saw Yang'er's arm broken. Junior Brother Yuan, even if you want to protect this brat today, I will still break both of his arms to avenge Yang'er!" Han Jian Wu Sheng said murderously.

"This disciple has—"

Mo Zheng was about to say that he had a way to distinguish between truth and falsehood when Yuan Tiansi impatiently interrupted, "Shut up, did I ask you a question?"

He then added, "Senior Brother Han Jian, revenge isn't urgent. We need to get to the bottom of things first. Whether it's Fang Yang or Mo Zheng, we must give them justice and make them die with a clear conscience."

"I think we can bring out that treasure from the ancestral shrine now. What do you think?"

Upon hearing this, the Martial Saint of Cold Sword also remembered that treasure and nodded, saying, "Alright, then let's go to the Ancestral Hall and retrieve the Heart-Questioning Pearl. We'll know for sure whether it's real or fake in time."

The Heart-Questioning Pearl?

What kind of treasure is this?

Mo Zheng had never heard of it, but this was quite different from what he had planned.

His original plan was that after Fang Yang denied everything, he would use his mental power to intimidate Fang Yang and force him to tell the truth.

The Seven Forms of Refining the Spirit include techniques that attack the soul, and naturally, there are also methods for controlling the mind and consciousness.

And if the sect leader knew that he possessed Nen power, he would most likely agree.

Unexpectedly, before he could even speak, the sect leader interrupted him, asking if it was reliable to use some kind of Heart-Questioning Pearl to test him.

He was somewhat incredulous, but the decisions made by the two Martial Saints were clearly beyond his control, so he could only follow them to the Ancestral Temple.

Everyone present followed out of curiosity. It concerned the life and death of two martial arts prodigies, so who wouldn't be interested?

Neither Yuan Tiansi nor Han Jianwu Sheng said anything. They simply sealed Fang Yang's wounds and ordered two disciples to carry him to the Ancestral Hall.

The ancestral hall is located on the back mountain, not far from here.

Although the ground was covered in snow, making it difficult to walk, the lowest level of cultivation among those present was a martial artist at the Bone and Tendon Realm, while the strongest were two Martial Saints. Let alone the snow, even the cliffs were as flat as flat ground for them.

After walking for a short while, we arrived at our destination.

But in front of them, on an open space, stood a magnificent ancient hall with a black tiled roof and upturned eaves at the four corners.

Wisps of white smoke rose from a large bronze cauldron in the square outside the hall, inside which flickered candlelight and an ever-burning lamp hung in mid-air, swaying in the wind.

"Sect Master!" "Sect Master!"

The disciples responsible for cleaning and guarding the ancestral hall all bowed to Yuan Tiansi when he arrived.

Upon seeing the Cold Sword Martial Saint and his large group of disciples following closely behind, they were all greatly alarmed.

Although this place enshrines the ancestral tablets of the Hun Tian Sect's past masters, and occasionally members of the sect come to offer incense and prayers,

Such a large-scale gathering of disciples is extremely rare unless a major event has occurred within the sect.

What happened? Could it be that a martial saint has fallen, or that someone important has died?

As everyone entered the ancestral hall, Yuan Tiansi and Han Jianwu Sheng each lit three incense sticks and paid homage to the ancestral tablet. The disciples followed suit, bowing and kowtowing.

After the greetings were completed and everyone had taken their places, Yuan Tiansi smiled and said, "Senior Brother Han Jian, you should do it."

The Martial Saint of Cold Sword nodded and walked deeper into the Ancestral Hall.

Fang Yang glanced at Mo Zheng, his eyes filled with a hint of panic.

Soon, the Cold Sword Martial Saint emerged from within, holding a bead the size of an egg in his hand. It was dark in color and crystal clear, giving one a dizzying feeling of spatial disorientation just by looking at it from afar.

Is this the Heart-Questioning Pearl?

Mo Zheng looked at the bead and, using his mental perception, indeed sensed a strange power within it that affected the mind.

hum!

Suddenly, the bead emitted a jet-black light, which struck Mo Zheng directly!

In a daze, Mo Zheng seemed to see a white deer that radiated silver light all over its body, hundreds of feet tall, with eyes like...

Her sun- and moon-like eyes stared at him, causing his consciousness to blur.

Just then, within his sea of ​​consciousness, the dark golden bead trembled slightly, and wisps of pale golden mental energy spread out, completely enveloping his entire body.

Mo Zheng was jolted awake, but quickly regained his senses.

"Tell me, did Fang Yang really smash you into the magma within the Haotian Secret Realm?"

At that moment, the Martial Saint of Cold Sword asked a question.

Mo Zheng was secretly shocked by the effect of the Heart-Questioning Pearl. If he hadn't mastered the Soul Pearl, he might have been tricked and lost his self-awareness, and would have been able to answer whatever people asked.

Everyone stared intently at him, awaiting his answer.

Mo Zheng answered firmly, "Yes!"

Upon hearing this, Han Jianwu Sheng's expression visibly turned ugly, while Yuan Tiansi's smile deepened.

"Senior Brother Han Jian, it seems the facts are clear now," Yuan Tiansi replied.

"What's the rush? Yang'er hasn't even asked a question yet!"

With a sliver of hope, the Cold Sword Martial Saint looked at Fang Yang and said, "Yang'er, I'll ask you one more time, did you lie just now?"

"Grandmaster, this disciple has none!"

Fang Yang answered firmly; at this point, even a lie had to be presented as true.

"Alright, don't worry. If you pass the test of the Heart-Questioning Pearl, I will definitely kill Mo Zheng to avenge you!"

After saying this, the Cold Sword Martial Saint activated the Heart-Questioning Pearl in his hand. As a beam of dark light entered Fang Yang's body, his expression immediately became blank.

Mo Zheng was a cultivator of spirit refinement; even he would have struggled to withstand this powerful spiritual force if he hadn't condensed a soul pearl, let alone Fang Yang.

The Martial Saint of the Cold Sword asked with a solemn expression, "Yang'er, what Mo Zheng said—that you smashed it into the magma in the Haotian Secret Realm—is that true or false?"

"It's true."

Fang Yang answered blankly, without a trace of hesitation on his face.

These words caused an uproar in the room.

Fang Yang actually went so far as to plot against another martial arts prodigy of the sect?!

His poor appearance, with both arms severed, made everyone present feel sorry for him. Little did they know that they had been deceived.

Some people didn't believe this fact and said, "Sect Master, Martial Saint Han Jian, may I ask if this Heart-Questioning Pearl can really find out a martial artist's true thoughts? I think Junior Brother Fang Yang didn't seem to be faking it just now, but rather seems to have been bewitched."

He wasn't the only one with such thoughts; most of the disciples present were skeptical and looked at Yuan Tiansi and Han Jianwu Sheng, wanting to hear an explanation.

Most of the martial artists on Huntian Mountain are from aristocratic families, so they naturally dislike Mo Zheng. In addition, Fang Yang has been befriending them these days, so they naturally hope that it is Mo Zheng who will be punished for lying.

"How dare you question the Heart-Questioning Pearl?"

Xiao Ling, standing in the crowd, shouted, "This treasure was brought out from a secret realm by the fourth generation patriarch. Even a Martial Saint would not lie in front of this Heart-Questioning Pearl. The sect's records contain this information, which you can find out by consulting them."

The Fourth Ancestor was the martial saint with the highest cultivation among all the ancestors of the Hun Tian Sect. Later, in order to pursue the highest realm of martial arts, he traveled through the mortal world and disappeared without a trace.

Yuan Tiansi said, "Senior Brother Han Jian hasn't spoken yet, so how dare you speak? Just listen quietly."

Upon hearing Yuan Tiansi's words and seeing that the Cold Sword Martial Saint had not refuted them, the disciples could only retreat dejectedly, though in their hearts they already believed in the miraculous effects of the Heart-Questioning Pearl.

After all, if it had no effect, the Cold Sword Martial Saint would have questioned it long ago. Besides, he personally manipulated it, so how could it be fake?

As for what Xiao Ling said, if it was truly left by the fourth generation patriarch, then its effect on the Martial Saint is by no means an exaggeration.

After all, this fourth-generation patriarch was exceptionally talented and possessed unfathomable strength. In his lifetime, he had slain nearly two dozen beast kings and martial saints, earning him widespread fame and fearsome reputation.

"Why fabricate lies? Why plot against Mo Zheng?" the Cold Sword Martial Saint suddenly asked.

Fang Yang's expression was blank as he said, "He is far stronger than me. I almost lost my life using the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique to reach the third level. He didn't pay any price and easily reached the third level. Moreover, he was much, much faster than me when climbing the Heavenly Ladder."

"I don't want such a genius to keep overshadowing me."

"Why—why can he surpass me so easily at such a young age? I'm not convinced!"

As he spoke the last sentence, Fang Yang's tone suddenly became agitated, and his expression turned frantic and somewhat painful.

Jealousy, it's all just jealousy —

Everyone fell silent. Indeed, Mo Zheng's achievements could only lead others to despair.

At eighteen, without even entering the Haotian Secret Realm, he comprehended the martial arts essence. What extraordinary talent!

You should know how many so-called geniuses of the Hun Tian Sect are still unable to comprehend the martial arts realm after they turn forty?

Mo Zheng, at the age of eighteen, had already reached a height that they might never be able to achieve in their entire lives.

It's normal for Fang Yang to be jealous; they're jealous too.

Especially in the Haotian Secret Realm, after going through all the hardships to reach the third level, only to find that Mo Zheng had left them far behind, one can imagine how they felt.

If it were them, they would also wish for Mo Zheng to die inside, otherwise even if he came out, he would still be overshadowed by this martial arts genius, and might live in his shadow for the rest of his life.

The only difference is that they only thought about it, while Fang Yang actually did it, yet Mo Zheng was not killed by him.

The Martial Saint of the Cold Sword expressionlessly put away the Heart-Questioning Pearl.

Without the bead's power to intimidate him, Fang Yang immediately regained his senses.

"What's wrong, Grandmaster?"

He was still completely unaware of everything that had just happened; under the magical power of the Heart-Questioning Pearl, he had been in a state of blurred consciousness.

"Grandmaster, why are they all looking at me like that?"

Looking at the gazes of those around him, some filled with sympathy, some with pity, others with hatred and anger, Fang Yang found it very strange.

"Just now, you admitted to everything," said the Cold Sword Martial Saint.

"Admit? Admit what?"

Fang Yang's body stiffened. His eyes widened in disbelief as he said, "No, I haven't admitted to anything. Are you lying to me?"

"Are you all lying to me?!"

When he said the last sentence, his expression was almost manic.