An Ultimate Martial Art

Lin Changhe sat in a pavilion, the Spirit Fruits in front of him were all delicious, with a gentle breeze blowing by, the fragrance of the Spirit Fruits filled the air, but he was not in the mood to drink.    

There was a saying that 'good wine needs to be compatible with a good mood', and Lin Changhe's current mood was as gloomy as his face that was covered with dense dark clouds.    

"This damnable Su Ye, I, Lin Changhe, have calculated everything, everything is correct. The only thing I calculated wrong was you."    

It was just right inside the Qing-Yun Sect, how could such a large scale war of words and storm not spread to the Long River Peak? It was precisely because of the changes in this war of words that caused Lin Changhe's heart to be filled with haze.    

Lin Changhe was not an impulsive person. Compared to his battle power that was comparable to the fourth stage of the Divine Abilities, he was more proud of his scheming. From his point of view, from ancient times until now, those who had achieved great things were all people who plotted against and plotted against others.    

As a result, when he realized that he had chosen Su Ye as a stepping stone and committed an extremely fatal strategic error, he immediately admitted defeat. In front of so many people, he threw caution to the wind and bowed his head to apologize to Su Ye, thereby halting the conflict between him and Su Ye which was even more intense.    

However, the ambitious him was defeated before he could succeed, so naturally, he could not accept it. He even more so, could not allow himself to become a laughingstock.    

Thus, after the matter in the hall of true inheritances was concluded, he quickly came up with a remedy. He had his trusted aides spread the news of him bringing a great opportunity to the Qing-Yun Sect, and did not hesitate to make up a few stories about him going through such a dangerous situation just to bring back the news of the great opportunity. In order to beautify himself, he gave himself a lofty image of someone who would "seek a great opportunity for the Qing-Yun Sect", "someone who will seek for the well-being of the one hundred thousand Qing-Yun Sect disciples", as a way to make up for the mistakes he had committed in the Successor Hall.    

At the beginning, things went just as he had expected, and praises were everywhere. He even felt that if these praises were a little bit more intense and a little longer, he might be able to get the heavenly praise going.    

Thus, he felt that he could achieve great things.    

His reputation as the third Successor Disciple had finally been established.    

But he had never expected that the matter would suddenly turn around and someone would point out the matter of him being attacked by Su Ye in the Successor Hall, directly leading to the creation of a kind of atmosphere of praise. It immediately turned into a war of words between him and Su Ye, as though it was the beginning of Qing-Yun Sect.    

If he won this war of curses, then it would be nothing. He, Lin Changhe, just so happened to be able to use this opportunity to act with a gentle and refined heart. When the war of words had developed to its most intense point, Lin Changhe stood out and said, "Everyone stop cursing, why did you hurt the friendship between fellow disciples for such a small matter?" This way, he could calm down the waves of scolding.    

It was definitely a type of stepping foot on Su Ye's shoulders, rising up into the wind, further raising his prestige to its peak. It was definitely stronger than suppressing Su Ye in the main hall of the Successor Disciple Guild.    

He had actually lost the war of words, and it had been a complete loss. Those people who had been praising him for bringing back this great opportunity to the sect could not scold those who supported Su Ye at all. Those people who supported Su Ye turned those people who praised him speechless, and even downgraded him to the point where he could not finish their words. Those people who directly said that Su Ye wanted to kill him was only a sword strike, so there was no need to go through all that trouble to slander him.    

This was simply going too far!    

Lin Changhe was furious, but out of fear of Su Ye, he did not dare go and find Su Ye directly to argue with him, and in his heart he secretly felt that this might not necessarily be Su Ye's doing.    

Even so, Lin Changhe still hated Su Ye to the point of almost breaking his teeth. This was because he discovered that he no longer had any way out. He was simply forced to the edge of a cliff.    

Whether it was Su Ye slandering her or others instigating her. He, Lin Changhe, and Su Ye had already been caught in the arena. This was already a foregone conclusion, and facing the hundred thousand disciples of the Qing-Yun Sect, he could not afford to lose.    

This was what it meant when one was in the martial arts world.    

Lin Changhe no longer had any thoughts of tasting the spirit fruit wine, he was forced to think hard, hoping to come up with a plan as soon as possible to turn the situation around. They did not need to beg for a counterattack to suppress Su Ye. At the very least, they could not lose to him in such a way that caused him, the third Successor Disciple, to lose all his dignity.    

However, Lin Changhe quickly discovered that the speed at which the war of words had worsened was inconceivable. Without waiting for him to think of a way to turn the situation, the direction of the discussion had completely changed. It was no longer about protecting him or protecting Su Ye from the raging flames of anger.    

In the midst of this discussion, he, Lin Changhe, was simply turned into a clown who did not know his own limits and dared to provoke Su Ye's peerless divine might.    

Lin Changhe felt that he was really stepped on by someone to let himself be humiliated, and that he could not be tolerated.    

Lin Changhe stood up straight and decided to counterattack. He had to counterattack no matter what, and even if he had to fight with Su Ye, he would use a fierce battle to let the hundred thousand disciples of the Qing-Yun Sect see clearly.    

Just as Lin Changhe was about to go down the mountain resolutely, something that made Lin Changhe even angrier happened. One of them, two dozen inner disciples, were actually charging toward his Long River Peak and just happened to meet him coming down the mountain.    

"Senior Brother Lin Changhe, I heard that in the Successor Hall, Senior Brother Su Ye used the Divine Sword to display the Heaven Seeking Sword and almost killed you with one strike, is that true?"    

"Senior Brother Lin Changhe, I heard that you've already cultivated the long river's setting sun's sacred art to the transformation realm, but you're still unable to withstand a single one of Su Ye's strikes. Is that true?"    

"Senior Brother Lin Changhe!"    

Lin Changhe could not believe the scene in front of his eyes. These inner disciples had the guts to come to his Long River Peak and ask this kind of question.    

Lin Changhe's face alternated between green and white for a moment, and the killing intent in his heart burned as if it was on fire. As the third Successor Disciple, when did it become such a humiliation for a group of inner court disciples?    

However, he was obviously not an ordinary person. Under his rage, he actually swiftly recovered his calm. No, that's not right. It was one thing for a group of inner disciples to secretly discuss about a true disciple but they would absolutely not dare to come to the true disciple peak and humiliate him, a third ranked disciple.    

As a Successor Disciple, even though Lin Changhe's foundation was shallow due to leaving the sect for a few years, he was still a Successor Disciple. The inner court disciples dared to provoke and humiliate him like this. He had every reason to directly kill them, and if they died, it would be in vain. How could he be so stupid?    

Someone must be behind it.    

Who knows, maybe the culprit was hiding somewhere and laughing secretly, waiting for him to kill all the inner sect disciples before making a scene. How could Lin Changhe fall for his trap?    

Lin Changhe's mind was suddenly reassured. Facing the insults and provocations of several tens of inner sect disciples, he actually started laughing, and his smile gave off a feeling as if it was the spring breeze. He even forgot to continue provoking them.    

"My fellow disciples of the inner sect, you are all the elites of my Qing-Yun Sect, the elites of our generation. Sooner or later, you will become a true disciple, and in the future, you will even have to walk out of the Qing-Yun Sect to climb the Immortal Path.    

Lin Changhe openly ridiculed him, and regardless of whether or not the inner disciples understood his ridicule, he continued: "I am a Successor Disciple of the Qing-Yun Sect, and Su Ye is also a Successor Disciple of the Qing-Yun Sect. However, in the past few years since we left the sect, it was also the first time we met Su Ye in the Successor Disciple Hall, so how could we act immediately after meeting each other? What do you mean I was almost killed by Su Ye with a single slash of his sword? This is all a formless affair, if you don't believe me, you can look for Su Ye and ask him! "    

Lin Changhe was truly worthy of being Lin Changhe. Once he regained his composure, he would tell lies without even taking a breath, and the smell of gunpowder would not even be discernible. This caused some of the inner disciples to secretly suspect, could it be that someone was really spreading these rumors intentionally?    

"Alright, no matter what, forefather Jadewood's burial ground is about to appear. "It's a rare opportunity. If you disciples of the inner sect still want to obtain another opportunity, you should prepare yourself. There is no need to influence the harmony between fellow disciples with regards to these matters."    

After Lin Changhe finished speaking, he did not give any more inner court disciples any more questions, and directly went down the mountain, then left the Qing-Yun Sect.    

Lin Changhe's answer was just like a gust of wind that once again blew into the Qing-Yun Sect. Many of the people who had personally witnessed how close they were to being killed by Su Ye in the Successor Hall naturally scoffed at him, and scolded him inwardly for his craftiness, his thick skin, and his hypocrisy. However, it was none of their business, and they were not willing to provoke Lin Changhe's jealousy and hatred, so no one stood out to poke at his lies.    

Those who weren't aware of this were overflowing with joy. Could it be that this was a rumor that someone was spreading intentionally? Could it be that I, as a disciple, have become a tool that some people use?    

Some of the inner sect disciples were more serious, and wanted to clarify the matter, but at this time, Lin Changhe had already left the Qing-Yun Sect, and his words before he left made it clear that they could ask Su Ye, and directly drag Su Ye into the water.    

This caused some of the more genuine inner disciples to turn and swarm towards the Di Ye Peak, with the feeling that they would not rest until they had made clear of this matter.