Ye Xing, the Scapegoat

Ye Wujiang's heart skipped a beat.

With slightly trembling hands, he clicked open the video file.

The next moment, a massive purple flood dragon suddenly surged out from the Tongtian River.

It stirred up a hundred-meter-tall giant wave.

The cross-river bridge collapsed in an instant.

In the next split second, the purple flood dragon revealed its enormous head.

And swallowed an office building by the river in a single gulp.

Ye Wujiang felt that this video was simply too unrealistic.

He even suspected it was a clip from a sci-fi, disaster, or monster movie.

But soon, a succession of disaster reports reached the Martial Arts Association.

...

These past few days, torrential rain had been pouring across the entire Great Xia.

An unprecedented flood swept across both banks of the Tongtian River.

The video of the flood dragon appearing in the Tongtian River also went viral on the internet.

Connecting this to the thunderstorm incident in the Kunlun Mountains a few days ago,

even a fool could guess it now.

The matter of the serpent transforming into a dragon in the Kunlun Mountains was definitely true.

Moreover, it had brought about a massive disaster.

Residents on both sides of the Tongtian River began to evacuate urgently.

Countless people started venting their dissatisfaction online.

"Where is the Martial Arts Association? Aren't you guys the best at debunking rumors?"

"Keep debunking them! Tell me that's just a loach! I'll definitely believe you!"

"It's a pity that the only person who told the truth back then was cursed as a traitor!"

"Everywhere this flood dragon goes, it eats people."

"Oh my god! The hydroelectric dam here at my home was just smashed to pieces by the flood dragon! The downstream area instantly turned into an ocean."

...

Facing the mockery of the entire internet, Ye Wujiang furiously scolded his assistant,

"Where is Chen Feng? Have you still not found him?"

The assistant replied with trepidation,

"According to the news from the Kunlun Sanatorium, Chen Feng seems to have entered the Kunlun Mountains right at the beginning of the thunderstorm."

Ye Wujiang cursed again,

"What's the use of going in there? Now that the flood dragon has come out, what is he still doing inside!"

The assistant was speechless.

He cursed inwardly,

"He can do whatever he wants! Is it any of your business?"

He truly looked down on people like Ye Wujiang.

All he knew was how to play with power.

As soon as something went wrong, he would scold his subordinates to vent his anger.

After Ye Wujiang finished his unreasonable tirade,

the assistant reported again,

"There's also news from Kunlun City."

"The mountain-sealing mist of the Kunlun Mountains has disappeared."

Hearing that the mountain-sealing mist had disappeared,

Ye Wujiang's anger instantly dissipated.

"Has Kunlun really completely opened its mountains?"

He immediately thought of Chen Feng's warning back then.

Somewhat flustered, he dug out the video of the interview from that time.

And carefully watched Chen Feng's words once more.

The serpent transforming into a dragon, Kunlun opening its mountains... he fast-forwarded straight through.

Finally, he listened to the segment about the Kunlun Ancient Clan.

"Once they lose the blood-qi suppression, the Ancient Clan will instantly produce hundreds of Martial Saints!"

When he heard this sentence again,

Ye Wujiang no longer had the disdain and mockery he initially felt.

At the time, he just felt that Chen Feng had been kicked in the head by a donkey.

How could anyone believe such a stupid thing?

How could a primitive tribe of only a few thousand people possibly produce hundreds of Martial Saints?

Now, having experienced the thunderstorm in the Kunlun Mountains and the flood dragon crossing the Tongtian River,

Ye Wujiang felt that there might be a tiny sliver of possibility that what Chen Feng said about hundreds of Martial Saints was true.

Although it sounded completely exaggerated and absurd.

After all, the majestic Great Xia, along with the other three continents,

out of tens of billions of people, had only produced a few dozen Martial Saints in total.

To say that a primitive tribe of a few thousand people could produce hundreds of Martial Saints... who would dare to believe it?

Ye Wujiang was distressed.

Regardless of whether the Ancient Clan had hundreds of Martial Saints or not,

the most important thing right now was to find a scapegoat for this matter.

Otherwise, he would truly go down in history in infamy.

Soon, Ye Wujiang thought of a very suitable candidate.

That unfilial descendant, Ye Xing.

He had always been unwilling to hand over the Indestructible Golden Body to the family.

What use was there in keeping such a selfish descendant?

He said to the assistant beside him,

"Immediately send someone to the Ye family and arrest Ye Xing for me!"

"To think he dared to spread rumors to slander a hero of Great Xia and deceive the people of Great Xia."

"Ultimately causing the Martial Arts Association to make an erroneous judgment!"

"Even if Ye Xing is my grandson, I will not shield him!"

"As soon as you arrest him, immediately hold a press conference. I want to give the people of Great Xia an explanation, give the hero of Great Xia an explanation, and give myself an explanation."

At this moment, Ye Wujiang regained his composure once again.

In his heart, he secretly admired his own decision.

He had even thought of the news headline.

[President of the Martial Arts Association, Impartial and Incorruptible, Places Righteousness Above Family Loyalty!]

The Ye family.

In the martial arts arena, Ye Xing practiced the Indestructible Golden Body over and over again.

Now, his cultivation level had broken through the one thousand mark.

In such a short period of time, it had caught up with his cultivation speed of the past few years.

This made Ye Xing feel incredibly thrilled.

His mastery of the Indestructible Golden Body had also become increasingly proficient during this time.

He faintly showed signs of a breakthrough in his realm.

Through sparring with his clansmen recently,

he also discovered that under the same level of blood-qi cultivation,

his defensive power was not inferior to the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art in the slightest.

However, there were two drawbacks.

The first was that he could only activate the technique while standing in place and could not move freely.

The second was that it could not be taught to others.

When the family asked him to teach the technique, he was still very reluctant in his heart.

But in the end, not a single person managed to learn it.

As a result, the current family head had spoken to him several times, suspecting that he was intentionally keeping secrets.

Because of this, he had also received many cold stares within the family.

He felt very wronged, but there was nothing he could do.

However, Ye Xing was not greedy.

He was already very satisfied to have encountered a martial arts technique that was highly compatible with himself.

The time he had spent practicing the Indestructible Golden Body was still short.

Yet his progress was so rapid.

Given time, his achievements would definitely be even higher.

Ye Xing was confident that in just one year,

he would be able to advance to the middle tier of family disciples.

In the future, he would have a great chance of being promoted to a core member of the family.

By then, he would no longer have to look at the sour faces of these people in the family.

Just as he was fantasizing about a beautiful future,

the family head suddenly rushed into the martial arts arena with a group of people from the Martial Arts Association.

"Ye Xing, you are suspected of framing the hero of Great Xia, Chen Feng, and misleading the Martial Arts Association into making an erroneous decision!"

"We suspect that you are a spy from the Western Continent. You are now under arrest!"

With that, the group of people surrounded him.

Ye Xing was startled.

Framing Chen Feng was the family's idea in the first place!

What was the meaning of the family head's actions now?

His mind raced, and he quickly figured out what was going on.

The recent events in the Kunlun Mountains had caused everything Chen Feng said previously to come true one by one.

His own grandfather, Ye Wujiang, definitely wanted to use him as a scapegoat.

Ye Xing broke out in a cold sweat.

Once this charge was confirmed,

he would never be able to clear his name and would be reduced to a sacrificial lamb for the family.

Facing the arrest by the crowd, Ye Xing had no power to resist.

Because everyone who came to arrest him was stronger than him.

What he didn't expect the most was,

the moment he was grabbed, the family head said,

"Quickly gag his mouth to prevent him from biting his tongue and committing suicide."

Soon, a person from the Martial Arts Association took out a piece of rag prepared in advance and gagged him.

Instantly, a spicy and pungent smell of chemical potion spread in his mouth and rushed straight up his nasal cavity.