"Supervisor Han, I have summoned you to report disciple Ouyang Qianye and his servant. I believe they are complicit in the greatest of offences, in practicing profane cultivation."

Meng Jue gestured one of his hands to Qianye’s direction, his brows deeply set and his brown eyes burning through him.

The enforcers swiftly turned their attention to Qianye, yet the supervisor did not turn from Meng Jue yet.

"Do you understand the gravity of the accusations that you are making, Inner Disciple Meng Jue?"

"Yes Supervisor!"

Suddenly, as Ming Jue said so, from within the pouch that was hanging from his own waist as well, a pale blue light streaked out and in his hand, he held a scroll.

Qianye’s brows faintly furrowed seeing it, and the enforcers attention on him became a degree more sever.

’There is no need to worry so much,’ he held the words back from being spoken out loud. Speaking right now would not help him. ’I’m not going to try run off. That thing just feels very... weird.’

"Core Disciple Chu Xuan entrusted this technique scroll to me last night, informing me that it had been found amongst Ouyang Qianye’s belongings. Him and I have checked it, and it is without a doubt, a profane technique, supervisor."

The supervisor reached for the scroll that Meng Jue held out, taking it from his hands as his brows furrowed faintly.

At the same time, the crowd burst into murmurs, many of them being relieved, with some being of shock that despite everything Qianye said, this was the result of it all. How miserable!

"Hold him," is all that the supervisor said, "and remove the servant from the shack."

The wind whipped, and before Qianye knew it, his eyes had widened and the crack of concrete resounded twice in succession with a number of moments between them.

Ouyang Qianye had been crashed down to his knees so hard that he felt the bones in them fracture badly.

He bit down on his inner lip desperately and his eyes shut hard as he groaned in pain. They had pressed him so hard that there way no way it was only to hold him down.

’These assholes are already convinced i did it!’ They had fractured his knees to ensure that he could not escape. Even more, at some point that they had done that to him, they had relieved him of the sword, now holding it to his throat. ’I know did, but why the hell would you fracture my knees when you aren’t sure!? Fuck man!’

Qianye, through his pain hazed vision, saw the faces of the other inner disciples spin with joy at the sight of him.

At the same time, beside him, he glanced to his elven servant who was kneeling just as he was, with her dagger pressed to her throat harder by the second enforcer than the first one did to him.

In her gaze, the shock of what had just happened still lingered, although, that was not what matter to him in the moment.

He glanced up at that lotus on her forehead and noticing that it had gone back a normal, entirely pitch black, he glanced to meet her gaze and did not show a flicker of worry.

Qianye drifted his gaze to look back ahead, thinking silently to himself, ’At least she got enough time... If I had failed to keep them from noticing like the novel wanted to happen...’

He grate his teeth briefly, thinking about the even worse fate that she would have been subjected to than before Ouyang Qianye had taken her in.

The supervisor unfurled the scroll and immediately, the air within the yard became colder.

A degenerate, iron slime coated the back of everyone’s mouth, burning through their nostrils. Many of the disciples to the front of the gathering especially, recoiled.

Without reading it at all, the supervisor swiftly shut the scroll. It slipped into the pouch that hung at the man’s waist.

"Supervisor Han, I believe that this technique must explain the unscrupulous behaviour that Ouyang Qianye has often possessed." Meng Jue began again, "Today I had come here having judged that I could not afford to risk waiting once we had these suspicions, fearing that he might escape. His cultivation was already crippled in the fight, so I believed that as he had lost his value to the sect it would be no matter that with this proof in hand, I rid our home of him as soon as possible."

The witless goblin glared sharply in the direction of the two of them, his gaze bouncing between them, and firstly landing on Qianye’s elven servant.

"However, upon my arrival, that witch constantly blocked my way, preventing me from entering the shack," he stabbed an accusatory finger at her, "and when I was delivering disciplinary slaps, she removed that dagger from her sleeve and attempted to stab me through the heart!"

In the peripheries of his vision, Qianye caught her hang her head faintly and tense her jaw.

"And then him!" Meng Jue’s nose scrunched and his eyes stabbed forth at him, "After ignoring all of my calls for him to leave his shack willingly and answer for this, he deliberately ignored me. Then in the moment I had been defending myself from the elven wench’s attack, he burst through that door and he threw that very sword of his. It was thrown with such accuracy and strength that it was obvious there is no way it was anything less than an attack intent on killing me! This wound of mine is from me barely dodging it!"

Meng Jue pointed at the cut across the side of his face.

There, suddenly, murmurs in the crowd grew to distinct voices.

"Supervisor, its true! Both of them attacked Senior Meng Jue with the intent to kill!"

"All Senior Meng wished to do was question him at first and their reluctance and aggression escalated it to this point!"

A myriad of different such voices came from the crowd, and within seconds, although it wasn’t a unanimous shout of support, the majority of disciples had spoken out for Meng Jue.

’What a bunch of bitches.’

The supervisor turned his gaze to face both Qianye and his servant.

"Silence." He demanded.

Everyone’s mouth stitched itself to a close and he turned, walking over to them.

"Ouyang Qianye, is this true?"

Suddenly, rather than Qianye, the elf spoke:

"Supervisor Han, my master is innocent! The technique is my own, he has nothing to—"