It's because, from the very beginning, Wang Ye has always presented himself as a nice guy.

But now, Wang Ye suddenly said these words.

And his expression on his face has changed.

The change is quite significant.

Dao Cheng, however, inexplicably felt a bit happy.

Wang Ye... cursed someone!

If Wang Ye curses, the media cultivators will definitely record his actions.

And, the media cultivators, in order to attract attention, can easily spin a small matter into a big affair.

At that time, not only Wang Ye's reputation would be at risk, but the reputation of the Ice Sect as well.

In the inner hall.

The elders' faces changed upon hearing Wang Ye's words.

One elder frowned and said, "Wang Ye's performance has been good so far, why did he suddenly change here?"

There was a trace of dissatisfaction in her voice.

The other elders, though they said nothing, their expressions showed they shared the same thought.

After speaking, the elder turned her gaze to Meng Qian.

She wanted to see how Meng Qian would handle this situation.

Meng Qian's face, however, showed not much concern as she calmly said:

"You need to remember, Wang Ye is the Saint Heir of our Ice Sect!"

"Moreover, Wang Ye has always performed well!"

"In this situation, instead of doubting Wang Ye, you should trust that he has his reasons for saying what he did, and he must have other plans."

Meng Qian's words made them feel a sense of shame.

Indeed.

Wang Ye is the Saint Heir of their Ice Sect.

Yet they, not trusting Wang Ye and even doubting him, felt they shouldn't have had such thoughts.

"Let's wait and see, I believe Wang Ye can smooth things over."

With a chilling voice, Meng Qian looked at Wang Ye with a hint of curiosity.

She believed that Wang Ye wasn't someone who would speak recklessly without a reason.

Now they had to see how Wang Ye would respond.

...

Wang Ye looked at the slightly pleased Dao Cheng, silently cursing in his heart—

Idiot.

Then, he spoke angrily:

"You from the Cold Sect always claim to be brother sects with us, the Ice Sect!"

"Yes!" This time, Dao Cheng answered loudly.

Shameless.

His eyes even had a hint of provocation as he looked at Wang Ye.

See, even you know we're brother sects, yet you still curse us like that.

But as he responded, he saw a trace of contempt in Wang Ye's eyes.

"Brother sects? Ha! What a joke!"

"You claim that as a brother sect, you came here to say that I'm unfit to be the Saint Heir!"

"First of all, in our Ice Sect, we have our own rules for the Saint Heir, and I have met all the conditions, which you have no right to question!"

Dao Cheng opened his mouth, lost for words.

What Wang Ye said was indeed reasonable.

Wang Ye continued: "But let's say, you as a brother sect, have the authority to question me."

"But!"

When Wang Ye said this, his voice suddenly increased in volume:

"You have brought so many people, not just to question, but to force out, right?!"

Force out!

Wang Ye used these two words!

And the media cultivators, upon hearing this, immediately turned their spirit stone cameras toward the disciples from the Cold Sect.

Indeed, there were many people here!

Hundreds of them.

All gathered at the entrance of the Ice Sect.

Dao Cheng, Xu Pingzhi, and others looked back at their group, bringing so many people to confront Wang Ye, Wang Ye calling it forcing out was not excessive.

And Wang Ye's outburst moments ago was not excessive either.

The excessive ones were them!

In just a few words, Wang Ye directly made their Ice Sect appear as the weaker side.

It was actually a simple logic, but the female disciples of the Ice Sect were all very independent, even in a fight, they wouldn't play the victim.

Even the female disciples of the Ice Sect didn't see themselves as the weaker side.

But Wang Ye knew that hearts could be steered. As long as more people believed in your correctness, it would make actions more convenient.

Wang Ye studied Dao Cheng with his eyes, the smile on his face reappearing, but it was no longer kind, warm, or sunny.

It seemed to carry a sharp killing intent, as if his smile could cut Dao Cheng a thousand times.

Only now did Dao Cheng realize how terrifying Wang Ye was.

His strength might only be that of a Mid-Stage Sixth Grade Cultivator.

But in this aspect, even if all Ice Sect disciples were here, they would probably not be a match for Wang Ye.

And the media cultivators, sensing the opportunity, after recording for a while, started to approach Wang Ye and Dao Cheng, looking like they wanted to interview.

One media cultivator came to Dao Cheng and interviewed him: "Dao Cheng Daoyou, I would like to interview you. Your Cold Sect brought over a hundred disciples to confront Wang Ye, who is only a Mid-Stage Sixth Grade Cultivator. Is your purpose to force out Wang Ye?"

Another media cultivator approached.

"Does the Cold Sect have impure motives for coming to Wang Ye in the first place, harboring other intentions?"

"Wang Ye is merely a Mid-Stage Sixth Grade Cultivator, yet you plan to challenge him and brought so many people. Do you inherently not want Wang Ye to be the Saint Heir, and from the start, intend for Wang Ye to die?"

Voices of discussion continued to rise.

These media cultivators were suggesting one thing.

That the Cold Sect might intentionally target Wang Ye... even to the point of wanting to eliminate him!

In fact, the media cultivators were only asking to exaggerate the truth, so their news would get more traffic.

But they had directly voiced the thoughts of the Cold Sect disciples.

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