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Du Ming did not speak, only tightly held my hand, his palm also sweating. We stood side by side in the center of the crowd, receiving praise and blessings from all directions, but I felt as if there were thorns in my back. The last gaze of the Demon God was like a thorn, piercing my heart and refusing to go away.
At the grand celebration banquet, with fine wine and delicious food, songs and dances filled the air, yet I found no taste in my food. Du Ming seemed to notice my distraction; he gently patted the back of my hand and whispered, "Don't worry, I will find out the truth."
However, before we could begin our investigation, trouble came knocking at our door.
A sharp voice cut through the laughter and joy of the banquet: "You really have some nerve to dare hoard the Demon God's treasure!"
I looked up abruptly to see Green Tea dressed in white, standing in the center of the crowd, pointing at Du Ming and me with a face full of anger and jealousy. She was accompanied by several elders from the Cultivation Family, indicating that she had come prepared.
"Green Tea, what nonsense are you spouting!" I retorted angrily. "The Demon God's treasure does not exist!"
"Does not exist?" Green Tea sneered. "Then explain why the Demon God looked at you before dying? Why were you able to escape unscathed from the Demon God? Do you dare say you did not obtain the Demon God's treasure?!"
I could hardly believe my ears; how could Green Tea twist the truth so? "You..." I trembled with rage but didn't know what to say. Du Ming held my hand, signaling me to calm down. He coldly looked at Green Tea and said, "Where's your evidence? What proof do you have that we hoarded the Demon God's treasure?"
A flicker of panic crossed Green Tea's eyes, but she quickly regained her composure. She pointed at Du Ming and said, "Do you dare let us search your Cosmic Bag?"
Du Ming remained silent, merely staring at her coldly, his gaze seemingly able to pierce through everything. I knew that Du Ming's Cosmic Bag held many secrets; he could never allow anyone to search it.
"What? Are you afraid?" Green Tea laughed triumphantly. "I knew you were guilty! You hoarded the Demon God's treasure and want to keep it all for yourselves!"
As soon as Green Tea finished speaking, murmurs erupted around us; people's gazes shifted from admiration to suspicion and wariness. I felt an invisible pressure bearing down on us; we were like prey trapped in a spider's web, unable to move.
"We haven't hoarded anything; believe it or not," Du Ming said coldly. "The innocent will clear themselves; the guilty will reveal their own guilt."
"How noble-sounding," an elderly voice interjected. I turned to see the leader of the Cultivation Family Alliance, who had always harbored resentment towards Du Ming. "Du Ming, you'd better cooperate with the investigation; otherwise, don't blame us for being rude!"
I knew that it would be difficult for us to escape today. Although Du Ming was powerful, he could not go against the entire Cultivation World. I stole a glance at Du Ming; his expression was terrifyingly dark, but I could sense he was trying hard to suppress his anger.
"Alright, let's go," Du Ming said as he took my hand and turned to leave. I understood that he was not giving up but rather trying not to implicate innocent people.
We walked in silence, with whispers following us from behind; those once-admiring gazes had turned into suspicion and disdain. My heart sank to the bottom—what should we do? How could we prove our innocence?
After leaving the Cultivation Family Alliance, we did not return directly to our family but chose a secluded valley as a temporary refuge. Du Ming radiated a cold aura; I knew he was struggling to contain his anger.
"What should we do now?" I asked as I held his hand in an attempt to comfort him, only for him to shake me off.
"This matter is not so simple; someone must be instigating Green Tea," he said coldly. "I will never let them off."
I understood his anger but worried about him acting impulsively. "We have no evidence right now; acting rashly will only alert them."
He took a deep breath, trying hard to calm himself down. "You're right; we need to find evidence first."
In the following days, we visited several cultivators who were friendly with Green Tea in hopes of gathering some clues from them. However, these individuals either knew nothing about Green Tea's background or refused to speak up, clearly under some form of threat.
Just when we were at a loss, I accidentally discovered a letter. It had fallen from a wounded Scattered Practitioner while I was treating him. Compelled by some instinct, I opened the letter, and its contents shocked me.
"Dear Master, everything is proceeding according to plan. Guo Lingxi and Du Ming have already fallen into the trap and will soon be disgraced. We have successfully stirred up suspicion against them in the Cultivation World; with just a little more provocation, they will become the targets of public scorn. At that time, you will be able to..."
The letter abruptly ended there, but even this much was enough to send chills down my spine. This letter confirmed our suspicions that there was indeed a mysterious force manipulating everything behind the scenes, and their intentions were far from simply framing us.
I immediately relayed the contents of the letter to Du Ming. After reading it, his expression darkened even further. "It seems we've really gotten ourselves into serious trouble this time."
"This letter mentioned 'Master.' Who do you think it could be?" I asked anxiously. "What is their ultimate goal?"
Du Ming did not answer. Instead, he took out a compass from his Cosmic Bag; the needle was spinning wildly as if affected by some disturbance.
"This is bad!" His face changed dramatically. "They're coming!"
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