Daily Intelligence System: Don't Kill Me, Honey!

Chapter 1785 - 415: Chen Jie: What? I Made Little Ming King Cry?

Han Ling’er brought the Little Ming King over to stand before Chen Jie.The Little Ming King was still glaring at Chen Jie with a face full of hatred, his eyes brimming with grievance and defiance.

Han Ling’er, her face full of apology, said to Chen Jie, "Brother Chen, my brother’s gone mad. Don’t believe a word he says."

Hearing this, Chen Jie glanced at the Little Ming King, only to see that Han Ling’er had already gagged him with a strip of cloth. For a Ming King to be this miserable was a rare sight.

Chen Jie looked at the Little Ming King and reached out his hand. "Take the cloth off his mouth."

Han Ling’er said, "This... my brother’s madness isn’t cured yet. I’m afraid he’ll start spouting nonsense again. Tied up like this is good, it’s good."

Chen Jie chuckled at that, looked at Han Ling’er, and said, "It’s fine. This is the Ming King Hall. With your Fire Heavenly Venerate watching over you, your brother will wake up."

After hearing this, Han Ling’er hesitated for a moment, her eyes still on Chen Jie. Chen Jie’s face held that faint, unreadable smile as he looked at her like this and said, "Let him go."

Han Ling’er could only yank the cloth from the Little Ming King’s mouth.

"Ptui!"

The Little Ming King spat viciously and looked at his own sister with utter contempt in his eyes. "Lackey!"

Han Ling’er instantly felt wronged, but with Chen Jie here she said nothing.

Chen Jie looked at the Little Ming King’s unreconciled face and said, "Han Lin’er, what kind of person do you think you are?"

The question came out of nowhere and left the Little Ming King a bit stunned, but he still straightened his clothes and said, "I am the master of the Zoroastrian Sect, sovereign of ten thousand chariots."

Chen Jie looked him over after hearing this and said, "I told you to talk about your character. Who asked about your status? Aside from being the master of the Zoroastrian Sect, aren’t you just a shameless, two-bit villain?"

"You’re the villain!"

The Little Ming King was triggered and blurted it out.

Chen Jie laughed and said, "I’m the villain? Where’s my villainy? Is it that I entered the Ruins, foiled Du Zundao’s plot, and saved your sect’s line of succession—that’s evil? Or that I risked my life to save Yushan Shangren and helped your Zoroastrian Sect rescue your pillar of support—that’s evil?"

"Or is it that I fought the Six Great Sects to save you, that I carried you on my back to escape the Demon Slayer Monk’s pursuit—was that evil?"

"Tell me, in what way am I evil?"

Chen Jie stared at the Little Ming King as he questioned him. The Little Ming King opened his mouth but couldn’t get a word out for a long while.

Those were all great merits to the Zoroastrian Sect, great kindness to himself. Even if he threw away all shame, he couldn’t just point at a deer and call it a horse, turn black into white, and call great kindness great evil.

Besides, even if he wanted to turn black into white, he didn’t have the clout to do it. Do you know who’s able to twist right and wrong like that?

Only those with power that shakes the heavens. Han Lin’er might sit in the most exalted seat, but he didn’t possess that earth‑shaking power. He was more like a puppet on strings.

So he was tongue‑tied, and the more speechless he was, the angrier he became. His whole mind grew irrational—he was completely "in his head."

At this point he shouted at Chen Jie, "You, you... you’re trying to control me like Du Zundao did!"

"Heh!"

Chen Jie let out a short laugh at that, looked at the Little Ming King, and said, "Is your brain short‑circuited?"

"What?"

The Little Ming King didn’t understand.

"I said there’s something wrong with your head. When have I ever controlled you?"

"You—you dare insult me!"

The Little Ming King blew up. Chen Jie said, "You’re the one who said I was controlling you. If I really could control you, then when I insult you, you’d have to just take it, wouldn’t you? But you’re still talking back to me. Looks like I haven’t controlled you at all."

"Stop twisting words here!"

"You’re the one twisting words, Han Lin’er!"

Chen Jie’s eyes widened, and an unimaginably terrifying aura surged from him. Han Lin’er, a Dragon Realm rookie with zero real combat experience, was worlds apart from Chen Jie, a Melt God Realm veteran who’d been through a hundred battles.

When Chen Jie raised his pressure, he immediately pinned Han Lin’er in place. At that moment Han Lin’er felt as if he were facing a furious, ancient beast, ready to tear someone apart at any second!

Chen Jie glared at Han Lin’er and barked, "So this is what you are—unable to tell good from evil, blind to loyalty and treachery, ungrateful to the core, you little Ming King!"

Chen Jie simply nailed a verdict onto Han Lin’er.

The Little Ming King wanted to argue back, but one look from Chen Jie scared him so badly that he couldn’t move. He could only stare at Chen Jie as Chen Jie interrogated him.

"You say I want to control you. Then tell me—why would I bother controlling you?"

"Y‑you, of course you want to steal my position as Sect Hierarch."

"Bullshit. I’m not even a member of your Zoroastrian Sect—how the hell would I steal your Sect Hierarch’s seat? Huh? Answer me!"

The Little Ming King froze. Yeah, he wasn’t even one of the Zoroastrian Sect, so he couldn’t possibly be competing with him for the Sect Hierarch’s position. He suddenly realized this, but he refused to let Chen Jie shut him down like that, so he said, "Then, then..."

He stammered "then" for half the day but couldn’t come up with anything.

Chen Jie looked at the Little Ming King and said, "What, nothing to say now? It’s ridiculous. I was just kindly reminding you that the court’s Army is right at the foot of the mountain and could attack at any time. Is now really the time for you to rattle on about your glorious deeds?"

"Is now the time for you to stand there pontificating and spewing that crap? If the court Army breaks through Wangchuan Pass right now and storms Bright Peak, tens of thousands of old folks, women, and children will be staring naked at the enemy’s blades. They will die because of your stupidity!"

"I’ve already found them a refuge; they still have a chance to live. But if, because you insist on finishing your endless bullshit, you make them miss their one chance to survive, then tell me—tell me, will you have the face to face the Zoroastrian Sect soldiers fighting for their lives right now at Wangchuan Pass? Will you have the face to face your father, watching you from beneath the Nine Springs? Will you be worthy of the Zoroastrian Sect’s ancestors?"