Daily Intelligence System: Don't Kill Me, Honey! Chapter 1786 - 415: Chen Jie: What? I Made the Little Ming King Cry? (2)

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Previously on Daily Intelligence System: Don't Kill Me, Honey!...
Chen Jie confronts the Little Ming King, who is filled with hatred and grievance. After removing his gag, the Little Ming King calls his sister a lackey. Chen Jie questions the Little Ming King's character and actions, highlighting how he has benefited the Zoroastrian Sect, saving his life and sect multiple times. When the Little Ming King accuses Chen Jie of trying to control him, Chen Jie's immense power overwhelms him. Chen Jie chastises the Little Ming King for being ungrateful and reminds him of the imminent threat from the court army, emphasizing the sect members' lives hang in the balance.

Every word Chen Jie said pierced right to the heart; he didn’t leave a single line of mercy.

Listening to this, the Little Ming King was overwhelmed with shame. Had he really wronged Chen Jiusi?

Was he just being too sensitive?

The Little Ming King started to regain a bit of reason, and Chen Jie’s harsh scolding also fell into the ears of the Cult Members around them. For a moment they all felt that Chen Jiusi’s words were painfully on point—this Little Ming King really was too immature. They were willing to die for him, but he couldn’t just squander their lives like this!

The Little Ming King clenched his fists. Chen Jie looked at him and said, "What, you still don’t think you were wrong?"

"Cowardly and suspicious, no sense of right and wrong, oversensitive and full of inferiority—those traits would be pathetic enough in an ordinary person. On you, they’re not only pathetic, they’re hateful."

"Turn around and look at your sister—your own sister. For your sake she’s exhausted herself. To protect you, she went down into the Ruins without a second thought, even though it’s extremely dangerous—she almost died in there. But has she ever complained even once?"

"No, she hasn’t said a single word. To keep you safe, how much has she paid, how many dangers has she taken on herself? In the end, the one who enjoys the credit is you. Saying she has done you a great favor—would that be too much?"

"And what about you? What have you done? Just because she corrected your mistake and didn’t want you to go astray, what did you end up calling her? A lackey?"

"Whose lackey? Mine, or yours!"

Hearing this, all the grievance in Han Ling’er’s chest exploded out; she burst into tears, crying like pear blossoms in the rain.

And the Cult Members not far away, seeing this, all secretly cursed Han Lin’er in their hearts as less than human. The Saintess risked life and limb for you, suffered who knows how much for you, and what did you do? You actually called her a lackey—utterly outrageous.

For a time, everyone felt quite a bit of resentment toward the Little Ming King.

Chen Jie went on, "Ungrateful, no sense of right and wrong—that’s bad enough. On top of that you bully the weak and fear the strong."

"As the Sect Hierarch of the Holy Sect, you don’t even have the most basic backbone. You were awfully imposing just now, shouting so loudly. Why? Is it because you think we’re kind and easy to bully, that we won’t hurt you?"

"When Du Zundao was bullying you back then, why didn’t you shout at him? Why didn’t you curse him for harboring sinister motives and plotting to control you?"

"And now what? You’re yelling at us. Why? Isn’t it exactly because whoever treats you well is the one you bully?"

"People like you who bully the weak and fear the strong—what face do you have to stand here yapping and barking? Do you still have any shame?"

"You still have the face to call yourself Sect Hierarch of the Holy Sect?"

"You’ve taken bullying the weak and fearing the strong to the extreme. I’m ashamed of you—disgusted!"

"If I were you, I’d go find a block of tofu and bash my head in. How would I still have the face to stand here, questioning this one and questioning that one? Truly a good-for-nothing, a mediocrity. I can’t even be bothered to scold you anymore. Get lost!"

Chen Jie was scolding the Little Ming King like he was his own son.

At this moment the Little Ming King just stood there, utterly aggrieved, tears welling in his eyes, almost spilling over. He could only force himself to look calm and struggle to hold them back.

At his side, Han Ling’er’s heart also ached for her brother. She immediately stepped forward and said, "Brother Chen, that’s enough. My brother knows he was wrong. Don’t say anymore."

Chen Jie, hearing this, looked at the Little Ming King and said, "Take a good look—the ’lackey’ in your mouth is still shielding you right now!"

With that, Chen Jie turned around and walked away.

Seeing Chen Jie leave, Han Ling’er said, "Brother, it’s over now, it’s over."

"Sister, am I... am I really that awful?"

Han Lin’er raised his head to look at his sister, eyes rimmed with tears. Han Ling’er could only sigh inwardly and force a smile. "No. You’re just under too much pressure. The entire Holy Sect rests on your shoulders. Put someone else in your place and they might not do as well as you."

"Really?"

Han Lin’er looked at Han Ling’er with eyes full of hope.

"Really."

Han Ling’er gave him a firm answer.

Today we have Voldemort, and in ancient times there was the "Brother-Supporting Demon"—Han Ling’er really was doing everything she could to prop up this brother of hers.

Under Han Ling’er’s comforting, Han Lin’er finally stopped crying. Seeing him like this, the Cult Members below could only feel helpless. To have a Sect Hierarch like this was truly something—he’d actually been scolded to the point of tears.

Well, the previous Sect Hierarch had always said this son was useless. If only the Saintess had been born male—what a pity that the strong-willed one happened to be born a daughter.

And the soft-hearted one happened to be born a son.

And this Sect Hierarch seat could only be passed to males, not females, which is why such a bizarre situation has come about today.

Their own Sect Hierarch had actually been scolded like a child until he cried—what a disgrace, a shame beyond all measure.

By now, everyone was utterly disappointed in the Little Ming King. If Chen Jie had any other designs at this moment, it wouldn’t be impossible for him to seize the Sect Hierarch’s seat. Unfortunately, right now that position was a hot potato. Even if Chen Jie grabbed it, it wouldn’t be of much use, and it might easily arouse the court’s displeasure.

Besides, he didn’t want the Zoroastrian Sect to be too united either—that would not be conducive to Chen Jie’s future plan to unify the realm. So he took the opportunity to further weaken the Little Ming King’s prestige.

At the same time, by undermining the Little Ming King’s authority, he completed his own "knock on the mountain to shock the tiger," highlighting how dangerous he himself could be. To put it plainly, Chen Jie’s actions just now, apart from being a counterattack, also carried the intention of stepping on the Little Ming King to boost himself.

Of course, he definitely wasn’t going to actually take the throne, but he still had to establish his own authority.

As a man with the world in his heart, always thinking about expanding territory, every step Chen Jie took was paving the way for his own future.

Du Xiong followed behind Chen Jie, glancing back at the Little Ming King who had been scolded to tears, and said, "That was really satisfying!"