Chapter - 213 Cold Edge of the Flying Heaven-relying Longsword (9)

"Yes!" Zhang Wuji replied. He had no choice but to back off. Two of Emei female disciples quickly came over to helped their First Martial Sister up.

Most of everyone watching knew Jing Xuan was the first or at least the second best martial art expert under Miejue Shitai. They were wondering why she was this useless; she was thrown several 'zhang' away by this raggedy youngster just in one stance? If they say that she had enjoyed false reputation, it did not seem so, because when battling the Rui Jin Flag just now, her swordsmanship was superb; indeed everybody had seen it. Could it be that they had misjudged this raggedy and filthy young man that he actually had a peerless martial art skill?

Miejue Shitai also was secretly amazed. "Which school does this young man belong to?" she mused, "He has been my prisoner for many days, yet I have not paid attention to him. Turned out he is a master who did not show his true colors; he is actually a great character who did not boast his greatness. Even if I want to shake Jing Xuan like this, I am afraid I cannot; perhaps in this age only that old Taoist Zhang Sanfeng who has this kind of ability. But then he had to train for a hundred years before reaching this level."

Miejue Shitai's character was like ginger; the older she got, the spicier she became. Although she did not dare to belittle Zhang Wuji, actually she also did not have the least bit of fear in her heart. She looked at him from top to bottom to size him up.

At this time Zhang Wuji was already busy taking care of the Rui Jin Flag people's bloody wounds. With top-ranked proficiency his hands sealed various acupoints on everyone so that the blood flowing from the cuts of arms was greatly reduced.

Among the spectators, there were not a few experts with similar acupoint sealing technique to treat injuries, but Zhang Wuji's technique actually made everybody felt ashamed of their own inferiority. They did not even know what extraordinary technique Zhang Wuji was using.

The Vice Flag Leader Wu Jingcao said, "Thank you very much Shaoxia [young hero] for your kindness and loyalty. May I ask your honorable surname and great given name?"

"Zaixia [lit. under/below, the humble one] surnamed Zeng, called Ahniu," Zhang Wuji replied.

Miejue Shitai coldly said, "Come over here, young fellow; take my three sword stances."

"I'm sorry, would Shitai wait a moment?" Zhang Wuji replied, "Helping people is more important." He finished wrapping the wound from the cut arm of the last person before he finally turned around, cupped his fists and said, "Miejue Shitai, I am not your match, fighting with you, Senior, is even more beyond what I can think of. I only hope both sides will stop fighting and forget all grudges and grievances of the past."

When he said 'both sides will stop fighting', his tone was very sincere. In his heart, the 'two sides' was equal to the memory of his departed parents. One side was the prestigious and upright schools, the side of his father's Wudang Pai; the other was demonic and heretical way of his mother's Heavenly Eagle Cult.

"Ha ha … "Miejue Shitai laughed, "Just with a few words from a stinky kid you want us to stop fighting? What are you? The Most Revered in the Wulin World [wu lin zhi zun]?"

Zhang Wuji's heart was moved. "May I ask what about the Most Revered in the Wulin World?" he asked.

Miejue Shitai replied, "He who has the Tulong Dao in his hand will still have to compete with my Yitian Sword to decide who is weak and who is strong, only then will he be the Most Revered in the Wulin World. By that time, it won't be too late to give everybody orders."

Hearing how their master ridiculed Zhang Wuji, the Emei Pai disciples laughed mockingly. There were people from the other Sects who also laughed.

Based on his age and status, it was highly inappropriate for Zhang Wuji to say 'stop fighting'. Hearing everybody sneering at him, Zhang Wuji blushed to the root of his hair. But he still could not bear to stay silent. "Why did you kill so many people?" he asked, "Everybody has a father, mother, wife and children. You killed them, their children would turned into helpless orphans, receivers of others' bullying. You Senior are a follower of Buddha [orig. 'chu jia ren' – one who left home], please show mercy."

He spoke without authority, his manner was inappropriate, but he remembered his own life experience and spoke with sincerity. His words were passionate and earnest that those who heard him were moved. Miejue Shitai, however, remained wooden.

"Young fellow," she said in her cold voice, "Do I need you to lecture me? You are conceited because of your profound internal energy that you are blowing hot air in here. Very well, take my three palm strikes, and I will let these people go."

"I can't take even one palm strike from your disciple, how am I going to take three from Shitai?" Zhang Wuji said, "I do not dare to compete in martial art with you; I am only asking you to show mercy. Just consider yourself showing divine kindness to these people."

'Zeng Xianggong [young master]," in a loud voice Wu Jingcao called out, "No need to talk too much with this old thief nun. We would rather under die this old thief nun's hand than receive her fake benevolence."

With squinting eyes Miejue looked at Zhang Wuji and asked, "Who is your Shifu?"

Zhang Wuji thought, "Although Father and Yifu both taught me martial arts, but they are not my Shifu." Thereupon he said, "I don't have any Shifu."

Once these words came out of his mouth, everybody present was very surprised. At first when he shook Jing Xuan with one stance, they thought he must be a disciple of a master, in their hearts there were thirty percent suspicions; who would have thought that he said he did not have any master? Wulin people revered their masters the most. It was not uncommon for someone unwilling to reveal his master's surname and given name; but very rare would someone who had a master to say he did not have any master. If Zhang Wuji said he did not have any Shifu, then he truly did not have any Shifu.

Miejue Shitai did not want to talk too much. "Receive the first strike!" she said. Her right hand stretched out with a casual slapping motion.

Faced with this circumstance, Zhang Wuji did not have any choice but to fight. Not daring to be careless, he pushed both palms out, receiving her one palm with his both hands. Unexpectedly Miejue Shitai's palm went down and then from below his hands swiftly slipped through his palms like an extraordinary slippery small fish. 'Slap! The palm squarely hit Zhang Wuji's chest.

Zhang Wuji was startled. The Jiu Yang Shen Gong protecting his body automatically reacted to the opponent's palm strength. But just before these two whiffs of tremendously strong internal energy collided, Miejue Shitai's palm strength suddenly disappeared without a trace. Zhang Wuji was taken by surprise. When he looked up to see her face, suddenly he felt as if the pit of his stomach was hit by an iron hammer. Zhang Wuji staggered and was thrown rolling around twice on the ground. 'Wah!' he spurted out a mouthful of blood, which looked like a pile of mud on the sandy ground.

Miejue Shitai's palm power switched between 'swallowing' and 'throwing up', changing indeterminately, sucking and diverting the enemy's force before sending out her own strength again. It was the most refined and subtle of the internal energy cultivation of the martial art study. The spectators with profound martial art knowledge understood the amazing technique this palm; they all could not stop from cheering.