Chapter - 217 Cold Edge of the Flying Heaven-relying Longsword (13)

The Heavenly Eagle Cult people turned around abruptly and withdrew; like a wave row after row of shields and bows and arrows rolled away in a very neat formation. It appeared that Yin Yewang's troops were trained for battle; whether they are attacking or withdrawing, they followed certain rules.

Miejue Shitai's countenance darkened, yet she did not know what to say in her defense; would she say that in the last palm strike she was showing mercy? Everybody had clearly seen how with gentle strike she had inflicted serious injury to Zhang Wuji, twice in a row. But under Yin Yewang's threat, the third palm, which appeared to carry a tremendous force, did not injure Zhang Wuji in the least bit. No matter how hard she defended herself, nobody would believe her. Much less she was always an arrogant person; how could she ask everybody to believe her?

While staring maliciously at Zhang Wuji, she called in a loud and clear voice, "Yin Yewang, if you want to test my palm power, come over here."

Yin Yewang cupped his fists and said, "After receiving Shitai's compassion today, I do not dare to offend further. We will meet again someday soon."

Miejue Shitai waved her left sleeve; without saying anything she led her disciples to walk quickly westward. The people of Kunlun, Huashan and Kongtong Pai, as well as Yin Liting and Song Qingshu, followed behind them.

Zhu'er's legs were still paralyzed. "Ahniu Ge," she said anxiously, "Quickly take me away." But Zhang Wuji wanted very much to speak a few words with Yin Yewang. "Wait a moment," he said, and he walked toward Yin Yewang.

"Qianbei has rendered a great assistance, 'wanbei' will never dare to forget," he said.

Yin Yewang pulled his hand and look at him from top to bottom, sizing him up. "You are surnamed Zheng?" he asked.

Zhang Wuji had the urge to throw himself into his bosom and call out, 'Jiujiu, Jiujiu!' But in the end he forced himself not to do that, although he could not stop his eyes from turning red. There was a saying, 'Seeing (maternal) uncle is like seeing one's mother.' Since his parents died, Yin Yewang was the first close family member he had seen in more than ten years, how could his heart not get excited?

Yin Yewang saw the affectionate look on his eyes, but he thought that Zhang Wuji was very grateful because he had saved his life, so he did not further think about this matter. His eyes turned toward Zhu'er, who was lying down on the ground. With a dry laugh he said, "Ah Li, are you all right?"

Zhu'er looked up; her eyes were brimming with hatred. Immediately she lowered her head and after a while she called out, "Father!"

As soon as she called, 'Father', Zhang Wuji was shocked. But his mind was churning fast, and very soon he understood everything. "Turns out Zhu'er is Jiujiu's daughter; in that case she is my Biaomei [maternal younger female cousin]. She has killed her second mother, and thus vexed her own mother to her death. She also said that her father would kill her if he sees her … Oh, she used the 'qian zhu wan du shou' to pierce Yin Wulu, must be because these brothers, just like their masters, were not good toward these mother and daughter. Although Yin Wufu and Yin Wushou hated her very much, they cannot fight with her, hence they only said a sentence, 'It is San Xiaojie' before taking Yin Wulu away."

Turning his head around toward Zhu'er, suddenly he remembered something else, "No wonder I always felt that her mannerism very much resembled my Mama, turns out she is my own blood relative; my Ma was her (paternal) aunt."

He heard Yin Yewang's cold laugh. "You still call me 'Father'? Humph, I know you have followed Jin Hua Popo and did not have any regard toward the Heavenly Eagle Cult. You are a hopeless kid, exactly like your Mama, train that 'qian zhu wan du shou'. Humph, look in the mirror, tell me, is there any ugly freak in my Yin family?"

At first Zhu'er was so frightened that her whole body trembled, but suddenly she turned her head and stared directly at her father's face, while in a loud and clear voice she said, "Father, if you did not raise the past matters, I wouldn't have raise them either. But since you mentioned it, I want to ask you: you were happily married with Mama, why did you take Er Niang [second mother]?"

"This … this …" Yin Yewang said, "Dead girl, which one among the men did not have three wives, four concubines? You are disobedient and unfilial; it's useless to debate with you today. You do not have any regard to Jin Hua Popo, Yin Ye Xiansheng [Mr. Silver Leaf], or the Heavenly Eagle Cult." He waved his hand to his back and said to Yin Wufu and Yin Wushou, "Take this girl along. Let's go."

Zhang Wuji stretched out his arms to block. "Hold on!" he said, "Yin … Yin Qianbei, why do you want to take her along?"

"This girl is my daughter," Yin Yewang replied, "She killed her stepmother and vexed her own mother to death; she is more like a beast than a human being, how can I let her live in this world?"

Zhang Wuji said, "At that time Miss Yin was still very young, seeing her mother bullied by others, she was enraged and had made the mistake of taking matters into her own hands. I beseech Qianbei to remember the love between a father and his daughter and punish her leniently."

Yin Yewang laughed with his face toward the sky. "Young fellow," he said, "Who do you think you are that you always meddle with other people's business? Why, you even want to interfere with my Yin family's internal affair. Are you the 'Most Revered in the Wulin World'?"

Zhang Wuji's mind was stirred. He really wanted to shout, "I am your nephew, I am not an outsider." But in the end he held his peace.

"Kid," Yin Yewang laughed, "You are lucky that today your life was spared. But if you keep meddling into the Jianghu people's business like this, even if you have ten little lives, that won't be enough." While saying that, he waved his left hand. Yin Wufu and Yin Wushou stepped forward to pick up Zhu'er then they followed Yin Yewang.

Zhang Wuji knew that falling into her father's hand this time, Zhu'er would most likely not have the good fortune to keep her life. In his desperation, he pounced forward trying to snatch her away.

Yin Yewang frowned; like a lightning his hand reached out and grabbed Zhang Wuji's chest and gently tossed him away. Zhang Wuji's body refused to follow its master's order; like soaring into the clouds or sailing in the fog he flew out and 'Bang!' he fell heavily into the yellow sand. The Jiu Yang Shen Gong inside his body protected him that he did not sustain any injury; but falling into the sand, his eyes, ears, mouth and nose were full of sand that it was unbearably uncomfortable. Unwilling to give up, he crawled up trying to grab Zhu'er again.

'Kid," with a cold laugh Yin Yewang said, "I was being lenient the first time, don't force me to be impolite the second time."

Zhang Wuji earnestly begged, "She … she is your own daughter. When she was little you carried her in your arms, you kissed her. Please spare her."

Yin Yewang's heart was touched, but when he turned his head to look at Zhu'er, he saw her bumpy face, and could not help feeling even more loathsome. "Get out of my way!" he shouted.

Zhang Wuji took a step closer instead, still trying to grab Zhu'er.