Chapter - 484 All Over the World, No One Can be a Hero (9)

Listening to this point, the group of warriors' countenances changed; they believed Zhao Min's words were not meant to frighten anybody. Zhang Wuji's courage and uprightness was outstanding; he would not care how much suffering and calamity he had to endure, he would definitely try to rescue Xie Xun. Even if he had to lose his life, he would never regret his decision. Yuan Zhen had accurately seen these traits on Zhang Wuji; he knew that Zhang Wuji would jump into a mountain of blades or pot of oil.

Zhao Min sighed and said, "This way, the Ming Cult's demise is guaranteed. Yuan Zhen would carry out his evil plot further. He would poison Kong Wen, and put the blame on Kong Zhi Dashi. This scheme would be very easy to do, he would only need to fabricate false evidence, and the Shaolin monks would believe him. Consequently, his cronies would unanimously recommend him as the logical candidate to take over Fangzhang position. He, Senior, would issue a decree for the warriors to besiege the Ming Cult. Relying on numbers to achieve victory, he would annihilate the Ming Cult. At that time, the title number one martial artist in the world, I am afraid other people would be unable to take it away from him. If Tulong Saber did not appear, so be it. But if in the Jianghu the trail of this precious Saber reappeared, everybody would know that the rightful owner of this Saber would be the Shaolin Temple Abbot, Yuan Zhen Shen Seng. If the owner of the Saber was unwilling to hand this Saber away, I am afraid he would be in a precarious position!"

Although Zhao Min was speaking in a low voice, several people in the wooden shelter were intently listening to her. As she finished speaking, Zhou Dian slapped his own thigh and called out, "Exactly, exactly! What an excellent evil plan!" Unconsciously, his voice grew loud that most of the people around the field heard him. Everybody turned their eyes toward the Ming Cult's shelter.

"What kind of excellent evil plan?" Situ Qianzhong asked, "Can you tell it to this old man?"

"Definitely not!" Zhou Dian said, "The Old Man [referring to himself] wants to sow dissension so that the heroes from all over the world would kill each other, to the point that you die, I live. If I tell you, won't the evil plan lose its effectiveness?"

"Wonderful, wonderful!" Situ Qianzhong laughed, "But how are you going to sow dissension? Would you elaborate?"

Zhou Dian loudly said, "I am thinking of an ingenious evil plan; I would tell a lie by saying that the Old Man has the Tulong Saber in his possession. Whoever possesses the strongest martial art, the Old Man would hand over the Tulong Saber to him …"

"What a plan! What a conspiracy!" Situ Qianzhong called out, "And then what?"

Zhao Min and Zhang Wuji exchanged a glance, they both thought, "This drunkard is neither our relative nor our friend, but he is a great help to us."

Zhou Dian loudly said, "Just think, this precious Saber is known as the 'wulin zhi zun'; who won't fight with his all might to get hold of it? Thereupon, the lunatic would be killed by the drunkard, the drunkard would be killed by the monk, the monk would be killed by the priest, the priest would be killed by the young lady … the killing would continue, the field would be littered with dead bodies, blood would flow like a river. Woohoo! What a pity! What an awful sight!"

As soon as the crowd of heroes heard him, they shivered in fear; thinking that although this man acted like a lunatic, his words actually made a perfect sense. Kongtong Pai's Er Lao [second elder] Zong Weixia stood up and said, "This gentleman, Mr. Zhou, actually has a point. We are honest and upright people, we do not speak in riddles; it is unavoidable that every school and every sect has an interest in the Tulong Saber. However, I think it is not worthwhile to lose our reputation just for the sake of the Saber, or even go as far as the destruction of the entire sect. I wish everybody will not bicker over it, to honor our martial art code of brotherhood, to the point that our friendship will not be harmed regardless of victory or defeat. What do you think?"

At the Brightness Peak, Zhang Wuji had shown him kindness by healing his internal injury due to the 'Qi Shang Quan' [seven-injury fist] training. Afterwards, Zhang Wuji also saved him from the Wan An Temple Pagoda. This time Kongtong Pai came to Shaolin Temple with the intention of providing assistance to the Ming Cult.

Situ Qianzhong said with a laugh, "I see you are a big fellow, but you are afraid of death. If nobody spills any blood and nobody loses his life, the martial art contest will not be worth seeing."

Kongtong Pai's Si Lao [fourth elder], Chang Jingzhi angrily said, "To hurt a drunkard like you, I don't need to spill your blood."

"The drunkard is only joking," Situ Qianzhong said, "Why should Mr. Chang the Fourth be this angry? Everybody knows Kongtong Pai's Qi Shang Quan can kill anybody without spilling any blood. Didn't Kong Jian Shen Seng of Shaolin Temple die under the Qi Shang Quan? How can my old bones, the drunkard surnamed Situ, be compared to Kong Jian Shen Seng?"

The crowd of heroes thought, "This drunkard is offending both the Kongtong Pai and Shaolin Pai. It's a wonder that he can survive this long roaming in the Jianghu the way he is."

Zong Weixia ignored his remarks and said in a loud voice, "In my opinion, each school, sect, clan or society is to nominate two of their masters. These masters will compete in martial art skill, and whoever has the highest martial art skill will have the right to handle Xie Daxia and the Tulong Saber."

The crowd of heroes applauded loudly; they all said that this is the best proposal ever.

Zhang Wuji carefully looked at the monks behind Kong Zhi; most of them frowned, as if they were displeased with this turn of events. He knew Zhao Min's speculation on Yuan Zhen's evil plot was correct; he indeed wanted to provoke the crowd of heroes to kill each other.

A white faced middle-aged man with little moustache stood up; his hand waved a folding fan with golden spine, his face was rather good-looking. He said, "I believe Zong Er Xia's [second hero Zong] proposal is very good. When we compete in martial art, although we will stop at touching the opponent, we must remember that weapons, fists and legs do not have eyes. If anybody slips, that can be considered a fate. Martial brothers and friends shall not come out to seek revenge. Otherwise, the fight will continue without conclusion."

"That's right," the crowd of heroes replied, "Let it be so."

With a shrill voice Situ Qianzhong said, "This brother, the good-looking gentleman with laughter in his speech, could you be Ouyang Xiongtai ['xiongtai' is yet another way of saying 'brother'] of Hengyang prefecture in Xiang Nan [southern Hunan]?"

That man shook his folding fan twice and laughed. "I do not dare. Such a humble name," he said, "You flattered me in one sentence and insulted with me the next."

Situ Qianzhong said, "It seems like Ouyang Xiong and I are loners [orig. 'gu1hun2ye3gui' – lonely soul, wild ghost]; we do not belong to any clan, society, school or sect. I like wine, you like women. How about the two of us found the 'jiu se pai' [wine and sex sect, or drunkard and lecher sect]? Then our Jiuse Pai's two masters will stand hand in hand to face the world's masters together."

The crowd of heroes broke out in laughter again, thinking that this Situ Qianzhong repeatedly blurting jokes, creating happy atmosphere, inciting not a few laughter around the meeting place; and thus reducing the hostility inside the hearts of many people.