Chapter - 198 Coming And Going of a Messenger Brings a Laugh (5) (1/2)

”There are so many different martial art skills in the world,” Zhang Wuji exclaimed, ”Why must you train this kind of poisonous skill? The spiders' venom is extremely violent; granted that you have a way to withstand it if it enters your body, but in the long run it won't give you any benefits.”

With a cold laugh Zhu'er said, ”No doubt there are many different martial art skills in the world, but which one school's skill is superior to this 'qian zhu wan du shou' in terms of fierceness? You may rely on your strong internal energy, but when I reach perfection, you may not necessarily able to withstand one poke of my finger.” While saying that, she concentrated her 'chi' into her finger, and then casually poked her finger into a tree by her side. Because her internal energy had not reached perfection, her finger only went half an inch deep into the tree.

Zhang Wuji asked again, ”How did your Mama teach you this skill? Did she complete the training herself?”

Zhu'er's eyes suddenly shone with a malicious light; she hatefully said, ”In training this 'qian zhu wan du shou', as long as one has consumed more than twenty spiders, the venom accumulated in one's body is already considerable, one's countenance will be deformed. If the training reaches a thousand spiders, one's face will be incomparably ugly. My Mama had almost reached a hundred spiders when she met my father. Because she was afraid her countenance would grow uglier and would make my father unhappy, she discarded the entire skill from her body. As a result, she turned into an ordinary woman who lacked the strength to even truss up a chicken. Although she turned back into a pretty woman, but receiving Er Niang [second mother] and my two older brothers' bullying and insults, unexpectedly she did not have the least bit of ability to fight back. In the end she still had to lose her life. Humph! What good is it to have a pretty face? My Ma was a very beautiful and extremely refined woman. Just because she did not bear a son, my father took a concubine …”

Zhang Wuji's eyes swept over her face. ”So … it was because you train this skill …” he said in a low voice.

”That's right,” Zhu'er said, ”It was because I train this skill that the poison turned my face to look like this. Humph, if that heartless man pays me no attention, just wait 'til I master the 'qian zhu wan du shou'. When I find him, if he does not have any woman by his side, then that's all right …”

”You are not married to him,” Zhang Wuji cut her off; ”You also are not engaged to him, you're just … you're just …”

”Just say it straight out, what are you afraid of?” Zhu'er said, ”You wanted to say that I am just indulging myself in unrequited love, didn't you? What if I am? Since I have already fallen in love with him, I cannot let another woman occupy his heart. If he is heartless and wishy-washy, I'll let him taste my 'qian zhu wan du shou'.”

Zhang Wuji stifled a laugh, but he did not argue with her, realizing that she had a weird character; when she was good, she was really good, but when she was bad, she would not listen to reason at all. He also remembered that his Tai Shifu, Er Shibo [second martial (older) uncle) and the others would often tell him to avoid Wulin people of the heretical way. Apparently the 'qian zhu wan du shou' she trained was one of the most ruthless martial art skills of the heretical sect. Her mother must also be a top ranking demon of the heretical sect. Thinking to this point, he could not help but feel somewhat apprehensive toward her.

Zhu'er, however, did not realize the change in his mood; she was busy going in and out of their little hut. She picked a lot of wild flowers and arranged them inside the hut. Seeing the elegant taste with which she decorated the hut, Zhang Wuji knew that her good taste must have come from her natural instinct, it was the poison that caused her face to be ugly.

”Zhu'er,” he said, ”After my legs are healed, I am going to pick some herbal medicine to try to cure the poison swelling on your face.”

When Zhu'er heard these words, her expression suddenly turned fearful. ”No … no … don't,” she said, ”I have endured countless pain to reach today's level. Do you want to neutralize my 'qian zhu wan du shou' skill?”

Zhang Wuji said, ”Perhaps we can think of a way to eliminate the swelling of the poison on your face without any adverse effect to your skill.”

”You know Hu Qingniu?” Zhang Wuji asked in astonishment.