Chapter - 207 Cold Edge of the Flying Heaven-relying Longsword (3) (1/2)
”Miss, what is your honorable surname and great given name?” Yin Liting asked.
Zhu'er only shook her head in daze, as tears streaming down her face. Suddenly she threw herself on the sandy ground and cried miserably.
”Don't be sad, Miss,” Yin Liting consoled her, ”Even if my nephew Wuji had not fallen into that snowy canyon, the cold poison in his body would have flared up by now, it would still be difficult for him to escape calamity. Ay, he fell with a smashed body and shattered bones, that might not necessarily a bad fortune. It sure beats the heavy and endless torture of the cold poison in his body.”
Miejue Shitai suddenly said, ”It was better for this breed of sin Zhang Wuji to die early; otherwise he would just be a source of harm to mankind.”
Zhu'er was angry. ”Old Thief Nun,” she roared, ”What nonsense are you blabbering about?”
Hearing her unexpectedly dared to insult their venerated master, four or five the Emei disciples immediately drew their swords and pointed the tips to her back.
Zhu'er was not scared at all; she still shouted curses, ”Old Thief Nun, Zhang Wuji's father was this Yin Liuxia's Shixiong [martial brother]; his chivalry and prestige spread all over the world. What's not good about him?”
Miejue Shitai laughed coldly without answering. Jing Xuan said, ”Watch what you are saying. Zhang Wuji's father was no doubt a disciple of an upright and prestigious school, but what about his mother? He was the son of a Devil Cult witch. If he was not a breed of sin, the source of harm to the mankind, then what is he?”
”Who was Zhang Wuji's mother?” Zhu'er asked, ”Why did you say she was a Devil Cult witch?”
The Emei disciples broke into raucous laughter; only Zhou Zhiruo lowered her head and looked at the ground. Yin Liting looked quite awkward. Zhang Wuji's face was flushed with fury, his eyes red and brimming with tears; if he had not made up his mind to hide his true identity, he would have stood up and defended his mother.
Jing Xu was more honest and considerate; she explained to Zhu'er, ”Zhang Wuxia's wife was Heavenly Devil Cult's Cult Leader, Yin Tianzheng's daughter; her name was Yin Susu …”
”Ah,” Zhu'er exclaimed; her countenance changed greatly.
Jing Xu added, ”Because Zhang Wuxia took this witch as his wife, he brought ruin and shame upon himself and slashed his own throat on Mount Wudang. This matter was widely known all over the world. Could it be that Miss was not aware?”
”I … I lived on the Lingshe Island, and have never heard anything about the Wulin world affairs of the Central Plains,” Zhu'er said.
”Alright, then,” Jing Xuan said, ”You have offended my Shifu. Quickly apoligize.”
But Zhu'er still asked, ”That Yin Susu, where is she?”
”She died together with Zhang Wuxia,” Jing Xu replied.
Zhu'er's body trembled. ”She … she also died?” she asked.