Chapter - 217 Cold Edge of the Flying Heaven-relying Longsword (13) (1/2)

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?”