Chapter - 327 Hundred-feet Tall Tower Prevents Passage (4) (2/2)

Zhou Zhiruo waited until Lu Zhangke left the room before she pushed backward to close the door, and then she threw herself at her master's bosom and wept. For all her life Miejue Shitai had been strong and firm; this time she was going to die, she could not restrain to be emotionally touched; she stroked Zhou Zhiruo's hair gently. Zhou Zhiruo knew her time to speak with her master was not long; immediately she narrated how Zhang Wuji came to rescue her the previous night. Miejue Shitai wrinkled her brows and was silent for half a day before she finally said, ”Why did he only rescue you and did not rescue other people? That day on the Brightness Peak you stabbed him; why did he repay it by rescuing you?”

Zhou Zhiruo's cheeks blushed and she softly said, ”I don't know.”

”Humph,” Miejue Shitai indignantly said, ”That kid is so wicked. He is the leader of the Devil Cult; how can he have good intentions? I think he is setting a trap and he is luring you to enter in.”

”He … he is setting a trap?” Zhou Zhiruo wondered.

”We are the Devil Cult's archenemy,” Miejue Shitai said, ”I don't know how many devil disciples died under my Yitian Sword. The Devil Cult hates Emei Pai to their bones; how could they come over to rescue us? This surnamed Zhang's devil-head must have been looking at you and took a liking; he wanted you to fall into his snare. He ordered some people to capture us then he would deliberately rescue you to curry your favor, so that from this time on you will always be grateful to him.”

”Shifu,” Zhou Zhiruo weakly said, ”I think … I think he was sincere.”

Miejue Shitai was very angry; in a loud voice she said, ”You are just the same as that good-for-nothing Ji Xiaofu; captivated by Devil Cult's disciples. If I had my internal energy, I'd strike you dead with my palm.”

Zhou Zhiruo was so scared that her whole body trembled. ”Disciple does not dare,” she said.

In a stern voice Miejue Shitai said, ”You really do not dare, or was that just sweet-talk to deceive your master?”

With tears in her eyes Zhou Zhiruo said, ”Disciple simply does not dare to disobey 'En shi's [benevolent master] instruction.”

Miejue Shitai said, ”Kneel on the floor. Make a heavy oath.”

Following her command, Zhou Zhiruo knelt down but she did not know what to say. Miejue Shitai said, ”Say it like this: 'Xiao Nuzi [lit. little/young woman – this is kind of hard to translate without losing the real meaning] Zhou Zhiruo make an oath against the Heaven: if in the future my heart adores Zhang Wuji, that evil Cult Leader of the Devil Cult, if I become husband and wife with him, let the bones of my departed parents bodies in the ground do not have peace; let my Shifu Miejue Shitai's departing soul becomes restless spirit, haunting me night and day for the rest of my life; and if I give birth to sons and daughters with him, let my sons become slaves and my daughters prostitutes.”

Zhou Zhiruo was shocked; her natural disposition was meek and gentle. She had never thought of making such a sinister oath; not only cursing her dead parents and cursing her benevolent master, but cursing the children who had not even born yet. She saw her master's eyes were staring fiercely at her face with a malicious gleam. Suddenly she felt dizzy; yet she did not have any choice but repeating what her master said, word for word.