Chapter - 383 Both Sabre And Sword Became Missing And the Person Turned Fugitive (1) (2/2)

”What about Miss Zhao?” Xie Xun asked in alarm.

”I did not see her,” Zhang Wuji grimly said. Taking a deep breath, he tried to circulate his internal energy, but felt that his limbs were devoid of any strength; he could not transmit his energy at all. ”Yifu,” he blurted out, ”We are poisoned by the 'shi xiang ruan jin san' [ten fragrance muscle softener powder].”

Xie Xun had heard Zhang Wuji's narration on how the masters of the Six Major Sects were poisoned by Zhao Min with 'shi xiang ruan jin san' and how they were held captive in the Wan An Temple. He stood up and felt as if he was floating; as his legs were devoid of any strength. Calming himself down, he asked, ”Did she take away the Tulong Saber and the Yitian Sword as well?”

Zhang Wuji looked around and sure enough, he did not see either the Saber or the Sword. He was so enraged that he almost cried. Never would he imagine that Zhao Min was capable of doing this, taking advantage when he was in grave danger and employed such a sinister plot when he was down.

He was lost in thought for a moment. Then he remembered Yin Li and hastily went back to where Yin and Zhou, two women were sleeping. He pushed Zhou Zhiruo aside, but she was still fast asleep. He thought, ”My internal energy is the deepest, hence I was the first to wake up. Yifu was next. Miss Zhou's internal energy is far below ours. It looks like she won't wake up for a while yet.” Immediately he ripped a piece of his clothes to wipe the blood from Yin Li's oval face. He saw seven horizontal and eight vertical thin cuts crisscrossing her cheeks. Apparently, she was cut by the Yitian Sword.

Yin Li had lost a lot of blood after being injured by Zi Shan Long Wang Jin Hua Popo. As a result, the poison of the thousand spiders accumulated in her blood was also dispersed along with her blood, causing the swelling on her face to subside considerably. Hence, for these last several days, her face had slightly returned to its former look; the pretty look Yin Li had when she was younger. But right now, with these dozen of cuts, her face looked severely fearsome.

Zhang Wuji was both grieved and angry. Gnashing his teeth he said, ”Zhao Min, oh, Zhao Min, if you fall into my hand and I spare you, then Zhang Wuji has lived in vain.” Calming himself down he went to the hillside to gather some medicinal herbs to stop the bleeding. He chewed the herbs and applied it on Yin Li's face, also on Zhou Zhiruo's scalp and ear.

Zhou Zhiruo yawned and opened her eyes. Suddenly she saw Zhang Wuji was reaching out and groping her head. Her face turned red from shyness. Reaching up to shove his arm away, she angrily said, ”You … what are you …” Before finished speaking, she had felt the pain on her ear. Immediately she touched her ear and cried out, ”Ah!” and jumped to stand up. ”What …?” she said, but suddenly she felt her knees weaken and she fell into Zhang Wuji's bosom.

Zhang Wuji reached out to support her. ”Miss Zhou,” he comfortingly said, ”Don't be afraid.”

Seeing Yin Li's terrifying face, Zhou Zhiruo hastily lifted up her hand to touch her own face and asked in fear, ”I … Am I also …?”

”No!” Zhang Wuji said, ”You only suffer some minor wounds.”

”Did those evil Persians do this? I … How didn't I feel anything?” Zhou Zhiruo asked.