Chapter 29: Zhang Jie: Doggy, You Are Too Dangerous!

A moment later, Wu Lie spoke: "Zhang Shaoxia,

tomorrow I will go down the cliff with you to search for Young Hero Wuji's remains."

"Uncle Wu!"

Zhu Jiuzhen, not knowing what Wu Lie was planning, stomped her feet in frustration.

"Jiuzhen, don't be unruly!"

Wu Lie gave Zhu Jiuzhen a stern look.

"Yes, Uncle Wu."

Zhu Jiuzhen fell silent instantly. In the three years since her father Zhu Zhangling's death,

Wu Lie's word had become increasingly absolute in Zhu Wu Twin-Ring Manor.

Zhang Jie seemed not to have heard the argument between the two, still staring blankly at the cliff.

"Zhang Shaoxia, don't be too sad; Wuji wouldn't want you to be this sad in Heaven."

Wu Lie slowly paced to Zhang Jie's side and comforted him.

However, he had somehow moved behind Zhang Jie!

"Go to hell!"

Suddenly, Wu Lie's expression turned ferocious,

and he channeled his family's secret technique, the "Orchid-Flicking Acupoint-Striking Hand," aiming directly for Zhang Jie's vital point on his spine!

"I told you not to go, but you insisted! Since that's the case, let's go down together!"

Wu Lie's expression was as ferocious as a demon crawling out of hell.

Deep in his heart, he hated Zhang Jie's inexplicable persistence and brotherly loyalty.

A dead man was just a dead man.

A dead man who brought no value at all!

Hadn't his sworn brother Zhu Zhangling also fallen off the cliff and left no remains?

It had been three years, three whole years, and he had never gone down the cliff to look.

Rather than waiting for Zhang Jie to go down and find Zhang Wuji's remains, living in fear every day,

it was better to strike first while he was completely off guard!

As for Wudang's revenge?

Wudang people were human too, and as long as they were human, they would die if killed!

Wudang's Third Hero Yu Daiyan had been crippled for over a decade; hadn't Wudang failed to find the culprit?

At worst, he would just defect to the Great Yuan court.

No matter how strong Zhang Sanfeng is, or how he is the world's number one for sixty years, would he really dare to charge into a military formation?

How heroic and peerless was the great hero Guo Jing, once one of the Five Greats?

Was he not still piled to death by the iron cavalry of the Great Yuan imperial court under the walls of Xiangyang City?

Seeing Wu Lie's movements, Zhu Jiuzhen was also startled.

However, her heart, which was already vicious by nature, was instantly filled with delight.

So what if Wudang is a great sect of the world?

Soon, there would be a second Wudang disciple losing their life at their Zhu-Wu Manor.

Just as a victorious smile appeared on Wu Lie's face,

Zhang Jie, whom he had ambushed from behind, vanished in an instant.

"Is this how Manor Master Wu treats his guests?"

Zhang Jie, appearing several meters away, teased with a smile on his face.

Having long been on guard against Wu Lie, he had seen through Wu Lie's sneak attack as clearly as Xiahou Dun seeing through a perspective—at a single glance.

"You were on guard early on!"

Wu Lie, his sneak attack having failed, had a face so gloomy it seemed as if water could drip from it.

No matter how much of an outstanding talent Zhang Jie was among the third-generation disciples of Wudang, he was, after all, of the younger generation;

it was impossible for him to have dodged his sneak attack while completely off guard.

The only explanation was that Zhang Jie had been on guard against them from the very beginning!

"I suppose so."

Zhang Jie nodded.

"Where did you see the flaw?"

Wu Lie asked, puzzled.

He considered his expression management and the reasons he had found to be quite perfect.

Zhang Jie should have had no reason to be on guard against him all along without having found a flaw.

"I saw it from Manor Master Zhu Changling, who has never appeared."

Zhang Jie casually fabricated a reason.

"You actually saw a flaw from someone who has never even appeared?"

Wu Lie's brows were tightly locked, astonished at the sharpness of Zhang Jie's intuition.

"Since the Zhu-Wu Manor is called the Zhu-Wu Manor,

then Manor Master Zhu Changling and you, Manor Master Wu, should be on equal footing.

Yet, from the time I arrived at the Zhu-Wu Manor until just now, neither you, Manor Master Wu, nor Miss Jiuzhen have said a single word about Manor Master Zhu.

You haven't said what Manor Master Zhu is doing now, nor have you told me when Manor Master Zhu will see me,

and you haven't even given Manor Master Zhu's whereabouts.

The only explanation is that you are subconsciously avoiding topics related to Manor Master Zhu.

And among those who come and go at the Zhu-Wu Manor, who could make you so wary and secretive?

The answer is my junior brother, Zhang Wuji!

Only Zhang Wuji, who has my Wudang Mountain background and also holds the whereabouts of the Dragon-Slaying Saber, could make you so wary and secretive!

My junior brother Wuji's death must have something to do with your Zhu-Wu Manor, right?

That Manor Master Zhu, I fear, has already been buried with my junior brother Wuji!"

Zhang Jie spoke eloquently and unhurriedly.

Of course, this was almost like him drawing a target around an arrow.

But this terrified Zhu Jiuzhen and Wu Lie.

They never imagined there could be someone in this world with wisdom so close to a demon's.

I fear even that Chancellor Zhuge of the Three Kingdoms, who single-handedly held up the sky of Shu Han and stood in a tripartite balance with Cao Wei

and Eastern Wu, was no more than this, right?

"Damn it, it seems I cannot let you live!"

Wu Lie said, full of wariness.

With Zhang Jie's wisdom, even if they fled now, I fear they would not escape being hunted down.

The only plan now is to fight to the death; only then is there a glimmer of survival!

"General, attack!"

Knowing that things could not end well today, Zhu Jiuzhen pointed at Zhang Jie and gave the order to the large dog she always kept by her side.

"Woof, woof!"

The large dog, whose size was no less than a small calf and which I fear could confront a tiger or leopard for a while,

opened its large mouth with fangs like small daggers and came tearing madly toward Zhang Jie.

"Damn! Is this dog a mad dog?"

Zhang Jie sized up the crazy dog, his eyes filled with wariness.

It wasn't that he was wary of this dog's combat power; it was just a dog.

What he was wary of was the rabies virus this dog was highly likely to carry!

One must know that rabies is an incurable terminal illness even in the 21st century!

"Doggie, you are too dangerous!"

Zhang Jie let out the exclamation Hashirama made toward the Nine-Tails.

Doggie: "???"

"Wudang Cotton Palm!"

Zhang Jie's figure flashed several zhang, arriving at the side of the charging dog.

He extended his right hand and, as if petting a dog, gave the dog's head a light stroke.

"Awoo!"

The dog let out a mournful cry and then collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.

Dots of suspicious red and white mixed liquid flowed from the dog's ears, mouth, and nose.

Just a moment ago, Zhang Jie channeled the yin-soft force within the Wudang Cotton Palm, shaking the dog's brain into actual brain matter.

"What powerful light-body technique!"

Wu Lie, unable to react in time, felt his pupils contract sharply.

Although much had happened just now, it had actually occurred in the blink of an eye.

But he was now like an arrow on a bowstring; he had to fire.

Wu Lie forcefully raised his internal energy to the twelfth level, his sturdy body crushing toward Zhang Jie like a bear.

However, Zhang Jie, who occupied the advantage in light-body technique, naturally would not go head-to-head with Wu Lie.

He stepped on the Wudang Cloud-Ascending Ladder, his body like a flying bird, twisting and shifting around Wu Lie,

easily and gracefully neutralizing Wu Lie's attacks one by one.

"Ahhh!"

Wu Lie, unable to win after a long attack, roared toward the sky.

"Junior, can you only hide?

If you're a real man, go head-to-head with me!"

Wu Lie sized up Zhang Jie's face, which was barely that of a young man, thinking that this junior was highly likely

to have not left Wudang Mountain many times and lacked Jianghu experience, so he used a provocation tactic.

"Haha!

Manor Master Wu, whether I am a real man is not for you to decide."

Zhang Jie laughed, unconcerned by Wu Lie's provocation.

As he spoke, he even took the time to glance at Zhu Jiuzhen, who could not join the fight and could only watch.

Whether he was a man or not would have to be verified by a beautiful woman like Zhu Jiuzhen!

He was not like some scholars who maintained a relationship beyond friendship with their bookboys.

"Soft-as-Silk Sword Art!"

Zhang Jie drew his long sword and injected his thick internal energy into it; the hundred-refined steel instantly turned as soft as silk,

bending the blade to discharge Wu Lie's rigid and fierce force and converting his offensive into his own use.

After the sword body softened, the moves connected without gaps, forming an airtight defensive system,

neutralizing all of Wu Lie's moves without a trace of smoke or fire.

Seeing Zhang Jie's light-body technique and sword art were so powerful, Wu Lie, knowing that if he achieved nothing he would sooner or later be exhausted to death, decided to take a risky gamble.

"Orchid-Flicking Acupoint Hand!"

Wu Lie poured all his internal energy into his thumb, index finger, and middle finger,

intending to catch the blade with his bare hands and snatch away Zhang Jie's long sword.