Chapter 87: Defeat Abbess Mei Jue

Knowing the secret was hard to conceal but still struggling to deny it, Abbess Mei Jue pleaded:

“What ‘Bu Hui’? I know nothing of her.”

“My beloved disciple Xiao Fu passed away from illness many years ago.”

“The reason I haven’t informed Wudang is merely to spare Yin Liuxia from grief.”

“Heh.”

Zhang Jie sneered, bringing up his good junior brother Zhang Wuji again:

“Abbess, you surely don’t know who escorted Bu Hui to Kunlun to find her father Yang Xiao?”

“That escort was none other than Zhang Wuji—the orphan of Wudang’s Fifth Elder, Zhang Cuishan!”

Upon hearing this, Abbess Mei Jue was left speechless.

Zhang Jie not only knew the full story but had found the key witness—leaving her no room to refute him.

“You whelp slander my Emei Sect—I will not spare you!”

Enraged and humiliated, Abbess Mei Jue decided to seize Zhang Jie first.

Get the Nine Yin True Scripture first; Wudang can’t fully break ties with Emei over this.

Worst case, we simply cut all ties with Wudang from now on!

With resolve settled, Abbess Mei Jue activated Emei Nine Yang Gong and lunged at Zhang Jie with ferocious speed.

Yet she did not draw the Heaven-Defying Sword—first, attacking Zhang Jie was already bullying the young,

and using a divine weapon like the Heaven-Defying Sword would invite universal ridicule.

Second, and more importantly, Zhang Jie held the Dragon-Slaying Blade—the other divine weapon equal to the Heaven-Defying Sword.

Moreover, she did not believe Zhang Jie, who knew the secret hidden within both the Heaven-Defying Sword and the Dragon-Slaying Blade,

was unaware that their collision would trigger the mechanism.

Using the Heaven-Defying Sword now would be no different from handing the scripture directly to Zhang Jie.

“Master!”

Seeing this, Zhou Zhiruo turned pale with horror and cried out in anguish.

“Hah! So it finally comes to this!” Zhang Jie laughed loudly.

He had long despised Abbess Mei Jue; had it not been for Zhou Zhiruo,

he would have already taught this hypocritical old nun a lesson.

“Whelp, surrender!”

Abbess Mei Jue struck out with a palm toward Zhang Jie.

In an instant, her thick palm energy enveloped Zhang Jie’s entire body, making him feel a fleeting sense of helplessness.

‘This must be the Buddha’s Radiance—the very technique no one in Emei, save Abbess Mei Jue, has ever mastered!’

Zhang Jie’s thoughts flashed like lightning—he instantly recognized the palm’s origin.

In the original battle at Bright Peak, Abbess Mei Jue had used this very move against Zhang Wuji, leaving him spitting blood.

‘The old nun miscalculated.’ Zhang Jie sneered inwardly.

Emei Nine Yang Gong, Shaolin Nine Yang Gong, Wudang Nine Yang Gong,

the four Nine Yang martial arts vary in power but share the same essence;

when Emei Nine Yang Gong meets the Nine Yang Divine Art, it is like rivers flowing into the sea,

or milk blending with water—vanishing instantly.

And Zhang Jie, humble as he is, has already brought the Nine Yang Divine Art to perfection!

‘But am I the kind to stand and take a beating?’

“Wudang Cotton Palm!”

Zhang Jie channeled his Nine Yang true qi along the Wudang Cotton Palm’s meridian pathways.

Instantly, his right hand was wrapped in visible qi energy.

BOOM!

The two palms collided with the sound of an explosion.

TZZZ!

The overflowed qi surged across dozens of meters, like a miniature tornado, whipping up dead leaves and broken branches.

The next instant, the leaves were shredded by razor-sharp residual waves.

“Bad!”

Zhou Zhiruo, whose cultivation was far inferior to Zhang Jie’s and Abbess Mei Jue’s, retreated over ten meters, refusing to stay within the core of battle.

BOOM! BOOM!

In an instant, Zhang Jie and Abbess Mei Jue had exchanged three palms.

‘This whelp has astonishingly deep cultivation!’

Abbess Mei Jue trembled inside—none of the three palms had gained even the slightest advantage.

“Hah! Abbess, how much force did you use just now?

I’m going to add one more percent—don’t let me down!”

Zhang Jie laughed wildly, his black hair whipping wildly in the wind.

“Whelp, don’t bluff!

If your strength is lacking, admit it now—otherwise, if you hurt yourself, don’t blame me!”

Believing Zhang Jie was using psychological warfare, Abbess Mei Jue retorted sharply.

“Abbess, take this!”

Zhang Jie shouted, raised his right hand high, and struck down at Abbess Mei Jue.

“Qi takes form?”

Seeing the visible palm imprint encasing Zhang Jie’s hand, Abbess Mei Jue could hardly believe her eyes.

“Buddha’s Radiance!”

Knowing she could no longer hesitate, Abbess Mei Jue unleashed all her strength in Emei Nine Yang Gong,

gritting her teeth despite the unbearable swelling and pain coursing through her eight extraordinary meridians and all her limbs.

BOOM!

A sound like a great temple bell rang out.

Visible, transparent shockwaves swept across dozens of meters.

The surrounding trees bent and shattered as if struck by a hurricane—branches snapped, leaves tore.

Zhou Zhiruo, watching from afar, had to retreat another ten meters.

‘Damn it—he’s not lying! He still has more to give!’

Abbess Mei Jue’s eyes bulged with rage.

In the instant their palms met, a force stronger by several degrees surged from Zhang Jie’s palm,

shattering her Buddha’s Radiance like dry grass before a storm!

STUMBLE—STUMBLE—STUMBLE!

Abbess Mei Jue was forced to retreat several steps to dissipate the force; each step left a footprint sunk several inches deep.

The first few footprints clearly showed the sole’s tread pattern.

By the final steps, her qi could no longer protect her shoes—

CRACK! Her thousand-layer soles split apart, scattering into fragments across the ground.

“Hmph!”

Abbess Mei Jue, barely stopping, let out a muffled groan as a surge of reversed blood rose to her throat.

With her cultivation and stamina severely depleted, she felt unsteady on her feet!

“Master, are you alright?”

Seeing Abbess Mei Jue in such a dire state, Zhou Zhiruo rushed to support her.

“Gurgle.”

Refusing to show weakness before Zhang Jie, Abbess Mei Jue forcibly swallowed the blood and Mianqiang said:

“I’m fine. Don’t make such a fuss.”

“Zhang Jie brother, why did you strike so hard?”

Seeing Abbess Mei Jue’s condition, Zhou Zhiruo gave Zhang Jie a resentful, wounded glance.

“Sorry, sorry—I got carried away and lost control of my force.”

Zhang Jie awkwardly scratched his nose.

He had rarely fought a top-tier expert; the only one he’d faced was Xie Xun, the Golden-Haired Lion King.

But Xie Xun was blind, and Zhang Jie hadn’t had the heart to take advantage of him.

Today, seeing Abbess Mei Jue, he’d felt a thrill of excitement and unconsciously added a bit more force.

And he never imagined the mighty Abbess Mei Jue was this fragile!

He’d only used four-tenths of his strength.

If he’d gone all out, Zhou Zhiruo would be picking up Abbess Mei Jue’s corpse.

Not just bruised and blackened—but in pieces…

“Pfft!”

Hearing Zhang Jie’s words, Abbess Zhendie could no longer hold back and spat a mouthful of reversed blood, soaking her robes.

“Brother Zhang Jie, you!”

Zhou Zhiruo shot Zhang Jie a glare and pouted.

“Master, let me heal your injuries.”

Zhou Zhiruo helped Abbess Zhendie sit down and prepared to heal her.

“Zhiruo, I know the state of my injuries—no need for you to heal me.”

Abbess Zhendie, pale and weak, refused.

With Zhou Zhiruo’s level of cultivation, her healing would have little effect.

“Well… let me do it.”

Zhang Jie, aware he had caused trouble, awkwardly rubbed his hands.

After all, this mess was his own doing.

Realizing Zhang Jie’s cultivation far surpassed hers, Zhou Zhiruo rose and yielded her place to him.

Abbess Zhendie could only silently accept it.

“Abbess, I apologize for my earlier rudeness.”

Zhang Jie bowed in apology, sat cross-legged behind Abbess Zhendie,

placed his palms a few inches from her back, and began to heal her.

The notion that healing required removing clothing, skin-to-skin contact, or even intimate proximity—

did not apply to Zhang Jie, whose cultivation had long allowed Qi to leave the body.

Only someone as delicate as Zhou Zhiruo would ever be asked to heal him in such a way.

Zhang Jie maintained that when a hero saves a beauty, the beauty’s repayment depends on the hero’s looks.

If the hero is handsome, the beauty says, “I have no way to repay you—let me give myself to you.”

If the hero is unattractive, even ugly, the beauty says, “I have no way to repay you—I’ll serve you as ox or horse in my next life.”

Even heroes decide whether to save a beauty—and how to save her—based on her looks.

Otherwise, why is it always “hero saves beauty,” never “hero saves ugly”?

All love at first sight is lust at first sight—if you’re not handsome (or beautiful), who could possibly see your inner worth?

Men have no principles at all—they only care whether you’re pretty.

“Actually… before I met her, I always thought love at first sight was ridiculous—

just lust triggered by a pretty face.”

“What about you?”

“I’m lust at first sight—after careful consideration.”

————《Heart Has a Tiger, Squeezing the Rose》

Zhang Jie: I’m done hiding—I’m just a looks addict~