Chapter 87: Defeating Abbess Miejue

Knowing that the secret is hard to cover up, but still wanting to struggle, Abbess Miejue argues:

"What Buhui? I don't know at all.

Poor Xiaofu, my beloved disciple, passed away due to illness many years ago.

The reason Mount Emei hasn't notified Wudang is just because I was afraid Sixth Hero Yin would be sad."

"Hehe."

Zhang Jie sneers, bringing out his good junior brother Zhang Wuji again:

"The Abbess probably doesn't know who escorted Yang Buhui to Kunlun to find her father, Yang Xiao?

This escort is none other than the orphan of Wudang's Fifth Hero Zhang Cuishan, Zhang Wuji!"

Abbess Miejue, hearing this, is instantly speechless.

Zhang Jie not only has the ins and outs of the matter, but also found the key witness, making it hard for her to refute.

"A junior slandering my Mount Emei, this seat will certainly not spare you!"

Abbess Miejue, out of shame and anger, decides to take down Zhang Jie first.

She will get the 'Nine Yin Manual' first; Wudang cannot completely turn against her Mount Emei over this matter.

At worst, she will just have no contact with Wudang from now on!

Abbess Miejue, having made up her mind, circulates the Mount Emei Nine Yang Art and pounces fiercely toward Zhang Jie.

However, she doesn't use the Heaven-Dependent Sword; for one thing, attacking Zhang Jie is already bullying the young with the old,

and using a divine weapon like the Heaven-Dependent Sword would likely be ridiculed by the world.

Secondly, the main reason is that Zhang Jie has the Dragon-Slaying Saber, another divine weapon on par with the Heaven-Dependent Sword.

And she doesn't believe that Zhang Jie, who knows the secret hidden by the Heaven-Dependent Sword and the Dragon-Slaying Saber,

wouldn't know the news that the Heaven-Dependent Sword and the Dragon-Slaying Saber will trigger a mechanism when they collide.

Using the Heaven-Dependent Sword now would be no different from handing the manuals to Zhang Jie on a silver platter.

"Master!"

Seeing this scene, Zhou Zhiruo's face turns pale, and she lets out a sorrowful cry.

"Haha! We have to fight after all!" Zhang Jie laughs.

He had long found Abbess Miejue displeasing; if not for Zhou Zhiruo,

he would have already shown this old nun, who only knows how to bully her own, a lesson.

"Junior, surrender!"

Abbess Miejue strikes a palm toward Zhang Jie.

For a moment, the thick palm force envelops Zhang Jie's entire body, actually making him have an illusion that it was impossible to block.

'This is probably the Buddha's Light Illuminating, which no one in the Mount Emei Sect has practiced except Abbess Miejue!'

Zhang Jie's thoughts are like lightning, and he instantly recognizes the origin of this palm.

In the original Battle of Bright Peak, Abbess Miejue used this move to hit Zhang Wuji, making him vomit blood.

'The old nun miscalculated this move.' Zhang Jie sneers in his heart.

Mount Emei Nine Yang Art, Shaolin Nine Yang Art, Wudang Nine Yang Art,

the four internal arts of the Nine Yang Divine Art have different strengths, but their essence is the same.

When the Mount Emei Nine Yang Art encounters the Nine Yang Divine Art, it is like a river entering the sea,

and like water and milk blending, instantly vanishing without a trace.

And he, Zhang Jie, though unworthy, has already practiced the Nine Yang Divine Art to Great Completion!

'However, am I the type to take a beating without fighting back?'

"Wudang Cotton Palm!"

Zhang Jie circulates the Nine Yang True Qi, letting them run along the path of the Wudang Cotton Palm.

For a moment, his right hand is enveloped by visible Qi energy.

Boom!

The two palms meet, making the sound of a fire-thunder explosion.

Sizzle, sizzle!

The overflowing Qi energy ravages dozens of meters around, like a small tornado, whipping up countless withered branches and fallen leaves.

The next instant, the leaves are shredded by the razor-like aftermath.

"Not good!"

Zhou Zhiruo, whose skill is far inferior to Zhang Jie and Abbess Miejue, retreats more than ten meters, not daring to stay in the core circle of the battle.

Boom, boom!

In an instant, Zhang Jie and Abbess Miejue have exchanged three palms.

'This junior has such deep skill!'

Abbess Miejue, who hasn't achieved the slightest success in three palms, is terrified in her heart.

"Haha, I wonder how much force the Abbess used just now?

I am going to use one more point of force; I hope the Abbess won't let me down!"

Zhang Jie, with his long black hair dancing wildly, laughs maniacally.

"Junior, stop bluffing!

If your skill is insufficient, just say it, otherwise, if you get hurt, I won't care!"

Abbess Miejue, thinking Zhang Jie is using psychological tactics, retorts.

"Abbess, take this move!"

Zhang Jie shouts, his right hand raised high, striking a palm toward Abbess Miejue.

"True Qi taking form?"

Looking at the palm print visible to the naked eye on Zhang Jie's palm that envelops his hand, Abbess Miejue finds it hard to believe.

"Buddha's Light Illuminating!"

Abbess Miejue, knowing she can no longer hesitate, fully circulates the Mount Emei Nine Yang Art,

gritting her teeth and persisting even though her extraordinary meridians and limbs feel an unbearable swelling pain.

Boom!

A sound like a great bell rings out.

Transparent sound waves visible to the naked eye sweep across dozens of meters.

The surrounding trees are instantly like a fierce wind sweeping through, branches broken and leaves torn.

Zhou Zhiruo, who is watching the battle, has to retreat another ten meters.

'Damn it, this junior wasn't lying; he still has strength in reserve!'

Abbess Miejue's eyes are about to split.

The moment the two palms meet, a palm force several points stronger than before comes from Zhang Jie's palm,

and her Buddha's Light Illuminating is defeated like dry wood being snapped!

Thump, thump, thump!

Abbess Miejue has to retreat several steps to dissipate the force, leaving footprints several inches deep with every step.

In the first few footprints, the texture of her shoes is clearly visible.

By the last few steps, Abbess Miejue's skill can no longer protect her shoes,

and with a rip, the two thousand-layer-soled shoes fall apart, turning into debris all over the ground.

"Hmph!"

Abbess Miejue, who finally stops, lets out a muffled groan, and a mouthful of blood surges to her throat.

With both skill and physical strength greatly damaged, she actually feels a bit unsteady!

"Master, are you okay?"

Seeing Abbess Miejue in such a sorry state, Zhou Zhiruo, worried, hurriedly supports her.

"Gulp."

Abbess Miejue, unwilling to show weakness in front of Zhang Jie, forcibly swallows the blood and manages to speak:

"I am fine, don't make a fuss."

"Brother Zhang Jie, why did you strike so hard?"

Zhou Zhiruo, seeing Abbess Miejue's situation is not good, gives Zhang Jie a resentful look.

"Sorry, sorry, I got carried away and didn't control my strength well."

Zhang Jie awkwardly rubs his nose.

He hasn't fought much with first-class experts; the only one was the Golden-Haired Lion King Xie Xun.

But Xie Xun is blind, and he didn't have the heart to bully him.

Today, seeing Abbess Miejue, he was a bit eager to try his skills and unconsciously increased his strength a little.

And he didn't expect the dignified Abbess Miejue to be so fragile!

He only used four points of force.

If he had used his full strength, Zhou Zhiruo would only be able to collect Abbess Miejue's corpse.

And it wouldn't be the kind with blue and purple bruises, but this piece and that piece...

"Pfft!"

Hearing Zhang Jie's statement, Abbess Miejue can no longer hold back, and a mouthful of blood sprays out, soaking her clothes.

"Brother Zhang Jie, you!"

Zhou Zhiruo glares at Zhang Jie and lets out a coquettish cry.

"Master, I will heal you."

Zhou Zhiruo helps Abbess Miejue sit down, intending to heal her.

"Zhiruo, I know my injuries; you don't need to help me heal."

Abbess Miejue, pale and weak, refuses.

With Zhou Zhiruo's skill, the effect of healing her is not great.

"That, let me do it."

Zhang Jie, knowing he caused trouble, awkwardly rubs his hands.

Who told him to be the one who caused this mess?

Zhou Zhiruo, knowing Zhang Jie's skill far exceeds hers, stands up and gives her seat to Zhang Jie.

Abbess Miejue can only acquiesce to this.

"Abbess, I offended you just now."

Zhang Jie apologizes, sitting cross-legged behind Abbess Miejue,

his palms several inches away from her back, starting to heal her.

Well, the setting where one needs to take off clothes, be in close contact, or even be at negative distance to heal,

does not hold true in front of Zhang Jie, whose skill can already leave his body.

For someone to let him heal them in close contact, it would have to be a delicate little lady like Zhou Zhiruo.

Zhang Jie indicates that not only do beauties saved by heroes decide how to repay the hero based on the hero's looks,

if the hero is handsome and satisfying, "the little woman has nothing to repay, only wishes to offer her body."

If the hero is plain-looking or even ugly, "the little woman has nothing to repay, wishes to be a cow or horse in the next life to repay the benefactor."

Heroes who save beauties also decide whether to save them and how to save them based on the beauty's looks.

Otherwise, why is it a hero saving a beauty, and not a hero saving an ugly person...

All love at first sight is being moved by looks; if you aren't handsome (or beautiful), who can see your inner self.

And men have no principles at all; they just look at whether you are pretty or not.

"Actually... before meeting her, I always felt love at first sight was ridiculous,

just being moved by looks when seeing someone good-looking."

"Then what about you?"

"I am being moved by looks after careful consideration."

———— "There is a Fierce Tiger in the Heart Sniffing the Rose"

Zhang Jie: I've laid my cards on the table, I'm just a dog for looks~ ===== CHAPTER 88 =====