Chapter 122: Saving Yin Yin Susu

"Young friend, you are too modest. In this vast Wu Lin, you already have a place of your own!"

Zhang Zhang Sanfeng smiled and shook his head. Lin Fan’s Wu Gong was indeed very strong; on this Mount Mount Wudang, there was no one left who could rival him.

"True Person Zhang, is it really appropriate for an outsider to interfere in the affairs of the Six Great Sects? Besides, we have only come to learn the whereabouts of the Golden-Haired Lion King; why must we make everyone so unhappy?"

At this moment, Abbess Miejue dared not be stubborn anymore, for Lin Fan was too strong. Facing Lin Fan’s dragon form, even her Heaven-Reliant Sword was of no use.

"I can understand that you want to find the whereabouts of Xiao Xie Xun, but why must you seek out my fifth disciple and his wife? They have been away from the Central Plains for many years and have only just returned!"

Zhang Zhang Sanfeng stared at Abbess Miejue and spoke.

"Back then, they disappeared together with the Golden-Haired Lion King Xiao Xie Xun, so naturally, I must question them. Zhang Zhang Cuishan, if you are a man, come out and confront me! Do not disgrace your master, True Person Zhang!"

Abbess Miejue shouted loudly at the people of Mount Wudang.

"Zhang Zhang Cuishan is here. I know what you want to find out, but Xiao Xie Xun is my sworn brother. I will absolutely not betray him, and I will absolutely not tell you his whereabouts. You had better give up on that idea!"

"Self-debased, to actually call a murderous demon like the Golden-Haired Lion King Xiao Xie Xun your brother—True Person Zhang, what do you have to say about this?"

Seeing that Zhang Zhang Cuishan was stubborn, Abbess Miejue could only use words to corner Zhang Zhang Sanfeng, forcing him not to intervene.

"I, Zhang Zhang Cuishan, take responsibility for my own actions. Why should I need my master to stand up for me!"

Zhang Zhang Cuishan walked slowly in front of the major sects and spoke.

"Zhang Cuishan, has your master ever feared anyone in his hundred years of traversing the Wu Lin? You need not worry for your master!"

Seeing that Zhang Zhang Cuishan intended to face the heroes alone, Zhang Zhang Sanfeng could not help but try to persuade him otherwise.

"Master, they have come for this disciple; let this disciple resolve it himself!"

Zhang Zhang Cuishan was very insistent; he did not want his master to start a massacre on his hundredth birthday.

"Fine, I trust you. But you need not fear; I am here for everything!"

"Everyone, you have all come together today to force the location of my sworn brother out of me, purely to seize the Heaven-Reliant Dragon-Slaying Saber in his possession, to become the supreme leader of the Wu Lin and command the heroes. I, Zhang Zhang Cuishan, will never betray my friend, but I also do not wish for my master to start a massacre at his advanced age of one hundred. Therefore, today, I, Zhang Zhang Cuishan, will give you all an answer!"

After speaking, Zhang Zhang Cuishan looked back at Yin Yin Susu. His eyes held resentment, blame, love, and apology. He then looked up and laughed loudly, causing the major sects to think he had gone mad and was about to attack, so they all raised their weapons in defense.

Only Yin Yin Susu understood the look in Zhang Zhang Cuishan’s eyes. He was blaming himself for injuring his third senior brother, Yu Yu Daiyan, causing him to be paralyzed for many years, leaving him unable to face his fellow disciples. Now, with the major sects forcing him to reveal his sworn brother’s location, he had no other choice but to die.

After his long laugh, Zhang Zhang Cuishan severed his own heart meridian. The blood vessels in his chest burst, fresh blood gushed out, and he fell backward.

The people of Mount Wudang and Zhang Zhang Sanfeng rushed over immediately. Only Yin Yin Susu walked over step by step, slowly. Lin Fan watched from the side, naturally knowing that she also harbored a desire for death, but felt there were things left undone, which was why she had not committed suicide immediately.

"Why did you sever your heart meridian, Zhang Cuishan!"

Even at his hundred years of age, Zhang Zhang Sanfeng’s eyes were filled with tears. After all, the Seven Heroes of Mount Wudang were his disciples and like his own children.

"Father, Mother, save me!"

Suddenly, a voice came from outside the main hall, causing even the expressionless Yin Yin Susu to change color drastically.

"Zhang Wuji!"

Zhang Zhang Sanfeng was incomparably furious. His disciple had just died, and someone had secretly snatched away his disciple’s only son; this was simply too bullying.

His figure instantly vanished from the hall. At the same time, Lin Fan, who was executing the Thunder-Startling Azure Dragon, also disappeared.

The two arrived outside the hall almost simultaneously. Zhang Zhang Sanfeng looked at Lin Fan in astonishment, but he had no time to say anything. Upon discovering that Zhang Zhang Wuji was being held hostage on the high platform, he flew up and headed toward the person holding Zhang Zhang Wuji.

Lin Fan naturally knew who that person was—none other than the two elders of Xuanming, disciples of the Hundred-Damage Daoist. Originally, Lin Fan did not know if it was Lu Lu Zhangke or He He Biweng.

However, looking at that lecherous face, it had to be Lu Lu Zhangke.

Lu Lu Zhangke exchanged a palm strike with Zhang Zhang Sanfeng and was sent spitting blood. Realizing he was far from being Zhang Zhang Sanfeng’s match, he struck Zhang Zhang Wuji’s back with a palm and took the opportunity to escape while Zhang Zhang Sanfeng was busy saving the boy.

Zhang Zhang Sanfeng realized something was wrong and could not spare the time to chase Lu Lu Zhangke. Instead, he pulled open Zhang Zhang Wuji’s clothes and, as expected, found a dark blue palm print on his back.

"Xuanming Divine Palm?"

"Zhang Wuji, are you alright?"

At this moment, Yin Yin Susu and the others also rushed out. Yin Yin Susu hurried over to check on Zhang Zhang Wuji, only to discover the dark blue handprint on his back.

"True Person Zhang, is Zhang Wuji alright?"

Yin Yin Susu asked anxiously.

"Zhang Zhang Wuji has been struck by the Xuanming Divine Palm. This is an incomparably poisonous palm technique created by the Hundred-Damage Daoist, later passed down to the two elders of Xuanming, He He Biweng and Lu Lu Zhangke. The victim will have a dark blue five-finger palm print on their body, and cold poison will enter their system. When it flares up, the pain is unbearable, and survival is a one-in-ten chance."

Seeing that Zhang Zhang Sanfeng was too preoccupied with healing Zhang Zhang Wuji to pay attention to anything else, Lin Fan explained it to Yin Yin Susu.

"Can even a land immortal like True Person Zhang not force out the cold poison?"

Yin Yin Susu was extremely panicked upon hearing this. At this moment, she had forgotten what was recorded in Lin Fan’s diary about Zhang Zhang Wuji’s future.

"If True Person Zhang himself had been struck by the Xuanming Divine Palm, he could naturally force out the cold poison with ease. However, for the victim of the Xuanming Divine Palm, the cold poison penetrates deep into the marrow; only by forcing it out oneself is it optimal. Zhang Zhang Wuji is barely at the third-rate realm and clearly cannot force it out, and if True Person Zhang forces it out for him, it will only result in his meridians snapping and his death!"

Lin Fan explained to Yin Yin Susu. He wanted to be Zhang Zhang Wuji’s stepfather, so he had to dispel Yin Yin Susu’s desire for death. Now that Zhang Zhang Wuji was her only concern, she had to ensure she stayed alive for his sake.

"Young Master Lin, I know your Wu Gong is high; you must be able to treat Zhang Wuji. Please, I beg you to save him!"

Yin Yin Susu said to Lin Fan with sudden agitation, even preparing to kneel before him.

"Even a land immortal like True Person Zhang cannot save him; why would you think that I, a Grandmaster, could?"

Lin Fan’s tone was indifferent; he did not intend to save Zhang Zhang Wuji immediately. If he saved him now, Yin Yin Susu, having no more worries, would surely commit suicide. Wouldn’t that leave him with nothing?

Yin Yin Susu was not only beautiful but also possessed superior intelligence. Hearing this, she understood that Lin Fan could save him but did not want to.

After all, if Lin Fan could not save him, he would have simply said that he was unable to help. But since he asked why she thought he could, he was clearly holding out for a price.

Yin Yin Susu wondered what she could give him. The whereabouts of Xiao Xie Xun and the Dragon-Slaying Saber? But she knew Lin Fan did not care about those. Thus, what Lin Fan had his eyes on could only be her own beauty.