Chapter 193: Saving Yin Susu

"You are too modest, young friend. In this vast Jianghu, there is already a place for you!"

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

"Master 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, Miejue did not dare to be stubborn, 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 wish to find Xie Xun's whereabouts, 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 Sanfeng stared at Miejue and spoke.

"They disappeared together with the Golden-Haired Lion Wang Xiexun back then, so naturally I must question them. Zhang Cuishan, if you are a man, come out and confront me. Do not disgrace your master, Master Zhang!"

Miejue shouted loudly at the Wudang group.

"Zhang Cuishan is here. I know what you wish to learn, but Xie Xun is my sworn brother. I will absolutely not betray him, and I will never tell you his whereabouts. You had better give up on that idea!"

"Self-debased! To actually call a murderer like the Golden-Haired Lion Wang Xiexun your brother—Master Zhang, what do you have to say about this?"

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

"I, Zhang Cuishan, act for myself and bear the consequences myself. Why should I need my master to stand up for me!"

Zhang Cuishan walked slowly before the various sects and spoke.

"Cuishan, who has your master ever feared in his hundred years of traversing the Jianghu? You need not worry for your master!"

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

"Master, they have come for me. Let me resolve this myself!"

Zhang Cuishan was insistent; he did not wish for his master to begin a slaughter on his hundredth birthday.

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

"Everyone, you have all come together today to force the whereabouts of my sworn brother from me, all for the sake of seizing the Dragon-Slaying Saber in his hands to become the supreme leader of the Wu Lin and command the heroes. I, Zhang Cuishan, will never betray my friend, but I also do not wish for my master to begin a slaughter at his advanced age. Therefore, today, I, Zhang Cuishan, shall give you all an answer!"

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

Only Yin Susu understood Zhang Cuishan's gaze. He was blaming himself for injuring his Third Senior Brother, Yu Daiyan, causing him to be paralyzed for many years, leaving him unable to face his fellow disciples. Now, with the various sects pressing for his sworn brother's whereabouts, he had no other choice but to die.

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

The people of Wudang and Zhang Sanfeng rushed over immediately. Only Yin Susu walked over step by step, slowly. Lin Fan watched from the side, naturally knowing that she also harbored a desire for death, only refraining from immediate suicide because she felt there were things left undone.

"Why did you sever your heart meridians, Cuishan!"

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

"Father, Mother, save me!"

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

"Wuji!"

Zhang Sanfeng was incredibly furious. His disciple had just died, and now someone had secretly snatched away his disciple's only son. This was simply too bullying.

His figure vanished from the hall instantly. Simultaneously, Lin Fan, who had unleashed his Thunder-Startling Azure Dragon, also vanished.

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

Lin Fan naturally knew who that person was—none other than the two Xuanming Elders, disciples of Baishun Zhenren. Originally, Lin Fan did not know if it was Lu Zhangke or He Biweng.

However, looking at his lecherous appearance, it must be Lu Zhangke.

Lu Zhangke exchanged a palm strike with Zhang Sanfeng and was sent vomiting blood. Realizing he was far from being Zhang Sanfeng's match, he struck a palm onto Zhang Wuji's back and fled while Zhang Sanfeng was busy saving the boy.

Zhang Sanfeng realized something was wrong and, unable to pursue Lu Zhangke, opened Zhang Wuji's clothes. Sure enough, he found a dark blue palm print on Zhang Wuji's back.

"Xuanming Divine Palm?"

"Wuji, are you alright?"

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

"Master Zhang, is Wuji alright?"

Yin Susu asked anxiously.

"Zhang Wuji has been struck by the Xuanming Divine Palm. This is an incredibly poisonous palm technique created by the Daoist Baishun, later passed down to the Xuanming Elders, He Biweng and Lu Zhangke. The victim will develop a dark blue five-finger palm print, and the cold poison will enter the body. When it flares up, the pain is unbearable, and it is a life-or-death struggle."

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

"Even a Land Immortal like Master Zhang cannot force out the cold poison?"

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

"If Master Zhang himself had been struck by the Xuanming Divine Palm, he could naturally force out the cold poison with ease. However, for a victim of the Xuanming Divine Palm, the cold poison penetrates deep into the marrow; only forcing it out oneself is optimal. Zhang Wuji is barely at the Third-Rate realm and clearly cannot force it out, and if Master Zhang were to forcibly drive it out for him, it would only result in his meridians snapping and his death!"

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

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

Yin Susu suddenly said to Lin Fan excitedly, even preparing to kneel before him.

"Even a Land Immortal like Master 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 Wuji immediately. If he saved Zhang Wuji now, Yin Susu, having no more worries, would surely commit suicide. Wouldn't that leave him with nothing?

Yin Susu was not only beautiful, but her intelligence was also superb. Hearing Lin Fan's words, 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 he was unable to help. But now, Lin Fan was asking her why she thought he could save him—clearly, he was holding out for a price.

Yin Susu wondered what she could give him. The whereabouts of 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.