Chapter 195

Yin Susu held the unconscious Zhang Wuji and solemnly promised Lin Fan.

"You are too polite. Women are naturally weak, but mothers are strong. Since you are willing to be a slave or a maid for your child, I cannot truly order you around!"

"That is also fine, then I entrust my disciple's wife and the child Wuji to you, little friend!"

Since Lin Fan had the ability to treat Zhang Wuji and the strength to protect the mother and son, Zhang Sanfeng readily agreed.

"Wait, Zhang Cuishan is dead, but Xie Xun's whereabouts have still not been revealed; Yin Susu and Zhang Wuji cannot go with you!"

It was that old nun Miejue who stood out to stir up hatred.

"The matter of Xie Xun is of great importance. I will only tell it to the most prestigious person present. Master Kongwen, please step forward; I will tell you alone!"

Yin Susu looked at the heroes who were still unwilling to give up, feeling secret hatred in her heart, and then prepared to dig a pit for them.

"... The Golden-Haired Lion King Xie Xun and his Dragon-Slaying Saber are right there; you Shaolin must not let others get there first!"

Kongwen walked up, and Yin Susu mumbled in his ear; only the last sentence was truly heard clearly by Kongwen.

"What did you say?"

Except for the last sentence, Kongwen had not heard a single word of the rest, so he pressed her for an answer.

"Master Kongwen, if you have Xie Xun's whereabouts, don't try to keep it all to yourself! Who among the heroes present didn't come for Xie Xun? Tell us so everyone can share it!"

"But I didn't hear what she said?"

"She let you Shaolin seize the initiative; we all heard it. What are you still pretending for?"

The crowd was somewhat dissatisfied upon hearing this; they thought Shaolin wanted to swallow the news of Xie Xun and the Dragon-Slaying Saber alone.

Kongwen looked at Yin Susu in shock; he did not expect Yin Susu to actually frame him.

"Everyone, our cultivation is profound, and we heard the female benefactor's words from beginning to end, but she only said the last sentence; the preceding parts were just mumbling and had no actual content!"

At this time, the Three Monks of Du finally recovered and stopped spitting blood; they hurriedly stood out to speak for Kongwen.

Yin Susu looked at Lin Fan with a pleading gaze; Lin Fan smiled, not expecting Yin Susu to truly have the personality of a demoness.

"My cultivation is even more profound. I clearly heard Yin Susu reveal the whereabouts of Xie Xun and the Dragon-Slaying Saber. If you Shaolin want to swallow the news of Xie Xun and the Dragon-Slaying Saber alone, just say so. I assume these people are not your match, so why lie? This is not good, not good at all!"

Lin Fan gently waved his folding fan; he was truly like jade, a peerless young master, and the heroes present could not help but believe his words.

"You, you go too far! Pfft!"

The Three Monks of Du were again angered by Lin Fan until they spat blood. Of course, they knew Lin Fan was lying, but they knew it was useless; after all, one side was three old monks with one foot in the grave, and the other was a graceful noble young master. Even a fool knew who to believe.

"At your age, why is your temper still so hot? How about drinking some chrysanthemum tea to clear your mind and lower the heat?"

Lin Fan said this with feigned concern, yet not a hint of sincerity could be heard in his tone; instead, it was full of mockery.

"Pfft!"

Upon hearing this, the Three Monks of Du spat out another mouthful of blood and then died of anger.

Kongwen, Kongzhi, and Kongxing each held one of them, just in time to support them, while other disciples kept calling out in concern.

"Uncle Master!"

"Grand Uncle Master!"

It was unknown whether these Three Monks of Du died from excessive injuries or were literally angered to death by Lin Fan.

"Shut up, all of you! The chattering is annoying! Now that you know the news of the Dragon-Slaying Saber, why don't you hurry and arrange for people to seize the saber, then become the supreme leader of the Wu Lin and command the world? No one would dare not to obey!"

Lin Fan looked at the Shaolin monks with an expression of disappointment, making everyone present believe that Kongwen had indeed learned the whereabouts of Xie Xun and the Dragon-Slaying Saber.

Feeling the suspicious gazes of the crowd, Kongwen could not help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

Lin Fan shook his head; these bald donkeys were truly narrow-minded, spitting blood at every turn. Could it be that this blood didn't cost money?

Oh, this is ancient times; blood really doesn't cost money. No wonder they spit blood at every turn!

With matters progressing to this point, it was clearly impossible to continue, so the heroes present all began to think of retreating.

"No matter what, I must obtain Xie Xun's whereabouts. Yin Susu, are you going to tell me or not? Could it be that you think my Heaven-Reliant Sword is not sharp enough?"

Abbess Miejue still believed Kongwen somewhat, so she chose to continue pressing Yin Susu.

"Talking in circles, isn't it all relying on the Heaven-Reliant Sword? It's a pity that the Heaven-Reliant Sword was not originally from your Emei. I think your Emei is devoid of virtue and does not deserve to possess such a divine weapon. Give it here!"

Lin Fan used the Nether Ghost Shadow to arrive in front of Miejue. By the time he snatched the Heaven-Reliant Sword and returned to his original spot, Miejue only then realized the Heaven-Reliant Sword had been snatched away.

"Young Master Tianji, return my Heaven-Reliant Sword!"

"Keep it with me for seven years. Seven years later, let your Emei find a junior; as long as she can defeat Zhang Wuji, I will return the Heaven-Reliant Sword to you!"

Lin Fan handed the sword to Wang Yuyan and then said with a smile.

"Fine, I hope you do not forget your oath. Seven years later, my Emei will definitely send someone to defeat Zhang Wuji and retrieve the Heaven-Reliant Sword!"

The situation was stronger than the person; Miejue had no way to deal with Lin Fan and could only utter a harsh threat before taking her people away.

Once Emei left, other sects, including the wandering martial artists, also left one after another.

As for Shaolin, having lost three of the 'Du' generation, they ran faster than anyone else.

"Young Master Tianji, if you have time, come to Jingcheng for a visit; the Dragon-Protecting Villa will definitely welcome you with open arms!"

Zhu Wushi brought Shangguan Haitang and the others to Lin Fan to bid farewell.

"You are too polite, Marquis. There will be an opportunity!"

Lin Fan nodded slightly; after all, he still had to go to Jingcheng to treat Wujing's legs.

"Then, Daoist Zhang, I shall take my leave as well!"

Immediately, Zhu Wushi greeted Zhang Sanfeng and turned to leave.

Only Shangguan Haitang took a deep look at Lin Fan before leaving; her eyes seemed to contain a thousand words, yet before Lin Fan could understand, Shangguan Haitang had already turned and left.