HEAVEN SWORD DRAGON SABRE Book 2 of 2

Ignorant Grievance, Vain Anxiety, Conceited Desire Part 1

Zhang Wuji waited until the crowd of beggars had gone far and not the least bit of noise was to be heard in the temple before he leaped out of the big drum. Zhao Min followed behind him, brushing her clothes while looking at him with an expression that is a mixture of happiness and anger on her face.

"Humph," Zhang Wuji angrily said, "You still have a face to see me?"

"What?" Zhao Min's countenance dropped, "When did I offend Zhang Jiaozhu?"

It was as if Zhang Wuji's face was covered with frost as he shouted angrily, "You wanted to steal that Yitian Sword and Tulong Saber, I won't blame you! You abandoned me on that desolate island, I still won't blame you! But Miss Yin was seriously injured, why did you still treat her ruthlessly? A vicious woman like you is truly rare in the world." Speaking to this point he was unable to restrain his grief and indignation; moving one step forward, he slapped Zhao Min four times left and right.

Being enshrouded by his overwhelming power, how could Zhao Min evade? 'Slap, slap, slap, slap,' both of her cheeks were immediately swollen. Zhao Min was hurt and angered, beads of tears rolled down her cheeks. With a choking voice she said, "You said I stole the Yitian Sword and Tulong Saber, who has seen it? Who said I treated Miss Yin ruthlessly? Tell her to come and confront me directly."

Zhang Wuji was even angrier, "All right!" he shouted, "I'll send you to the netherworld to confront her directly." His left hand circled and his right hand hooked across the back of her neck, while he exerted all his strength.

Zhao Min could not breathe, she stretched out her finger to pierce his chest, but her finger felt like a cotton wool, her strength vanished without a trace. In an instant her face turned purple and she passed out.

Remembering Yin Li's enmity, Zhang Wuji was about to strangle her to death, but looking at her face like that, his heart suddenly softened and he relaxed his grip. Zhao Min fell backward. 'Boom!' the back of her head struck the dark green flagstone of the temple's hall.

It was quite some time later that Zhao Min finally regained her consciousness. She saw Zhang Wuji was staring at her with an anxious look on his face. Seeing her opening her eyes, he let out a relieved breath. Zhao Min asked, "Did you say Miss Yin has passed away?"

Zhang Wuji's anger flared again, he snapped, "After you slashed her seventeen, eighteen times, she ... how could she stay alive?"

With a trembling voice Zhao Min said, "Who ... who said I slash her seventeen, eighteen times? It was Miss Zhou, wasn't it?"

"Miss Zhou will not say anything bad about anybody behind their backs," Zhang Wuji said, "She is not her relative, she won't bring a false charge against you."

"Was it Miss Yin, then?" Zhao Min asked.

Almost shouting Zhang Wuji said, "Miss Yin had already been unable to talk early on. There were only five of us on that desolate island; are you saying that Yifu did it? Or I did it? Or perhaps Miss Yin did it to herself? Humph, I know what's in your heart, you were afraid I might marry my cousin hence you committed this violent treachery. Let me tell you: I don't care whether she is dead or alive, I have already considered her my wife."

Zhao Min hung her head without saying anything. After being silent for half an afternoon, she asked, "How did you return to the Central Plains?"

With a cold laugh Zhang Wuji said, "It was due to your generosity. You sent your navy to pick us up. Fortunately, my Yifu is not gullible and worthless like me; we have seen through your devious scheme. You dispatched some artillery ships to wait for us on the sea to sink our ship. Your plan has failed."