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The unkillable cockroach has come out again, and the high-ranking members of Ming Jiao have all been injured by him. Zhang Wuji chased after him into the secret passage of Ming Jiao. Of course, the beautiful Miss Zhao would follow Young Master Zhang. In the secret passage, Zhang Wuji practiced the Qian Kun Da Nuo Yi, and his martial arts immediately improved by three levels, though he still could not compare to Senior Brother Song. The two of them then held the secret map of the underground passage and followed it. Although there were many forks in the path, they easily made their way out of the cave. Once outside, a strong light shone, and for a moment, they could not open their eyes. After a while, they slowly opened their eyes to see a world covered in ice and snow. The sunlight reflected off the ice and snow, making everything appear even brighter.
Having gained freedom, Zhang Wuji was in a great mood. He turned his head to see the strong light reflecting off the snow illuminating Zhao's face, making her skin appear crystal clear and soft as jade. He couldn't help but exclaim, "Zhao, you look very beautiful."
Zhao happily replied, "Young Master Zhang, are you not joking with me?"
Zhang Wuji said, "Don't pretend to be hunchbacked and limping; you look good like this."
He looked at her again and noticed her exceptionally fair skin, her nose slightly higher than that of ordinary women, and her eyes had a hint of ocean blue. He said, "You are from the Western Regions, aren't you? Compared to our Central Plains women, you have a different kind of beauty."
Zhao frowned slightly and said, "I would rather look like your Central Plains girls."
"What a pity; you take after your mother. If you looked like your father, you could call yourself a Central Plains girl." A voice echoed in their ears as if someone was whispering right next to them, yet it was perfectly clear.
"Who is it?" Zhang Wuji shouted. Seeing Zhao's face turn pale, he thought she was scared and pulled her behind him.
A mocking laugh sounded; they realized the source of the voice was above them and looked up together. In their line of sight, four figures slowly descended from the cliff.
"Zhang Wuji, it's been many years; you've reached an age where girls like you."
The speaker was a woman standing at the front who appeared to be about the same age as Zhang Wuji. However, her tone sounded as if she were an elder.
Zhang Wuji had not seen Bai Tang for several years because he was still young at that time. Zhang Cuishan had not told him about Bai Tang's "immortal" identity. However, he remembered Bai Tang as his savior vividly and was filled with surprise upon seeing her. Just as he wanted to step forward to greet this senior, Zhao rushed ahead of him first. "Why are you capturing her? Let her go quickly!"
Only then did Zhang Wuji notice that Bai Tang's companions were holding two women. The older woman appeared to be in her thirties with an oval face, eyes like autumn waves, a high nose and deep-set eyes, skin as white as snow—she was truly stunningly beautiful but coldly imposing; while the younger one had a face covered in fine scars that diminished her beauty somewhat. However, her features reminded Zhang Wuji of someone familiar. After thinking for a moment, he realized that the young woman resembled his mother very much. He recalled that his cousin Yin Li looked quite similar to his mother Yin Susu. They had played together for some time before he heard that this cousin had killed her stepmother and caused his biological mother’s death while escaping from the Eagle Sect; his uncle was currently sending people to hunt her down.
Bai Tang stood in front of Zhao and easily lifted the girl's chin. "You look just like your mother."
This statement made Zhang Wuji forget about his cousin and ask Zhao in surprise: "Zhao, aren't you an orphan? Is that really your mother?"
His gaze shifted back and forth between Zhao and Dai Qisi and found that they indeed bore a resemblance—if not mother-daughter then they must be sisters.
His own mother had been exposed and brought before him; this meant his identity was also revealed. The clever Zhao did not deny it any longer but directly asked Bai Tang: "Who are you? How do you know my identity and my mother's? What is your connection to the Persian Bright Religion?"
"Persian Bright Religion?" Bai Tang scoffed lightly. "Just a bunch of clowns. Ah, I almost forgot; you and your mother belong to the Persian Bright Religion too—still holding the title of saintess."
"Who are you?" Zhao was filled with fear and dread. The woman in front of her knew such a secret; she was not human!
"Zhao, are you a member of the Persian Bright Religion?" Zhang Wuji asked in surprise. He had seen the connection between the Ming Jiao and the Persian Bright Religion in the documents from the Ming Jiao's secret chamber. If Zhao was indeed a member of the Persian Bright Religion, then her purpose for infiltrating the Ming Jiao was not simple, and he might have been deceived and used by her. Zhang Wuji couldn't help but feel disheartened. No wonder his mother always warned him to be cautious of beautiful girls; it turned out that beautiful girls really liked to deceive.
Zhao quickly explained to Zhang Wuji, "Young Master, although I am a member of the Persian Bright Religion, my feelings for you are sincere..."
Bai Tang had a good impression of Zhao, although she disliked her identity.
"Enough. You have already obtained the heart method of the Qian Kun Da Nuo Yi and have made great contributions to the Persian Bright Religion. You can take over as the leader when you return, so hurry and leave with your mother."
"Why should I listen to you?" Zhao asked.
"If you don't leave, that's fine. I will expose your and your mother's identities and your purpose for infiltrating the Central Plains' Ming Jiao. At that time, it won't just be members of the Persian Bright Religion chasing after you two." Bai Tang threatened calmly.
"You..." Zhao's eyes widened, but she couldn't muster any spirit to resist. This woman was too mysterious and powerful; if she fought back, the outcome would likely be very tragic.
"Let my mother go, and we will leave immediately," Zhao made up her mind.
Bai Tang snapped her fingers, and Karen threw Dai Qisi towards Zhao. Zhao opened her arms to catch Dai Qisi and found her mother’s body limp, almost devoid of strength.
"What did you do to my mother?"
"Nothing much, just rendered her martial arts useless. She has killed so many from the Central Plains Martial Arts World; sparing her life is already a mercy."
"..." Zhao dared not protest any further. Although her mother had lost her martial arts, she still had hers and could protect her. Finally, they could live without fear.
"Can I say goodbye to the Young Master?" Zhao asked timidly.
Bai Tang replied, "Wuji, I will wait for you at the mountain top!"
With that, she took Karen and disappeared from Zhang Wuji's and Zhao's sight.
"Young Master!" Tears welled up in Zhao's eyes. "Young Master, although I deceived you, my feelings for you are genuine. My mother was one of the three holy maidens of the sect, sent here to accumulate merit in order to return to Persia as the leader. However, after meeting my father, she couldn't help but fall in love with him and had to betray her faith to marry him. Knowing her grave sin, she passed on the colorful gemstone ring of the holy maiden to me and instructed me to infiltrate Guangming Ding to steal the heart method of Qian Kun Da Nuo Yi. Young Master, I lied about this matter, but in my heart, I have never wronged you. Because I absolutely do not wish to become the leader of the Persian Bright Religion; I only wish to be your maidservant, serving you for a lifetime and never leaving your side."
Zhang Wuji was inherently emotional, and he was deeply moved by her words. Moreover, Zhao was the first girl to confess to him, which was undoubtedly a significant moment for a man like him. Overwhelmed with excitement, he reached out and embraced Zhao's delicate figure. Zhao let out a soft "yi," her body trembling slightly.
"Zhao, I don't blame you for deceiving me anymore."
Zhao rested her head against Zhang Wuji's broad chest and whispered, "When I was young, I saw my mother restless day and night, terrified and anxious. She concealed her beautiful appearance and disguised herself as an ugly old woman. She wouldn't allow me to be with her, sending me to live with others, only visiting me once every couple of years. It was then that I understood why she took such great risks to marry my father. Young Master, if I could truly stay by your side for a lifetime, even if it meant not becoming the leader but instead being the queen of the world, I would still refuse."
Zhang Wuji's heart burned with passion. "I will ask Elder Bai to ensure she doesn't drive you away!"
Zhao replied sadly, "It's useless. Even if Elder Bai agrees that I can stay, my mother's identity has already been exposed. The Persian Bright Religion will definitely find us mother and daughter. If they capture my mother, she will be sentenced to death by fire."
Zhao left, taking away Zhang Shaoxia's first love. Zhang Wuji walked up the mountain with his head down, witnessing the scattered corpses along the way. Most were followers of the Ming Sect, but there were also many disciples from the Six Major Sects. It seemed that during his one-day-and-night stay in the mountain's interior, the Six Major Sects launched a fierce attack. The Ming Sect suffered heavy casualties due to their important leaders being severely injured and lacking command; despite being at a disadvantage, their followers fought valiantly, resulting in heavy losses on both sides.
On his way up, Zhang Wuji encountered Bai Tang waiting for him. Bai Tang directly tossed Yin Li to Zhang Wuji and gracefully left—actually heading to the mountaintop to watch the commotion.
Upon reaching the top of the mountain, Zhang Wuji suddenly heard the sound of weapons clashing; it was an intense battle. Realizing that the Ming Sect was being besieged by the Six Major Sects was indeed Yuan Kun's scheme, his good-natured instincts kicked in, prompting him to mediate between both sides. He entered through the main gate and passed through two halls until he arrived at a large square. The square was densely packed with people; on the west side stood fewer individuals—most covered in blood—either sitting or lying down; they were from the Ming Sect. The east side had several times more people divided into six groups, indicating that all six sects had arrived. In the center of the square were two individuals engaged in combat; everyone watched intently as Zhang Wuji slowly approached. When he focused on them, he saw that both fighters were unarmed but their palm winds were fierce and powerful enough to reach several feet away, clearly indicating that both were top-notch masters. The two figures moved quickly in combat until suddenly their palms collided and became locked in place; in an instant, their rapid movements turned into complete stillness. The spectators couldn't help but shout in excitement: "Good!"
When Zhang Wuji recognized the faces of the two fighters, his heart trembled greatly. The short middle-aged man with a fierce expression was none other than Zhang Songxi from Wudang Sect; his opponent was a tall bald elder with snow-white eyebrows and drooping eyelids—a hooked nose resembling an eagle's beak—who was none other than Yin Zheng, the White Eyebrow Eagle King.
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