taken to one side. His breathing was already heavy and his eyes were blurry. Then he heard a gentle voice asking: “Where’s Zhen Zhibing?” These four words were actually said lightly but to his ears they were like a thunder strike. Not knowing where he got the extra strength but he got up from the ground, waded through all the swords, and called out: “Long Guniang [Miss Long], I’m here!”

Xiao Longnü stared at him for a moment. Seeing his Taoist robe drenched with blood and his face ghostly pale, she couldn’t help but feel her heart sinking. Her voice trembled: “Guo’er, this person has defiled me. Even if he recovers from his injuries, he still couldn’t fight you. But he… but he gave up his life to save me… so you must not give him any more trouble. Such is my brutal fate.” She decided that she had to say this. Even though it was in front of several hundred people, she spoke honestly out her grief.

Zhen Zhibing heard her saying: “But he gave up his life to save me, you must not give him any more trouble. Such is my brutal fate.” As these words went through his ears, he couldn’t help feeling like his heart was being cut out. Out of his own dark desire, he had made a grave mistake. He revered her as if she was a goddess, yet he caused her a lifetime of sadness. To die a hundred times over would still not be enough to redeem him. He cried out loudly: “Master, Four Martial Elders, this disciple’s sin is atrocious. You and the others cannot bother Long Guniang [Miss Long] and Yang Guo.” Having said that, he jumped up and plunged into the eight or nine long swords that the priests were holding in front of him. Many swords pierced through his body, killing him instantly.

This was an unforeseen incident. Many people had not anticipated it so they couldn’t help crying out in alarm. The priests heard Xiao Longnü’s words. Then they saw Zhen Zhibing acknowledged the crime and committing suicide. It looked like he didn’t adhere to the rule and despicably disgraced Xiao Longnü. The Quanzhen Five Masters were priests who strictly adhered to the Taoist rules. Thinking about the wrongs that were done, they all felt greatly ashamed. But when it came to an apology, they found it difficult to express.

Qiu Chuji glanced at his four apprentice brothers and then shouted: “Put down the swords!” Then only the ‘qiang’ sound could be heard. The priests had put their swords back into their sheaths, making a pathway.