ple ran towards the trees.

Waking up with a start, Chang Yuchun grabbed his sabre with his right hand and Zhang Wuji with his left. Then, he waited to see if he should fight or flee.

“I do not think that they have come for us,” the boy whispered.

Nodding in agreement, Chang Yuchun peered through the trees and saw seven or eight people attacking an unarmed man from all sides. Although the man managed to fend his enemies off with a pair of swift palms, the group began closing in on him after a while.

By and by, a crescent moon appeared from behind the clouds and cast a silvery light on the scene. The man in the centre of the circle was a tall and thin monk in his forties who was dressed in a white robe. His attackers consisted of two grey-robed monks, two Taoists, two men in secular attire and two slim-built women. The grey-robed monks had a pole and a sabre between them, which they used with such power that leaves flew everywhere in the woods. One of the Taoists had a sword which glinted under the moonlight as he waved it about, while one of the men in secular attire — a short and small-sized fellow with a pair of swords — rolled back and forth on the ground, attacking the legs of the white-robed monk with Ditang swordplay, a technique that focused on the lower extremeties of the body.

The two women had a sword each, through which they executed a series of very swift but fluid strokes. As the battle wore on, one of the women turned in such a way that part of her face was lit up by the moonlight. The sight almost had Zhang Wuji blurting out: “Auntie Ji!” Indeed, she was none other that Yin Liting’s fiancée, Ji Xiaofu.

Initially, Zhang Wuji thought that it was very unfair for so many people to attack the monk at once, and hoped that the hapless victim would be able to free himself. However, after recognising one of the attackers as Ji Xiaofu, he decided that the white-robed monk was a bad man. After all, he was an enemy of the Auntie Ji who had comforted him on the day of his parents’ suicide. Although Zhang Wuji did not accept the necklace that she had given him, he was nevertheless very grateful for her kind thoughts.

As the white-robed monk’s strokes alternated by fast and slow, and real and false, Zhang Wuji quickly realised that he was actually a highly skilled pugilist. There were also too many variations to his techniques to be identified, especially when the movements were speeded up. As a result, Ji Xiaofu and her group could not gain the upperhand despite being larger in number and battling for a long time.

Suddenly, one of the men shouted, “Use the projectiles!”

The other man and one of the Taoists responded at once, leaping to the left and the right respectively before sending a flurry of pellets and flying daggers towards the white-robed monk. As the monk scrambled to deal with the weapons that fell like rain around him, the other Taoist — a fellow with a long beard — shouted, “Monk Peng, we do not want your life, so why are you fighting us with all your might? Just hand Bai Guishou over and we will part with a smile. Would that not be better for everyone?”

Chang Yuchun was shocked. “So this is Monk Peng?” he wondered in a whisper.

Zhang Wuji was surprised too, for he had heard his parents tell his Second Uncle Yu about the incident on Wangpan Island and the resulting inter-clan vendettas upon returning to China two years earlier. Therefore, he knew that Bai Guishou, the Leader of the Eagle Sect’s Xuanwu Circle, was the only one who had left Wangpan Island with his mental faculties intact. In recent years, many clans and organisations had taken the Eagle Sect to task because they wanted Bai Guishou to reveal where Xie Xun was. Consequently, Zhang Wuji thought: Could this Monk Peng be a member of my mother’s sect as well?

Just then, Monk Peng said in a loud voice, “Circle-Leader Bai has been grievously wounded by all of you and I have a friendship with him that goes back a long way. To tell you the truth, even if I did not know him at all, I would still not ignore a dying man.”

“What dying man?” roared the Taoist with the long beard. “We do not want his life, for we just want to find out where a certain person is.”

“Since you want to know where Xie Xun is, why do you not go and ask the abbot of the Shaolin Temple?” said Monk Peng.

One of the grey-robed monks stepped up and shouted, “That is but an evil ploy to shift blame to my Shaolin Temple by that witch from the Eagle Sect, Yin Susu. Who believes her?” Apparently, this monk was from the Shaolin School.

The mention of his mother’s name filled Zhang Wuji with both pride and sorrow: Although my mother has passed away for two years, she can still make all of you dizzy with trouble!

Suddenly, one of the Taoists shouted, “Everybody, get down!” As his companions fell on their faces, five flying daggers cut through the air towards Monk Peng’s chest. These weapons could be avoided if the monk bent forward, fell on his face or leaned backwards at once, but his attackers had pre-empted his moves by positioning their weapons around him at ground-level. So how could he escape then?

As Zhang Wuji watched with bated breath, Monk Peng leapt into the air and the five flying daggers went by under his feet. The two grey-robed Shaolin monks and the Taoist with the long beard responded to this turn swiftly, slashing Monk Peng’s legs with their pole, sabre and sword. Forced to strike back, the white-robed monk sent a palm into the head of one of the Shaolin monks before snatching his sabre and using it as a lever against the other monk’s pole to push himself two zhang (6.66 metres) away from the fray.

The Shaolin monk who was struck on the head died at once. His angered companions set off in pursuit of Monk Peng, only to see his legs crumple beneath him in his haste to get away. As the group surrounded the white-robed monk once more, the remaining Shaolin monk shouted, “You killed my brother, so I am going to make you pay for it!”

“Wait!” said the Taoist with the long beard. “His legs have been struck my Scorpion-Tail Hook (Xie1 Wei3 Gou1), and he will soon die of poisoning.”

Sure enough, Monk Peng’s legs wobbled as he strove unsuccessfully to stand up.

Chang Yuchun thought: He is an important member of my Ming Sect, so I must rescue him! Although he was seriously wounded himself, he was so bent on helping Monk Peng that he took a deep breath and stepped forward. Unfortunately, the breath and the step that he took affected his internal injuries so much that he almost fainted from excruciating pain. By then, Monk Peng had collapsed on the ground after managing to move anotherzhang (3.33 metres) away from his attackers. He looked as if he had died of poisoning. Opening his eyes despite the massive pain in his chest, Chang Yuchun saw that none of the seven dared to approach the body of the monk.

The Taoist with the long beard said, “Brother Xu, test him with two of your flying daggers.”

The other Taoist responded by throwing a dagger each into Monk Peng’s right shoulder and left leg. The white-robed monk did not move, indicating that he was indeed dead.

“What a pity! What a pity!” said the Taoist with the long beard. “He has died, but we do not know where he has hidden Bai Guishou!”

The group stepped forward for a closer look.

Suddenly, five swift smacks were heard, followed by the sight of five people falling away from the circle. Monk Peng was on his feet in a flash, but the daggers were still embedded in his shoulder and leg. It turned out that he had pretended to die in a bid to draw his enemies closer, so that he could catch them unaware with the lightning-fast ‘Flying Clouds in the Great Wind’ Palm Technique (Da4 Feng1 Yun2 Fei1 Zhang3). He had gathered up all his strength in silence as he lay on the ground, so the five strikes were so strong that they left a palm-print each on the chests of the five male victims.

Ji Xiaofu and her older sister-at-arms, Ding Minjun, were terribly shocked at this unexpected turn of events, but they managed to leapt away on time. When they looked at their five wounded companions, they found them throwing up mouthfuls of blood. The two men in secular attire even screamed in pain, for their bodies were not as strong as the other three.

The Taoist with the long beard said, “Ding- guniang, Ji- guniang, stab him quickly with your swords!”

Among the nine of them, one Shaolin monk was already dead, and Monk Peng and five others were seriously wounded. Thus, Ji Xiaofu and Ding Minjun were the only two left unharmed. Ding Minjun thought: Hmmph! Am I so poor in the sword that you must tell me how to use it? Then, she raised her weapon and slashed at Monk Peng’s shin with a move called ‘Splitting Metal with a Nominal Stroke’ (Xu1 Shi4 Fen1 Jin1).

Monk Peng heaved a long sigh, closed his eyes and waited for death. Suddenly, a loud clang was heard, as if two weapons had come into contact with each other. Opening his eyes, Monk Peng saw that Ji Xiaofu had used her sword to deflect her sister’s blade.

“Why?” asked Ding Minjun in surprise. “Elder Sister,” answered Ji Xiaofu, “Monk Peng held his hands back in mercy, so we should not push him over the edge.”

“What hands of mercy?” Ding Minjun retorted. “His hands had run out of strength!” Then, she turned to the monk and said, “Monk Peng, my sister is very kind to spare your life, so you should tell us where Bai Guishou is.”

Monk Peng threw head back and roared with laughter. “Ding- guniang, you have really underestimated Peng Yingyu,” he said. “Zhang Cuishan, the Fifth Warrior of the Wudang School, would rather die of suicide than reveal his sworn brother’s whereabouts. Although I am not as talented, I admire loyalty and courage of Zhang the Fifth enough to follow his example.” Then, he threw up a mouthful of blood and sank to the ground.

Ding Minjun walked up and kicked him three times in the waist, so that he could not launch another stealth attack at them.

Peng Yingyu’s words brought a surge of warmth and gratitude into Zhang Wuji’s heart, and the boy suddenly felt as if he had found a close relative. After his father, Zhang Cuishan, committed suicide, members of renowned and upright organisations often spoke of the man in this manner: “He was an outstanding young warrior who took one wrong step and became involved with a heretical witch. As a result, he died in personal ruin and shame, and brought humiliation to the Wudang School.” Zhang Wuji had never heard these exact words, of course, but he could gather as much from the conversations and attitudes of his grand-teacher and uncles. Besides being deeply grieved, they had blamed his mother for the terrible things that had happened. They had felt that everything about his father was good, except for the mistake he made in marrying his mother. No one had ever expressed admiration and respect for his father like Peng Yingyu just did.

Ding Minjun sneered and said, “Zhang Cuishan was blind to marry that heretical witch. This is what I call ‘willing self-degradation’, so what good is there to learn from it? His Wudang School … ” At this point, Ji Xiaofu tried to interrupt her sister, only to hear Ding Minjun say, “Do not worry. I will not include Yin the Sixth in this.” Then, pointing her sword at Peng Yingyu’s right eye, she added, “If you do not speak up, I will poke your right eye out before doing the same to your left. Then, I will poke through your right ear and the left one. After that, I will slice your nose off, for I will not allow you to simply drop dead.” The tip of her sword glinted barely half a cun (1.67 centimetres) away from Peng Yingyu’s eye.

The stubborn monk opened his eyes wide in defiance and said in a calm voice, “I have heard that the Abbess Mie Jue of the E-mei School is cruel and ruthless in her ways, so her students should be no different. Since I have fallen into your hands, go ahead and show me E-mei’s best techniques!”

Ding Minjun raised her eyebrows and screeched, “Crooked baldy, how dare you ridicule my school!” She pushed her sword forward and gouged out Peng Yingyu’s right eye. Then, she placed the tip of the blade on his left eye-lid.

Peng Yingyu laughed as blood poured out of his blinded right eye. Then, he opened his good left eye as widely as he could and glared at Ding Minjun until goosebumps appeared all over her. “You are not from the Eagle Sect,” the woman said, “so why are you giving your life up for Bai Guishou?”

“This is one of the principles of being a man,” answered Peng Yingyu. “You would not understand it even if I told you.”

Ding Minjun could see that Peng Yingyu had no strength left to fight back, but somehow, he still regarded her with much disdain. As a result, she pushed her sword into his left eye in a fit of anger, only to have Ji Xiaofu knock the blade away with a nimble stroke.

“Elder Sister,” said the younger woman, “this monk is so stubborn that he will never say anything, regardless of what we do to him. Killing him will not serve our purposes either.”

“He said that our teacher is cruel and ruthless in her ways,” Ding Minjun replied, “so I am just showing him what ‘cruel and ruthless’ really means. Heretics like him can only bring harm to others, so having him killed is a good thing.”

“He is also a tough man,” Ji Xiaofu added. “Elder Sister, I think we should just let him go.”

Ding Minjun burst into a fit. “One of these two brothers from Shaolin is dead, while the other is wounded,” she said in a loud voice. “The two Taoists from Kunlun are badly injured, while the two brothers from the Haisha Clan are in an even worse condition. Is he not brutal enough? I will gouge out his left eye before continuing with the interrogation.” As soon as the word ‘interrogation’ left her mouth, her sword moved towards Peng Yingyu’s left eye.

Ji Xiaofu raised her sword and pushed her sister’s blade away with another light and nimble move. “Elder Sister,” she said, “this man has no strength left to resist. If word of how we treat him gets out into the realm of the rivers and lakes, the reputation of our E-mei School will be adversely affected.”

“Stand aside, and do not intervene!” said Ding Minjun in a stern voice. When Ji Xiaofu persisted, the older woman said, “Since you acknowledge me as your Elder Sister, you must listen to what I say. Stop nagging me!”

“Yes!” Ji Xiaofu responded, prompting Ding Minjun to send her sword into Peng Yingyu’s left eye again. This time, she increased the power of her move by three-tenths.

Somehow, Ji Xiaofu found herself being unable to accept her sister’s action, so she raised her sword and deflected the other blade once more. The power in Ding Minjun’s move caused the younger woman to use a heavier hand as well, so the two swords impacted in a flurry of sparks. As their arms went numb, both women took two steps back.

“What exactly are you up to, protecting this evil monk time and again?” shouted Ding Minjun angrily.

“Elder Sister,” answered Ji Xiaofu, “I would like to suggest that you stop torturing him in this manner. We should just take our time and ask him slowly where Bai Guishou is.”

Ding Minjun laughed coldly and said, “Do you think that I do not know what is in your heart? Ask yourself honestly: Why do you keep on declining the requests of Wudang’s Yin the Sixth to complete the rites of marriage? And why did you run away from home after your father asked you to do the same?”

“What has my personal affairs to do with this matter?” asked Xi Jiaofu. “How could you link them together?”

“We know the truth in our hearts,” answered Ding Minjun, “so I need not pull the scabs from your sores in front of all these outsiders. You may be in E-mei physically, but your heart is in the Evil Sect.”

Ji Xiaofu turned white at once. “I respect you as my Elder Sister-at-Arms,” she said with a trembling voice. “I have never offended you, so why are you humiliating me like this?”

“All right,” Ding Minjun said, “if your heart is not in the Evil Sect, go ahead and poke out this monk’s left eye.”

Ji Xiaofu did not do as she was told. Instead, she said, “Ever since the E-mei School was founded by the Little Eastern Heretic, our Great-Grandteacher Guo, many of our school-mates have either chosen to be nuns or to remain unmarried all their lives. My reluctance to marry is nothing extraordinary, so why must you push me into a corner?”

“Well, I am not taken in by your plea of innocence,” Ding Minjun replied coldly. “If you do not stab him in the eye, I am going to spill the beans on your affairs.”

“Elder Sister,” said Xi Jiaofu in a gentle voice, “I hope that you will consider the bond of sisterhood that we share, and stop pushing me.”

Ding Minjun laughed. “I am not asking you to do anything embarrassing,” she said. “Our teacher instructed us to find out where the Golden-Maned Lion King is, and this monk here is the only lead that we have. But he was unwilling to reveal the truth and even harmed our companions. So it is only fair that I poke out his right eye, while you take out his left. Why are you still not doing it?”

Ji Xiaofu lowered her head and answered in quietly: “He showed us mercy earlier, so we should not turn around and drive him to his death. I am too soft-hearted to do this.” She turned and put her sword back into its scabbard.

“You? Soft-hearted?” asked Ding Minjun with a sarcastic laugh. “Our teacher has often praised your ruthless swordplay techniques and tough character. In fact, she says that you take after her so much that she wants to pass her legacy on to you, so how can you be soft-hearted?”

It was then that the people around them finally understood the reason behind the two women’s quarrel. Apparently, the leader of the E-mei School, Mie Jue, loved Ji Xiaofu so much that she had thoughts of making the young woman her heir. Jealous, Ding Minjun had eventually managed to obtain something that she could blackmail Ji Xiaofu with.

Zhang Wuji had been very grateful for the kindness that Ji Xiaofu had shown him, so he wished there and then that he could run out and give her spiteful sister a few tight slaps.

Then, Ding Minjun said, “Younger Sister Ji, let me ask you: When our teacher called all of us to the Golden Peak of Mount E-mei and taught us the ‘Sword of Extermination’ (Mie4 Jian4) and the ‘Sword of Non-Compromise’ (Jue2 Jian4) that she had developed, why did you not show up? Why did you cause our teacher to erupt with a massive fit of anger?”

“I was suddenly taken very ill in Ganzhou and could not move,” answered Ji Xiaofu. “I have already reported this to our teacher, so why are you bringing it up now?”

Ding Minjun laughed coldly and replied, “You can keep the matter from our teacher, but you cannot keep it from me. I have something else to ask you, but if you poke this monk’s eye out, I will keep my peace.”

Ji Xiaofu lowered her head in silence as she mulled over her dilemma. Finally, she said, “Elder Sister, are you really not going to consider the bond that we share, growing up and learning martial arts in the same school?”

“Are you going to poke his eye out or not?” asked Ding Minjun in return.

“Do not worry, Elder Sister,” said Ji Xiaofu. “Even if our teacher wants to pass her legacy to me, I will never dare to accept it.”

“Right!” Ding Minjun retorted angrily. “So you are saying that I am jealous of you. How am I inferior to you, that you should make way for me? So … are you going to poke his eye out or not?”

“Go ahead and punish me if I have done wrong,” said Ji Xiaofu, “for I would never dare to resist. There are friends from other clans and organisations here, yet you are pushing me like this … ” Tears began to stream down her face.

Ding Minjun sneered and said, “Go ahead and act pitiful if you want to, because I know that you are cursing me in your heart. When you were in Ganzhou three or four years ago … I cannot remember it too clearly, but you should be fully aware of the time it happened. Did you really have an illness? Well, I think you did ‘have’ something, but it was no illness. You had a baby!”

Ji Xiaofu turned and ran off at once, but Ding Minjun had already expected her to do so.

The older woman flew ahead, blocked her way with the sword and said, “I think that you had better poke Monk Peng’s left eye out, or I will ask you who the baby’s father is. I will also ask why a disciple of a renowned and upright clan like you would go and protect a crooked monk from the Evil Sect.”

“Let … let me go!” pleaded Ji Xiaofu in defeat.

But Ding Minjun did not relent. Placing the tip of her sword against the younger woman’s chest, she asked loudly, “Where are you keeping the child? You are the fiancée of Wudang’s Yin Liting, Yin the Sixth, so why did you have a child with someone else?”

These earth-shaking questions took everyone by surprise. Zhang Wuji was perplexed: This Auntie Ji is a good person, so how could she have done Uncle Yin wrong? He did not fully understand the affairs between men and women, of course, but even Chang Yuchun, Peng Yingyu, the long-bearded Taoist from Kunlun and the others were astonished by the revelation.

Ji Xiaofu turned white and made a desperate dash for cover, but Ding Minjun stopped her with a deep and vicious slash on the right arm. Gritting her teeth against the pain, Ji Xiaofu pulled out her sword with her left hand and said, “Elder Sister, if you continue pushing me, I will have to let you down.”

By then, Ding Minjun knew that the situation had reached the point of no return. She had exposed her sister’s shameful secret, so the younger woman would definitely want to silence her. However, she was not as highly skilled in martial arts as Ji Xiaofu, so she had seized the first opportunity to injure her. Now that the woman herself had mentioned the use of force, Ding Minjun turned her sword in a move called ‘The Moon Descends Upon the Western Mount’ (Yue4 Luo4 Xi1 Shan1) and sent it into her sister’s abdomen. Ji Xiaofu had no alternative but to respond the blade in her left hand.

The two sisters were well-versed in each other’s swordplay techniques, so their closely-fought duel was marked with intense attacks and defences. Their wounded companions could neither stop them nor risk helping one at the expense of the other, so they found themselves staring in admiration at the women’s skills: The E-mei School is indeed worthy of its position as one of the four largest learning centres of martial arts today, for its swordplay techniques are really as exquisite as they are reputed to be.

Ji Xiaofu’s right arm bled more profusely as the duel wore on, so she became increasingly vicious in her strokes, hoping to drive Ding Minjun away and open up a route of escape for herself. However, she did not seem too successful in her efforts, for she was rather uncomfortable using the sword with her left hand. Furthermore, the massive loss of blood had reduced her abilities by more than seven-tenths. On her part, Ding Minjun did not dare to go too close to Ji Xiaofu, preferring instead to keep her going and allow the eventual lack of blood to take its toll. Sure enough, the younger woman soon became so weak that her steps and strokes began to falter. Ding Minjun quickly seized the opportunity and stabbed Xi Jiaofu twice in the right shoulder, splattering her clothes with blood.

Suddenly, Peng Yingyu spoke up in a loud voice: “Ji- guniang, come over and gouge my left eye out. I am already very grateful for all that you have done.” He knew that it was tremendously difficult for Ji Xiaofu to risk death in protecting an enemy. Furthermore, Ding Minjun had threatened her with the very thing that a woman treasured more than her own life — the chastity of her name.

But it was already too late. Even if Ji Xiaofu really poked Peng Yingyu’s eye out at that moment, Ding Minjun would still not allow her to leave. If she did not seize this opportunity to eliminate her younger sister-at-arms, she would have to face an endless stream of troublesome consequences in the future. As her strokes became more vicious, Peng Yingyu shouted, “Ding Minjun, you are absolutely shameless! It is no surprise that you are known as the Evil Wuyan Ding Minjun in the realm of the rivers and lakes, for your heart is indeed like the scorpion and the snake, and your looks are worse than Wuyan’s.”

Before the woman could take him to task for comparing her to the legendary Zhong Wuyan, who was known for the hideous disfiguration of her face, Peng Yingyu went on: “If every woman in the world is as ugly and as vomit-inducing as you are, all the men under the sun will want to become monks. With you, the Evil Wuyan, standing right in front of me all night, being a monk is not enough. I will have to be totally blind as well!”

Although Ding Minjun was not a beauty, she was attractive in her own way. After all, she had a rather charming face that was very well taken care of. However, as a man who was very well-versed in the ways of the world, Peng Yingyu knew that every woman under the sun hated being told how ugly she was, regardless of whether it was the truth or not. Consequently, he had come up with the ‘Evil Wuyan’ nickname in a bid to draw Ding Minjun’s attention to himself and allow Ji Xiaofu the opportunity to escape — or at the very least, find a way to bandage her wounds.

Unfortunately, Ding Minjun had other thoughts: Once I kill Ji Xiaofu, the stinking monk will not be able to get away either. So, she ignored all his taunts.

“The Lady Warrior Ji is chaste as ice and pure as jade,” Peng Yingyu added loudly. “Who does not know this fact? But that Evil Wuyan Ding Minjun insisted on proferring a love that was not reciprocated, dreaming of a relationship with Yin Liting of the Wudang School. When Yin Liting did not respond to your advances, you naturally thought of harming Lady Warrior Ji. Ha ha, your cheekbones are so high, your mouth is as big as a basin, your complexion is so yellow and your body is as thin as a length of bamboo. How can the handsome and easy-going Yin the Sixth be attracted to you? You did not even appraise yourself in the mirror, yet you went ahead and tried to catch his attention with all sorts of provocative glances … ”

Infuriated, Ding Minjun dashed over to Peng Yingyu and sent her sword towards his mouth.

To be honest, Ding Minjun’s cheekbones were a little higher than usual and her mouth did not quite fit into the cherry-sized standard of that era. Her complexion was not as fair as she wanted it to be and her body was naturally slim. She was often unhappy with these tiny blemishes, but they could only be spotted by others under close scrutiny. Yet, Peng Yingyu had been particularly observant to notice these flaws. So how could she remain composed after he announced her imperfections with added flavour and spice? Furthermore, she had never seen Yin Liting before, so when did she ever try to ‘catch his attention with all sorts of provocative glances’?

Just as her sword was about to reach the monk, a man suddenly dashed out of the woods and got in front of Peng Yingyu. He was so fast that Ding Minjun could not pull her sword back on time. As the blade sank into the man’s forehead, he swept a palm out and struck the woman on the chest. The force of the blow pushed Ding Minjun several steps back and caused her to throw up a mouthful of blood. By then, her sword had been stuck so firmly in the man’s forehead that he was unlikely to live.

“Bai Guishou! Bai Guishou!” shouted the long-bearded Taoist from the Kunlun School. He scrambled excitedly to his feet and took a few wobbly steps before sinking back to the ground.

The man who had been killed was indeed the Leader of the Eagle Sect’s Xuanwu Circle, Bai Guishou. After he had been seriously injured, he found out that Peng Yingyu had come under the combined attack of Shaolin, Kunlun, E-mei and Haisha in a bid to shield him. Consequently, he rushed to the scene and took the stab on behalf of his faithful and courageous friend. Known for his powerful palms, he had managed to strike Ding Minjun and break several of her ribs just before he died.

As Ji Xiaofu regained her composure, she tore a piece off from her clothing and bandaged the wound on her arm. Then, she released the acupoints that had been blocked on Peng Yingyu’s waist, before walking away in silence.

“Wait!” said the white-robed monk. “Ji- guniang, please accept a bow from Monk Peng.” He bent over in gratitude, but Ji Xiaofu stepped aside, unwilling to receive his thanks.

Picking up the sword that the long-bearded Taoist had dropped on the ground, Peng Yingyu said, “This Ding Minjun uttered slanderous nonsense against your name, so she must not be allowed to live.” As he sent the sword into the woman’s throat, Ji Xiaofu deflected the blade with her sword.

“She is my older sister-at-arms,” she said. “Although she has no affections for me, I cannot be unfaithful to her.”

“The situation has reached the point of no return,” said Peng Yingyu. “If she is not killed, she will cause you a lot of trouble in the days to come.”

With tears streaming down her face, Ji Xiaofu replied, “I am the most unlucky and unfortunate woman under the sun, so I will have to accept my fate! Great Master Peng, do not harm my Elder Sister-at-Arms.”

“Would I dare to dishonour the instruction of the Lady Warrior Ji?” the monk responded politely.

Then, Ji Xiaofu turned to Ding Minjun and said quietly, “Elder Sister, take care.” Returning her sword to its scabbard, she walked out of the woods.

Peng Yingyu turned to the five injured men and said, “I have no grievances against any of you in the first place, so I really do not have to kill you. Unfortunately, you have heard the slander that this Ding woman spoke against the Lady Warrior Ji. If word of this gets out into the realm of the rivers and lakes, how will the Lady Warrior Ji be able to face the public? Therefore, do not blame me for not allowing you to l