“Can’t you help him?” Zhao Min knew that hrt skills were only enough to deal with the second and third-rate figures in the martial arts world, and Zhou Zhiruo had won the title of “Number 1 in the World” in the Lion Slaying Assembly…though the title itself had no practical significance.
Looking at the two blurry lights and shadows, Zhou Zhiruo shook her head, “It’s not that I don’t want to help, it’s just that I can’t help. They are too fast. If I force myself to take action, I will only become a burden to him.”
“Hmph, you act so fierce when you bully me. But now when we really need you to take action, you say that you’re weak. You are really useless.” Zhao Min curled her lips in disdain and couldn’t help but roll her eyes.
Zhou Zhiruo calmly replied, “As long as I can bully you, that’s enough.”
“You!” Zhao Min was choked by her words and coldly snorted, “Since you can’t do it, I guess it’s up to me to do something.”
“You?” Zhou Zhiruo looked at Zhao Min up and down, and finally smiled disdainfully, “Even if I gave you two more hands, you wouldn’t be able to beat me, then how will you help him?”
“Sure enough, having big bre*asts make you stupid.” Zhao Min said sarcastically, “Not all problems need to be solved with martial arts.”
Looking at Zhao Min’s bulging che*st, and then looking down at her own obviously smaller chest, a shade of bright red flashed across Zhou Zhiruo’s face. However, before she had time to retort, she heard Zhao Min shouting to the two people fighting in the distance.
“What’s his name…Ming Zun? Your disciples and grandchildren in Persia were almost slaughtered by the Mongolian Western Expedition Army, so how can you still be here?” Are you planning to stir up trouble in the Central Plains?”
“Nonsense, that boy Huo Shan sent his forces to face Mongolia’s Western Expedition Army. Your general Xuliewu was seriously injured, and his opponent took the opportunity to join forces with the Egyptian Mam1uk cavalry to annihilate 20,000 Mongolian elites. The Mongolian vanguard general is so timid that he didn’t dare to face him again.” Ming Zun sneered in response.
Nowadays, although the Persian Ming Cult nominally regarded Xiao Zhao as its leader, the power in the Cult was still in the hands of the great elder Huo Shan. Huo Shan was the old monster who was feared by all other surrounding countries.
“How long ago was that?” Zhao Min smiled disdainfully, “During this period, you left Guangmingding and traveled around the Central Plains. Don’t you think that information is a bit outdated? Because Xuliewu was seriously injured in the assassination, and faced a setback. In anger, he summoned 100,000 elite Mongolian cavalry and razed the headquarter of your Persian Ming Cult, the Prime Alter to the ground. Seeing that the situation was unstoppable, Huo Shan led the remaining members of the Ming Cult to surrender. However, the Great Khan was angry with their previous assassination, so he ordered Huo Shan and others to be executed.” (G: Guangmingding will be changed to Bright Peak from now on.)
“What!” Ming Zun was shocked and angry. Obviously this news was too unexpected. In his plan, he needed to coordinate with the Eastern and Western Ming Cult. If the Persian side of the cult was destroyed, no matter how many forces he controlled in the Central Plains, he would still be unable to survive alone.
“Ah!” Because of his distraction, Ming Zun was unable to escape Song Qingshu’s new round of attacks. As a result, a few sword slashes appeared on his body. He was shocked and quickly concentrated on dealing with it.
After stabilizing the situation, Ming Zun cursed angrily, “You little Mongo1ian witch! You are clearly deliberately distracting me. The Prime Altar is hidden in the mountains. It is easy to defend but difficult to attack. Over the years, the lords of the West have all wanted to get rid of them, but the Prime Alter still stands in the vast mountains. I don’t believe that your army of 100,000 would be enough to do what many failed to achieve for hundreds of years!”
The location of the Persian Ming Cult’s headquarter, called the Prime Altar was based on the Bright Peak in the Kunlun Mountains. It was surrounded by countless fortresses scattered for dozens of miles in all directions. For hundreds of years, no foreign enemy had managed to successfully invade it, and some couldn’t even get close to it. So after Ming Zun came back to his senses, he naturally didn’t believe what Zhao Min said.
“You’ve been pretending to be my Brother Wuji for so long, and now you say that I’m a little witch?” Zhao Min’s lips curved with a sweet smile, “Although what you said is the truth, but don’t you know why the lords of West failed for so long? Isn’t it because they have too few soldiers and are too far away from the Persian Prime Altar?”
Zhao Min put her hands behind her back and said as she walked, “Those lords in the West, just how many soldiers can they send in their small ships? However, we naturally don’t need to be afraid of Huo Shan. Our Mongol Empire could sweep all the way to the banks of the Rhine with a few thousand troops. Now, for the sake of Huo Shan, an unprecedented 100,000 troops have been dispatched. Do you really think that the Prime Altar would stay unconquered?”
Ming Zun suddenly felt surprised and doubtful in his heart. Ever since he succeeded in seizing Zhang Wuji’s vessel, he had led the Ming Cult to fight against the Mongolian army, so he naturally knew how terrifying the Mongolian cavalry was. If Temujin really sent a hundred thousand elite cavalry to attack the Prime Altar, it really might not be able to withstand it.
While Ming Zun was worried about gains and losses, the movements of his hands inevitably became a little sluggish.
How could Song Qingshu let go of such a good opportunity? In pursuit of victory, one sword slash became faster than the other, and the sword Qi filled the sky, as if dozens of Song Qingshu were attacking Ming Zun at the same time!
Ming Zun was shocked to find that he had no way to gain any advantage. After at least a hundred moves, he would probably be dead on the spot!
“You little witch, diel!” Ming Zun shouted, no longer letting the Holy Flame Tablets him protect by his side, and shot all of them towards Zhao Min.
With the heaven-destroying aura attached to the Holy Flame Tablets, not to mention Zhao Min’s dainty body, even if it was hard granite, it could only be ground into powder with a slight touch of the Holy Flame Tablets.
Song Qingshu had been fighting Ming Zun for so long, so he was naturally clear about that fact. If he ignored Zhao Min and continued to attack, Ming Zun would be seriously injured even if not dead, but Zhao Min would definitely be dead.
In the midst of the fight, there was no room for Song Qingshu to hesitate. As if subconsciously, Song Qingshu gave up attacking Ming Zun and swung his sword to strike at the Holy Flame Tablets in the air.
Ming Zun showed a strange smile and waved his long sleeves. As if receiving instructions, the Holy Flame Tablets suddenly scattered while spinning rapidly and hit Song Qingshu from all directions.
Song Qingshu was worried that he would not be able to save Zhao Min in time, so he used his speed to the extreme. At this point, his strength was spent too much and he could no longer dodge in mid-air. He barely managed to knock away three of the Holy Flame Tablets, but was hit hard by the other three.
“Pfft!” Song Qingshu spurted out a mouthful of blood. Before he could catch his breath, Ming Zun had already hit his vest with a palm strike!
Song Qingshu felt as if all his internal organs were shattered, and the True Qi in his body almost collapsed. He quickly swung his sword back with his backhand.
Ming Zun’s pupils condensed and he quickly stepped back a few feet. He looked at the blood holes in front of him and couldn’t help but turn pale with horror, “What kind of swordsmanship is that?”
Song Qingshu coughed up another mouthful of blood and shook his head with a wry smile. He was seriously injured. Then he hurriedly used the Return of the Myriad Swords, and as expected, the power was not how he had expected.
Ming Zun looked like he was covered in wounds, but he managed to avoid all the vital points, and all he suffered were superficial wounds. It was unlike Song Qingshu who had exhausted all his Qi by using the Return of the Myriad Swords, and now had completely lost his fighting ability.
Ming Zun was obviously aware of that and couldn’t help but laugh. As soon as he understood that if he continued, he would be defeated by Song Qingshu, he immediately gave up his own defense and used the Holy Flame Tablets to attack Zhao Min who was not far away.
He was actually betting on the fact that Song Qingshu would save Zhao Min. He was a stunningly talented person after all. He knew that if he gambled, he would have half a chance of making a comeback, but if he didn’t gamble, he would definitely die.
All of that happened in just a blink of an eye.
By the time the two women reacted, Song Qingshu was vomiting blood and half-kneeling on the ground. If it weren’t for the Wooden Sword in his hand that supported most of the weight of his body, he might have been lying directly on the ground.
The two women’s expressions changed at the same time, and they ran towards him. Zhou Zhiruo was higher level in Qinggong, and Zhao Min was closer. So they came to Song Qingshu almost at the same time, supporting him one on the left and the other on the right.
“Zhao Min, Zhao Min, you keep saying that you love Zhang Wuji, but it turns out that you have already moved on to someone else.” Ming Zun knew that Song Qingshu’s injuries would never recover unless he took a few years to recuperate, so he was not in a hurry to attack them and adjusted his breath first.
“You are despicable!” Zhao Min was so angry that she was shaking all over, but her heart had already become cold. Now that things had gotten to this point, all three of them might die tonight. She couldn’t help but secretly regret it. If she had known earlier, she would have brought a few more people here. If Taoist Baishang, Master of the Vajra Sect, or Monk Jinlun were around, the situation would not be so bad.
All the reasons were attributed to the fact that Zhao Min subconsciously didn’t want the news of Zhang Wuji’s demise to be known to outsiders. According to her long-term observation, she judged that Song Qingshu’s martial arts was still superior to masters such as Taoist Baishang, and would never be weaker than the fake Zhang Wuji. And even if he was defeated, with Song Qingshu’s extreme speed, there would be no problem in taking her away to safety.
It was a pity that she never expected that Song Qingshu would give up his absolute advantage in order to save her, and would be seriously injured by the fake Zhang Wuji. As a result, no one could escape anymore.
“Why did you come back to save me!” Zhao Min cursed while wiping the tears on her cheeks, “I would have exchanged my life for his life. I would’ve happily accepted it.”
“It’s a pity that I can’t let you die.” Song Qingshu sighed softly. Ming Zun had used the strategy of surrounding Wei to rescue Zhao. He knew that there was definitely a risk in it, but it was a pity that he couldn’t just watch Zhao Min die.
In his previous life, Zhao Min and Ren Yingying were Song Qingshu’s two favorite women in Jin Yong’s book. Especially Zhao Min, who was unparalleled in intelligence and scheming but also bright and charming, noble in status but had the courage to abandon everything for love.
After coming to this almost dream-like world, Song Qingshu finally saw the Princess he admired with his own eyes. Unfortunately, his fate at the beginning was so miserable that he had no time for romance. Instead, he had to fight for survival and revenge. What’s more, Zhao Min was the woman of his enemy.
After traveling around the world for several years, Song Qingshu and Zhao Min had very few interactions. Compared with Zhou Zhiruo, who he had a love-hate relationship with, Xia Qingqing, who he had gone through hardships, and Bing Xue’er, who loved him unconditionally, Song Qingshu didn’t have deep feelings for Zhao Min. But after seeing that her life was hanging by a thread, he still rescued her regardless of the danger.
He was aware that it was foolish. But, he still did it because Zhao Min represented a dream from his previous life.
Hearing Song Qingshu’s words, Zhou Zhiruo’s face darkened, but seeing that he was dying, it was hard for her to get angry, so she could only glare at Zhao Min and curse, “Look at what you have done!”
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Hasan and the assassins were Muslim, it’s weird that they are depicted as Zorastrian fighters here. But of course, this is not meant to be a historical document or anything.
Yes the author changes a lot of things for the sake of the plot