Chapter 63: The Enchantress Yin Susu

After Wang Kun arrived at the summit of Mount Wudang, he discovered that not only did Yin Susu meet the requirements for the Death Warrior card, but among the Emei disciples, Jingxuan and Ding Minjun, and even Abbess Miejue herself, also fit the criteria. However, considering that Zhou Zhiruo had not yet joined Emei and had not turned to darkness, and given that Abbess Miejue was already an old woman, Wang Kun decided not to grant her the opportunity to become a Death Warrior. Instead, he turned Jingxuan and Ding Minjun, who were close to Miejue, into his own Death Warriors.

It must be said that although these Emei disciples were all quite beautiful, they were utterly ruthless when it came to action. Clearly, the female disciples cultivated by Abbess Miejue were by no means gentle souls. They believed those they killed were all scum of the martial world, heretics, or members of demonic sects. But such judgments were merely their own assumptions; distinguishing good from evil was not theirs to decide.

Atop Mount Wudang, the various sects witnessed Zhang Cuishan slitting his own throat before their eyes. Immediately, they turned their hostility toward Yin Susu, clearly aware that this sorceress from the demonic sect also knew Xie Xun’s whereabouts. With Zhang Cuishan dead, she was now their only lead.

By this time, Yin Susu had already become Wang Kun’s Death Warrior. She felt no sorrow for Zhang Cuishan’s death; her face was cold and indifferent.

“Witch, tell us where Xie Xun is hiding.”

“Yes, tell us Xie Xun’s whereabouts!”

Yin Susu looked at these so-called righteous heroes and sneered.

“A bunch of sanctimonious hypocrites. If you want to know where Xie Xun is, come and get it yourselves.”

She had already received instructions from Wang Kun, who intended to use her hand to teach these self-proclaimed righteous sects a lesson.

With Wang Kun’s power, he could have exterminated all these so-called righteous sects with a mere thought. But for now, as he awaited the transformation of Zhou Zhiruo, he only planned to use Yin Susu to chastise them a little.

“Witch, you don’t know what’s good for you!”

Outraged by her defiance, the representatives of the righteous sects surged forward, ready to punish Yin Susu.

But she was faster. Her sword flashed, and in an instant, a head rolled to the ground. Those who had been shouting moments before were terrified into silence.

Even Kongwen from Shaolin and Abbess Miejue from Emei were startled by the ferocity and speed of her attack.

“Witch, I didn’t expect you to hide your strength so deeply. Today, we must rid the martial world of your evil.”

The meaning was clear: no more one-on-one duels; they would gang up to defeat her, for her earlier display had truly shaken them. None were sure, even in single combat, if they could withstand that lightning-fast sword.

Instantly, Abbess Miejue, Kongwen of Shaolin, and others struck together, determined to capture Yin Susu.

At that moment, Zhang Sanfeng stepped between them.

“Enough. Do you take Wudang for a place with no one to defend it?”

Seeing Zhang Sanfeng block the crowd, Wudang’s disciples also moved to defend. Though Yin Susu was not one of their own, she was Zhang Cuishan’s wife; they had accepted her as half a member of Wudang. If they allowed these sects to kill wantonly on their mountain, what honor would Zhang Sanfeng have left?

“Witch, you may go for now, but in the future, I will rid the martial world of your menace,” Abbess Miejue declared coldly.

She understood that with Zhang Cuishan’s recent suicide, provoking Zhang Sanfeng further would bring no benefit. Moreover, Yin Susu’s swordsmanship had given them pause; even together, they were not certain of victory.

“If you want to kill me, you’ll have to prove you’re capable,” Yin Susu replied, and with that, she leapt away, not sparing a glance for the weeping Zhang Wuji, as if he were no longer her son.

Yet to Zhang Sanfeng and the others, it seemed Yin Susu was leaving out of utter despair and heartbreak. The only thing they could not fathom was how Yin Susu had become so formidable—not only her swift sword, but her silent, ghostly lightness skills had left them in awe. This was not her own ability, but the power Wang Kun had secretly granted her.

“That’s enough for today,” Wang Kun murmured from the shadows, then quietly departed, taking Yin Susu with him as they left Mount Wudang.

As for Jingxuan and Ding Minjun of Emei, Wang Kun instructed them to remain at Emei, close to Abbess Miejue. With Zhou Zhiruo yet to join Emei, their presence there was more valuable, allowing Wang Kun to monitor the sect at any time.

After leaving Mount Wudang, Wang Kun took Yin Susu to Dadu, capital of the Yuan-Mongol realm. That night, in the residence of Prince Ruyang, within Princess Zhao Min’s chambers, the figure of Wang Kun silently appeared.