Chapter 67: A Loving Mother and a Devoted Son

Inside the grand hall, just as the forces of the Six Great Sects were about to attack together, Zhang Wuji and Xiao Zhao arrived on the scene.

The sight that met Zhang Wuji’s eyes instantly ignited his fury.

“Stop!” he shouted. “Today, none of you will harm my mother.”

Hearing this, everyone from the Six Great Sects turned to look at Zhang Wuji.

“Zeng Ah Niu?” Abbess Miejue furrowed her brow; she clearly recognized him. After all, Zhang Wuji had traveled with her group earlier, though they had separated along the way.

Among the Emei disciples, Zhou Zhiruo also felt a strange emotion surge within her upon seeing Zhang Wuji. Under the watchful eyes and tutelage of Ding Minjun and Jingxuan—two unwavering loyalists within Emei—she and Zhang Wuji had not formed any real connection in their previous encounter.

“So this boy is Zhang Wuji!” Miejue’s brows knitted even tighter. She had witnessed his skills before—his internal strength was profound. With him joining the fray, even the combined might of the Six Great Sects might find themselves in trouble.

Moreover, Yin Susu, whose depth was still unknown, had just displayed a terrifyingly sharp attack—a single sword stroke had slain a top expert of the Kongtong Sect, a man whose skills were hardly inferior to her own.

Such strength could not be taken lightly by any of the masters present. Otherwise, the old monks of Shaolin would not have been so eager to unite the Six Great Sects against her.

Facing Zhang Wuji’s furious glare, Yin Susu, following Wang Kun’s instructions, immediately assumed the demeanor of a loving mother and gazed at her son.

“You’ve grown up, Wuji,” she said gently.

“Mother! Leave this to me. As long as I am here, none of these people will trouble you today.”

This scene was eerily reminiscent of that day atop Mount Wudang, when Zhang Cuishan was forced to his death by the Five Great Sects. Zhang Wuji had been present then.

Now, as history seemed to repeat itself, how could Zhang Wuji not be filled with indignation?

“Amitabha,” intoned one of the monks, “young man, your mother is consumed by murderous intent. I urge you to persuade her to lay down her blade and seek enlightenment.”

At these words, Yin Susu sneered and turned to Zhang Wuji.

“Wuji, do you remember how your father died?” she asked coldly.

“Of course I remember,” Zhang Wuji replied heavily.

“Since you remember, then today, vengeance for your father must fall to you. All those present are the culprits behind your father’s death. Wuji, do it.”

Her words were chilling, and Zhang Wuji’s face betrayed hesitation. Despite everything, he was merciful at heart—how could he bring himself to kill so many?

“Mother… must we really kill them?” he asked uncertainly.

“Have you forgotten how your father died?” Yin Susu demanded. “Of everyone here, except for the people of Wudang, none are innocent.”

Her shocking words sent a wave of unease through the ranks of the Six Great Sects.

“Wicked woman, enough of your slander! Zhang Cuishan took his own life—we never forced him,” someone protested.

“Yes, we only asked him to reveal Xie Xun’s whereabouts. We never meant to harm him,” echoed another.

“That’s right! Zhang Cuishan’s death had nothing to do with us,” others insisted, each trying to absolve themselves.

Yin Susu only sneered at their hypocrisy and turned once more to her son.

“Wuji, you see? All those present are nothing but sanctimonious hypocrites. If you spare them, your father’s spirit will never rest.”

Still, Zhang Wuji hesitated, caught in turmoil.

Seeing this, Yin Susu decided to show him by example.

In a flash, she moved through the hall, her sword gleaming—a few more heads from the Kongtong Sect tumbled to the ground.

“See, Wuji? When dealing with these people, you must show no mercy.”

“You witch from the Devil Sect deserve to die! Everyone, attack—kill this demoness!”

Enraged by Yin Susu’s ruthless action, the Six Sects drew their swords and charged at her in unison.

Faced with their onslaught, Zhang Wuji could only grit his teeth and defend against their attacks. Yin Susu was, after all, his own mother—though his heart was filled with conflict, how could he stand by and watch her be besieged?