I am Zhao Zhijing, a poor Taoist priest, and I have disciples all over the world.

Song Qingshu and his two companions left Wan'an Temple. As expected, Zhao Min's side did not send anyone to cause trouble again. However, since their whereabouts had been discovered tonight, even though the capital city was large, they might not be able to escape Zhao Min's eyes and ears.

"Senior Brother Song, I saw that Miss Zhou was in danger and couldn't help but try to save her. I'm afraid it will delay important matters."

Now Zhao Min has focused all her attention on Song Qingshu. Logically, no one should interfere with the relationship between Zhang Wuji and Zhou Zhiruo. However, due to unforeseen circumstances, the two have not been able to recognize each other. In Zhou Zhiruo's heart, Zhang Wuji is just the leader of the Demonic Sect whom her master, Abbess Miejue, hates the most.

“Junior Brother Wuji, please don’t blame yourself. I will make my move in a moment. Besides, we have both seen the temple’s security measures. Whether it is in the open or in the dark is no longer important.”

The three returned the way they came, but seeing that it was getting late, they decided to separate and rest for the time being, and make further plans the next day.

Song Qingshu returned to the inn and, after confirming that there was nothing unusual around him, went into his room. He saw that the room was dimly lit, and Xiao Zhao was leaning against the window, fiddling with the battle lines.

"Young master, you're back!"

A smile appeared on Xiao Zhao's face. She then stuffed the clothes in her hand under the bed and stood up to pour tea for Song Qingshu.

"I'm sorry to see you like this. You must be bored being all alone."

This time, she came to Dadu to rescue the four major sects, and there was nothing for Xiao Zhao to do. In addition, the city was full of all sorts of people, so she had to stay in the inn alone most of the time.

"It's not boring at all. If you had left me on Jade Maiden Peak, I would have been bored to death."

Xiao Zhao smiled and shook her head, not wanting Song Qingshu to worry about her, and then asked if the trip to Wan'an Temple that night had gone smoothly.

The night passed peacefully until dawn, when Wei Yixiao suddenly came to invite them, saying he had a brilliant plan to defeat the enemy.

When everyone gathered together, it was Fan Yao, the Right Envoy of Light, who appeared. He did not mention how he discovered Cheng Kun's conspiracy, and the series of events that led him to infiltrate the Ruyang Prince's Mansion at the cost of disfiguring himself. He only said that the four major sects had been poisoned by the strange poison "Ten Fragrant Soft Tendon Powder" from the Western Regions. In order to save people, they had to find the corresponding antidote.

Although Yu Lianzhou and the others had little contact with the Ming Cult before, Yang Xiao and Fan Yao were known as the "Two Immortals of Xiaoyao" in the martial arts world, and were also recognized as handsome men. Seeing their painstaking efforts, they couldn't help but admire them secretly.

"Deer are fond of women, cranes are fond of wine, what good things could they possibly have?"

Fan Yao, however, didn't take it seriously at all. He explained the situation in Ruyang Prince's Mansion and Wan'an Temple in detail, and then devised a plan with Yang Xiao. Since their whereabouts had already been exposed, they might as well act quickly and catch Zhao Min off guard.

"Brother Fan went to drink with Hebi Weng and tried to find out which of the two Xuanming Elders had the antidote for the Ten Fragrance Softening Powder. Wei Fuwang went to the Ruyang Prince's Mansion and kidnapped the Ruyang Prince's beloved concubine to frame Lu Zhangke."

Yang Xiao was overjoyed to be reunited with his sworn brother Fan Yao. He laughed and said, "I would like to trouble you again, Master Song, Master Song, Yu the Second Hero of Wudang, Zhang the Fourth Hero, and Mo the Seventh Hero to provide support near Wan'an Temple. As soon as we see the fire in the tower, it means that the people of the four major sects have obtained the antidote. At that time, with the help of both inside and outside, we will surely succeed."

The plan was decided, and after repeated deliberations, everyone realized there was no better way. They immediately split up and waited until nightfall to act together.

Song Qingshu returned to the inn to wait. He knew what was going on, so he remained calm and casually told Xiao Zhao some jokes to relieve his boredom. Before he knew it, it was getting dark.

"Sir, someone is looking for you outside."

Sure enough, it came.

Zhao Min has connections throughout the capital and knows Song Qingshu's appearance, so finding him would be a piece of cake. With no one guarding Wan'an Temple, it should be even easier to succeed.

"Xiao Zhao, come with me."

The two left the guest room and went to the lobby, where Zhao Min and Fan Yao were visiting. Seeing Song Qingshu's indifferent expression, Zhao Min asked without hesitation, "It seems nothing can surprise Young Master Song." Before Song Qingshu could speak, she continued, "It's not convenient to talk here. Would Young Master Song like to accompany me to the tavern next door for a few drinks?"

Song Qingshu glanced at Fan Yao, who was standing behind Zhao Min, staring intently at Xiao Zhao with an incredulous expression. He immediately coughed lightly and said, "Miss Zhao, isn't it a bit presumptuous of you to only bring this monk with you?"

Reminded by this, Fan Yao immediately realized what was happening and looked away, then shook his head imperceptibly, indicating that he had not yet succeeded on his end.

"Young Master Song, there's no need to provoke me. If you truly wish to take the life of a mere woman like me, what use are a lot of experts?"

Zhao Min wasn't angry and walked out on her own. Song Qingshu followed with Xiao Zhao and soon arrived at a small, inconspicuous tavern not far away.

It was already late, and the tavern was empty except for the waiters. It was unclear whether Zhao Min had arranged it that way.

"Give me a hot pot, two pounds of mutton, and three pounds of liquor."

"Young Master Song, please sit down."

The two sat facing each other, with Fan Yao and Xiao Zhao standing behind them respectively. Song Qingshu, intending to help Fan Yao escape, waved his hand and said, "Xiao Zhao, go wait outside."

Seeing this, Zhao Min also asked the Bitter Monk to leave, wanting to spend some time alone with Song Qingshu.

Fan Yao was overjoyed, but still made several hand gestures to warn Zhao Min to be careful. He then gave Song Qingshu a deep look before striding away.

"Young Master Song, please!"

Zhao Min was very straightforward. She took the wine cup in front of Song Qingshu, filled it with wine for him, and then took a sip herself to prove that it was not poisoned.

Song Qingshu took the wine cup and looked at the rouge lip print left on it. Such a frank and passionate girl, no wonder Zhang Wuji was helpless when he met her.

"Miss Zhao, don't rush to drink. Just say what's on your mind."

Zhao Min glanced at him, feeling inexplicably bitter. She downed three cups in a row and remained silent with her head down.

After a while, the water in the hot pot slowly boiled, and steam rose up, making it difficult for the two people sitting at the same table to see each other's faces clearly.

With Zhao Min's three cups of liquor adding to her sorrow, a slight intoxication rose within her. In a fit of pique, she waved her hand fiercely, dispersing the steam, and stared wide-eyed at Song Qingshu.

"You surnamed Song, do you know who I am?"

Even though Fan Yao hadn't explicitly stated it, Song Qingshu knew that she was the daughter of the Prince of Ruyang, who held supreme power over the military in the Mongol court, and was bestowed the title of Princess Shaomin by the Emperor, Minmin Temur.

"Miss Zhao has revealed her identity as a princess. Does she intend to interrogate me?"

Zhao Min felt a sense of defeat when she realized that nothing could be hidden from Song Qingshu. Cheng Kun was captured, the attempt to take down the Wudang and Huashan sects at Yumen Pass failed unexpectedly, and then there was the martial arts competition at Wudang Mountain, the Black Jade Broken Ointment, and so on. It really made people suspect that Song Qingshu had the supernatural power of foresight.

However, if it weren't for this, Zhao Min, who is proud and always wants to have the upper hand, probably wouldn't be so fond of him.

"Young Master Song, I don't want to argue with you. I've only come to ask one question, so please answer truthfully." (End of Chapter)