The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 411 Sword Twenty-Three
An Ziyang felt increasingly heavy-hearted, but his face became even more arrogant.

"You want me to be buried with you?"

He squinted and glanced around.

"What a loud tone!"

"Two summits, seven peaks to climb, ten moon-gazing moments, and that's it?"

"Ah!"

He gave a mocking laugh.

"Two idiots leading a bunch of useless people, what, do they think they're not shit just because they're piled up?"

"Qiao Cailian, is your bottom all better?"

"You stinking monk, didn't the commander hit you hard enough on the head last time?"

He suddenly roared.

"You've all forgotten the pain once the wound has healed, haven't you?!"

"Those who know what's good for them, get out of here now, and I'll omit a few names from your families when I report. Those who stay—just wait to be wiped out!"

Having said that, he turned around, flicked his sleeve, and walked away slowly.

The dozen or so experts were stunned for a moment.

They were indeed afraid; Li Miao's actions on Mount Song had truly etched fear into the hearts of every one of them.

But along with fear arose greed.

"How come he was able to cultivate to this level!"

"Why can't I dominate the martial arts world like him!"

"why why!"

They couldn't comprehend Li Miao's extraordinary talent, nor could they know about his "eight-hour workday." So they could only speculate in the direction they were most familiar with—that Li Miao possessed a peerless martial arts manual.

Yingzhou went along with their guess.

Liu Jin turned his conjecture into reality.

The thought of reaching Li Miao's level of cultivation... transformed all their fear into greed. Sending disciples to scout ahead was the maximum level of patience they could muster. But now, the real treasure was laid out before them.

They couldn't hold back any longer.

The martial arts world, which had been suppressed by the imperial court for nearly two hundred years, could no longer hold back.

"Hand over the complete Xuanlan martial arts manual!"

"We can't let him get away!"

"Come die!"

With a chorus of angry shouts, more than a dozen top-tier experts and two Celestial Realm cultivators suddenly pounced on An Ziyang.

An Ziyang, who had been strolling leisurely, suddenly took off running!
“Fuck fuck fuck!”

"The Eastern Depot is a piece of shit, and the Jianghu is full of idiots!"

Stepping into the second courtyard, he pressed himself against the wall.

"Eat shit, you lot!"

boom! ! !
The ground suddenly rose, and thousands of kilograms of "golden juice" burst forth like a yellow dragon, swirling towards the experts!

The two celestial beings' expressions changed, and they quickly retreated.

The remaining dozen or so top-tier experts were already roaring and opening their mouths in anger. How could they possibly dodge this attack that was so close yet encompassed all directions?

Immediately—"Ugh!"

"Ugh—you scoundrel!"

I'll vomit at you!

An Ziyang raised his middle finger behind him, held up his iron umbrella to block the filth falling from above, and continued running wildly.

This method, though damaging, is limited to the psychological level. At most, the excrement of a few constipated people might leave a gash on the foreheads of a few experts, but it cannot restrict their actions.

What's more, there are two celestial beings among them!
Sure enough, the next moment, Qiao Cailian's voice, filled with hatred, rang out behind An Ziyang.

"Run, run! Weren't you so arrogant because of Li Miao the other day? Now that he's not here, try being arrogant like me again—"

"Eat shit, you!"

An Ziyang rolled up the iron umbrella and flicked the filth off its surface behind him.

He hoped that Qiao Cailian would consider her reputation and dodge away.

But Qiao Cailian did not.

She waved her hand to clear away the filth with her inner energy, not caring that her sleeves were already covered in it, and drew her sword to stab An Ziyang in the side!

On Mount Song, the humiliation of having her sword broken and stuck in her buttocks by Li Miao, and the hatred that had kept her from leaving the house for the past six months, had overwhelmed her reason—she had truly disregarded her dignity!

The tip of the sword was already close to An Ziyang's vest in the blink of an eye!

The Gu worms were swept away by the sword energy, and the hidden weapons were deflected by the true energy. Even the heretical and unorthodox methods were powerless before the celestial beings.

Seeing the sword tip pierce through the clothes and touch the skin, and the sword energy already seeping into the meridians—An Ziyang suddenly shouted!

"Sister Mei, save me!"

Uh-huh! ——

A cold glint suddenly appeared!

A jet-black sword blade shot out from the shadows and pierced Qiao Cailian's heart with lightning speed!

Qiao Cailian's eyes shifted from anger to astonishment, and then from astonishment to disbelief in an instant.

"Heaven...human?"

She looked along the blade embedded in her chest, her gaze climbing up her arm, finally settling on a beautiful yet cold face.

She knew this person; he was one of the four commanders under Li Miao, the one who appeared the least but killed the most, a true disciple of the previous generation of the Huashan Sect, and now a commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard.

But at the same time, he was also the person she least expected.

Mei Qinghe.

Mei Qinghe had just reached the summit not long ago.

"What...what's that move called...?"

Qiao Cailian raised her hand, trembling, and pressed it against the sword on her chest.

puff.

Mei Qinghe sheathed her sword and answered coldly.

"Kill yourself before you kill others."

"Sword Twenty-Three".

As she spoke, blood flowed from all seven of her orifices, and her right hand, which was holding the sword, instantly cracked, with five fingernails detaching from the flesh and falling to the ground. Her sleeves fell off like grains of sand.

Qiao Cailian nodded.

"I see."

The body crashed to the ground.

An Ziyang suddenly pounced on Mei Qinghe, tapped her neck several times, and then pulled out a handful of wriggling Gu worms from his pocket and stuffed them into Mei Qinghe's mouth.

Mei Qinghe, who had been as cold as ice just moments before, turned pale instantly and instinctively backed away, covering her mouth.

"If I don't eat now, you'll die. How am I supposed to explain this to the commander? This isn't the time to be sentimental. There's a bunch of madmen covered in shit chasing us!"

Without thinking twice, An Ziyang pulled Mei Qinghe's hand away and shoved the handful of Gu worms into her mouth. Before she could even gag, he pressed a finger against her throat and forced her to swallow.

Then he hoisted Mei Qinghe onto his shoulder and dashed forward as fast as he could.

"How's it going at Wanggongchang?"

"Ugh... Yingzhou is impersonating the commander, and the old Wudang Taoist is fighting."

"Then there's no need to worry, but there are many people from Yingzhou, there's definitely more than just this one... Did he say anything?"

"He wanted to kill indiscriminately, assassinate high-ranking officials, massacre civilians, and frame the commander."

"Gan!"

An Ziyang's mind raced.

"His Majesty is in the palace, and the commander is going out to kill people tonight. Most of the people in Yingzhou should not be a concern for us... nor is it our place to worry about them."

"What we need to do is first take out some of these crazy martial arts practitioners, at least suppress their momentum, and prevent them from getting involved in the chaos, otherwise the capital may become a battlefield."

"do not care!"

An Ziyang shouted angrily.

"You said during the day that about half of the setup at Wanggongchang was completed, right?"

Mei Qinghe looked at Liao Xing catching up behind her, drew her sword, and nodded.

An Ziyang gritted his teeth.

"enough!"

How many more sword strikes can you deliver?

Mei Qinghe answered calmly.

"One sword to survive, two swords to die."

"That was a sword strike!"

An Ziyang turned around and jumped onto the roof.

"Follow my orders. Whoever I tell you to kill, you kill!"

(End of this chapter)