The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 421 Struggle of Mind
Before Li Miao could finish speaking, An Ziyang continued.

“I understand, Commander.”

“I will inform His Majesty of this matter and search the city for the Yingzhou Celestials, at least one of them. This way, An Qisheng's condition will not be perfect, and once you wake up, you can kill him… but…”

He frowned.

but.

However, he could not possibly save all the remaining Yingzhou Celestials. An Qisheng would only be stronger than he was today... Even if Li Miao fully recovered from his injuries in the future, and there was no explosion to break through An Qisheng's protective true qi, could he really win?

Li Miao said with a smile.

"I will win."

"Alright, I'm about to go to sleep. You and Xiaomei take the Taoist priest from Wudang and head back to the palace."

"The rest is up to you before I wake up."

An Ziyang and Mei Qinghe held back their tears and clasped their hands in a gesture of respect.

"Yes!"

Li Miao smiled and closed her eyes.

The next moment, his senses of touch, hearing, sight, and smell shattered like glass into dust, slowly dissipating from his perception. The smell of smoke, the sound of burning, and the tactile sensation of ashes falling on his body gradually faded away.

Darkness enveloped the surroundings.

After a moment, a salty sea breeze blew in front of him, and Mercury was blown onto his face by the wind. The sound of the waves gradually grew louder, and he could feel the rough sand rubbing against his feet.

Li Miao opened her eyes.

sea.

He stood on the beach.

Black seawater, black sand, black storm.

He came to this beach once again.

This time, however, he was not alone on the beach.

Li Miao turned to look into the distance, where someone was standing.

With long arms and a slender waist, a heroic face, and black hair flowing down to his waist, swaying gently in the wind, his strong muscles were faintly visible beneath, and countless scars covered his body, adding to his murderous aura.

It's like looking in a mirror.

But Li Miao just smiled and said...

"What, you've arrived at the host's house without saying hello... Master Zheng? Or perhaps you'd be more comfortable being called An Qisheng?"

The man said nothing.

Li Miao shrugged indifferently and walked towards him.

The "An Qisheng" that appeared in his mind was An Qisheng himself, or rather, a part of An Qisheng.

Why was An Qisheng able to escape, and why did Li Miao fall into a deep sleep? The reason lies here—An Qisheng planted a "sexual seed" in him, interfering with his cultivation and causing problems with his Xuanlan (a skill in divination), before severely injuring the old Taoist and fleeing.

The struggle continues.

The second half, however, will unfold in Li Miao's mind.

If this An Qisheng is killed, the real An Qisheng can no longer be fulfilled. But if Li Miao is killed by An Qisheng in his mind, his body will also be possessed by An Qisheng, becoming an alter ego like Liu Jin.

Li Miao slowly approached An Qisheng.

"You're not like you are in reality now, so you should be able to talk, right? Don't you want to have a few words with me before you die?"

he said with a smile.

In his mind, An Qisheng no longer appeared as a frail old man, but rather as someone with an appearance almost identical to Li Miao, except that he had black hair while Li Miao had silver hair; otherwise, there was no difference.

The two were like twins.

After Li Miao took a few steps forward, An Qisheng slowly spoke.

Do you recognize me?

Li Miao raised an eyebrow.

"I've ripped out your lungs, and you're asking me if I know you?"

An Qisheng remained silent and did not answer.

However, this place is Li Miao's mental image. Although Li Miao is not clear about the details of this place, he can instinctively sense An Qisheng's emotions.

Disappointment and sorrow.

It seemed that Li Miao's answer just now had shattered one of his expectations.

This made Li Miao frown. An Qisheng wasn't speaking to him; he must have thought Li Miao was someone else. This reminded him of the conversation Ji Tianrui had with him after the Battle of the Imperial Mausoleum—her first question was, "Do you remember your past life?"

At that time, Ji Tianrui was also testing whether he was another person.

Ji Tianrui has only one enemy.

There is only one reason why Wudang cooperated with Li Miao.

The legendary mentor of An Qisheng, the opportunity for him to attain enlightenment, the imagined enemy of Ji Tianrui, and the reason for the disappearance of the two patriarchs, Bodhidharma and Zhang Sanfeng, which Wudang and Shaolin have been searching for for thousands of years—"The Old Man on the River".

"Could it be that the cult leader's talk of reincarnation is actually true?"

Li Miao twirled his fingers in thought, then let out a cold laugh.

"If it were someone else, they would probably really have to think about it, but I don't need to. In this life and the last, I am Li Miao. No one is worthy to be my past life except myself."

Once he made up his mind, he continued to approach An Qisheng.

"Speaking of which, we're related by marriage. Since you're here, would it be convenient for you to answer a few questions for me?"

An Qisheng remained silent.

Li Miao said with a smile.

"You've cultivated the Profound Insight Technique for a thousand years. Although you haven't reached the other two realms of sexual cultivation, your accumulation of sexual energy should be unprecedented... Do you know where you are?"

He spread his hands, gesturing to the dark sandy beach around him.

An Qisheng remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking.

"sex."

"This is your sex."

"It is also the stillness you have not yet mastered."

Once he opened his mouth, it was as if a music box that had been sealed for many years had its pipes opened, the dust wiped away, and he gradually became normal again, even his expression began to become more vivid.

"Blackwater, haven't you thought of anything?"

Li Miao raised an eyebrow.

"Kidney fluid?"

An Qisheng remained silent, tacitly agreeing with Li Miao's answer.

Li Miao closed his eyes and let out a long breath.

"Heh...that's really true."

"The generation of kidney water and the transformation of turbid essence are precisely the Black Water. I had a slight guess before, but I never dared to think that this boundless Black Sea was my true nature."

He clenched his fist and looked at it.

The blood vessels under the skin bulge.

When he broke through to the Xuanlan realm, he was injured by a eunuch from the Eastern Depot. The injury was reflected here, and the liquid flowing from his wound was as black as seawater.

He had suspected it since then, but he wasn't sure.

Whose sex can form a boundless ocean?

Even Zhang Sanfeng and Bodhidharma probably couldn't do it.

Li Miao is indeed an anomaly. The closer he gets to the foundation of this world and the more secrets he knows, the more his abnormality becomes, rather than disappearing.

No wonder you think I'm a different person.

Li Miao shook his head.

"But I'm sorry to disappoint you, I am who I am."

An Qisheng spoke slowly.

"I see."

"You are not the one I'm waiting for."

"So, I will kill you."

Li Miao's lips curled up.

"Is the conversation over?"

"Fine, I'm tired of saying all this."

He raised his hand to his shoulder and shook his neck.

"Shall we continue?"

boom! ! !
The next instant, sand and gravel flew out, and the two collided again!
(End of this chapter)