The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 425 Struggle of the Heart (Part 3)
An Qisheng was sent flying like a spinning top by this sudden punch. In mid-air, his protective inner energy extended again, piercing the sand and forcefully pulling him back to the ground.

After landing, An Qisheng raised his hand and wiped his face.

It was all wet.

Blackwater.

Li Miao injured his body for the first time.

The moment Li Miao's fist touched the protective aura surrounding his head, he heard an extremely short and piercing sound—the sound of countless sharp teeth scraping through the protective aura.

His protective aura wasn't "shattered," but rather "scraped apart."

An Qisheng looked up.

Li Miao was slowly standing up from the ground.

Silver hair was soaked in black water, mottled with black and white, extending down the neck and cascading down, vaguely revealing the upturned corners of the mouth and the gleaming white teeth within.

My gaze traveled down the neck.

This was undoubtedly a near-perfect physique, with long, slender legs, broad shoulders, and a narrow waist, covered with firm yet not bulky muscles, a perfect balance of bone and flesh. Truly a model of exceptional physical talent, honed by An Qisheng over a millennium.

But now it's terrifying.

The sharp teeth that were previously distributed all over his body had disappeared at some point. However, from the wounds pierced by invisible true energy, one could see that countless sharp teeth were slowly curling inside.

Li Miao reached out and placed his hand on her shoulder.

There was an invisible true energy of An Qisheng there, which had just been broken off and remained in his body, restricting his movements.

Long, slender fingers grasped the end of the invisible true energy—and then pressed down sharply! They forced it into the body!
The next instant, countless sharp teeth beneath the skin swarmed over like a swarm of sharks attracted by the smell of blood, grinding, biting, and scraping until they finally destroyed it completely.

"what--"

Li Miao slowly straightened up.

Clang—clang—

Dozens of weapons imbued with true energy, which had pierced through his joints and internal organs, broke off, fell onto the beach, and disappeared into black water.

"Comfortable."

"It's easy to imagine these things outside the body, but it's quite difficult to imagine a mechanism inside the body that makes muscles drive sharp teeth to roll."

"I was distracted and made you think you were going to win. I'm sorry."

Li Miao tilted his head, reached out and touched his chest; the huge gash that had been pierced by the flute instantly healed. Only then did he smile and look at An Qisheng.

Initially, he wanted to simply imagine a giant Ivan being blasted to death by An Qisheng. But when he actually tried to put it into practice, he found it was simply impossible... at least he couldn't do it.

In both his past and present lives, Li Miao has never been a scholar.

Someone who can't even recite the periodic table shouldn't expect to create anything ahead of its time. Otherwise, by the 28th year of the Great Shuo era, the Embroidered Uniform Guard would have already replaced their Embroidered Spring Blades with the C91-style blunt-handled rifles.

So he changed his approach.

His greatest skill is killing.

When it comes to understanding the structure of the human body, no one in the world can surpass him.

In terms of understanding mental images and accumulating martial arts techniques, he could not compare to An Qisheng. But in terms of the breadth of his thinking and the vastness of his knowledge, An Qisheng, an ancient man from a thousand years ago, could not compare to him, this "extraterrestrial demon".

Your protective qi is very strong, right?
Can it withstand a shredder?
So you're going to suck my flesh and blood, huh?
Then from the moment it pierces your body, chew it up and devour it along with your weapon and inner energy. If one mouth isn't enough, add a thousand more; if one tooth breaks, add ten thousand more.

In short, the combination of extremely limited knowledge, Li Miao's profound understanding of the human body, and the few exotic books he had read in his previous life, ultimately led to the current results.

Li Miao's complexion gradually returned to normal from pale.

At the same time, the memories brought about by consuming An Qisheng's "sex" reappeared in his mind.

fishing village.

A dilapidated thatched house.

Two corpses lay on the ground, a man and a woman, with two gashes in their chests, open like a baby's mouth, revealing a layer of yellow fat and pale sternum.

Two soldiers dressed in black armor were conversing in the Qin language.

"The last household?"

"Yes, the emperor wants to carve a stone in Langya, and those alchemists will also set sail from here to seek immortality for the emperor... The prime minister has ordered that all the Qi people here must be relocated, and this is the last household that is unwilling to leave." The two soldiers turned their heads, glanced left and right, and after confirming that there were no living creatures in the house, they turned and left.

After a long while, An Qisheng crawled out from the pile of dry grass in the corner, squatted down beside the two corpses, and reached out to push them.

"Father, mother..."

I shook it for a long time, but there was no response.

But he kept shaking.

Until the blood on the ground began to turn black and smelly, mosquitoes and flies flew over following the smell.

An Qisheng raised his hand to swat away the mosquitoes and flies. But hunger made him weak, and he stumbled and fell forward.

But she fell into someone's arms.

An Qisheng raised his head and looked at the blurry face.

The man seemed to say something, but An Qisheng couldn't hear him clearly. A hand patted his head twice, then turned back to his robes, took out a scroll of bamboo slips, and placed it in his hand.

An Qisheng grasped the bamboo scroll.

That is the power of revenge.

When he looked up again, the person had disappeared.

Just as when he appeared, it was without warning, like a hallucination or a ghost.

An Qisheng set fire to his house, burning it down along with his parents' corpses. Finally, he scooped up a handful of ashes from the embers, swallowed them, and turned to leave.

The scene changes.

An Qisheng's perspective had broadened considerably, and his hands had grown to the size of an adult's, with thick calluses on his palms.

Beside him, a refined young man smiled.

He'll be there soon.

He asked An Qisheng.

"Brother Zheng, are you ready?"

An Qisheng's voice was hoarse yet firm.

"I have been preparing for this for twenty years."

He swung the large iron hammer in his hand, looked at the six-horse carriage slowly approaching in the distance, let out a long breath—and then suddenly threw the large iron hammer!

He successfully smashed the carriage.

But then a second, a third, a fourth... slowly came into his view.

At the same time, he heard the young man shouting.

"escape!"

The scene changed again.

An Qisheng returned to Langya, to the site of his old home.

The original thatched hut had long since burned to ashes, and the parents' remains had seeped into the soil, leaving only a patch of weeds.

An Qisheng gazed into the distance at the towering Langya Terrace, slowly rubbing the hem of his robe—he knew his enemy was there, but he couldn't reach him.

After a while, a shout came from behind.

"Junior Brother Zheng, what are you looking at?"

He turned to look.

A middle-aged man with a delicate face, dressed in a Taoist robe, walked over with a smile and waved to him.

He remained silent for a moment, then bowed respectfully.

"Senior Brother Xu."

"Are you ready to set sail for the emperor to search for immortals?"

(End of this chapter)