The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 462 Two Hearts
An Qisheng stared at Li Miao in astonishment, uttering words of disbelief.

He finally understood everything.

Li Miao possesses two paths to the Profound Realm.

The journey was inspired by Nanjing, where he connected with "Mesenchal Blade," gaining complete control over his own body, exchanging injury for strength, and fighting to the death—a phenomenon that could be described as the extraordinary power of "Underlying Force."

The other path is exactly the same as his, connecting with "Sumeru", releasing true energy outward to transform it into substance and make it harder than diamond, which can be called the divine phenomenon of "all phenomena".

However, unlike him who transformed his protective true energy into weapons, Li Miao's [Myriad Manifestations] did not appear outside his body, but directly inside his body—he fused the two divine powers, transforming his protective true energy into muscles, tendons, and bones, filling his body with them.

That extraordinary brute force.

The bizarre thing is that even with severed limbs, one can still continue to make moves.

This is the result of the fusion and combined effect of these two mystical paths.

Even though it was a conclusion he had reached himself, a result he had deduced from what he had seen with his own eyes, An Qisheng found it hard to accept.

"Two routes of Xuanlan? How is that possible!"

“The Xuanlan realm varies from person to person. Even if one cultivates the Xuanlan that connects with the same path of life cultivation, it is impossible for them to have exactly the same divine abilities... So how can he have two paths of Xuanlan! How can one person have two hearts!”

"Even Zhang Sanfeng and Bodhidharma could never be as strange as him!"

His mind raced, and his expression shifted between light and dark.

Li Miao raised his hand and placed it on his shoulder, then pressed down sharply.

click.

Like locking a spring, the arm was pressed back, and the open wound disappeared.

"Ah... I just learned it recently, so I'm not very proficient yet."

"What, you understand now?"

Li Miao tilted his head and smiled.

"who are you?"

An Qisheng said in a hoarse voice.

"you guess?"

Li Miao said with a smile.

An Qisheng couldn't guess it.

As he said, a person cannot have two hearts—except for Li Miao.

He really does have two hearts.

In the storm within his mind, he saw his other heart, the one that had been dormant within him since the day he transmigrated.

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Let's turn back the clock to the end of the debate on mental imagery.

Li Miao, carrying the body parts of Zheng Anqi and the others, leaped out of the sea and into the slowly swirling storm.

It felt as if we had passed through some kind of barrier.

Everything around them fell silent instantly.

The sounds of the wind and the tides have all vanished.

There was no wind, no water, only pitch blackness where you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

In the darkness, Li Miao saw a living person.

A beggar.

He said to Li Miao, "Give me back my body."

Li Miao grinned menacingly, picked up the body parts in his hand, and slammed them down.

"You win, I die; I win, you die!"

"If you want it, come and take it yourself!"

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Li Miao slowly relaxed his shoulders.

Although he had also mastered the [Myriad Manifestations] technique, he neither liked nor was proficient in An Qisheng's method of use. It wasn't that he was unskilled in using weapons, but in actual combat, he preferred to use his fists. Moreover, that method was incompatible with his own [Inner Strength].

The methods he used in the battle of mental images inspired him.

The extraordinary nature of "Underlying Strength" lies in exchanging self-inflicted harm for greater power, and a strength that becomes even more ferocious after injury. But an injury is an injury; missing flesh and limbs won't regenerate on their own. But what if it were replaced with something else?
If something tougher than bones and muscles were used to fill the flesh, would it make the body stronger?
He can transform himself within his mental imagery because of his understanding of the human body and the ability to create anything within it. The "All Things" provides the foundation for him to bring that method into reality.

The combination of these two factors has shaped Li Miao into who she is today.

However, seeing his hair turn silver-white again, it was clear that this technique could not be used casually. Only after entering the "eight hours" could he activate both Xuanlan techniques simultaneously.

"I had only just escaped this time limit, and I've already been brought back to my original form... It seems that until I master the next stage of my cultivation, everything will have to remain the same."

Li Miao thought to himself, then looked up at An Qisheng.

Raise your hand.

"Come on, weren't you very confident just now?"

"They came to the capital and caused a ruckus, turning my territory into a mess, and bullied me while I was unconscious... Didn't they just want to fight me to the death? Why are they suddenly not moving?"

His lips curled up, revealing his gleaming white teeth as he exhaled hot breath.

"You're not afraid, are you?"

"Don't worry, I will not only kill you, but I will also kill your master in the future. That so-called River Elder, when he shows up, I will send him down to meet you. At that time, I will chop your two corpses into mincemeat and mix them together, which can be considered as 'master and disciple as one'."

"It wasn't for nothing that you traveled all that way to come to my face to die."

An Qisheng suddenly spoke in a hoarse voice.

"You can't kill Master."

"You can't kill me either."

"Over the past thousand years, I have seen countless people. Bodhidharma and Zhang Sanfeng have all turned into a handful of dust. Before my master, you are but one of countless ants—how dare you speak so arrogantly?"

"I'll deal with you, you madman, on behalf of my master!"

Only when the topic of his father-in-law on the river was brought up did An Qisheng finally reveal his true emotions. Half of his face had already been smashed by Li Miao, and now, with his face contorted in rage, he looked like a demon.

With a flick of his wrist, he charged forward, swords in hand!

Strike straight at Li Miao!

Li Miao scoffed.

"Finally, he seems like a living person. That's good."

"It's only fun killing living people!"

A single punch blocked!
The fish intestines ripped through flesh and blood, slashing into the fist!
clang! ——

It produced a sound like metal clashing, and was smashed open by a punch!

An Qisheng had anticipated that Li Miao's body was now filled with protective true qi condensed into tendons and bones, making it difficult for the Fish Intestine to break through. However, he was not discouraged. Taking advantage of the Fish Intestine's stabbing attack as cover, Madam Xu's sword silently pierced Li Miao's waist and abdomen.

"You can block external objects, but can you block internal poisons?"

"This sword contains countless fragments of true energy. Once it pierces the body, it will travel through the meridians and throughout the entire body. It is a poisonous weapon that is specifically designed to kill celestial beings—and is especially effective against a reckless brute like you who only knows how to fight for your life!"

The sword pierced into flesh in the blink of an eye.

Li Miao didn't dodge at all; instead, he grinned maliciously and punched him in the side.

An Qisheng slightly shifted his body, and Madam Xu's sword leaped forward once more!
It's worth it to trade injury for life!

*Sizzle—Bang!*

The sword pierced his waist and abdomen, while his fist grazed his left rib.

Blood and flesh splattered everywhere!
An Qisheng had half of his ribs knocked off by this punch. The force was transmitted throughout his body, and he was sent flying, spitting out a mouthful of blood in mid-air.

But his eyes only showed joy.

It hit! Madam Xu's sword pierced Li Miao's body!
With the vigorous blood and energy of the four celestial beings, the fragments of true energy could circulate throughout his body in an instant—he looked at Li Miao, wanting to see a look of regret on his face.

But their gaze fell on nothing.

The next moment, Li Miao's mocking voice came from below him.

Why do you think this tactic would work on me?

Have you forgotten my own profound understanding?

"Absolute control over one's own body—if you can't even control your own blood, what kind of absolute control is that?"

An Qisheng's pupils suddenly contracted.

The next instant, claws gripped his left leg.

They suddenly pulled him down from the air!
(End of this chapter)