The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 556 Nian Liu
"Nianliu - floating boat."

Miyoshi Ryota murmured.

Sword techniques that had been dormant in history for hundreds of years suddenly reappeared!

"what!"

Li Miao laughed and reached out to grab it. With a bang, a nearby grave mound exploded, and the memorial tablet buried inside flew into his hand. Li Miao then grabbed the tablet and slammed it down on the madman's hand!

Swish!
The memorial tablet was cut in two!

"Uhhhhhh!"

Just now, Li Miao had pressed him down on the memorial tablet, and he was already screaming in agony. Now, as he personally cut the tablet in half, the madman let out an extremely shrill howl and reached out to grab the broken tablet.

He had just pounced into the air.

Bang!
The memorial tablet, broken in two, shattered into a fine dust at his fingertips.

Li Miao raised his left index finger to his lips and blew on it.

"Are you angry?"

"Torture, to put it bluntly, is about destroying a person's spirit little by little. In this respect, madmen are much easier to interrogate than ordinary people—because they simply don't hide their weaknesses."

“Exposing your vitals to someone like me can be fatal.”

He suddenly grabbed to the side!
The grave mound exploded, and another memorial tablet flew into Li Miao's hands.

Bang!
Through the madman's tear-filled eyes, Li Miao crushed the wooden plaque into pieces, sending wood chips flying and the name on it falling into the muddy water.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

The madman roared.

boom!
A massive surge of true energy exploded outwards, pushing aside the dust and smoke beneath his feet. The madman vanished from his spot and reappeared before Li Miao in an instant, his hand aimed directly at Li Miao's chest.

Thoughts flow like water and moon.

clang!
The hand strike slammed into Li Miao's protective aura, causing his fingertips to bend inch by inch. The first two joints of his middle, index, and ring fingers broke off, revealing the snow-white finger bones.

The madman is very strong, but overall he is only on par with the Celestials of the same path. He may be a threat to others, but in front of Li Miao’s [Myriad Manifestations], he is still like a mantis trying to stop a chariot – this is an insurmountable barrier that Zhu Shoujing and nearly ten other elders could not break through!

Li Miao didn't even take a step back or make any dodging movement; he simply reached out and threw a punch to the side.

boom!
Another grave mound, along with its wooden sign, exploded.

The madman's eyes were bloodshot.

Li Miao's torment of him was not without reason. Although he had gone mad, he was still a celestial being, and a proper celestial being who had cultivated the lineage of Master Jianzhen and possessed true qi within his body. Even if he did nothing, his true qi would circulate within his body on its own.

Li Miao slapped him just now for two reasons: first, to wake him from his daze, and second, to stimulate his internal energy circulation through the wound, thereby restoring his combat strength.

The triple shock of pain, internal energy, and witnessing the destruction of the memorial tablet, while failing to restore his sanity, was enough to make him use the swordsmanship etched into his instincts—and that was exactly what Li Miao wanted.

"kill……"

Lips quivering.

"kill……"

Same thing.

"Kill ah ah ah ah!!!"

Thoughts flow—severed! Dragonfly! Against the wind!

Fingers, palms, and wrists struck the protective aura in turn, turning into a rain of blood.

"Kill them all!!!"

Thoughts flow—moonlight! Floating boat! Mountain shade!
Whenever the madman's attacks paused, Li Miao would smash a grave mound; whenever a hint of confusion appeared in the madman's eyes, Li Miao would place a memorial tablet in front of him.

It's hard to call it an attack, because it couldn't cause Li Miao any harm. In his delirium, he couldn't use his healing techniques. Only his arm was worn away inch by inch, and his white bone marrow was splattered with blood and flesh until his collarbone was completely bare.

The blood had already outlined the transparent protective aura in front of Li Miao, and the madman's breathing gradually became erratic.

Nanako had already turned around.

Ryota Miyoshi also looked reluctant, but every time he tried to close his eyes, Shiro would sneer.

"You keep talking about revenge, but when others do it for you, you don't even dare to watch?"

Ryota Miyoshi hesitated.

"But, since there's no concrete evidence yet, even if your speculation is true, he was just deceived—"

Lu Wushuang said coldly.

"Same."

"He appeared at Toshodai-ji Temple, wearing a monk's robe, and then converted to Enryaku-ji Temple. Even if he was deceived, he is now your enemy. What further evidence do you need?"

“This is not a government office, and you are not a judge. Revenge is not child’s play, so what evidence do you need?” Miyoshi Ryota closed his eyes.

While I cannot completely agree with this, the circumstantial evidence presented about this madman is enough to support his identity as a traitor.

Li Miao's "trial" is also nearing its end.

"One more trick."

Li Miao crossed his arms and smiled.

"There should be one last move in the Nianliu lineage. There should be one last acupoint in the information left by Master Jianzhen."

"Why not?"

The madman did not answer.

His arms had been completely shattered during the attack, leaving only two bare shoulder pieces connected to his collarbone. Without the replenishment of healing techniques, he had almost lost all his blood, and his life was hanging by a thread, ready to collapse at any moment—no, he was already on the verge of collapse.

His toes buckled and he fell forward.

Yes, he was a madman, a madman whose mind had been shattered by reality. His frenzied attack on Li Miao was simply out of some kind of instinct rooted in his heart.

Or rather, what is attacking Li Miao now is merely the remains of a disciple of the original sword technique—the Nian Liu lineage; he lacks the willpower to keep fighting with his broken body.

With just one more breath, he would collapse to the ground and die completely.

"Ah."

Li Miao smiled.

Did I give you permission to die?

He raised his hands and then pressed them down.

"Black Pole - Floating Pagoda".

There was no burst of sword energy, only a spray of true energy, and most of the force was contained.

But that was enough to level all the graves in the courtyard.

boom!
Dust and smoke filled the air.

Li Miao raised his hand and waved away the dust.

The moment the dust settled, the madman appeared in front of Li Miao, raising his right arm, which was less than an inch long, and comically slashing down at Li Miao.

But this one action made Lu Wushuang's eyes widen in surprise.

"Knife?"

In the dim light, she seemed to see a katana hanging high in the air, extending from the semi-transparent arm and slashing down at Li Miao.

But when she listened intently, she couldn't hear a single sound.

"Hallucination?"

"No, it's sexual cultivation! Similar to the miraculous powers of Jizhao!"

"Lord be careful!"

Swish!
The illusory katana slashed down, piercing through Li Miao's body.

puff.

The madman fell.

"grown ups!"

Lu Wushuang rushed to Li Miao's side and looked him up and down carefully.

"Why didn't you dodge? Your internal energy cultivation is extraordinary; it might not be something that true qi can withstand! What if you were really injured!"

Li Miao smiled and patted the spotless shoulder.

"It's nothing. A madman's sexual skills are like a rootless duckweed, just a facade."

"The second key to unlocking the seed of Bodhidharma has been found."

He glanced at the corpse lying on the ground.

"Be smart in a bit, stay as far away as you can, I might not be able to look after you."

"?"

boom!
Lu Wushuang was puzzled by Li Miao's words when suddenly a loud noise came from behind, cutting off Li Miao's voice.

Then, the sound of rapid breathing, along with the roar of flapping wings and hissing, reached my ears on the wind.

(End of this chapter)