Chapter 119

The person heard Li Miao's arrogant words but did not move for a moment, even secretly preparing himself.

While guarding against Li Miao's move, he scanned up and down, searching for Li Miao's identity in his memory.

It can only be said that those who can reach the supreme level and be as reckless as Zuo Lishan are truly few.

Li Miao had stayed in Shuntian Prefecture for a long time and was already accustomed to hiding his Wu Gong. Unless it was a Heaven-Human realm expert, anyone looking at Li Miao would only think he was an ordinary person who had never practiced Wu Gong.

But if he were truly an ordinary person, how could he be at Shaolin Temple, meeting with Xingchi every day? How could he show such blatant contempt for a supreme expert?

There must be something he was relying on.

His heart moved, and the person was about to flash forward to put the sword on Yin Minjun's neck first. With a hostage, he could then come to ask questions.

But unexpectedly, just as his feet moved, his vision blurred.

Looking again, Yin Minjun and Li Miao had already disappeared.

"!!!"

The person's pupils shrank, and he retreated rapidly!

Before he had retreated three feet, a sharp pain suddenly came from his back.

Someone had used a grappling technique, five fingers deeply embedded into his flesh, locking his spine firmly in their palm.

Cold sweat broke out, his body stiffened, and he dared not move at all.

He heard Li Miao's indifferent voice from behind.

"Do you know?"

"The human body relies on the spine to disperse nerves, which eventually converge in the brain, to act and perceive."

"There are twenty-six vertebrae in the human body, from the back of the head to the buttocks. What I am pinching now is your thirteenth vertebra."

"From now on, I ask, you answer."

"You have three breaths of time to think of the answer; if you don't answer or lie, I will crush your thirteenth vertebra, then the twelfth, the eleventh... until only your head can move, and you completely become a useless person who cannot even control their own bowels."

"You can try to hold on; I also appreciate a tough bone."

"Perhaps when you hold on until the fifth or sixth bone is crushed, I will feel you are a man and let you go."

"You can try holding on and see."

Yin Minjun had just been held by Li Miao, and with a blur before her eyes, she appeared behind that person.

Hearing Li Miao's ruthless words, she not only did not feel unbearable, but instead felt her whole body go soft, almost falling into Li Miao's arms.

Ever since she achieved success in Wu Gong, she had always been the one protecting others.

When had she ever been held in someone's arms and protected?

Not to mention... she had originally intended to do that kind of thing tonight.

Li Miao did not let go, but continued indifferently.

"First question, your name."

"Three, two..."

"Zhu Yan! My name is Zhu Yan!"

The person spoke suddenly, not even bothering to lower his voice, shouting with his original voice.

Li Miao raised an eyebrow.

Because this person's voice was extremely young, probably less than thirty years old.

A supreme expert in his twenties had not appeared in the Wu Lin for many years. Zuo Lishan only achieved the supreme level in his late thirties, which was already a rare prodigy.

However, Li Miao did not hesitate at all and said coldly: "Fake."

Having said this, he suddenly exerted force with his hand.

Crack.

"Ah ah ah ah ah——!!!"

The person screamed suddenly, losing all strength below his chest, his upper body tilted, and he was about to fall to the ground.

But he stopped in mid-air.

At this moment, he was like a rag doll, his upper body swaying, his two hands grabbing wildly in the air, while his lower body was like a pile of rags, dragging left and right on the ground. Tears and snot were already streaming down his face, and he kept wailing in his mouth.

Li Miao did not break his word; after crushing his thirteenth vertebra, he pinched his twelfth vertebra and held him in mid-air.

"You still have three breaths of time, name."

"Three."

"Two."

"Yang Yueze! My name is Yang Yueze!"

The person spoke through the pain.

Li Miao did not soften his hand at all; with this, his Wu Gong could be considered ruined.

He had no feeling below his chest, and only his hands could move.

If it truly went on as Li Miao said, crushing his vertebrae one by one, he would truly become a useless person who could only move his head. To him, this was more terrifying than death.

"Yang Yueze... in the Wu Lin, there doesn't seem to be anyone like you."

"But this surname is familiar."

Li Miao thought for a moment and habitually wanted to twist his fingers.

Only now his right hand was holding Yin Minjun, and his left hand was pinching Yang Yueze's vertebra. For a moment, his right hand moved habitually.

He heard Yin Minjun give a soft exclamation.

Li Miao was holding Yin Minjun in his arms; in this posture, the position of his hand was a bit—not quite appropriate.

Li Miao smiled and let go of Yin Minjun.

Swish!

Yin Minjun flashed and went more than a zhang away.

No matter how determined she was, she was someone who had never experienced such things. Like Lord Ye who loved dragons, she now dared not approach Li Miao.

"Elder Yin, go rest first. I still have some questions to ask this person."

Li Miao turned his head and smiled at Yin Minjun.

"Whatever the matter, we'll talk tomorrow night."

Yin Minjun's face turned red, and she did not reply. With her head down, she used the Hengshan Sect's signature light-foot technique, "Ape Lord Somersault Cloud," and with a "whoosh," she darted into her room and slammed the door shut with a "bang."

Li Miao then turned back to look at Yang Yueze.

"The former Ming Cult leader Yang Lixuan, what is he to you?"

There were few people with the surname Yang in Great Shuo to begin with. If one were to talk about famous figures in the Wu Lin in recent years, it would be the Ming Cult leader before Ji Tianrui, Yang Lixuan.

A supreme expert in his twenties was shocking to the world and could not be someone without a foundation.

Sure enough, Yang Yueze spoke with hatred.

"He is my grandfather!"

"Oh, so that's it." Li Miao smiled.

"Then, second question: what are you doing at Shaolin?"

After Li Miao's move just now, Yang Yueze already understood that this person was a smiling tiger. He smiled on his face, spoke lightly, but his actions were extremely ruthless and would never show any mercy.

He carried a blood feud, and now that he had lost his lower body, he had lost most of his hope. If he were turned into a useless person by Li Miao, then these twenty-plus years of bitter cultivation would truly be wasted.

Without waiting for Li Miao to count, he spoke.

"I came to ask Xingchi a few questions."

"What questions?"

"Whether Ji Tianrui is still alive, what he took from Shaolin, and what level his Wu Gong has reached now."

"Then why did you come to find us?"

"Xingchi is a supreme expert of many years, and Shaolin's foundation is deep. I had no certainty, so I could only observe in secret and look for opportunities. Seeing you entering and leaving his residence these past few days, you should be clear about his situation, so I thought I would come to ask clearly first before making plans."

"How did you avoid my perception?"

"A Western Region spyglass (the ancient name for a telescope). I never approached Shaolin; I have been observing from the surrounding mountains."

"Do you have a grudge against Ji Tianrui?"

"Yes."

"I see." Li Miao smiled, and with a flick of his hand, threw the person down like a dog eating dirt.

The person struggled to turn over on the ground, endured the severe pain, and looked at Li Miao.

"Why didn't you say so earlier? I also have some business with Ji Tianrui."

"Tell me your story; if it's useful, I might just avenge your grudge for you."