Chapter 154

"It's a bit troublesome to explain."

Li Miao pinched his chin and rubbed it back and forth.

"You don't understand witchcraft and Gu, but because I have a foster daughter who plays with this stuff, I know a little bit."

"Let's put it this way."

Li Miao pointed at Yongjie, then pointed in the direction of Shaolin.

"Ge Puqi is dead, and the Gu insect is now being raised in Master Yongjie's heart."

"Gu insect dies, Ling'er dies."

"Gu insect doesn't die, in about seven or eight years, Ling'er will become the Miao King."

An Ziyang sighed.

"So that's how it is..."

There was still seven or eight years of time; as the Shaolin Abbot, Yongjie had a great chance of finding a way to crack it just within the Shaolin Temple.

Besides, Li Miao was only thirty-five years old; in seven or eight years, he might even become an immortal, so would he be afraid of not being able to solve a small Gu insect?

So An Ziyang wasn't very worried, but instead breathed a long sigh of relief.

Li Miao wasn't very worried about this either, and turned to look at An Ziyang.

"Master Yongjie still needs to adjust his breathing for a while; his martial arts were raised by taking an evil path, the price is not small, and he was exhausted just now, so just let him rest here."

"Let's go out and find the people of the Twelve Branches and have a chat."

The Miao King was dead, and the Gu insects stored in the Pupa Room were mostly destroyed, so the inheritance of witchcraft and Gu was basically cut off. Half of Li Miao's original purpose for coming to the Miao territory had been completed.

The rest was to find the Great Shamans of the Twelve Branches, get the method to solve the hidden danger on Li Xiaosi, and then deal with these people, and the Miao territory matter would be declared over.

An Ziyang, however, remembered something and said.

"Master, just now in the passage, I found a hollow space. It seems to be a secret room, deliberately hidden."

"Oh?"

Li Miao raised his eyebrows.

"Let's go, let's take a look."

So the two left Yongjie behind, went straight into the passage, and found the mark An Ziyang had made.

Li Miao squatted down and imprinted a palm on the ground.

A while later, he stood up.

"No mechanism, it's sealed inside."

"Rather than a secret room, it's more like a grave."

After saying that, he punched out, his internal energy restrained, only punching a hole in the ground that one person could enter. He also punched a sideways hole next to it, urging his internal energy to pour air inside.

Until the air blown out from the sideways hole no longer had a musty smell, Li Miao jumped down. An Ziyang lit a fire starter and followed closely behind.

The two went down to the ground and looked around by the firelight.

Seeing this, An Ziyang lowered his voice and whispered to Li Miao.

"Master, there is someone behind you."

Li Miao turned his head to look and smiled.

"A dead person."

"A dead person?"

An Ziyang was surprised and turned to look carefully.

He saw that person sitting cross-legged on a cushion, wearing hemp clothes, with his chest and belly exposed. His shoulders were broad, and his arms could almost hang to his knees. His frame was extremely majestic; just sitting there, he was level with An Ziyang's chest, and even Li Miao looked scholarly compared to him.

His hair was disheveled, and below were thick eyebrows like ink and sharp cheekbones. Although he was thin and bony, he was as majestic as a sick tiger.

However, An Ziyang looked carefully and found that there was a thin layer of dust on his body, his chest had no rise and fall, and his skin was flashing with an abnormal oily sheen.

An Ziyang smelled it carefully: "Wax?"

"Is this, a wax statue?"

"No, it's sealing the corpse in wax oil."

"Who is this person? Why would he be in a position so close to the Miao Pupa Room? And who preserved his corpse here?"

Li Miao was currently looking at a wall, and hearing An Ziyang's question, he turned back and smiled.

"You are young, and your family has no inheritance. He was already dead before you were born, so it's normal not to know."

Li Miao reached out and pointed at the person.

"This person's name is Yang Lixuan."

"He was the Ming Cult leader before Ji Tianrui, and also the last Ming Cult leader surnamed 'Yang'."

"It's him!?"

An Ziyang couldn't help but turn to look at this legendary figure.

If one were to argue about the most deserving person to die in the Jianghu over the past fifty years, there would be much debate. But if one were to ask who the most people wanted to kill, it was undoubtedly this Yang Lixuan.

When he was in the Jianghu back then, he confiscated more families than the Embroidered Uniform Guard.

You know how much he deserved to die.

Back then, Master Xingchi took the lead, and the five major sects joined forces to attack the Ming Cult. The experts of the five families didn't even want their faces, and they exhausted him for seven or eight rounds of wheel battles before killing him at the Ming Cult's main altar.

But, shouldn't this person's corpse have long since turned to ashes in the fire at the Ming Cult's main altar? How could it appear here?

And who transported his corpse here?

Li Miao smiled.

"Who else could it be?"

"A few days ago, I killed a person surnamed Yang at Shaolin."

"He said that before the five major sects attacked the Ming Cult, Yang Lixuan had already been poisoned by Ji Tianrui. That's why he didn't escape, and that's why he lost to the experts of the five major sects."

"Then, how could Ji Tianrui poison Yang Lixuan?"

"Yang Lixuan was the Ming Cult leader; how many people in the Jianghu wanted to kill him back then? How could he not guard against being poisoned on a daily basis? How close was the relationship between Ji Tianrui and Yang Lixuan back then to bypass Yang Lixuan's defenses?"

"Thirty years ago, when Ji Tianrui first appeared, he had extremely pure Ming Cult direct-line martial arts; who taught him this martial art?"

"The Miao King before Yongjie's wife gave birth to Ji Tianrui. With whom?"

These words of Li Miao were not just asking An Ziyang, but also sorting out the clues.

After the question was asked, the answer naturally emerged.

"Ji Tianrui's father... is Yang Lixuan!"

An Ziyang looked at Yang Lixuan's corpse and exclaimed.

Li Miao nodded.

"That should be it; only this can explain all the previous questions."

"Where did Ji Tianrui's Ming Cult martial arts come from? It was taught to him by the leader Yang Lixuan."

"Ji Tianrui was the son of the Miao King; why did he appear in the Ming Cult and become the leader? Because he was originally Yang Lixuan's son."

"And it was precisely because of this that he could poison Yang Lixuan."

Li Miao also looked at the lifelike corpse.

"Before Ji Tianrui, the person who connected the Ming Cult and the Miao people was the Ming Cult leader, Yang Lixuan."

"Until his corpse appeared here, the root of the Miao witchcraft and Gu inheritance, the Miao King's nest, I finally confirmed this point."

"The person who transported Yang Lixuan's corpse here and preserved it was either his mistress, the previous Miao King Ge Puduo, or the Ming Cult's former leader who was already dead, Ji Tianrui."

An Ziyang frowned and thought for a moment, then asked again.

"But, why did Ji Tianrui kill Yang Lixuan?"

"Why did Yang Lixuan combine with the Miao King to give birth to a son who didn't take his surname, and even train him into such an expert?"

Li Miao smiled and scanned the secret room.

"Ji Tianrui led me here; naturally, she had already prepared the clues."

"The answer is in this secret room."