Chapter 373

An Qisheng was sent flying horizontally like a spinning top by this sudden punch. In mid-air, the protective True Qi extended again, stabbing into the sand, and violently brought him back to the ground.

After An Qisheng landed, he wiped his face.

It was wet.

Black water.

This was the first time Li Miao had injured his body.

The moment Li Miao's fist touched the protective True Qi wrapped around his skull, he heard an extremely short and extremely harsh screech—that was the sound of countless sharp teeth scraping across the protective True Qi.

His protective True Qi wasn't "smashed," but "scraped to shreds."

An Qisheng looked up.

Li Miao was slowly standing up from the ground.

His silver hair was soaked in black water, mottled black and white, extending down his neck, revealing the curled corners of his mouth and the stark white teeth within.

His gaze followed his neck downward.

This was undoubtedly a near-perfect body, with long legs, broad shoulders, and a narrow waist, distributed with solid yet not bloated muscles, and well-proportioned bones and flesh. It was worthy of being the template with the most outstanding talent that An Qisheng had trained for a thousand years.

Now it was chilling.

The teeth that had been distributed all over his body earlier had disappeared at some point. But from the wounds pierced by the invisible True Qi, one could see the dense, rolling teeth inside.

Li Miao reached out and pressed his shoulder.

There was a strand of An Qisheng's invisible True Qi there, which had been broken and left on his body earlier, restricting his movements.

His slender fingers grabbed the tail end of the invisible True Qi—and then pressed it violently! Pressing it into his body!

The next instant, the countless teeth beneath the skin gathered like a school of sharks smelling blood, wearing down, devouring, and scraping, finally destroying it completely.

"Ha—"

Li Miao slowly straightened his waist.

Clang—clang—

Dozens of True Qi weapons that had pierced his joints and internal organs shattered and fell onto the beach, turning into black water and disappearing.

"Comfortable."

"It's simple to imagine these things outside the body, but imagining a set of muscles driving the teeth to roll inside the body is really a bit mentally taxing."

"I got distracted and let you misunderstand that you were going to win; sorry."

Li Miao tilted his head and touched his chest; the huge hole stabbed by the long flute healed instantly. Only then did he smile and look at An Qisheng.

Actually, at first, he wanted to imagine a Tsar Bomba to blow An Qisheng to death. But when he really practiced it, he found it was impossible... at least he couldn't do it.

In his past life and this life, Li Miao was never a scholar.

A person who couldn't even memorize the periodic table shouldn't think about creating anything beyond the era. Otherwise, twenty-eight years after coming to the Great Ming, the Embroidered Uniform Guard should have long since replaced their embroidered spring knives with light machine guns.

So he changed his train of thought.

The thing he was best at was killing people.

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

When it came to understanding the mental image and the accumulation of martial arts moves, he couldn't compare to An Qisheng. But when it came to the breadth of thinking and the breadth of knowledge, An Qisheng, an ancient person from a thousand years ago, couldn't compare to him, this "Outer Realm Heavenly Demon."

Your protective True Qi is very hard, right?

Can it withstand a shredder?

You want to absorb my flesh, right?

Then from the moment you stab into my body, along with your weapons and True Qi, I will chew them all up and eat them. If one mouth isn't enough, add a thousand more; if one tooth breaks, add ten thousand more.

In short, the overly meager knowledge, combined with Li Miao's overly profound understanding of the human body, plus a few bizarre books he had read in his past life, worked together—finally creating the current result.

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

At the same time, the memories brought by devouring An Qisheng's "nature" appeared in his mind again.

Fishing village.

Dilapidated thatched cottage.

Two corpses lay on the ground, a man and a woman, with two gaps in their chests, opened like the small mouths of infants, revealing the yellow fat layer and pale sternum inside.

Two soldiers in black armor were talking in Qin language.

"Last household?"

"Hmm, the Emperor wants to carve stones in Langya, and those alchemists also want to go to sea from here to seek immortality for the Emperor... The Prime Minister has ordered that all Qi people here must be relocated; this is the last household that didn't want to leave." The two soldiers turned their heads, scanned the room left and right, and after confirming there were no living creatures in the house, they turned and left.

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

"Dad, Mom..."

He shook them for a long time, but there was no response.

But he kept shaking them.

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

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

But he fell into someone's arms.

An Qisheng looked up at the blurry face.

That person seemed to say something, but An Qisheng couldn't hear it clearly. A hand touched his head twice, then returned to his bosom, took out a scroll of bamboo slips, and placed it in his hand.

An Qisheng gripped the scroll of bamboo slips.

That was the power of revenge.

When he looked up again, that person had disappeared.

Just like when he appeared, without any warning, as if it were a hallucination or a ghost.

An Qisheng set a fire, burning his home along with his parents' corpses, finally took a handful of ash from the embers, swallowed it, and turned to leave.

The image changed.

An Qisheng's perspective was much taller, and his hands had grown to the size of an adult's, with a thick layer of calluses on his palms.

Beside him, a refined young man smiled.

"He will be here soon."

He asked An Qisheng.

"Is Brother Zheng ready?"

An Qisheng's voice was hoarse and firm.

"I have been ready for twenty years."

He swung the large iron hammer in his hand, looked at the carriage pulled by six horses slowly driving from afar, let out a long breath—and then violently threw the large iron hammer!

He successfully shattered that carriage.

But there was a second, a third, a fourth... slowly driving into his line of sight.

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

"Run!"

The image changed again.

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

The original thatched cottage had long since burned to ashes, and his parents' remains had also seeped into the mud, leaving only a patch of wild grass.

An Qisheng looked into the distance at the Langya Terrace rising from the ground, slowly rubbing the corner of his clothes—he knew his enemy was there, he just couldn't touch them.

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 feminine face, wearing an alchemist's robe, walked over with a smile and beckoned to him.

He was silent for a moment, then cupped his hands and bowed.

"Senior Brother Xu."

"Is the matter of going to sea to seek immortality for the Emperor ready?"