Chapter 438

Over there, the "horse-faced man" was rolling on the ground and wailing, clearly injured very severely by Li Miao, an outsider. Gao Lei, however, didn't care at all, instead showing some pleasure on his face.

Although they were from the same sect, the friction between the two was already out in the open; they couldn't even be bothered to keep up appearances.

Gao Lei stepped over him as if stepping over a dead dog, then turned to smile at Li Miao, gestured with his hand, and led Li Miao and his party of three to continue forward.

A short while later, they arrived at Gao Lei's own residence.

A small farmhouse courtyard, not looking luxurious, but it could be considered quiet.

Zhao Ying took the child and went to a side room to breastfeed.

Li Miao and Wu Mingxiao sat down at the stone table in the courtyard.

Gao Lei said he was going to arrange wine and food, and turned to leave.

The courtyard fell quiet for a moment.

Li Miao leaned on the table, supporting his face and feigning sleep.

Wu Mingxiao, on the other hand, was looking around randomly; he was a silly kid, having seen nothing, and found everything novel.

After watching for a while, he couldn't hold it in and whispered.

"Brother Li, what Wu Gong was that you used to point at that horse-faced guy just now?"

Li Miao smiled with his eyes closed.

"Profound Heaven Finger, everyone who uses it says it's good."

"Want to learn? I'll teach you?"

Wu Mingxiao's face turned pale.

"That 'Profound Heaven Finger'?"

Li Miao laughed.

"Which other Profound Heaven Finger could it be? Isn't it the Bright Cult—"

"Hey, hey, hey, hey—" Wu Mingxiao hurriedly waved his hands to interrupt.

"Forget it, Brother Li! Not learning, not learning!"

"Keep your voice down!"

Wu Mingxiao looked around, terrified that what Li Miao had just said might have been overheard.

The Bright Cult had become a completely forbidden word in the current Great Ming. Not only because of the Yang family's assassination attempt on the Emperor, but later, under the guidance of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, the Manichaeism from the Western Regions entered the Central Plains and carried out massive searches for the remnants of the Bright Cult, which naturally led to bloodshed and even the wiping out of entire families. Now, no one dared to keep the words "Bright Cult" on their lips.

Someone like Li Miao, who possessed the direct lineage of the Bright Cult's Wu Gong and still spoke of it so openly, would surely face endless trouble if heard by someone with ulterior motives.

Not to mention, the few of them were still carrying the case of Fukang County!

Wu Mingxiao scanned his surroundings anxiously.

And what he feared came to pass.

As his gaze swept to the entrance, he actually discovered a pair of eyes looking in!

"Who is it!"

Wu Mingxiao stood up, saber in hand.

"That's what I should be asking you!"

A righteous-looking horse face with tears in the corners of its eyes followed Wu Mingxiao's words and poked into the courtyard. Its two legs were spread wide, walking in like a crab, the sword scabbard at its waist knocking against its thigh with a loud clatter.

It was precisely the horse-faced man named Wu Zhi.

Although he tried to put on a dignified appearance, it was clear that Li Miao's finger was not easy to endure; the "swollen three to five times" was no empty talk, and the front of his pants showed the outline with every step.

"It's you bird—pfft!"

Wu Mingxiao originally wanted to curse angrily, but seeing Wu Zhi's ridiculous appearance, he couldn't help but burst into laughter halfway through.

Wu Zhi's face turned red as blood.

Using his sword scabbard to lift his pants for a bit of cover, he endured the pain to stand straight, pointed at Wu Mingxiao, and was about to scold him angrily.

"This is the property of my Wild Goose Hall. Gao Lei is just a greenwood bandit who joined us with his own skills; he doesn't have the final say here! And it's not up to him to decide who can come in!"

"Now, all of you, get out!"

As he spoke, he actually walked forward several steps, reaching out from afar to grab Wu Mingxiao's arm, as if to drag him out directly.

Wu Mingxiao snorted coldly.

With Wu Zhi's Wu Gong, he was really no match for him!

He didn't even draw his saber, intending to push away Wu Zhi's reaching hand. But before he could even touch him, the aggressive Wu Zhi suddenly let out a miserable scream.

"Aow!"

He covered his crotch with both hands and fell to his knees with a thud.