Chapter 78

"Listening to you like this, it seems like you're quite grateful that I almost killed you back then?"

Li Miao said.

"Yes, I am deeply grateful," Yun Zelin said sincerely.

"That sword of yours stabbed me awake."

Yun Zelin stood up abruptly, waving his hands excitedly, his face flushed, looking like a madman.

"Every day I only know how to follow the rules, and even though I have already rebelled, I still have to hang out with a group of mediocre people every day!"

"The masters in the Jianghu all became famous in their twenties! I was already twenty-eight at that time, and I was actually still complacent about being able to get a 'second-rate' title!"

"Second-rate, second-rate! I struggled for more than ten years, killed my father and betrayed the sect, just for the word 'second-rate'!?"

"I pride myself on having comprehension unlike the ordinary, yet I still waste my time every day, hanging out with a group of mediocre people, isn't it ridiculous!?"

Yun Zelin bowed abruptly to Li Miao.

"It is precisely because of that sword of yours that I finally woke up between life and death."

"It is precisely because I saw you that I know there is someone in this world truly worth chasing."

Yun Zelin raised his head and said.

"Those mediocre people in the Ming Cult don't understand you. In this world, only I understand."

"Over the past dozen years, I have been inquiring about your news every day. Only when I heard that you left Shuntian Prefecture did I start this plan that I had prepared for more than a dozen years."

"I really had no choice but to kill you today."

"Once you die, I'm afraid there will be no one left in this world who can sit and discuss the Dao with me."

As he spoke, Yun Zelin actually shed two lines of tears.

During the process of his speaking, Yun Zelin's face changed constantly, and by now, it had completely recovered to the state of a young man in his early twenties.

His hands and feet were slender, his face was effeminate, just like a quiet woman.

Li Miao sneered: "After listening to a bunch of your nonsense, in the end, you still have to draw your sword and see blood."

"If I weren't also itching to see how far you could go, I wouldn't even bother listening."

"However, you still missed one point."

Li Miao raised his hand and pointed at Yun Zelin: "Your so-called 'born incomplete bone structure' is not as simple as just having a few fewer meridians than others."

"You are also a hermaphrodite, so you can neither practice men's Wu Gong nor follow women's methods."

"Your father's sect was probably the reason they hid you, because they couldn't accept a person who was neither man nor woman being cultivated as the next sect leader, fearing that it would spread and ruin their reputation."

Yun Zelin could see Li Miao's realm, and Li Miao could naturally distinguish Yun Zelin's abnormality.

Li Miao spoke lightly, but these words pointed directly at the thing Yun Zelin was most unwilling to mention.

Yun Zelin, who had always been polite, finally couldn't help but reveal a trace of anger on his face.

That's right, this was the reason Yun Zelin deliberately avoided talking about it, skipping the experience from when his father discovered his incomplete bone structure to when he killed his father and betrayed the sect.

His effeminate face was because he was a hermaphrodite, an androgynous person who was neither man nor woman.

Most Wu Gong can be practiced by both men and women, but they are divided into suitable and unsuitable due to different innate conditions.

But there is no Wu Gong that is suitable for a hermaphrodite to practice.

And in this era, one can imagine what kind of attitude Yun Zelin's father's sect would take toward Yun Zelin after discovering this fact.

Yun Zelin didn't care about human life, didn't care about rules, didn't care about morality... but he cared very much about this one thing.

Yun Zelin gritted his teeth and said: "Lord Li... I sincerely want to discuss the Dao with you, why insult me?"

Li Miao stood up and said to Yun Zelin: "Insult you? Didn't I say the truth?"

"You didn't treat other people's lives as anything and were complacent about it. Now that I don't treat you as anything, you are ashamed into anger?"

"You're over forty, talking to yourself about things only a teenager would say, acting like this here, don't you find it ridiculous?"

Li Miao raised his hand and beckoned to Yun Zelin: "I endured the nausea and waited for you for a long time, now you're ready, right."

"Aren't you going to kill me? Come."

Yun Zelin looked at Li Miao, staring fixedly at his eyes, the corners of his eyes twitching.

Obviously, what Li Miao said and did was completely different from what he had imagined.

What was the situation Yun Zelin had envisioned?

The head of the Five Mountains, the peak of Mount Taishan. The two geniuses who had gone the furthest in the hundreds of years since Master Zhang Sanfeng passed away finally met.

A decisive battle, not only to determine the superior but also to decide life and death.

Then he, the winner, would climb to the peak of the Jianghu with the admiration and recognition of his opponent, and from then on become a myth circulating in the Jianghu.

The reason he had always maintained a polite attitude toward Li Miao was because according to his vision, this scene should be "mutual appreciation," and then "different paths, no common language," and he would have to decide life and death.

He betrayed the Ming Cult, forced himself into a dead end, finally gathered the three paths in one body, and waited for Li Miao, the opponent in his destiny he had been looking forward to for fifteen years.

In exchange, he got Li Miao's disdain and mockery.

How could he not be disappointed, how could he not be angry?

If seen by people in the Jianghu, Yun Zelin's personality was rebellious and an anomaly.

And he was indeed different from the ordinary, not only calculating half the Ming Cult with his own hands but also using it to climb to a realm that even Ji Tianrui hadn't been able to reach back then.

But in Li Miao's eyes, this was just a neurotic who became paranoid because of physical incompleteness. Besides having higher Wu Gong, there was nothing strange about it.

In this world, it's not about who is unlucky and who is right. No matter what reason led Yun Zelin to this step, it couldn't change the fact that he was now a beast who treated human life like grass.

The reason Li Miao waited for him until now was that he didn't want him to die too quickly. So he had to wait for his plan to be completed, and then smash it bit by bit; this was the best punishment for Yun Zelin.

Of course, another reason was—Li Miao was also a bit itchy.

The most useless thing in this world is dragon-slaying techniques.

Li Miao buried his head in practicing Wu Gong in Shuntian Prefecture, and as a result, after he practiced well, he looked up and found that there was no place to use it.

Even the five hundred insect soldiers of Mao Yingxia tonight didn't pose much of a threat to Li Miao.

Right now, an opponent like Yun Zelin who practiced three paths together would be hard to appear again in the future.

Anyway, from Li Miao's perspective, the people infected with insect poison on the Mount Taishan sect were basically all dead. Without worries, he had the time to wait for Yun Zelin to be ready.

Yun Zelin looked at Li Miao for a long time, still not finding the recognition and respect he wanted.

He gritted his teeth: "Good."

"Lord Li, don't think you will definitely win."

"Although I don't have long to live, your realm is not as perfect as mine."

"Life and death today are not yet known."

Before his voice faded, Yun Zelin approached Li Miao in an instant.

A palm knife swept across; it was the "One Blade" that Li Miao had used many times tonight!

Three paths combined, what kind of realm is it?

Yun Zelin's diagonal cut of "One Blade" actually shattered the wall of the Mount Taishan sect's main hall for dozens of feet with its aftermath!