Chapter 201: Sand

"Black Pole Floating Pagoda" was a martial art Li Miao created himself based on a villain's move he saw in a movie in his previous life; it only had one move.

He gave it this name just because Li Miao felt it "had flavor"; in reality, it didn't have much to do with the prototype. Its essence was to discharge all true energy from the body's major acupuncture points at once, shaking back hidden weapons or opponents; it was a means Li Miao used to guard against sneak attacks.

Actually, calling it "Shake You Once" would also be quite appropriate.

Li Miao using this move at this moment was naturally not without purpose.

True energy discharged, the scenery around Li Miao suddenly shattered.

Boom!

Li Miao's eyes condensed, his gaze sweeping toward his waist and abdomen.

There, a withered and shriveled hand was being held by the vigorous true energy of the "Black Pole Floating Pagoda," only a step away from his abdomen.

"Your Majesty, path dependence is not good."

"Just now I saw you kill that three-paths-combined one, also by first pulling him into an illusion, and then starting to gouge his waist. How could I not guard against this place?"

Li Miao laughed.

And those cold eyes of the Jianwen Emperor showed a look of astonishment for the first time.

Swish!

Li Miao backhanded a punch, the Jianwen Emperor blocked it, but didn't expect Li Miao to suddenly break through "Jiezi," changing his move to "Infinite Shock Zen."

Before the arms collided, the Jianwen Emperor suddenly withdrew and retreated.

He had been sealed in the tomb for over a hundred years, his state was not good, and he dared not take Li Miao's shock punch head-on; otherwise, he would be injured after one strike.

Li Miao naturally would not give him a chance to regulate his breath, following up with a step. In an instant, the two exchanged over ten moves, the Jianwen Emperor was caught off guard and took two "Infinite Shock Zen" strikes from Li Miao, blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

Helpless, the Jianwen Emperor risked injury to exchange a strike with Li Miao, managing to retreat a few feet to regulate his breath and recover.

The Jianwen Emperor suddenly raised his head, staring fixedly at Li Miao's eyes.

"You..."

"Your Majesty doesn't need to ask."

Li Miao shook his wrists and laughed.

"Ever since I started walking in the Jianghu, whenever I fight someone, they ask 'Who are you,' and I'm already tired of hearing it."

"After one try just now, I have already gained some ideas. Once I break this method, Your Majesty will naturally be willing to answer my questions."

"Next, I ask Your Majesty to use this method on me more!"

"Come again!"

Before the words had faded, Li Miao had already flashed to mid-air in front of the Jianwen Emperor!

Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms—Flying Dragon in the Sky!

Li Miao struck out with a palm in mid-air, fierce and swift, excited and sharp, but secretly kept three parts of force, not releasing it; this was the essence of the "Regretful Dragon" in the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

Before the palm force reached the Jianwen Emperor, the scenery in front of him suddenly changed. The person blocking him was no longer the Jianwen Emperor, but Zhu Zai!

"Heh."

In mid-air, Li Miao let out a chuckle.

He kept three parts of force, not releasing it, just to guard against this! Li Miao suddenly withdrew his move, both palms wandering to his chest, true energy swirling in his palms, suddenly forming a great suction force.

Taiji Fist—Holding the Sparrow's Tail!

It was precisely using suction to break the opponent's move.

And then it was—Black Pole Floating Pagoda!

Boom!

Stumble, stumble, stumble, stumble—

The Jianwen Emperor retreated to dissipate the force, then suddenly lunged toward Li Miao!

Who is this person! Why can he break his "Jizhao"!

After sinking into the illusion of Jizhao, one should have cut off the connection with the physical body and could only resist with the heart and spirit! Why could this person still make moves in his heart and spirit, forcing him to have to divide his spirit to resist, unable to maintain the illusion!?

Could it be...

The Zhu family settled the world, naturally having their inherited martial arts, named "Ming God Martial Canon."

This martial art originated from the Ming Sect, divided into Sun and Moon sects; the founding Emperor took the Ming Sect and divided it into two parts, passing them to the Yang family and Yin Ruihua respectively. And he himself took the essence of both sects and created this martial art.

Reaching Li Miao's body, the Jianwen Emperor struck out with both fists! The left fist was extremely yang and rigid, the right fist hidden underneath, extremely yin and soft. Rigid and soft combined, yin and yang united.

It was exactly a move of "Sun and Moon Competing for Brilliance"!

At the same time, the Jianwen Emperor forcibly channeled his heart and spirit, again stimulating the miraculous nature of the "Jizhao" realm, pulling Li Miao into an illusion.

The scenery in front of Li Miao changed suddenly, and he had arrived at a boundless beach.

This time, he did not try to break free from the illusion. Instead, he actively sank his heart and spirit, falling into the illusion.

Li Miao slowly squatted down, picked up a handful of sand from under his feet, held it in his palm, and closed his hand.

He closed his eyes.

He began to recite: "Void, quiet, and still; nothingness."

"Nothingness gives birth to existence; difficulty forms success."

"Forget the object; same as the mixture."

"Heaven and earth are boundless; all things are one..."

It was exactly the Daoist "Heart-Clearing Mantra."

When the heart lake was as smooth as a mirror, without a ripple, Li Miao opened his eyes.

He held his right hand with the sand upright and loosened it a bit. The sand fell, forming a thin line, falling into the palm of his left hand, until it was all gone.

Li Miao looked at his palm.

That handful of golden sand had already had several grains turn pitch black.

It was exactly the same as the sand on the pitch-black boundless beach that he saw when he fell into a deep sleep on Mount Tai, and the three sect leaders walked into the vicinity and fell into the illusion.

Li Miao smiled with relief.

This was the first time in twenty-seven years that he had truly smiled easily.

This "eight-hour work system" was both a gift and a shackle. It pressed on Li Miao's heart at all times, not letting him be free.

Finally, he got a clue.

Finally, he was one step closer to true freedom.

Boom!!!

The illusion shattered instantly, Li Miao flew backward, turned and landed in the air, a trace of fresh blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth. He had fully sunk into the illusion and taken a strike from the Jianwen Emperor head-on.

But Li Miao laughed heartily.

He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, then patted his chest and looked at the Jianwen Emperor.

"Quite painful."

He said with a smile.

The Jianwen Emperor had no joy of a successful strike at this moment, his expression as gloomy as water, his eyes staring fixedly at Li Miao.

The illusion was the reflection of the heart and spirit; he knew everything that happened in the illusion like the back of his hand.

When Li Miao squatted down and picked up the sand, he didn't know Li Miao's intention. But when he saw the few pitch-black grains of sand in Li Miao's palm, his expression changed suddenly.

"You."

"Where, did, you, get, the, 'Jizhao', inheritance?"

"Who, are, you?"

He asked hoarsely and sluggishly.

Li Miao spread his hands.

"If I knew, I wouldn't need to come to Your Majesty to fight. I should thank Your Majesty for telling me the name of this thing."

"Jizhao... not bad, not bad, sounds better than Vajra."

Li Miao's true energy surged, and he had already healed his injuries with the "Wedding Dress Divine Art." He looked up at the sky and silently estimated the time.

"You ask me and I don't know, I ask you and you don't answer. Let's just see the real thing in our hands, don't waste our breath. Looking at the sky, the time I can fight with Your Majesty is not much left."

Li Miao shook his wrists.

"Then, shall we continue?"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 202 =====