Chapter 56: Above the Peak

"You finally figured it out."

Li Miao smiled: "You didn't see clearly, you didn't dare to believe it."

Zuo Lishan was silent and did not answer.

Li Miao didn't mind and continued: "It is said that hundreds of years ago, there was a hidden sect called the 'Carefree Sect', and there was a martial art called 'Little Non-Phase Technique'."

"As long as you have this technique, and know the moves of other martial arts, you can imitate others' unique skills, and even surpass the original version."

"Before today, Sect Leader Zuo probably thought this was a rumor, right?"

Zuo Lishan still didn't speak, his right hand gripped the hilt again.

That pitch-black right hand could no longer be called a "hand," but an alien claw, the index finger shifted, the hilt was stuck between the index finger and the middle finger, three up and two down, locking the hilt tightly in his hand.

Even the hilt made of refined steel had been gripped with dents by his fingers.

The wrist elongated, as if boneless, and the long sword swayed slightly under the cuff.

Li Miao ignored it and continued: "Of course there is no such martial art in this world, but this 'Carefree Sect', and that person who can use other sects' martial arts more profoundly, should both exist."

"It's just that those who can cross the peak are rare, and ordinary Jianghu people cannot understand, so they spread rumors and fabricated the legend of this strange martial art."

"A martial art is just moves, mental methods, and bones. A move is just true energy, force, and routine."

"Above the peak, it is just going one step further in these few things."

"Like that Ji Tianrui, his true energy is vast like the sea, every move is like a landslide, unstoppable."

"Like me, force and true energy are one, moving with the heart, no longer sticking to the old ways, and all kinds of martial arts can be used at will. That 'Carefree Sect' senior should be like me."

"And like you, Sect Leader Zuo... using evil arts to make up for flesh and blood, using witchcraft to replace meridians, not to mention damaging your lifespan, it will be difficult to make progress in the future."

"It's just occupying a bit of strength and not being easy to die."

"Enough!" Zuo Lishan roared.

He gritted his teeth, and yellow-green pus left the corners of his eyes: "Good, good, good."

"In terms of martial arts, I lost."

"But to divide life and death... you won't necessarily win!"

"This face of yours that thinks you have won... I will definitely tear it apart with my own hands!!!"

Before the words fell, Zuo Lishan instantly exploded, his wrist flicked, and the sword edge crossed the air like a long whip, pointing directly at Li Miao.

Li Miao stepped forward, attacking the inevitable, and poked at Zuo Lishan's heart pulse.

But Zuo Lishan ignored it, regardless, only frantically flicking his long sword, as if he wanted to die with Li Miao.

The fingertip was only an inch away from Zuo Lishan's heart pulse, and the long sword also reached Li Miao's head.

"Sigh."

Li Miao sighed, dodged the long sword sideways, and the finger poking at Zuo Lishan's heart pulse also had to be retracted helplessly.

Zuo Lishan stabbed Li Miao's chest with another sword, forcing back the claw that Li Miao had already reached his ear.

Zuo Lishan's eyes lit up, and he laughed ferociously: "That's it, that's it, I was the one who was obsessed!"

"You are also afraid of death; no matter how you use your true energy to run your hard-training technique, you don't dare to take my sword with your vital points!"

"Exchange injuries, my body can bear it, but you will definitely die!"

"Come! Come! Come!"

Zuo Lishan laughed wildly, his long sword dancing wildly, and the heavy bluestone slab under his feet was just slightly affected, and it instantly shattered into a pile of stones.

Exchange life for injury! Exchange blood for blood!

"Bright Moon Without Clouds"!

"Stone Pass Returning Horse"!

"Crane Returns to Clear Spring"!

"Seven Stars Falling Across the Sky"!

The essence of the Taishan sword technique was splashed down as if it didn't cost money, and Zuo Lishan no longer cared about himself, only frantically attacking Li Miao's vital points!

You attack my skull, I attack your lower yin! You attack my eyes, I attack your chest!

Zuo Lishan's whole body was constantly splashing blood. His moves were far less profound than Li Miao's. At this time, he gave up defense and was twisted off his left wrist, tore off his right ear, and scraped off a large piece of skin and flesh on his chest by Li Miao in just a few moves.

But he didn't notice it, laughed wildly, and frantically attacked Li Miao, who was frowning.

The courtyard was suddenly filled with fallen trees and broken stones, like a storm passing through, even the bluestone table the size of a person was smashed to pieces, and the small tree in the courtyard was filled with wood chips and collapsed with a bang.

The Huashan disciples hiding in the surrounding rooms were trembling, not daring to make a sound, fearing they would be involved.

A moment later, the courtyard finally quieted down.

Zuo Lishan leaned on his long sword, saliva flowing from his mouth, and a few bugs fell from his collar, struggling a few times on the ground before losing their breath.

He gasped for breath and looked at Li Miao opposite.

Li Miao raised his hand, and there was a long, narrow sword wound on his right arm. The wound was not deep, and blood was slowly flowing out.

Zuo Lishan laughed: "Hahahaha!!"

"You will also be injured, you will also die! Your so-called above the peak is nothing more than this!"

"You won today, if you are not afraid of death, just chase after me! Zuo will accompany you to the end!"

Having said that, his figure retreated rapidly, flipped over the courtyard wall, and disappeared in a flash.

Li Miao didn't chase, but watched Zuo Lishan leave quietly in place.

The courtyard was quiet for a while.

After a while, Mei Qinghe pushed the door open and walked quickly to Li Miao's side, asking worriedly: "My lord, you are injured..."

"I still have some medicine there, I will—"

"Pfft." Li Miao laughed, raised his hand to stop Mei Qinghe, turned around, and found a railing to sit on.

"Little Mei, I said I would accompany him to perform this play tonight, why did you take it seriously again."

"Injure me, him?"

Having said that, Li Miao raised his hand and wiped the wound, and the blood energy surged. Looking again, the wound had disappeared.

"Ha—"

Li Miao stretched, let out a long breath: "It's really tiring to act with a madman. He laughs at every turn, and I'm afraid his saliva will splash on me, and I have to dodge his saliva when fighting."

Mei Qinghe walked to Li Miao's side and asked hesitantly: "My lord, you..."

Li Miao looked at Mei Qinghe and smiled: "Life is like a play, Little Mei."

"Is my sense of proportion just right?"

"If I were to show a little more power, I'm afraid Sect Leader Zuo would have fled down the mountain overnight tonight. If I were a little weaker, I'm afraid Sect Leader Zuo would come again tomorrow night. I'm almost forty, I can't stand the toss of a madman, and I still don't know if I can sleep or not?"

Mei Qinghe suddenly realized.

"Alright—" Li Miao stood up and walked toward his bedroom.

"After this commotion tonight, Sect Leader Zuo should know his own weight somewhat. He should be able to sleep peacefully for a few days."

"The Ming Sect wants the Five Mountains Sword Sects; if he calls people, it should also be at the Five Mountains Alliance meeting."

"Go and rest. The preparations are almost done. Wait for Wang Hai and Li Xiaosi to bring people, and this errand of ours will be complete."

"Actually, putting them together, I'm quite worried that without me watching, they will kill too many people."

"One is ruthless, one is poisonous."

Speaking of this, Li Miao glanced at Mei Qinghe: "And a silly beast."

He sighed.

"None of them are worry-free."

"When can I work from home... Ha—sleep, sleep."

(End of Chapter) ===== CHAPTER 57 =====