Chapter 86

"Listening to you, it seems you are quite grateful that I almost killed you back then?"

Li Miao said.

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

"That sword strike of yours woke me up."

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

"I only knew how to follow the rules every day, and even though I had already deviated from the path, I still had to mix with a group of mediocre people every day!"

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

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

"I prided myself on having comprehension unlike the ordinary, yet I still wasted my time every day, mixing with a group of mediocre people; isn't that ridiculous!?"

Yun Zelin bowed deeply to Li Miao.

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

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

Yun Zelin raised his head and said.

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

"For the past ten years or so, I have been inquiring about your news every day. Only after hearing that you left Shuntian Prefecture did I begin this plan that I had prepared for more than ten years."

"Having to kill you today is truly a last resort."

"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 limbs were slender, his appearance feminine, just like a quiet woman.

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

"If my hands weren't itching to see how far you could go, I wouldn't even have bothered to listen."

"However, you missed one point."

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

"You are also a hermaphrodite, so you can neither practice men's martial arts nor walk the path of women."

"Your father's sect was probably the reason they hid you away, because they couldn't accept a person who was neither man nor woman being cultivated as the next sect leader, fearing 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 to the thing Yun Zelin least wanted to mention.

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

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

His feminine appearance was because he was a natural hermaphrodite, an androgynous person who was neither man nor woman.

Most martial arts can be practiced by both men and women, only divided into suitable and unsuitable due to different innate conditions.

But there was no martial art suitable for a hermaphrodite to practice.

And in this era, one can imagine what 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? Am I not telling the truth?"

"You didn't treat other people's lives as anything, and you were complacent. Now that I don't treat you as anything, you are angry from embarrassment?"

"You're over forty years old, yet you talk to yourself like a teenager, posturing here; don't you find it funny?"

Li Miao raised his hand and beckoned to Yun Zelin: "I've been waiting for you for a long time while suppressing my disgust; 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.

Clearly, what Li Miao said and did was vastly different from what he had imagined.

What was the situation Yun Zelin had envisioned?

The head of the Five Mountains, the peak of Taishan. The two heaven's pride talents who had walked the furthest in the hundreds of years since Zhang Sanfeng passed away finally met.

A decisive battle, determining both superiority and life and death.

And then he, the winner, would carry the admiration and recognition of his opponent, climb to the peak of the Jianghu, 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 plan, this scene should have been "mutual appreciation," and then "different paths, no common language," forcing them to decide life and death.

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

Yet what he got in return was Li Miao's disdain and mockery.

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

If one looks at Yun Zelin's personality from the perspective of a Jianghu person, it is deviant and strange.

And he was indeed extraordinary, not only calculating half the Ming Sect himself 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 paranoid lunatic who had become paranoid because of physical defects. Other than having higher martial arts, there was nothing strange about it.

In this world, it's not about who is unlucky and who is right. No matter what caused Yun Zelin to reach this point, 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 to pieces bit by bit; that was the best punishment for Yun Zelin.

Of course, another reason was—Li Miao's hands were also a bit itchy.

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

Li Miao had been practicing martial arts in Shuntian Prefecture, but when he finished practicing and looked up, he found there was no place to use them.

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

Right now, an opponent like Yun Zelin who practiced all three paths is unlikely to appear again.

Anyway, from what Li Miao saw along the way, the people infected with Gu poison on the Taishan Sect were basically all dead. With no worries behind him, he had the time to wait for Yun Zelin to get ready.

Yun Zelin looked at Li Miao for a long time, still failing to find 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 yet to be determined."

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

A palm blade slashed across; it was actually the "One Blade" that Li Miao had used many times tonight!

Three paths combined into one, what kind of realm is it exactly?

Yun Zelin's "One Blade" cut diagonally, and the aftermath actually shattered the wall of the Taishan Sect's main hall for dozens of feet!

(End of chapter)