Chapter 91

After waiting for a long time outside the main gate of the Taishan Sect and hearing no more deafening roars from afar, Wang Hai and the others looked at each other.

After a while, Zhou Yingxue said: "Is this... over?"

Deng Baixuan shook his head: "Let's wait a bit longer; rushing over rashly will only cause trouble for the Battalion Commander."

The three sect leaders had already leveled their mentality, and like Liu Baiyun, consciously placed their positioning as subordinates of Li Miao.

They were truly convinced.

To be honest, if Li Miao used his identity as an Embroidered Uniform Guard to suppress them, they wouldn't be able to withstand it, but that wouldn't be heartfelt submission, just forced by the situation, and they would inevitably be insincere in the future.

Cheng Yuanzhen was also at the peak, but the three sect leaders still dared to draw their swords against him.

But Li Miao's martial arts truly suppressed them.

Jianghu people all have a bit of the "Aren't you just powerful/rich, can you take my sword?" psychology, and the three major sect leaders are no exception.

However, they only submit to martial arts.

Today, even just listening to the deafening roars from afar, the three sect leaders could imagine how terrifying that battle, which they didn't even dare to watch, was.

After a while, Wang Hai said: "Let's go, the Battalion Commander should have already killed that Plum Blossom Thief."

The remaining people looked at each other and could only believe Wang Hai's judgment.

Everyone walked slowly toward the Taishan Sect's main hall, but except for Wang Hai and Li Xiaosi who looked relaxed, the others were secretly gripping their sword hilts, and their true energy was secretly surging, ready to use light-body techniques to escape at any time.

As they walked, Li Xiaosi suddenly covered her chest and squatted down slowly.

"Brother Hai... it's the Battalion Commander..."

"The Gu poison in my body can only barely be suppressed; at this moment, I am sensitive to the outside world and cannot go any further..."

Wang Hai nodded, turned to the others and said: "I'll stay behind to take care of Fourth Sister, I won't go over, you guys go find the Battalion Commander."

Several people nodded and continued to walk forward.

As the distance got closer and closer, they began to understand why Li Xiaosi stopped.

They also began to feel that sensation.

The true energy in their bodies seemed to be pulled by an inexplicable force, and it was intensifying, as if it were about to be torn out of their bodies.

Even though it was already bright, the further they walked, the darker their vision seemed to become.

Their usually agile hands and feet also began to tremble involuntarily.

The sword hilts in their hands vibrated slightly.

The first to stop were the few disciples of the three sects who had followed.

"Sect Leader... I can't walk anymore..."

A middle-aged man in his forties said, fine beads of sweat appearing on his face.

The true energy in his body had been torn out of his circulation by that inexplicable force and was running wild in his body.

If he walked any further, he was afraid his true energy would go astray and he would suffer from Qi deviation.

The three sect leaders looked at each other.

Zhang Jingfeng said: "I will go over with the two sect leaders, the others stay here."

Having said that, the three sect leaders walked forward slowly.

Finally, they reached the entrance of the plaza outside the Taishan Sect's main hall.

At this moment, Deng Baixuan, who had the shallowest cultivation, had scattered breathing and was panting heavily.

He actually didn't want to walk forward a long time ago, but since neither Zhang Jingfeng nor Zhou Yingxue stopped, he had to force himself to come over so as not to lose the sect's face.

Several people stepped onto the plaza.

As one step fell, the wind and clouds changed.

The three only felt their vision go dark, as if they had appeared on a boundless black beach.

And in front of them was a black ocean, and on the sea, a storm was slowly rolling.

Zhou Yingxue had the firmest temperament among the three, decisively biting the tip of her tongue, and under the pain, she broke free from the illusion.

Then she poked the two with her sword hilt, waking them up too.

"Just now... what was that!?" Deng Baixuan said, panting heavily.

"Look."

Zhang Jingfeng said in a low voice.

In front of them was a ruin.

In front of the ruin, there was a head on the ground, half flesh and half skull.

And beside this skull was Li Miao, who was leaning on a chair with his eyes closed.

At this moment, he had one hand on the armrest and one hand supporting his face, as if he had just fallen asleep.

But the three sect leaders could feel the true energy in their bodies being constantly pulled, precisely toward Li Miao's direction, and with their martial arts, they could almost not control it.

"If you are not first-rate... are you not worthy of even taking a look..."

Zhou Yingxue said in a hoarse voice.

The three remained silent, and Deng Baixuan simply sat on the ground, focusing on controlling his true energy.

And Li Miao, on the other hand, was having a fragmented dream.

Swords, guns, and cannons.

Official uniforms, high-rise buildings.

Winding farmland on the ground, steel passing through the sky with a deafening roar.

He woke up leisurely.

Li Miao clenched his fists and felt the true energy in his body.

He originally thought this errand was just a small matter, so he walked slowly all the way and didn't take it too seriously.

Evolving into the current situation was the biggest errand he had done since fifteen years ago. It was also fifteen years ago that he broke through to the first-rate and stepped into the peak.

He saved a city of citizens, crippled half the Ming Sect, and killed Yun Zelin, who had combined three paths into one.

Cheng Yuanzhen fled on his own, and the Great Ming's "Eastern Depot" might also not appear again because of this.

The "salary" that followed was also incomparably generous.

Li Miao felt that he could now perfect a path beyond the peak at will without showing signs of the "Five Decays of Heaven and Man."

His golden finger was very simple.

Every day, he had four hours to do things. The time could be chosen at will, or not chosen, and then his golden finger would not appear.

His rushing about all night had far exceeded four hours, which was a loophole he had explored—he could choose the last four hours of the first day and the first four hours of the second day to stitch the two days together.

After four hours, he would start having this dream.

After waking up, he would get a "salary"—the bigger the errand, the more he would get.

Moreover, this errand doesn't matter whether it's good or bad, only the size of the impact.

If he went to kill the Emperor now, maybe he could directly become a true "Wu Lin myth."

It's just that that's something only a lunatic would do.

Besides, he might not be able to kill him.

Reality is not a storybook; the Great Ming is a real world with flesh and blood. Martial arts have long permeated every corner of this era and have inevitably changed some things.

Zhang Sanfeng attained the Dao at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty; why didn't he kill the Yuan Emperor?

Was it that he didn't want to... or couldn't?

Li Miao had thought about these things countless times, and there was no need to ponder them now.

He had already "seen the god and not broken," and had the time to slowly climb to the peak; one day, he could truly "transcend."

Li Miao stood up, and the oppressive atmosphere dissipated.

He smiled and greeted the three sect leaders: "Three, are you ready to serve the Embroidered Uniform Guard?"

He no longer said "the imperial court," but "the Embroidered Uniform Guard."

(End of chapter)