While Yongjie dealt with the surging Witchcraft, Li Miao wasn't idle.
He raised his hand and unleashed a “Great Nine Heavens Palm,” engulfing the humanoid figure covered in Witchcraft.
Bang!
Witchcraft corpses splattered like waves, scattering in mid-air.
But the Miao King was nowhere to be seen.
Li Miao frowned, flashed forward, and brought down a leg axe onto the cracked ground.
Bang!!
The ground within several zhang suddenly sank, cracking and collapsing!
Below the Yong Nu chamber, it was empty!
Below, Witchcraft surged like seawater.
It turned out that the pool containing Witchcraft in the Yong Nu chamber was not a “cage” at all, but a “feeding trough” for the Witchcraft.
The Miao people transported corpses here to feed the Witchcraft, and then took Witchcraft from the “feeding trough” to cultivate Yong Nu. This Yong Nu chamber was built directly above a Witchcraft nest. Or rather, beneath this apparent “Yong Nu chamber” was the true “Yong Nu chamber.”
Li Miao stepped into the air, his figure floating, and landed on the ground nearby, looking at the opening.
Below the opening, Witchcraft surged, revealing a snow-white human body—it was the Miao King.
She lifted her face, looking at Li Miao and Yongjie.
“Gentlemen, this is where my clan raises Witchcraft. For hundreds and thousands of years, almost all the mother Witchcraft of my clan have originated from here.”
“I originally didn’t want to use these Witchcraft, because the Witchcraft here are ‘originals,’ and all mother Witchcraft are cultivated from them. If they die, my clan will lose the inheritance of this lineage of Witchcraft. For every one that dies, the inheritance of Witchcraft will weaken by a point.”
“But, the Witchcraft here are also the strongest. And I, when here, am also the strongest.”
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“While here, as long as these Witchcraft haven’t all died, I can use them to replenish my physical body and also hide my figure with their help. If you want to kill me, you must first come down yourselves, and then kill these countless Witchcraft.”
“Come on. Let’s see if your True Qi runs out first, or if my Witchcraft are destroyed first—”
“Too much nonsense.”
The Miao King’s words were cut short by Li Miao.
“Xiao Anzi!”
“Coming! Master!”
An Ziyang poked his head out of the passage.
“To kill bugs, give me something useful.”
“Alright, catch this!”
An Ziyang reached into his Pregnant and pulled out a cloth bag. Then he took a bulging strap from his outer thigh, and removed a few sleeve darts from his wrist, bundling them with the items he had just taken out. He raised his hand and threw them to Li Miao.
“Master! In the bag are Tang Sect poisonous pills, lamp oil, and corpse-dissolving water. The arrow shafts contain arsenic and red-crowned crane poison, and the strap holds dried and ground Qixing Haitang (Seven Star Crabapple) from overseas.”
“Before you said you were coming to Miao territory, I figured you’d probably encounter Witchcraft, so I even added some insect-repelling wild grass powder to the lamp oil. They’re the best kind, producing the most smoke when burned!”
“You can use these for now! I have more if it’s not enough!”
Li Miao waved his hand.
“Alright, you won’t be needed for these useless things, go rest.”
“Understood, you’re busy. I’ll wait here. Just give the word if you need anything!”
An Ziyang retracted his head back into the passage.
Li Miao held the items An Ziyang had thrown over and looked at the Miao King in the cave.
At this moment, her expression had already darkened.
No matter how outstanding one’s martial arts, they only meant greater strength and faster speed. The nature of True Qi was merely abstractly distinguished as vigorous, cold, scorching, or domineering. The Great Shuo’s martial world hadn’t reached the point of cultivation, where one could conjure flames out of thin air.
Therefore, the Miao King wasn’t very afraid of martial arts. Anyway, there was plenty of Witchcraft, and she could revive. She could let Li Miao kill as much as he wanted; it was just a matter of who would collapse first.
However, she was afraid of the things An Ziyang had thrown over.
Whatever Witchcraft feared, she feared.
She deliberately dragged the battle to this place, far from the Twelve Sect Branches’ stockade, to prevent Li Miao from going back to get things like lamp oil and returning to trouble her.
Yet, unexpectedly, An Ziyang, whom she had disregarded the most, turned out to be the greatest threat.
What kind of background did that kid have! How could he hide so many things on him!?
Li Miao tore open the cloth bag, raised his hand, and scattered all the powders downwards.
An Ziyang was meticulous; he even attached a flint to the sleeve darts.
Li Miao picked up a piece of cloth, dipped it in lamp oil, and scraped the flint against the waist token at his waist, igniting the cloth strip.
He raised his hand and threw the burning cloth strip into the dust.
The Miao King gritted her teeth and pointed her hand.
Countless Witchcraft surged like a tide, flapping their wings, flying towards the cloth strip, intending to intercept it.
Bang!
As soon as they flew up, they were dispersed by Li Miao’s palm from a distance.
So the Miao King could only watch helplessly as the cloth strip fell into the dust Li Miao had scattered earlier.
Whoosh!—
What An Ziyang had prepared were indeed good things. As soon as the cloth strip touched the dust, it suddenly burst into sparks.
Flames burned along the smoke trail, and then thick smoke instantly billowed up, drifting and engulfing both the Witchcraft and the Miao King.
“Ah!!”
The Miao King, who hadn’t uttered a sound even when Li Miao tore her flesh and crushed her heart, let out a shrill scream.
Her body was already more akin to Witchcraft than human. After Li Miao tore away most of her flesh, she could only revive by relying on the Witchcraft within her body.
If it were merely lamp oil or poisonous mist, the Miao King could still endure it.
The most lethal elements were the Qixing Haitang (Seven Star Crabapple) and wild grass powder that An Ziyang had added.
Qixing Haitang (Seven Star Crabapple) was a poisonous herb from overseas; Witchcraft had no resistance to it whatsoever. Wild grass powder was specifically an insect-repelling herb; one thing conquers another. It caused little harm to humans, but for the Miao King’s half-human, half-Witchcraft body, it was perfectly targeted.
The Miao King’s graceful, snow-white naked body suddenly swelled with dense blisters, which then burst, oozing pus.
Her previously healed wounds also split open, and countless insect corpses fell out.
She covered her face, wailing incessantly, as the Witchcraft beneath her surged, attempting to burrow into her body to repair her flesh.
Li Miao and Yongjie had already leaped down, rushing straight towards her.
Both were seasoned fighters, how could they miss this opportunity! Strike while she’s down, take her life!
Yongjie landed first, flashing directly behind the Miao King. Relying on his “Vajra” to ignore the Witchcraft’s bites, he raised both fists and struck out fiercely!
“Heaven-Supporting Fist,” Fifth Form: Earth-Shattering!
With immense force, flesh and blood splattered as his fists directly pierced through the Miao King’s chest and abdomen, emerging from her front!
Having struck successfully, Yongjie did not pause. He abruptly raised both hands, gripping the Miao King’s shoulders, locking her in place.
“Donor Li!”
Li Miao also didn’t miss this opportunity. His figure blurred for a moment, then he appeared in front of the Miao King, raising his hand to seize her beautiful head.
Looking at the Miao King’s suddenly constricted pupils, Li Miao said nothing.
Bang!
The Miao King’s head exploded in Li Miao’s hand!