Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!
Chapter 109 - 108: Finally Found You, Young Hero of the Unorthodox Path! (Please Subscribe)

Chapter 109: Chapter 108: Finally Found You, Young Hero of the Unorthodox Path! (Please Subscribe)

Duan Yun repeatedly assured that he absolutely would not employ the Flirtatious Finger Strength or toe strength on the two, and only then did the Murong brothers and Shen Ying agree to return to the villa.

He had not expected that the two would be so resistant to the matter of diuretics.

In fact, from his perspective as a doctor, it was good for the Murong brothers with their yellowish urine to get rid of some internal heat.

The Murong brothers, utterly unaware of this, bathed themselves inside and out twice before they could barely accept themselves.

It had been a long time since he last took a bath.

The Murong brothers weren’t accustomed to washing their faces, feet, or taking baths, with a minor clean every five days and a thorough wash every ten days being the norm.

Such a thorough bath was a first for them.

Exhausted from being tossed about for the better half of the night, he finally lay on the ground and fell asleep, even dreaming.

A beautiful dream.

He dreamt of his past lovers; in the dream, they were no longer his biological sisters but affectionate lovers.

The Murong brothers were thrilled, but suddenly, a mysterious voice whispered in his ear—"Murong brothers, you wouldn’t want them to find out about the urine play, would you?"

Instantly, the Murong brothers woke up.

Back drenched in cold sweat.

Even now, the spine-chilling and hair-raising sensation still lingered.

Such a nightmare was truly terrifying!

The Murong brothers were so scared that, staring into the profound night outside, they couldn’t help complaining: "It’s all Old Demon Duan’s fault!"

Indeed, he had slept here in the villa under the graveyard for so long and had never experienced such a dreadful nightmare before.

...

Since the Murong brothers were not strong enough, Duan Yun was faced with a new problem: he was unclear about the actual effects of Flirtatious Finger Strength and toe strength at full power.

So, he turned his attention to the donkey, Little Grey, but Little Grey immediately bolted off with a bleat.

Well, in the end, donkeys and people are not quite the same; another person was needed to test the effects.

After practicing for so long, Duan Yun was also tired.

He drifted off to sleep, excited by the new moves he developed.

They say that a Young Hero who champions justice rarely has bad luck.

At dawn, someone knocked on the door of Yuzhu Villa.

It was rare for Yuzhu Villa to have a guest, the last guest having come to kill Murong brothers’ sister, Fu Wanjun.

This time, it was still a woman.

A sweet-looking, sweet-smiling matron.

The Murong brothers immediately threw out the straw mat, quickly grooming and dressing up.

But this matron was not looking for him, she was looking for Duan Yun.

The sweet-looking matron, in an apple-green long dress, revealed a deep cleavage on her chest.

Holding a box, she said with a sweet smile, "Young Hero, the sword you ordered is ready."

Duan Yun took the box and drew the sword.

A sharp edge emanated from the box.

A four-foot-long sword made of Xuanlei Iron was presented before Duan Yun.

The sword was sleek, dignified, and elegant. Intricate patterns stretched from the hilt to the blade, exuding a sense of elongation.

"This was crafted by the top artisan of the great furnace; does it satisfy Young Hero Duan?" The matron leaned in and asked softly.

Duan Yun, looking at her deep cleavage up close, replied, "Satisfied."

Holding the sword in his hand, he knew he was satisfied.

Although it wasn’t as delicate as the touch of the skin of the woman named Wen Rou, the grip felt very comfortable.

And with these patterns, it was simply stunning.

He, Duan Yun, a Young Hero known for his Sword Dao, finally had a good sword that was perfect inside and out.

Duan Yun was in a good mood and couldn’t help saying, "For such a minor matter as delivering a sword, did you have to come in person, Lady?"

The apple-green matron laughed, revealing sweet dimples, and said, "Young Hero is a distinguished guest that caught our attention at first glance; how can it be a minor matter?"

She was sweet-looking, spoke sweetly, and even her words were sweet, making it impossible to find fault.

At that moment, the matron looked at the gloomy, rundown appearance of Yuzhu Villa, especially the graveyard behind it, and couldn’t help saying, "The place where Young Hero lives is really special."

"It must be quite thrilling to sleep here, don’t you think?"

Her emphasis was noticeable when she said "to sleep."

That’s when a clear voice rang out—"The Lady isn’t planning to stay too, is she?"

Shen Ying stood behind a pillar, her face expressionless.

The matron looked at Shen Ying, still smiling sweetly, and said, "No wonder Young Hero chose to live here; it turns out there was already a thrill-seeker arranged."

Shen Ying tilted her head and said, "Yeah, he’s thrilling enough, and as a righteous Young Hero, surely he can’t be exposed to other thrills."

"Right, Young Hero Duan?"

Duan Yun, full of heroic spirit, said, "Exactly."

For the moment, there was no fault to find with the sword, so there was no need to lock up this Lady in the cellar or to go after her husband.

By this time, the Murong brothers, having finished grooming, came out.

Touching his newly combed hair and with a melancholic look in his eyes, he said, "Lady, I am the owner of Yuzhu Villa, a most hospitable person, and I’m not looking for thrills..."

"Goodbye!"

Before the Murong brothers could finish their sentence, the sweet matron, with a dreamy glance at Duan Yun and Shen Ying, left.

Murong brothers stood there, dumbstruck, and said, "Why? She didn’t even glance at me once?"

Shen Ying scanned Murong brothers from head to toe and said, "You don’t look very wealthy."

Murong brothers protested, "Old Demon Duan is wealthy? I managed to get this mountain villa after so much sweet talk and persuasion."

Shen Ying shook her head and said, "At least his shoes have soles."

Hearing this, Murong brothers’ tensely held right leg couldn’t help but weaken, revealing his soleless shoes.

"This is just because I haven’t found the time to go buy some..."

"Moreover, he is handsomer than you."

"This kind of woman, if she doesn’t love charm, she loves money. Which do you possess?"

Shen Ying added another stab to Murong brothers’ heart.

Xiatou Ying’s words could sometimes be venomous, yet they were also quite accurate, accurate to the point of being a conclusion.

Murong brothers tried to defend himself: "That was just me not in good shape!"

Duan Yun listened to the side, amused, but then Shen Ying suddenly turned to him and said, "Although Murong brothers is both poor and unattractive, he at least has some discernment. What about you?"

Duan Yun: "Me?"

"Your eyes are practically glued to someone else’s lapel. If this level of merchandise can leave you dizzy and disoriented, it seems you, Young Hero, aren’t all that impressive. Going out into the world, you are likely to end up both duped and slain!"

With that, Shen Ying walked away.

Duan Yun couldn’t resist quipping, "Is it that time of the month for her, coming early?"

Murong brothers laughed and said, "It seems your sister really likes you quite a bit. You two should quickly confirm your blood relations, I fear getting too deep later on will be hard to extricate yourselves."

Saying so, a look of melancholic confusion flashed across his eyes.

"Yes, too deeply involved."

...

The good news of having a precious sword had just passed in the morning, and new good news arrived in the afternoon.

This time, it was not a beautiful young wife who came knocking but a servant boy.

The news they sought – the roll-up door was found.

Duan Yun looked at the note, his eyes glowing with excitement, "Zhu Heimian, I’ve finally found you!"

Murong brothers looked at the note, his eyes filled with both joy and sorrow, "Ling’er, the search for you has been so hard!"

That very afternoon, the two men were ready to set off, one to take down the Demon, and the other in search of his sister.

Duan Yun was always decisive and swift, believing that to fight Evil Demons and heretics, the more thunderous the approach, the better.

Before he left, he patted Shen Ying’s shoulder and said, "Don’t miss me, I’ll be quick in battle and return as soon as possible."

Shen Ying’s face flushed red, retorting, "Who would miss you, you weirdo!"

After that, Duan Yun picked up his sword and left without looking back.

Murong brothers was a little slower.

Shen Ying looked at him and said, "Why don’t you persuade me to follow along this time?"

Murong brothers sighed, "No need."

"Hmm?"

"Initially, I wanted to see you quickly sink into the quagmire of affection. By now, you’ve already fallen in, so it’s unnecessary," Murong brothers explained.

"Who has fallen in? And you’re not worried about him getting into trouble this time?" Shen Ying challenged.

Murong brothers replied, "Worried about him? What’s there to worry about him for? I’m more worried about Zhu Heimian."

"How so?"

"With just that one move he used to blow up the mountain, two Star Phases would have a tough time handling it, not to mention now his fingers and toes are extremely formidable. His Wind Flowing Force is exactly the bane of Zhu Heimian."

Seeing Shen Ying’s still puzzled expression, Murong brothers explained, "Don’t you know Zhu Heimian, that pig, rarely smiles, and has never been seen laughing?"

Shen Ying questioned, "Why?"

"Because Zhu Heimian is an extremely handsome man who believes that smiling would compromise his handsomeness, so he simply chose not to smile."

Shen Ying suddenly got it and said, "Such a face-conscious person, if made to wet himself by Old Demon Duan infront of everyone, his mindset would surely be greatly affected. In a high-level duel, if the mind is unsettled, the combat strength is halved."

Murong brothers continued, "Zhu Heimian is also notorious as a kidnapper."

"I know that. He loves to abduct heroines to tame them as wives, but once they marry him, he often turns into a good, loving, and henpecked husband," said Shen Ying.

"These heroines, like Chen Ying of the Huangshan Sword Sect, are already fiery by nature. Being abductively wed to this pig made her even more extreme. Now she’s indiscriminate between good and evil, reveling in killing loving Daoist couples at the slightest disagreement, turning people into mutilated bodies.

You should know, over the years, she has killed more than Zhu Heimian himself, and she’s considered the number one assassin of the Zhu Family.

If Duan Yun comes knocking, this proud and pampered Mrs. Zhu will certainly make the first move, and even Zhu Heimian won’t be able to stop her."

Shen Ying suddenly understood his point and said, "Then faced with Old Demon Duan’s Flirtatious Finger Strength, this Heroine Chen will surely..."

"Exactly. For someone like Zhu Heimian, who values face so much, if his wife wets herself in public, he would worry about the Bloodthirsty Storyteller spreading tales everywhere. Wouldn’t his mindset crumble..."

Shen Ying said, "I’m starting to feel a bit sorry for him."

Murong brothers sighed, "With Old Demon Duan wielding such dreadful Finger Technique, Zhu Heimian won’t stand a chance to force out his ultimate moves. You didn’t endure those thirty percent power strikes last night; you have no idea that feeling that you can’t resist, can’t avoid kneeling or showing weakness."

Shen Ying drew in a sharp breath and asked, "And you? You’re ok?"

Murong brothers eyes turned tender, "I’m fine. I know Ling’er would never kill me no matter what. Besides, I’ve been practicing swordsmanship too and am just a little behind Duan Yun now."

"If you both leave, then just bury me first," Shen Ying said.

"What?"

"My Nine Death Silkworm will mature soon. When you return, you can just dig me out," Shen Ying said.

While speaking, Shen Ying had dragged out the chest from before and lay down in it with practiced ease, her arms crossed over her chest, looking remarkably serene in her "departure"...