Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!
Chapter 153 - 144: Lady, if you dare to hit me, I dare to stab your butt (Seeking Subscription)

Chapter 153: Chapter 144: Lady, if you dare to hit me, I dare to stab your butt (Seeking Subscription)

The night at Yuzhu Villa was marked by a knock on the door, a rather rare occurrence.

After all, it was a manor located under the graveyard, which appeared haunted, and the Manor Master Murong Brother was there to hide from his sister, usually seeing no guests, so naturally few people would inquire.

The last time someone knocked in the middle of the night for a visit was during summer, and it was Fu Wanjun, the White-haired Witch previously treated by Duan Yun.

Who could it be this time?

Although Duan Yun and Shen Ying’s first reaction was Murong Brother, they quickly realized it couldn’t be him.

Who would knock so politely on their own house?

Shen Ying looked at Duan Yun and said, "You go open the door."

Duan Yun objected, "Why should it be me?"

"Because I made dinner!" Shen Ying countered with hands on her hips, her tone bold and confident.

Duan Yun found her reasoning sound, and so he went to open the door.

With a creak, the old wooden door barely opened when Duan Yun instinctively stepped back.

Two girls stood at the door, one dressed in green and the other in white, their ages indiscernible.

The reason their ages were unclear was that, according to their appearances and figures, they seemed like young girls yet to mature, but their chest areas were unusually pronounced.

Duan Yun was momentarily dazzled.

The two girls held a red carpet, laying it from the doorway into the courtyard, then one of them somersaulted into the air, retreating to the outside of the house.

Throughout this, although Duan Yun watched them intently, they did not even glance at him, as if Duan Yun did not exist at all.

Could these two girls be blind?

Indeed, it was strange for them to not look at him, a man of his handsome appearance.

But he didn’t pay too much attention to this, for though the girls were pretty and wore exquisite clothes, their behavior suggested they might be maidservants of someone.

After the girls withdrew, suddenly two "balls" rolled up.

These balls rolled along the edges of the red carpet toward the depths of the courtyard, then suddenly stretched out, revealing two tall, graceful beauties.

The beauties were barefoot, each carrying a basket.

The next moment, petals from the baskets fluttered out, seemingly casual but all aimed precisely along the edges of the red carpet, turning it into a floral tapestry.

Their wrist control in scattering the petals was truly astounding.

Duan Yun was utterly entranced, not only because these two barefoot beauties were indeed beautiful and skilled, but also because their actions were akin to "flower girls."

If the "flower girls" had such skills, what about their master?

At that moment, after the scattering of petals, the two barefoot beauties gracefully drifted back as if they were ethereal fairies.

Tonight’s spectacle was indeed more delightful than a theater play.

Yet Duan Yun and Shen Ying knew well that as long as the master hadn’t appeared, the climax of this grand drama had not yet arrived.

The next instant, strains of string and woodwind music suddenly rose.

Two women dressed like barbarians, their hair braided into many plaits swinging with their heads, could conjure sounds of various instruments with their bare mouths, showcasing remarkable inner breath control and oral skills.

It could be said that each woman was an entire band.

The key point was, they were beauties, beauties with an exotic charm.

Outside the dark entrance of Yuzhu Villa appeared like a magical box, hiding who knows how many uniquely skilled individuals.

Then, Duan Yun and Shen Ying suddenly heard a noise and looked up.

In the dark sky, four lanterns lit up.

The lanterns fell closer and closer, until they neared Yuzhu Villa, whereupon the pair could see they were four elegant palace lanterns.

The lanterns were held by four masked women, their faces hidden, and exuding an airy fairy-like aura.

Their Qinggong skills alone could compare with the Red House fairies famous in the Martial World for their light body skills.

Their posture and movement technique might be fairy-like, but what they did was not quite so.

Because each masked woman had a wooden post on her shoulder.

They were carrying a large couch, slowly descending from the air.

Yes, they were essentially palanquin bearers.

The couch was veiled with light purple gauze which, as the wind blew, revealed the figures of two women inside it.

The previously appeared maidservants, flower girls, musicians, and palanquin bearers were all unmatched beauties, but as the gauze fluttered, they were instantly overshadowed.

On the couch, on the right, was a young maiden dressed in a long gauzy dress adorned with vibrant blooming flowers, her presence even more radiant than the flowers themselves.

On the left was an elegantly dressed lady in a purple robe, who, though she merely sat casually, inexplicably drew attention.

Duan Yun recalled a song lyric from his past life, "My sister says purple has a charm," and now he thought, my sister was right.

He had never seen such a charming lady.

The next moment, the girl on the right moved, her skirt’s flowers flowed enticingly.

She looked at Duan Yun angrily and said, "Mother, last time it was he who hurt my bottom!"

Duan Yun showed a confused expression, then noticing her Flower Branch Sword almost blending with her floral skirt, he realized.

This is Feng Ling’er, Murong Brother’s sister!

Last time the battle was too abrupt and his opponent’s Red Face Sword was dazzling. He only remembered that his Toe Sword pierced through the opponent’s buttocks, but he didn’t belittle her appearance.

Now the opponent brought theirparents to his door, and the main culprit, Murong brothers, was not there. How embarrassing.

Am I supposed to take the blame?

Duan Yun quickly said, "Junior sister, Lady, this was all a misunderstanding."

Then, the lady in the purple robe subtly moved, and a three-foot-long jade smoking pipe appeared in her hand.

She gently blew out a puff of smoke, which wound around her, dreamlike and elusive.

Feng Ling’er’s mother looked through the smoke at Duan Yun and spoke faintly, "My daughter rarely gets bullied. If you can withstand my move and still live, we’ll consider the matter settled."

Her voice was equally captivating and melodious, giving one the feeling of lingering music.

As her voice fell, the smoke that had been floating in front of her suddenly stilled, as if materialized.

At that moment, Shen Ying’s complexion changed slightly.

But Duan Yun took a step forward and said, "Lady, I have clarified this as a misunderstanding, but since you wish to teach me a lesson, let’s raise the stakes."

"What wager?"

"If I can withstand your move and still have strength left, I might just shoot through your buttocks as well. I don’t like being hit passively," Duan Yun said seriously.

"How dare you! Do you really think you can withstand a move from my mother?" Feng Ling’er shouted angrily.

In that instant, everyone present changed their expressions, except for Duan Yun and the lady in the purple robe.

They looked at each other, motionless.

The air seemed to freeze, and the originally spacious courtyard suddenly felt very oppressive.

Shen Ying’s forehead and back were already sweating coldly.

A gust of wind stirred the previously frozen smoke, and the lady in the purple robe smiled cunningly and said, "Interesting, Ling’er being hit by your sword is no injustice."

As she spoke, the smoke had already dispersed, and the terrifying aura of sternness also vanished.

Seeing this, Feng Ling’er complained, "Mother, why didn’t you teach him a lesson?"

The lady in purple shook her head and said, "I promised to deal with the Murong brothers for you, but I didn’t agree to go after him. You got hit by his sword; figure out how to get back at him yourself."

"Mother!"

Hearing her mother’s words, Feng Ling’er was almost driven mad.

At this moment, the lady in purple looked at Duan Yun and Shen Ying and asked, "Are you friends with that rascal from the Murong family?"

Duan Yun responded decisively, "We are hardly acquainted with Murong brothers; at best we are his tenants."

The lady in purple nodded and said, "Very well, we only plan to wait for him here, sorry to disturb you, and here’s the rent."

Then, the flower girl that was previously scattering flowers came forward with a flower basket and respectfully placed it in front of Duan Yun.

Afterward, the group headed towards the backyard, looking like they intended to stay.

Luckily, Yuzhu Villa was big, and in the dark night, the group of sudden visitors quickly disappeared from sight.

Duan Yun looked down at the flower basket, which suddenly seemed very glaring to him.

Because it was a basket full of gold.

Young Hero Duan was already in a good mood, and now it was even better.

Only then did Shen Ying finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Seeing this, Duan Yun said, "You seem very tense."

"Of course I am tense. Do you know who you were facing just now?" Shen Ying retorted.

"Who? If she is Murong brother’s mother, doesn’t that make her Murong’s stepmother?" Duan Yun speculated.

Shen Ying lowered her voice, "Keep your voice down, contending with anyone from the Purple Garment Dragon King spells doom, whether they’re righteous or evil."

"Purple Garment Dragon King?" Duan Yun raised his eyebrows.

He was a rookie in the Martial World, unaware of the renowned masters, but a woman called "Purple Garment Dragon King" was definitely not someone to provoke.

Just her demeanor alone truly pressured Duan Yun.

After all, whether they were maids, flower girls, or porters, placing them in the Martial World meant they were top-notch masters, yet they willingly served this woman, which shows her extraordinary means.

When that smoke solidified momentarily, Duan Yun’s body also got goosebumps.

It was his body’s instinctual warning of danger.

But he, Duan Yun, Young Hero Duan, a one-of-a-kind Cultivation genius, who has he ever feared?

Regardless of anyone, Purple Garment or Red Garment Dragon King, if they dared to mess with him, he dared to shoot through their buttocks.

Young Hero Duan was famed for his counter-strikes.

Seeing the look on Shen Ying’s face, Duan Yun couldn’t help but say, "Are you worried that she might beat me badly?"

Shen Ying shook her head, "Not entirely."

At that moment, while she was worried Duan Yun might get beaten brutally by the Purple Garment Dragon King, she was also worried that the Purple Garment Dragon King might get shot in the buttocks by Duan Yun.

Yes, if anyone talked about such a scenario in the Martial World, it would be considered a huge joke, even the most fanciful storyteller wouldn’t dare to fabricate such a tale.

But this young man’s surname was Duan, given name Yun, known as the Young Hero, and that was unpredictable.

Because he was precisely the "Old Demon Duan," currently the hottest topic among the storytellers!

Like the Murong brothers, Shen Ying always felt that this guy had a magical power, a maverick power making the improbable possible.

"Old Demon Duan" should never be judged by conventional wisdom!