Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!
Chapter 242 - 186: Xiatou, I’m Going to Smash Your Butt Teeth! (Please Subscribe and Vote for Monthly Tickets)_2

Chapter 242: Chapter 186: Xiatou, I’m Going to Smash Your Butt Teeth! (Please Subscribe and Vote for Monthly Tickets)_2

But then, thinking of everything that had just happened in the room, Murong’s eyes suddenly became unfocused.

What’s there to be afraid of? Worse comes to worst, I’ll just die!

I’d be better off dead than living like this.

He lay on the bed, recalling the agonizing experience beneath it, recalling his sister Feng Ling’er’s disgust towards him and her infatuation with Duan Yun, remembering their collective shivering, the Sword Intent and the greenery on his head were growing again.

Tears welled up in Murong’s eyes.

He knew that if this Sword Intent continued to grow like this, sooner or later, he would be able to take down Old Demon Duan!

Duan Yun, I have come to understand the true essence of continual strength, but what about you?

Can you keep getting stronger too?

However, he had to admit that Old Demon Duan was just too twisted!

He almost succumbed under his Sword Qi and Fist Intent, the thought of having words carved into his legs still terrified him.

Hmm, I’ll only challenge Old Demon Duan again once my Sword Intent has reached a new level.

"Endless Resentment Blade, grow stronger for me!"

Murong continued to reminisce about his tragic past, tempering his Sword Intent through pain...

In the room, Duan Yun also couldn’t help but wipe off some cold sweat.

He pinched his right hand into a sword finger and with a flick, a green streak of Sword Qi shot out, puncturing a hole in the ground.

Murong’s Sword Qi was indeed venomous, it even affected his state of mind just now.

Fortunately, he knew a move, "Poison Force" sword finger, and had held off the invasion of the green poison.

Murong Demon is really too twisted!

If there’s a next time, I’ll need to find a wider space to unleash my big move, knock this scoundrel to the ground, hit his acupoints hard, and not give him any chance to strike back!

Young Hero Duan summarized his experience, contemplating.

...

Afterward, Duan Yun and Murong gradually got used to the janitorial life.

Sometimes Duan Yun was quite busy, after all, a janitor not only has to watch the door, but also sweep, do laundry, and treat the female cultivators of the Qiongling Sect.

It was here he even felt like he was reliving the times he was squeezed by his boss in his previous life as a corporate slave.

Murong was also very busy.

At night, he was busy enhancing his green Sword Intent and had to make sure it was hidden in his hair before dawn.

Of course, he also had to occasionally eavesdrop outside Old Demon Duan’s door to hear him treating the female sword cultivators, so his busyness was understandable.

Growing stronger comes with a price.

...

At Guanyin Monastery, two female disciples of the Qiongling Sect knelt before the Guanyin Statue.

Behind them stood Sect Master Guxue wearing a mask, who spoke indifferently, "You fail to suppress your desires because your hearts are not at peace, an unsettled heart is an insincere heart. Repent sincerely before Goddess Guanyin, and you will find peace."

The two disciples of the Qiongling Sect reverently picked up incense sticks from the table, lit them, and inserted them after bowing, then began to meditate and repent.

Smoke spiraled up within the hall, everything turning dreamlike.

The two women sat there, gazing at the Guanyin Statue with even greater solemnity in their eyes.

Within the curling smoke, they faintly felt as if the towering statue of Guanyin had come to life, looking at them with a face full of mercy.

Gradually, as the repentance deepened, their eyes also started to lose focus.

The two of them did not notice that at this moment, their Sect Master was close to their heads, absorbing something.

Her breath mixed with the monastery’s incense smoke, blurring the identities of the three people for a time.

Half an hour later, with the snap of fingers, the two female disciples’ eyes snapped open.

They found to their joy that the previously uncontrollable desires had significantly diminished.

They quickly thanked their master, and Guxue, still wearing the mask, mysteriously said, "What you should be thankful for is Goddess Guanyin."

"Yes."

"Yes."

After thanking Goddess Guanyin again, they left the hall.

Once the disciples left, the hall doors shut tight.

The lamps went out, plunging everything into silence and darkness.

Suddenly, the figure of Guxue seated before the statue flickered, moving near the head of the Guanyin Statue.

Her whole being lightly pressed against the head of Guanyin, eerily matching her mouth to the statue.

In the dim light, the scene for a moment seemed eerie and terrifying.

The breath, faint and mist-like, entered the lips of the Guanyin Statue.

This continued for the time it takes an incense stick to burn before Guxue slowly descended.

Even with a mask on her face, one could see her ears and neck were flushed, as if the Guanyin Statue could genuinely satisfy her desires.

Moments later, the Guanyin Statue let out a sigh.

"Today there was finally a bit of joy in my meditation, but the True Qi of those disciples from the previous days had no flavor at all."

Guxue sat there, eyes burning with intensity as she stared at the Guanyin Statue, and said, "I’ve checked; those disciples have not been slacking in their cultivation."

"The three disciples who went out to receive guests, it’s about time for one of them to return, only they are pure enough," said the Guanyin Statue.

Guxue somberly said, "I will have them return."

"Three consecutive disciples lack the flavor of Zen; have you been somewhat negligent in your discipline?"

Guxue appeared somewhat aggrieved and said, "I have specially investigated those people. Their cultivation has not slackened, but according to confidants, their temperaments have changed."

"What kind of change?" the Guanyin Statue inquired.

"They have become arrogant, dismissive of everything, or in other words, disdainful."

"Disdainful?"

"Yes, disdainful."

"There’s one disciple under you with such a temperament."

"Yu Zhenzhen is indeed like that."

"I remember she doesn’t eat fish or meat."

"That’s right."

"With such an unruly child, could it be her doing?"

Guxue spoke, "She doesn’t have that capability."

At this moment, Guxue’s tone was no longer one of superiority; instead, it carried a woman’s sense of jealousy.

"If she is so useless to me, you should eliminate her."

"But Yu Zhenzhen is the only one inside the sect who has had the fortune to comprehend the ancestors’ marvelous Cultivation Technique, a technique I have yet to witness in its entirety."

"As a Sect Master, you lack that Cultivation Technique?" the Guanyin Statue asked.

Guxue remained silent.

"I understand. However, no matter what, you must not ruin our grand plan."

"You must know, I can only rely on you now."

Hearing the words of the Guanyin Statue, Guxue’s eyes became even more fervent behind her mask, "I am well aware. I will thoroughly investigate the issue of the disciples’ changing temperaments."

Afterward, the Guanyin Statue said no more.

...

Nighttime, Duan Yun lay in bed resting.

These days of hard work had left him feeling somewhat fatigued.

These women of the Qiongling Sect are truly not easy to subdue, no, rather to heal.

Especially a few of them, acting as though they wanted to bite him, their True Qi also felt biting.

However, with a Medical Practitioner’s Compassionate Heart, seeing each and every one of these female Sword Cultivators trapped in a fog of desire getting healed and returning to purity through his efforts gave him a strong sense of achievement.

The sense of accomplishment probably felt the same as "persuading a courtesan to reform."

Tonight had reached midnight, and no female cultivator from the Qiongling Sect had come to find him; it seemed he could rest.

But just then, he suddenly realized someone was coming.

Could it be? Even at this late hour, someone is sneaking around?

Tap tap...

The door was gently knocked upon, and before Duan Yun could respond, the latch rattled, and the person outside actually let themselves in.

The visitor wore a high ponytail, beautiful yet domineering – it was Yu Zhenzhen.

Duan Yun, upon seeing her, commented, "Yu, have you become so impolite nowadays? This is like barging into someone’s chamber in the middle of the night."

Yu Zhenzhen looked at him and retorted, "Do you think this lady wishes to come to this awful place in the dead of night?"

"Master is investigating you; you must hurry and leave."

"Investigating me? I, Xu Xian, am just a doorman, sweeping, washing, and saving people. If she’s investigating me, she should give me a raise," Duan Yun responded with a righteous air.

Yu Zhenzhen sighed and said, "Your medical skills are truly impressive; you’ve dealt with illnesses even the Divine Doctor couldn’t cure, but the Qiongling Sect is not so simple; staying could be dangerous."

"I’m not afraid," replied Duan Yun.

Yu Zhenzhen looked at Duan Yun with her slightly myopic beautiful eyes, "Why risk your life so recklessly? Even if you fancy me, there’s no need to take such risks and lose your life. Besides, no matter how much you admire me, I won’t accept you. I am a natural-born female Sword Cultivator, destined to be in love with my sword for life, I won’t entertain such thoughts about a doctor."

Duan Yun: "I..."

"No matter what you say, it’s pointless; my advice is to give up sooner," Yu Zhenzhen interrupted him.

Hearing this, Duan Yun clenched his fists tight.

What kind of disdainful woman is this? I’m merely engrossed in the healing of your sick fellow sect members.

"Right, you better pack up quickly; you may not want to go, but you have to leave. Don’t force me to knock you out and take you away by force," Yu Zhenzhen said with a domineering look on her face.

At that moment, Duan Yun simply adopted a rogue-like demeanor, "I won’t leave. If you want to force me to go, you can try."

Yu Zhenzhen sighed, "I’ve barely spoken a few words with you, why are you so deeply mired?"

Hearing this, Duan Yun’s forehead vein throbbed.

Even if you don’t take me away by force today, I want to spank your disdainful behind!

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