Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!
Chapter 283 - 203: What? The Great Hero Storyteller? Exclusively Debates for Old Demon Duan? (Seeking Monthly Votes/Subscriptions)_3

Chapter 283: Chapter 203: What? The Great Hero Storyteller? Exclusively Debates for Old Demon Duan? (Seeking Monthly Votes/Subscriptions)_3

"Chen Yun, Young Hero Duan has already left with his people. You definitely can’t leave on your own. You have no choice but to stay."

"Hehe, how did those nobles beat you up back then?"

While speaking, a man with a lustful look in his eyes leaned in.

The next moment, there was a thud.

The burly man was sent flying, his nose broken.

Chen Yun looked at her fist, somewhat surprised.

She had noticed a change in herself while walking on the road earlier; her footprints in the snow had become shallower than before, similar to those skilled Thunder Listeners.

Unexpectedly, her punch had such power, as if she were born with divine strength.

She glanced at the others, the group that was initially eager to try all avoided her gaze.

Afterward, Chen Yun walked away.

Even if she couldn’t follow Young Hero Duan’s footsteps and leave, she still had her own path to pursue.

At night, the thunder roared repeatedly.

With a bang, a bolt of lightning struck the statue of the Thunder God and Mother.

The next moment, the red nose twitched, and the clay statue shakily stood up.

The reason it was wobbling was partly because it seemed unfamiliar with this body and partly because its buttocks were originally broken.

Duan Yun, in search of the secret book, had dug into the statue’s buttocks.

The Thunder God and Mother statue, with its broken backside, walked through the night, terrifyingly.

Eventually, it stood in front of a large pit.

There, lay the place where Sect Leader Yan Rufeng of the Thunder God and Mother Sect died.

In an instant, the long red nose lifted, and thunder and lightning crackled all around.

For a moment, the thunder and lightning seemed red as if tinged with blood.

These sounds of thunder and lightning blended together, as if a man and woman were speaking in human tongues—"Oh, my dear Star Fury!"

...

In Stone Tower City, a storyteller in the busiest area of the city was recounting the tale of Old Demon Duan.

The story of Old Demon Duan going to Little Lei City to massacre, specifically targeting ugly people and brutally killing the honest Thunder Listeners, written by Bloodthirsty Storyteller Xue, had already spread across Leizhou, creating a sensation in the local Martial Arts world.

Several who had originally used the reputation of the Thunder God and Mother Sect to suppress Old Demon Duan were now being metaphorically slapped in the face, beating their chests in regret.

"There’s a saying that even a mighty dragon can’t suppress a local snake, but Old Demon Duan, ruthless and cruel, scattered even the local snake’s ashes overnight."

"Is it a sin to be born ugly? Should one be killed for being ugly?"

"Old Demon Duan, utterly heartless, slaughtered all the ugly people in Little Lei City! I am ugly, and I refuse to accept this!"

A group of ugly listeners nodded in agreement.

"I think, the ugly heroes of the Martial World should come together, we can’t let Old Demon Duan continue..."

With a bang!

At that moment, a beautiful woman suddenly walked up and flipped over the storyteller’s chair.

"What are you doing?" the storyteller exclaimed angrily.

A group of rather ugly listeners also became angry.

After hearing the stories told by this storyteller, some of them had the idea of becoming storytellers themselves, wanting to spread the evil deeds of Old Demon Duan so that the skilled fighters among the ugly could know and put an end to Old Demon Duan, thus having a clear world for themselves.

Suddenly, a beauty causing a disturbance, how could they not be angry?

Chen Yun’s beautiful eyes condensed, saying, "You’re talking nonsense!"

"The latest information I got from my colleagues is genuine! How is it nonsense?" the storyteller retorted confidently, with a big nose on his face.

Chen Yun retorted, "How can you spout such nonsense? I am from Little Lei City, and I personally witnessed Young Hero Duan Acting for Heaven. Do you think you understand the situation better than me?"

"Ha ha ha ha ha... Did you hear that? This woman actually called Old Demon Duan a young hero, ha ha ha... Old Demon Duan kills ugly people indiscriminately and still wants to claim..."

With a bang, the storyteller was sent flying.

He fell to the ground, his nose completely crooked, blood flowing nonstop, unable to even crawl up.

This woman turned out to be a master!

The crowd was shocked, and two of the previously angry ugly people thought about escaping, but Chen Yun already shouted, "Whoever dares to run, I will smash their nose!"

The ugly man turned his head, painfully said, "Miss, my mother is pregnant, I need to go back and take care of her."

"Sit down!"

With that shout, everyone in the tea house instantly straightened up!

"Today, I will properly tell you the story of Young Hero Duan’s heroic deeds, Acting for Heaven, and saving Little Lei City! Whoever dares to leave before listening to the end, I will kill them!"

"That’s right, not even allowed to pee! Listen to Young Hero Duan’s story, no peeing allowed!"

These days, after leaving Little Lei City, Chen Yun roamed around Thunder City.

And after learning that Duan Yun had left, all she felt was sorrow and gratitude.

She thought about following his footsteps, but considering her own wounded body, she felt unworthy.

Today, upon hearing the storyteller’s nonsense, she couldn’t hold back any longer.

Through observing these past few days, she knew the rumors about Young Hero Duan had been spreading for a while now, all thanks to these rotten storytellers.

Thus, at this moment, she suddenly had an epiphany, finding her own path.

This world is already so unjust; some people just want to add fuel to the fire, with lies becoming truths through repetition.

Since there were so many shameless people slandering Young Hero Duan, then she will debate for Young Hero Duan!

She would also become a storyteller, dedicated to Young Hero Duan!

When Chen Yun shared her experiences, especially about the evils of the ugly nobles in Little Lei City, the torments they suffered stirred many people into grinding their teeth and shedding tears; when mentioning how Young Hero Duan used a pole to run through the ugly noble and the Thunder Madmen, marching boldly towards the Thunder God and Mother Sect, people actually cheered.

This was mainly because Chen Yun truly knew how to tell a tale, making it vivid and deeply immersive.

Because this was essentially a portrayal of her life.

After Chen Yun finished, people then left, either quickly or slowly; the quick ones were rushing to pee, the slow ones were still absorbed in the story.

Compared to the storyteller with the crooked nose, they were more inclined to believe this story of Young Hero Duan.

After all, Chen Yun mentioned too many details that other storytellers couldn’t provide, proving her identity as a local of Little Lei City.

Chen Yun took a deep breath, and just then, a man approached.

He thumped down on his knees before Chen Yun.

Chen Yun asked in surprise, "What are you doing?"

"Miss Chen, I too want to tell stories, just like you, telling the stories of Young Hero Duan’s heroic deeds!" the man said excitedly.

Chen Yun shook her head and said, "Telling stories this way could offend many people, and you might even die!"

Indeed, not everyone has her kind of experiences, nor can everyone carve the name of Young Hero Duan into their thigh, showing their determination.

"I’m not afraid! My wife was killed by someone from the Thunder God and Mother Sect!"

"Even if I die, I cannot let Young Hero Duan be wronged!"

As he spoke, the man ripped his sleeve open, revealing four bloody words—"Young Hero Duan Yun."

These were the words he had carved onto himself right after listening to Chen Yun’s storytelling, unable to contain the grief for his deceased wife and his gratitude towards Young Hero Duan any longer.

Yes, as if a mysterious force was guiding him, compelling him to become a storyteller.

To sing praises of the young hero, a storyteller extolling heroism!