Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!
Chapter 297 - 209: Murong the Hero with Graceful Bearing, Old Demon Duan Ruthlessly Destroys the Flower! (Seeking Subscriptions!)

Chapter 297: Chapter 209: Murong the Hero with Graceful Bearing, Old Demon Duan Ruthlessly Destroys the Flower! (Seeking Subscriptions!)

For two days following, Feng Ling’er still enjoyed seeking out Duan Yun to help him build his underground palace.

But she felt something wasn’t quite right.

That was Shen Ying seemed to not mind at all, showing a faint trace of joy every day during meals.

All these changes had started after Shen Ying sought out Duan Yun.

This day, Shen Ying was humming a tune as usual on her way to fetch water, and Feng Ling’er followed her.

Seeing this, Shen Ying asked, "What’s up?"

Seeing Shen Ying in such good spirits, Feng Ling’er couldn’t help but ask, "What did you show Duan Yun last time?"

Shen Ying blinked her beautiful eyes, mimicking Feng Ling’er’s tone, and said, "How is that any of your business?"

Having spent a lot of time with Feng Ling’er, she had learned how to talk in riddles.

Feng Ling’er suddenly thought of something and demanded, "Did you two sneak a bite?"

Shen Ying couldn’t help but laugh, continuing to speak cryptically, "You should ask him about these matters. After all, such things aren’t led by a woman alone."

Hearing this, Feng Ling’er was quite upset.

She didn’t mind talking in riddles with Shen Ying, but when the other party used the same method against her, she somewhat couldn’t stand it.

The key was that this Xiatou girl’s answer was maddeningly evasive; it was neither a confession nor a denial, seeming both guilty and innocent.

Asking Duan Yun was even less likely because no matter the answer, it would make her seem weird.

Seeing this cunning girl suddenly speechless, Shen Ying proudly puffed out her flat chest and walked away like a victorious rooster.

...

It took nearly ten days for Duan Yun to finally finish repairing the cellar.

Looking at the state of this cellar, it was incredibly invincible!

Duan Yun even spent two whole days lying in his cellar, wishing he could stay a little longer.

Yes, this cellar was like his kingdom. Thinking that many people could be healed inside, transformed from villains to heroes filled with heroic spirit, he felt a gratifying sense of satisfaction.

...

In the afternoon, Duan Yun and the Murong brothers sat by the Nameless Lake, fishing.

The days since returning were full of peace, joy, and leisure.

Duan Yun remembered it clearly. When he first arrived in this world, he was an obscure gynecologist, worrying about his livelihood every day.

Eating only two meals a day, he once feared he would starve to death.

But now, he no longer had to worry about making a living.

As long as he didn’t desire too much material wealth, he could afford to fish leisurely.

After Feng Ling’er and Shen Ying became fishing addicts, Duan Yun and the Murong brothers could not avoid the same fate.

Their addiction was even greater.

Starting right after lunch, the two had been fishing, and now it was almost dusk, still without any catch.

Duan Yun could never understand why some fishermen could keep fishing all night without a single catch and still refuse to leave.

Fishing is a relaxing leisure activity, but also one where you don’t want to return empty-handed.

Sitting and fishing seems boring, but in reality, there’s always a faint hope.

Hope for a catch.

At this hour, one should probably give up, but Duan Yun and the Murong brothers looked at each other, neither making a move.

Because before heading out, both had boasted they would catch fish for dinner.

Now, not a single fish was caught.

The two looked at each other, each hoping the other would resort to special measures, like using Sword Qi to attack the fish’s lair, forcibly making those damned fish jump ashore.

But still, neither made a move.

Fishing that turns into hunting fish somehow feels like a failure.

Neither of them wanted to taste this humble failure.

At this moment, the Sun only left a trace of afterglow on the horizon, and the colors of the entire lake had become much more profound.

After nightfall, this place would certainly turn into a different scene.

The profound waters of the lake, the bleak forests, and behind those forests a large graveyard. The nearby town even had rumors of ghosts haunting the graveyard and giant fish eating people.

Such a scene, after nightfall, would no matter what resemble the set of a horror movie.

Known as Old Demon Duan and Green Blade Demon in the eyes of Jianghu people, such characters were the stuff of nightmares, not afraid of ghosts.

But here they were, afraid of not catching fish.

Returning empty-handed is shameful, and cheating is shameless.

But considering the big talk they boasted before leaving, and the women waiting for their fish to be cooked, they were both itching to cheat.

If the night completely fell, cheating might become even more difficult.

Duan Yun hesitated, "You go do something."

Pretending not to understand, the Murong brother said, "I suddenly feel the need to poop."

Duan Yun wished he could kick the crap out of him, but just then, the Murong brother’s fishing rod suddenly jerked.

"Fish on!"

This got them both terribly excited, looking more thrilled than if they had discovered a Martial World treasure or a beauty fragrant as a flower.

They were also very careful.

It wasn’t easy to hook a fish, and they had to be gentle.

The fishing line was sinking, the rod bending; the fish seemed pretty big!

The Murong brother grabbed the rod, finding the force much stronger than he expected.

Fishing is all about being steady, accurate, and ruthless. As a Martial Arts expert, particularly in front of Old Demon Duan, although he wasn’t as handsome, as powerful, or as captivating to women as Duan Yun, he couldn’t lose at fishing!

Thus, he steeled his energy in his Dantian, his fingers gripping firmly, determined not to let this one get away!

With a swish, as the rod was skillfully pulled, something white suddenly broke through the water’s surface.

"We got it!"

But when this "fish" landed on the shore, both men were somewhat dumbfounded.

If by some stretch these could be called fish, then they could only be two mermaids.

Two young girls were bound within a fishing net, their appearances beautiful and ethereal, their figures sultry, looking almost exactly alike.