Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!
Chapter 332 - 227: Fairy Ziyu, You’re Quite Ill! (Request for Subscription)

Chapter 332: Chapter 227: Fairy Ziyu, You’re Quite Ill! (Request for Subscription)

After donating gold, Duan Yun felt a relief throughout his body.

Killing, saving people, turning ill-gotten wealth into righteousness, all these gave him the wonderful experience of being a Young Hero.

Of course, he did not know that the chest of gold he donated had resolved an urgent need for thirteen cities plagued by an epidemic.

Sometimes natural disasters are actually man-made. If there were fewer man-made disasters, natural disasters would be easier to deal with.

Unknowingly, Duan Yun’s every action started to influence others and even certain powers, although he himself was oblivious.

Of course, his influence also earned him deep hatred from many, such as Lord Qin and others, who instead of profiting from disasters, faced losses.

Duan Yun had killed many and offended many, both overtly and covertly.

This group of people were all eagerly wishing for his failure, his death.

Fortunately, he was one in ten thousand cultivation prodigies, undefeated from the start.

"Nameless Young Hero."

Duan Yun muttered his new title, quite satisfied with it.

The title sounded humble and low-key, very much like a master.

Since he had done what needed to be done, Duan Yun told the coachman to speed up, rushing back to Yuzhu Villa.

After a few sunny days, what followed were the commonly seen overcast days in winter.

In such weather, it is easy for people to feel depressed.

Duan Yun found that, no matter the world, he never liked winter much.

Winter is always bleak, harsh for the poor, and lonelier for the lonely.

Thankfully, Duan Yun was going back to Yuzhu Villa.

In the depths of winter, people should stay in the warmth of home, hence the term "hibernation."

That afternoon, Duan Yun returned to Yuzhu Villa.

The families that needed to be annihilated were gone, the Human Skin Mask was destroyed, Murong brothers had found their true love, and he returned still as a Young Hero.

Looking at the familiar old gate and the patchy walls, Duan Yun couldn’t help feeling a sense of attachment.

The gate was closed, so Duan Yun simply climbed over the wall.

"I’m back."

He strolled around and found the villa unexpectedly deserted.

No, even Big White was not there.

Ling’er and Feng Ling’er were probably out, taking even Big White with them, maybe to listen to stories, fish, or maybe even to engage in acts of valor, or just to join in the excitement.

That’s how it is in the Martial World.

Especially those who like joining in the excitement, not practicing kung fu properly, not eating properly, and always ready to gather around spinning tales, claiming to know someone, reminiscing about fighting alongside someone - this is also why many die from curiosity in the Martial World every year.

Speaking of acts of valor, Duan Yun couldn’t help but think of Big White’s boxing stance.

This house’s horse, donkey, and a panda, it’s only Panda Dabai who has the potential to be a Hero.

As for the other two he brought back, they are just hopeless.

There, Little Grey was already joyfully running to the backyard to graze with the horse.

Duan Yun didn’t even go to his room, heading straight for the cellar.

The cellar was practically his palace, dearly missed whenever he was away for a while.

Upon reaching the cellar, Duan Yun felt the air was fragrant, and couldn’t help himself from lying down.

Though the floor of the cellar was hard, he felt as if he was lying on cotton.

Ah, it would be better if there were more people here.

At that moment, Duan Yun thought of Leng Yimeng and Leng Yixue, the busty Goddess Catchers.

Indeed, the first time he fixed the cellar was to imprison them.

Unfortunately, that plan was never realized.

Wait, me, a law-abiding Young Hero, how could I consider imprisoning Goddess Catchers, a grave crime.

"It’s all this damn book’s fault!"

"Young people shouldn’t read such books."

Saying this, Duan Yun took out "The Fall of the Goddess Constable" from his bosom, casually flipped through a few pages, and threw it aside.

The first half of the book was a masterpiece, but it had also become a bit tedious.

After spending some time in his luxurious cellar, Duan Yun went back upstairs.

He went into the kitchen.

Several strips of cured meat were hanging from the kitchen beams, apparently smoked.

It must’ve been prepared by Feng Ling’er and Ying, and Duan Yun immediately craved it.

He flicked his fingers, slicing off a chunk of streaky cured meat, and started to make fire for cooking.

This meal was simple and unadorned, just cured meat with white rice.

The cured meat on top of the rice, the rice steaming in the pot, the kitchen quickly filled with the aroma of the meat.

Duan Yun could hardly wait, so he copied a move from a movie, using True Qi to intensify the flames!

"If only I had learned Flame Palm, maybe I could fry an egg on my hand."

In less than the time it takes a stick of incense to burn, Duan Yun had already lifted the pot lid.

Indeed, under the influence of his True Qi, the rice and cured meat were cooked ahead of time.

The fat from the cured meat mixed with the white rice looked tempting, and a thin layer of crispy rice formed at the bottom of the pot.

Duan Yun quickly sat down to eat heartily.

A bite of rice, a piece of meat, another bite of crispy rice crust, it was indescribably delicious.

Eating a good meal is always a pleasurable experience.

After finishing his meal, Duan Yun felt warm and a tad sleepy.

Drinking too much can lead to drunkenness, actually eating too much can also cause drowsiness.

And one of the best pleasures is to snooze a bit while tipsy or sleepy from a full stomach.

Duan Yun then went to his room and lay on the familiar bed.

His room was still clean even after being away for so long, clearly someone had cleaned it.