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Chapter 342 - 232 I Just Want to Beat You All to Death, or Be Killed by You All! (Please Subscribe)

Chapter 342: Chapter 232 I Just Want to Beat You All to Death, or Be Killed by You All! (Please Subscribe)

Tonight, there are neither stars nor moon.

Only a faint light burns in the dining hall on the first floor of the inn.

The Murong brothers walk along the road, their feet on a red carpet laid out by the Meat Bodhisattvas.

Petal strewn around the red carpet emit a faint fragrance, appearing exceedingly elegant.

Yet, the Murong brothers’ backs are drenched in cold sweat.

The chill wind blows, turning that sweat into a biting cold that seeps into their skin.

For they know all too well that the Meat Bodhisattvas’ red carpet is not that easy to tread upon, in their eyes, its scarlet hue is like the long tongue of a demon, intent on rolling them into Abyss Hell.

At dinner, the Murong brothers did not tell Ning Qing about the most terrifying aspect of the Qingni Temple’s Meat Bodhisattvas.

That is their need for cushions for their cultivation, and their preference for making these cushions out of flesh.

In their words, feeling the sins of the cushions beneath them actually aids in calming their minds.

As a handsome young hero, the fairest and most elegant of three generations of the Murong Family, confronting such "immortals" poses a great risk.

But the Murong brothers do not halt their steps, showing no signs of retreat, their manner as they carry the Green Moon Saber across their waist does hold a bit of the bravado of a hero standing defiant.

Unconsciously, they have been influenced by Duan Yun’s Supreme Heroic Spirit.

They even harbor the illusion that a shout declaring "I want to be a hero!" could send all demons scurrying in fear.

With that thought, the Murong brothers stride even larger.

In the quiet of the night, their footsteps are like drumbeats, each step resonating in the hearts of those who listen.

In fact, the confrontation between experts begins from the very first moment they lay eyes on each other.

These strange people at the inn who dare to brazenly appear before the Murong brothers, does it mean they aren’t afraid of them at all?

And did the Murong brothers, when they discussed them at the inn to Ning Qing, also convey that they aren’t afraid?

In any event, one cannot lose momentum.

The Murong brothers enter the dining hall.

A faint smell of blood permeates the air, making the scent of flowers nearby seem greasy and heavy.

The source of this blood scent, the Murong brothers saw clearly just a moment ago.

This is a cannibalistic Martial World.

With Red Ghost lurking outside, his red hair alone enough to instill fear, yet in the eyes of the two Meat Venerables and the Ba Mountain Daoist, he’s very insignificant.

Perhaps only the Red Ghost with double red pupils could have a seat at the dinner table, thus becoming a target to be devoured.

There is no Red Ghost inside the room.

Two Meat Venerables are seated there, the folds on their bodies resembling mouths, exuding an overwhelming pressure, with the Ba Mountain Daoist and his strong men by their side.

It seems as if both parties have agreed on something, sitting together waiting for him, which somewhat piqued the Murong brothers’ curiosity.

One should know, whether it’s the Meat Venerables or the Ba Mountain Daoist, both are extremely eccentric and rarely collaborate with outsiders.

"Please sit."

That Meat Venerable, whom they’ve just seen engaging in ghost-eating, spoke.

The Murong brothers sit down firmly, yet this doesn’t stop their nervousness.

If it were a year ago, before meeting Duan Yun, facing such individuals, the Murong brothers certainly wouldn’t dare to attend alone.

From ancient times to present, there’s a saying in the Martial World that monks, women, and Taoists are not to be provoked.

Here are precisely the women and Taoists who are the most troublesome.

In the past, facing just the Ba Mountain Daoist or the two Meat Venerables alone would have been more than they could handle.

It’s apparent that their cultivation is profound; they are above the Tongyou Realm, with high status within both Ba Mountain and Qingni Temple.

And he is but one man.

However, in the period following his encounter with Duan Yun - though not particularly long - he, too, has changed, making astonishing progress.

Indeed, Duan Yun’s exceptionally preposterous talent has spurred him, awakened the latent potential of this genius, unleashing his one-in-a-million sabersmanship.

His blade technique has advanced further, no longer what it once was.

Even facing the four demons of the inn, he possesses the power to fight.

His tension is because, despite having the power to fight, he can’t be sure of victory, whether against the Ba Mountain Daoist or the Meat Venerables. Should he fail, the consequences would be dire.

He is not Li Feixia, not everyone has the ability to survive being pressed under the Meat Venerable for three days and nights. Should he fail, he’d likely end up as a cushion for the Meat Venerables or perhaps a favored lantern for the Ba Mountain Daoist.

"Young Hero Murong, when I first heard your name, it was said you were practicing your family’s sabre art and had some disagreements with your sister. Unexpectedly, upon seeing you now, you’ve become a renowned hero."

At this moment, the hitherto silent Ba Mountain Daoist—sipping tea—spoke up.

He just happened to be sitting in a dark spot beneath the lamp, rendering his facial expressions unclear to the Murong brothers.

It’s obvious that this Ba Mountain Daoist has investigated him!

The issue of his sabre practice and his half-sister was only famous within a small circle, not something considered noteworthy by a daoist of Ba Mountain’s caliber.

Yet he knows.

This means they indeed came targeting him.

But still, he can’t fathom why.

Could it be that the daoist has changed his disposition, no longer fond of alchemy, and now prefers men?

The Murong brothers subtly tighten their gluteus muscles, responding, "Aspiring to be a hero is indeed my passion; I always devote myself wholeheartedly to what I do."

At this point, the Meat Venerable on the left side couldn’t help but speak, "Besides aspiring to be a hero, I wonder what else does Young Hero Murong fancy?"

Her voice is also pleasant, and accompanied by her clear and beautiful face, it would normally be quite seductive. But along with her grotesquely fleshy body, it presents a cut of terrifying dichotomy.