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Chapter 367 - 241 Enlightenment! A Night Listening to Spring Rain! (Subscription Requested)

Chapter 367: Chapter 241 Enlightenment! A Night Listening to Spring Rain! (Subscription Requested)

After such a fierce battle, the entire cave was destroyed in an instant, flames raging fiercely, merging into one.

Yet what also burned brightly was Duan Yun’s Fist Intent.

"Thousand Heroic Fire Lotus Blossoms!"

Duan Yun threw out a Fire Fist with both arms, and the Little Qing Technique’s Dharma Image struck simultaneously.

Almost at the same time, the lotus flowers on Little Qing’s twin ponytails burst into bloom, radiating a fiery red hue.

Fist Power burst forth, turning into lines of fire that interwove in the air, with each intersection blossoming into a fiery lotus, fiercely spreading like wild fire.

Not to mention the pond’s lotus leaves, which were completely scorched, even the nearby lake water was heated to a glowing red, turning into steam and rising up.

And those fish that had previously been shocked to death had now turned into grilled fish, emitting a rich, charred scent.

With the high-frequency friction of Fist Power, combined with Heroic Spirit, transformed into Fire Burning Lotus, this is the "Thousand Heroic Fire Lotus Blossoms."

Along with the blooming of the fire lotuses, what was merely midday seemed illusionary, like a sunset reflected on lotus flowers.

Because the Fist Power was too fierce, Duan Yun couldn’t control himself, often having the illusion of blasting himself off and igniting into flames, so much so that the upper half of his robe was burned into ash, revealing his solid muscles.

But Duan Yun did not stop, instead he took a look around.

Eventually, he found that mysterious idol in the severely damaged cave.

The idol was pitch black, with the body of a human and the face of a cat, and three black lotuses atop its head, appearing extraordinarily strange.

Duan Yun’s gaze filled with heroic spirit immediately fixed on it, murmuring: "You helped her just now, didn’t you?"

As soon as the words fell, Duan Yun’s fist, as large as a pot, smashed down.

With a loud crack, the idol shattered like clay, further pulverized by the Fist Power and scattered into the surrounding flames.

Afterward, seeing that all evil had been vanquished, the Fire Power on Duan Yun’s arm dissipated, and he left the cave.

Thus he did not see that, after he left for a while, those black stone-like fragments of the idol oozed out fresh blood, wriggling in the fire like worms, with cries resembling those of a cat.

"How tragic!"

The cry was very mournful but quite soft, as if it was afraid that its sobs would bring back the killing god.

...

In Qingshan, a small stream snakes down from the summit.

This was an unknown little mountain, still lush even in winter days.

By the stream, there were some newly built thatch huts, the cuts in the wood fresh and raw.

Murong brothers and Ning Qing lived here.

Although living secluded in the mountains was somewhat lonely, it brought them peace.

At least during this time, the Murong brothers were content.

The thought of living next door to Ning Qing, their days alternating between simple meals and hunting game, gave them the delightful feeling of falling in love.

The idea of sleeping next to a beautiful girl was just too fantastic.

He even felt that he could live this way forever.

Qingshan remains unchanged, but the weather gets progressively colder.

The Murong brothers gathered firewood, planning to hunt more deer to prepare for the winter.

Because he was not sure if there would be heavy snowfall in the coming days.

The thought of the approaching New Year, the Murong brothers looked at this relatively unfamiliar mountain range and ultimately felt a bit at a loss.

In fact, when at Yuzhu Villa, he originally intended to wait for death, deeming it merely a burial site in his mind.

But then, Duan Yun came, Shen Ying came, Feng Ling’er came, and they had even become heroes together.

Gradually, that burial site began to feel like home.

It had to be said, thinking of Duan Yun and the others always filled him with a warm feeling.

In his mind, New Year’s should be celebrated there.

Unfortunately, they were currently in trouble and could only nestle in the Nameless Mountain.

Mingyu Palace was frankly too much for them to provoke.

Thinking back to the tumultuous demon subduing experience with Duan Yun, he occasionally had the impulse to return, yet restrained himself.

He remembered the words of his senior, Ding.

He must urgently practice cultivation and advance his sword technique yet another step.

Sigh, to think I, Young Hero Murong, gallant and soaring, would encounter such troubles.

Murong brothers, while bundling firewood, took out the "A Night Listening to Spring Rain" secret book to read.

"Damn it!"

"Let there be enlightenment!"

Murong brothers attempted to comprehend the secret book in the way Duan Yun would, regretfully without much of an obvious effect.

Like the "Twelve Layers of Spring Rain," "A Night Listening to Spring Rain" was also an extremely profound sword technique.

Even he, a rare genius in the way of the sword, had to invest a great deal of effort.

To master it would be even harder, otherwise, senior Ding, who could unleash such terrifying Sword Qi, wouldn’t still be just Ding.

Just like spring rain, where "Twelve Layers of Spring Rain" was about spinning and entering the path, then what about "A Night Listening to Spring Rain"?

It could be said that both techniques were the crème de la crème of swordsmanship.

Just like a top-quality beauty, even with his stunning good looks, conquest was not easy.

However, having spent much time with Duan Yun, Murong brothers also became very optimistic.

One day, he would surely grasp it!

Indeed, had Murong brothers not learned optimism and confidence from Duan Yun, after suffering so many blows he might have fallen into depression and suicidal thoughts.

This was also why he dared to take action against the flesh Buddha and Ba Mountain Taoist at that time, and later dared to escape with the people Mingyu Palace wanted.

Thinking of the people Mingyu Palace wanted, Murong brothers’ lips couldn’t help but curve into a smile.

Although he was hiding in this cold dense mountain, the fact that he could live with Ning Qing gave him a feeling of spring.

"Spring."

"Spring Rain."

"A Night Listening to Spring Rain."

Unintentionally, Murong brothers thought of spring, and the scene of spending a night listening to the spring rain with Ning Qing in the small building.