Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!
Chapter 43: Sister Mountain Villa (Please Follow)

Chapter 43: Chapter 43: Sister Mountain Villa (Please Follow)

In the teahouse of Small Spring Town, the storyteller with a broken leg was still recounting tales with a bloodthirsty vigor.

There was no other option, his leg wasn’t the only thing broken that day; the reward money he was given was also stolen by that damn thief.

He needed money to treat his leg, halting storytelling was out of the question, so he had to grit his teeth and continue.

Dimly, he felt that his broken leg might somehow be related to Old Demon Duan.

After all, Old Demon Duan was actually quite charming. It was not just his ability to entice the fallen, but he also didn’t hesitate to take lives, regardless of gender or faction.

He could turn the lesser ranks of the Martial Arts world into rivers of blood, dare to tempt Heroes into degeneracy, dare to slay both the fairies of the Red House and the madmen of the Thunder God and Mother Sect, treating everyone impartially.

Such a person was bound to have a following.

But in these times, everyone had grown fond of the stories about Old Demon Duan who led others astray, so he could only continue telling them.

Despite some fear, there was an undercurrent of excitement.

Yes, his idea of bloodthirsty storytelling was genuine, thinking perhaps that being linked to Old Demon Duan brought about a sense of exhilaration.

Duan Yun was seated in the teahouse, already deciding to break the other leg of the storyteller later on.

These past few days, he had slowly become accustomed to being the protagonist in this storyteller’s tales.

The self portrayed by others was mysterious and sinister, with many perverse methods; seemingly harmless to humans and animals, yet actually bringing chaos to the world, while he knew that he himself was the embodiment of righteousness.

Apart from a handsome appearance, seeming harmless to humans and animals, and leading a donkey around, that Old Demon Duan was the exact opposite of him.

Yet, that was the ’him’ according to others.

In his past life, Duan Yun was just an ordinary office drone, with no distinguishing features and never had been a person of renown.

Accidentally becoming a significant figure in the eyes of others felt rather refreshing.

Only that this reputation was far from what he had imagined, in fact, it was the complete opposite.

However, he was clear that with time, his name would surely spread far and wide as a hero.

Just then, the storyteller suddenly fell silent.

Indeed, it wasn’t for a dramatic pause for reward money, but rather, he lapsed into a silence as cold as ice.

At the same time, the patrons of the teahouse also fell quiet.

What was once a lively place suddenly fell mute.

This was due to the appearance of three figures in red outside the teahouse.

These three red-clothed individuals were covered with tadpole-like runes, and on their sparsely-haired heads were many deep holes that looked like a honeycomb at a glance, making one’s scalp tingle.

Within two of those holes were inserted pitch-black flutes.

At first glance, they looked like a group of bulls that had become spirits, exuding a particularly sinister aura.

The mere presence of them seemed to freeze the surrounding atmosphere.

Duan Yun watched these strange people, but he said nothing.

The three red-clothed individuals glanced inside, then left after a moment.

It took a good half a pot of tea’s time before the teahouse burst into noise again.

At this point, the storyteller murmured, "Did you see that? The experts of the Thunder God and Mother Sect have arrived; maybe Old Demon Duan is nearby Wangchun City."

Duan Yun appeared contemplative.

He couldn’t be certain that those three were here for him, but their sinister aura alone was unquestionably that of masters, far from comparable to the madman of the Thunder God and Mother Sect he effortlessly killed with a flick of his finger the other day.

This suggested that the Thunder God and Mother Sect still had some depth.

"Should I follow and eliminate them first?"

The thought flashed by.

He quickly concealed his murderous intent.

He, as Old Demon Duan, couldn’t afford to expose his tracks just yet, as he wasn’t certain if the opposition only consisted of these three individuals and whether there were other enemies nearby.

Even as a one-in-a-million Sword Dao prodigy, he did not wish to be besieged.

Having finished his tea, Duan Yun left the teahouse, leading his donkey.

Since people from the Thunder God and Mother Sect had already arrived, this inn was too populated and complicated to stay in legally.

He needed to find an appropriate place to cultivate his Cultivation Technique today.

This reminded him of the experience of being forced by the Xuanxiong Gang and having no home to return to.

Once his Cultivation Technique advances further, he is determined to return and kill these people cleanly, to settle the score of not being able to afford inn expenses!

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The town of Small Spring Town on the outskirts of the city is very lively, but not far from it, Yushi Town presents a completely different scene.

This little town actually has everything, but it’s much quieter.

Yushi Town used to be bustling, thanks to the jade ore vein that was once discovered here, but after the mine was exhausted, people left, and the town gradually became desolate.

Furthermore, there’s a graveyard near the town. Most of the deceased from the Wangchun City area are buried here, and eerie incidents frequently occur in the town, which over time led to even fewer people visiting this town.

Duan Yun actually liked it here.

Though Small Spring Town was lively, there were always too many eyes and ears.

He, known as "Old Demon Duan," leading a donkey in and out there would easily expose himself to enemies.

Yushi Town is built along the mountains, with a beautiful Bi Lake nearby, reminding him of the days he spent cultivating at Qingcha Market.

Though not heavily populated, Yushi Town had a fair number of people.

After all, it’s close to Wangchun City, and having fewer people is only relative.

Walking on the somewhat weathered streets of Yushi Town, Duan Yun even felt it was not quiet enough.

He preferred the feeling of living in the outskirts as he did in Qingcha Market.

So, Duan Yun walked along the lake, until he reached the edge of Yushi Town.

Here, a flight of steps led up the mountain, upon which there were several seemingly abandoned houses.

Looking from this point, the windows of the deserted houses appeared like pitch-black eyes, which was quite chilling.

Yet, Duan Yun found himself involuntarily walking upwards.

Halfway up, he discovered a large house.

This house was also abandoned but relatively well-preserved, unlike other houses, some of which had walls and roofs collapsed halfway.

Standing at the entrance of the house, he could vaguely see a few characters on the wooden plaque above the door, but the writing was peeling off, and Duan Yun could only make out strokes similar to the characters for "Ganwei Mountain Soil."

"Ganwei Villa or Ganmei Villa?" Duan Yun guessed.

He did not enter the house right away but tied Little Grey to a tree next to it and walked around the perimeter wall of the house.

Halfway through, Duan Yun had to admit that the place daring to be called a "Mountain Villa" was indeed quite sizable.

As he reached the location of the backyard, he was momentarily stunned.

Duan Yun finally understood why the houses above were abandoned – not far from the backyard was a piece of woods.

Bamboo and numerous graves scattered throughout the woods.

Some had headstones, some did not, some graves retained their mound shape, while some were eroded by rain to reveal the insides, stretching as far as the eye could see.

Essentially, this was a vast graveyard, and the most ridiculous part was that someone had placed two strawmen by the graves, as if they were watching you.

Even with his experience of sleeping outdoors near graveyards, Duan Yun felt chills down his spine.

It was only in the afternoon, yet the atmosphere felt gloomy and cold.

The Ganmei Villa next to this graveyard could surely be deemed a standard "haunted house."

No wonder few people came here.

Duan Yun quickly decided to stay here.

Was there a better place than this?

Secluded, undisturbed, not far from town, convenient for shopping, and most importantly, no rent to pay.

Without another word, Duan Yun scaled the wall and entered.

He was eager to see his new house!

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