Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!
Chapter 45: The Cursed Sword Technique (Please Follow)

Chapter 45: Chapter 45: The Cursed Sword Technique (Please Follow)

Murong isn’t a pair of siblings, nor is he three people, but rather, a single person.

This fella named "Lie Corpse," his real name is "Murong Brothers."

According to him, being the only child in his family growing up, he envied other families having older and younger brothers. After explaining his reasons to his father, his old man changed his name to "Murong Brothers."

Thus, even without siblings, Murong Brothers is everywhere as brothers.

Walking outside, as long as someone knows him, they call him Murong Brothers—even his dad, his mom, and even his lover call him Murong Brothers.

He quite likes this name.

For a moment, Duan Yun thought both Murong Brothers and his father were eccentric geniuses.

He has never heard such an odd name before.

Yes, the other is called Murong Fu, Murong Yunhai; calling out to them doesn’t sound as strange as calling "Murong Brothers."

This also indirectly shows that he’s quite an interesting person.

Thinking that this indeed belongs to the other guy’s Mountain Villa, being a Young Hero who neither steals, robs, nor freeloads, he picked up some paper to patch up the remaining windows.

While patching, he asked, "Murong Brothers, what’s your rate for renting this place?"

Murong Brothers lay there and said, "That wine you have is from West street’s Manager Li’s old yellow wine, though it’s watered down, it’s still thirst-quenching. That roast duck is from Old Chen’s roast shop; their roast duck and crispy skin pork are pretty good."

Duan Yun frowned and asked, "So you mean just a meal will do?"

"That’s the idea."

Duan Yun pondered and asked, "So how long will this meal cover?"

"You can stay as long as you want; as you’ve probably seen, my villa is large and has many rooms, I could give you a few."

While saying this, Murong Brothers sounded quite proud.

Duan Yun, seeing that others were offering their house so readily, didn’t want to be too stingy, so he said, "Alright then, why don’t you come out and eat together?"

However, the other person said, "Brother Duan, please bring the food and drinks over; I’d like to eat while lying down."

Duan Yun exclaimed, "You don’t even want to move to eat?"

Murong Brothers replied, "If I weren’t lazy, how could this Yuzhu Villa become so poor."

Duan Yun was momentarily at a loss for words.

He took out the wine and meat, sharing half with the other person.

Only then did Murong Brothers bother to reveal himself from the straw mat.

The night had completely fallen; Duan Yun hadn’t prepared any lights, so in the pitch-dark room, two newly acquainted people ate together, the atmosphere fresh and harmonious.

One was a Young Hero who never freeloaded, and the other was a lazy person who couldn’t care less about anything.

This was Duan Yun’s first time seeing such a lazy person.

Due to Murong Brothers not only lying down to drink and eat, he even refused to use his hands to bring the cup to his mouth.

Laying there, he placed the cup on his chest, sucked with his mouth, and the wine whooshed right into his mouth, savoring it immensely.

Well, he’s quite the master.

Yet Duan Yun wasn’t too surprised; although he had never tried drinking like this, he believed as a one-in-a-million cultivation genius, he could definitely do it if he was willing to learn.

Lazy as Murong Brothers might be, he ate quite fast.

A fat roast duck leg entered his mouth and in a few moments, only a slick bone skeleton was left—it was easier than stripping off a girl’s clothes in a brothel.

Duan Yun, watching his way of eating, couldn’t help but say, "You eat so fast; it’s like I have to compete with you."

Actually, he was just hurrying to eat, but couldn’t match the other’s pace.

Murong Brothers took a sip of wine and sighed, "If you hadn’t eaten for a month, you’d probably eat even faster than me."

"How long?" Duan Yun asked, puzzled.

"One month, I just didn’t bother to get out of bed for food. When thirsty, I drank some rainwater. Actually, not eating has its advantages," Murong explained.

"What advantages?" Duan Yun muttered.

It’s not like you can starve yourself into becoming a deity.

"The less you eat, the less you poop, which means you can lie down more."

Duan Yun couldn’t help but exclaim, "You’re really a genius!"

Duan Yun drank his liquor, speaking his mind openly.

For someone like ’Old Demon Duan’, a one-in-a-million genius, to call someone a genius, they must truly be one.

In terms of laziness, Murong was truly in a class of his own, making Duan Yun unable to catch up.

As the alcohol and food were consumed, Murong’s pale as paper face gradually gained some color.

Thus, the figure lying on the straw mat turned from a pale "corpse" to a slightly healthier-looking "corpse".

The former seemed dead for a while, while the latter seemed like the warmth was just departing.

It must be said, from this viewpoint, Murong looked quite decent.

For Duan Yun, who was handsome himself, to think someone looked quite decent, they must indeed be good-looking.

If Duan Yun’s appearance had a hint of Cheng Wu in his youth, then Murong had a bit of Dehua in him.

Duan Yun curiously asked, "Murong, does being this lazy feel great?"

Murong’s eyes became emptier, like a dried-up well, as he said, "Actually, it’s not that great."

"Hmm?"

"Actually, I just wanted to try starving myself to death. The longest I persisted was two months. Then suddenly I craved grilled fish on a stone slab, so I ended up eating that. Afterwards, I thought there was nothing left to cling to, but then today you came."

When he said this, Duan Yun truly saw the resolve to die in his eyes, as if he suddenly transformed back into a "corpse" waiting to starve to death.

As a gynecologist, Duan Yun immediately realized this guy was ill.

Severely ill.

Certainly not a gynecological issue, nor a urological one, but a mental issue.

"Brother, owning such a big Mountain Villa, wouldn’t it be a waste if you starved to death?" Duan Yun tried.

Murong laughed, his smile even more like Dehua, and said, "Mr. Duan, you’re a good man, I don’t mind if you benefit."

Hearing this, Duan Yun was moved.

These days, everyone outside kept calling him some kind of ’Old Demon’, some ’fallen’, this was the first time someone called him a good person.

Murong downed his last cup of liquor, seemingly a bit drunk, and said, "Mr. Duan, you being alone, probably wouldn’t understand my pain."

Duan Yun couldn’t help but silently retort, "What do you mean ’alone’, who are you calling alone?"

But considering the other person was ill, and he wasn’t one to hold grudges, he comforted, "In that case, you’ve been wounded by love. I’d say, we Martial World folks consider love as just an embellishment, why worry about not having a wife!"

Murong looked at the now repaired roof, speaking distantly, "If you had gone through five deeply engraved relationships, you wouldn’t say so."

Duan Yun said, "It’s only five relationships. Longer illness makes the doctor wiser, you can heal with a sixth relationship."

Murong’s gaze suddenly grew far emptier, and he said, "What if in your five deeply engraved relationships, you eventually find out all of them are your half-sisters by the same father?"

Duan Yun: "???"

Duan Yun paused momentarily, then reacted again, shocked.

Wow, such a plot twist, you should carry the surname Duan!

"I shouldn’t have practiced that sword technique; they say it’s cursed, I didn’t believe it."

In the dark room, Murong lay on the straw mat, speaking these words like a ghost.

Originally just digesting this major love revelation, Duan Yun’s eyes suddenly brightened even more—"What sword technique?"

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