Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!
Chapter 46: The Twelve Divine Valleys and Twelve Layers of Spring Rain (Please Follow)

Chapter 46: Chapter 46: The Twelve Divine Valleys and Twelve Layers of Spring Rain (Please Follow)

In this desolate Mountain Villa, seemingly inhabited by ghosts, Murong recounted a rather eerie tale to Duan Yun with a ghostly voice, akin to a corpse’s.

The Murong Family to which the Murong brothers belong is a martial arts lineage unlike any other. Unlike other martial artists who struggle to find a legitimate secret book for cultivation, their family’s armory contains numerous secret books available for cultivation.

However, the Murong brothers knew early on that there was one Cultivation Technique in the family that they were forbidden to practice. It was said to be an ominous technique, and they were not yet skilled enough to handle it.

"But I am a one-in-ten-thousand cultivation prodigy, especially skilled in swordsmanship. Since the age of twelve, there has been no sword technique that I couldn’t master," Murong spoke confidently.

Listening to this, Duan Yun felt it was a bit boastful; after all, only he, a one-in-ten-thousand cultivation prodigy, would be worthy of such a statement.

"At that time, the Cultivation Technique at home was called ’Twelve Layers of Spring Rain.’ It happened to be my best sword technique, and was a Divine Skill realized by an ancestor from the ’Twelve Divine Valleys.’"

"Twelve Divine Valleys?" Duan Yun asked, puzzled.

Murong smiled in a very Dehua-like manner and said, "You don’t even know about the Twelve Divine Valleys, and you want to pretend to be Old Demon Duan?"

"The Twelve Divine Valleys are the most mysterious sacred sites in the Martial World. Anyone who has been in the Martial World for a while has heard its legend. It is said to be a valley not of this world, where ’all martial arts descend from Divine Valley.’

Everyone knows the Twelve Divine Valleys are located within Wushan, yet very few can actually find it.

It is said that only at specific times, using a very special method, can one enter it.

My ancestral Murong was lucky to enter it along with four other companions. That valley was a realm unlike any other on earth, which drastically enhanced their perceptiveness, as if they were divinely inspired.

During their time there, all five of them gained remarkable achievements, each mastering entirely different Divine Skills.

The five families returned contentedly, and my Murong Family came to possess two Divine Skills, one of which was ’Twelve Layers of Spring Rain.’"

Murong continued, staring at the beam, "At that time, this sword technique once made my Murong Family’s swordsmanship renowned, and for many years we met no match. However, later, the ancestor sealed this Divine Skill Secret Manual during his prime years, forbidding the family from practicing it.

Before he passed away, he left an ancestral instruction, saying that this sword technique couldn’t be handled by just anyone and shouldn’t be learned by family members."

"But thinking myself a naturally gifted Swordsman, this sword technique seemed tailor-made for me, so one day, I secretly took the secret book. It was too late by the time my father found out."

"Because I am a one-in-ten-thousand swordsmanship prodigy, in less than a month, I had mastered ’Twelve Layers of Spring Rain.’ Oddly enough, I was practicing the sword during the spring, and it often rained in that period, which deepened my understanding of this sword technique.

I can say that, in the past hundred years, aside from my ancestor, I was the one in my family who practiced this sword technique most profoundly. Seeing that I showed no abnormalities, my father, realizing I had mastered this sword technique thanks to my supreme talent, stopped worrying and instead rejoiced at my rapid progress."

"That could be said to be the happiest time of my life, proud and mad with my sword, rarely encountering any rivals, and thus I also found love."

"True love at first sight occurred just as I took her to meet my parents, when my father suddenly turned pale, and after inquiring thoroughly, I found out that the woman I deeply loved was actually my half-sister from the same father."

"I faced the first shock of my life, but I got through it, wanting to forget the pain, and so wandered the Martial World. Coincidentally, during an annihilation of a band of mountain bandits, I met a female hero, and it was love at first sight again, and then I brought her home, only for my father’s expression to drastically change again."

At this point, Murong revealed pain as if he had been shot, and continued, "Afterward, my father and I had a big argument, accusing him of being irresponsible. Later..."

"I practiced this sword technique, always feeling like it was perpetually spring, like an animal in spring always longing for love, compensating for regrets. But later, five times! Five times, women with whom I fell in love at first sight and loved passionately turned out to be my half-sisters from the same father, as if they were waiting for me."

"I finally started to believe that this sword technique was ominous, cursed, as there was no other way to explain these occurrences. Gradually, my spring disappeared, every time I saw my former lovers, now my sisters, no, one was an elder sister, my heart also gradually died."

"Later on, my father also fell seriously ill due to this, becoming much older and weaker. I felt I could no longer face living in that home."

Duan Yun concluded, "So you came to this crappy place, wanting to seek death."

"Pretty much, I only feel a bit more comfortable when I am lying down doing nothing."

Speaking of which, the Murong brothers entered the state of being "lazily dead."

Duan Yun hadn’t expected that this Murong in front of him would have such a terrifying cursed story.

Five times in a row, ah! A normal person would go mad from just one, so it’s somewhat understandable that he would seek death after five times.

But what he was more interested in was that "Twelve Layers of Spring Rain" sword technique.

A sword technique so miraculous exists in this world.

As Murong brothers said, a thing might happen once or twice, but not three or four times; when it exceeds three times, it can hardly be attributed to coincidence.

Could it be that, after mastering this sword technique, it exerts a huge attraction towards blood-related members of the opposite sex?

That’s the most suitable explanation Duan Yun could think of, otherwise he couldn’t make sense of Murong brothers’ encounters at all.

At this time, Duan Yun couldn’t help but say, "Murong brothers, how about you pass on that sword technique to me?"

Murong brothers, who had once again succumbed to "laziness" and were "dead", showed a look as if they were seeing a pervert upon hearing Duan Yun’s words.

Duan Yun quickly explained, "Don’t worry, I don’t have any sisters, nor do I have those kinds of, um, thoughts. My dad is just a straightforward gynecologist. He’s gone, and I’m the only child left in the family, so the curse of this sword technique would be useless on me."

Murong brothers looked at him, their eyes misty, and said, "I thought the same originally, believing my dad was a refined gentleman, honest and devout, but who would have thought..."

Duan Yun, having a clear understanding of himself and his father, said, "My dad is really not as impressive as yours."

Murong brothers looked at him, puzzled, "You’re not afraid of this profound sword technique?"

"Afraid? You couldn’t handle this sword technique because, firstly, you have more hidden sisters, which I don’t have to worry about, and secondly, your once-in-a-million sword talent, compared to my once-in-a-million cultivation talent, is still lacking that little bit of finesse," Duan Yun analyzed seriously.

Murong brothers showed a look of astonishment and said, "I’m lacking finesse compared to you?"

He had never seen such a confident person, or rather, someone with such thick skin, to dare to question his one-in-a-million sword talent.

"Don’t you believe me? Let me try practicing it. If I also get affected, I can at least share some of your pain," Duan Yun said.

"No teaching."

"Why?"

"I’m lazy."

"You’re just scared, aren’t you?"

"Don’t provoke me, I’m just lazy."

Seeing this, Duan Yun couldn’t help but secretly lament, "Damn, the provocation tactic didn’t work, but I really want to learn this sword technique."