Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!
Chapter 55 Rotate! The Damned Spring Rain Twelvefold Rotation! (Asking for Follow-up Reading)

Chapter 55: Chapter 55 Rotate! The Damned Spring Rain Twelvefold Rotation! (Asking for Follow-up Reading)

Upon hearing that Murong had reached the Seventh Layer of Spring Rain, Duan Yun was greatly impressed. After all, he had trained for several days and was only at the third layer, with no clue on how to advance to the fourth layer.

Okay, he reluctantly acknowledged this fellow as a genius in the way of the sword.

Yet, he still had one question, "You’ve reached the seventh layer, how many layers has the strongest person in Murong Family reached?"

Murong pondered and said, "Aside from the ancient ancestor who returned from the Twelve Divine Valleys, I am the one in Murong Family who has practiced the ’Twelve Layers of Spring Rain’ the deepest. Naturally, the strongest is the ancient ancestor. It is recorded in the family annals that the ancestor once dueled with the Mad Mountain Saber Emperor by the banks of the Fan River, meeting the strongest opponent in his lifetime.

In that great battle, he had to escalate the Twelve Layers of Spring Rain to the eleventh layer before he could claim victory."

Duan Yun said, "So you mean to say that the strongest public display was the eleventh layer of Spring Rain? Has your family’s ancestor ever used the twelfth layer of Spring Rain?"

Murong looked at him with a strange expression and said, "The ’Twelve Layers of Spring Rain’ is not a sword technique of this realm; the ancestor said that the ninth layer was enough to astound the heavens and make ghosts weep."

He hesitated, then said, "In fact, I didn’t tell you before, but this is also an old secret of the Murong Family. After the duel with the Mad Mountain Saber Emperor, the ancestor sheathed his sword for good and his later years were shrouded in mystery."

"Mystery in his later years?" Duan Yun asked, puzzled.

"Yes, in his later years it was as if he turned into a different person, his body covered with red fur, and what ultimately became of him, I am not sure. The related records in the family annals are nearly erased, leaving behind only this rumor.

Successive Murong Family Heads regarded the ancestor’s teachings very seriously, not daring to practice the ’Twelve Layers of Spring Rain’ lightly, and that is related to this matter. My grandfather said that the Twelve Layers of Spring Rain, after all, is the sword technique of ghosts and gods, and the ancestor had pushed the technique to an extent which could astound the heavens and make ghosts weep that day, a presence not tolerable by mortals, thus leading to an ominous later life."

"I didn’t believe these ghost stories at all before, but my own experiences tell me that this might be true."

Having trained up to the sixth layer of Spring Rain was like being cursed with five evil fates; after the ninth layer, having a body covered in red fur doesn’t seem too hard to imagine.

Murong broached these subjects in this desolate mountain villa, casting an even more mysterious and thrilling aura around the surroundings.

Listening to this, Duan Yun’s eyes shone, "To astound the heavens and make ghosts weep, does the ’Twelve Layers of Spring Rain’ hold such a promising future?"

Murong had thought that these words might strike fear into Duan Yun, but what he saw on the other person’s face was not any trace of fear, but rather excitement.

As if there were no such thing as a price to pay.

This guy is not a normal person!

After hearing about the power of the "Twelve Layers of Spring Rain," Duan Yun practiced even more diligently.

At night, Murong wrapped in a straw mat, was suddenly awakened by a shouting.

Since the last exchange, Duan Yun hadn’t sought him out for over ten days, and even his eating became irregular.

He figured Duan Yun must have gone to grind away at the "Fourth Layer of Spring Rain," which would be a very long process.

But at that moment, he heard Duan Yun’s roar, "You mother’s!", "Rotate!"

Gone mad?

In the dark and lightless Yuzhu Villa at night, the cold wind rattled the old windows.

For a moment, Murong actually felt a twinge of fear.

He wouldn’t fear a normal person going mad, but Duan Yun made him afraid.

Because even when this fellow wasn’t mad, he wasn’t a normal person!

Murong stepped out of the room, watchful and guarded.

The night was dim with a drizzle, but at this moment, the Sword Light was clearly visible.

The Demon Blade Wen Rou, after being cleansed by the fine rain, was like a pool of pristine spring water.

But at this moment, what made Murong’s heart tremble was the figure holding the sword.

"Rotate! Dammit, rotate!"

"Dammit, Fourth Layer of Spring Rain, rotate!"

Duan Yun stood in the rain, bellowing fiercely, and then suddenly unleashed a chop.

That chop sounded like thunder; it was the "Jingzhe" technique from the "Twelve Layers of Spring Rain."

The Sword Qi burst forth from the blade, resembling the interweaving of four moon discs, spinning sharply, the air in front of it distorting and warping.

The Sword Qi tore through the corridor, flying towards the backyard, until after a while, a sound of something being slashed apart was heard.

Murong was stunned.

Did the Fourth Layer of Spring Rain actually succeed?

He had spent two years, day and night, to move from the third layer to the fourth, yet this bastard did it with just a shout?

"Rotate! Dammit, Fifth Layer of Spring Rain, rotate!"

After one chop, Duan Yun continued to cry out madly.

In the next moment, an even more frantic scene emerged.

The five layers of Sword Light interwove at different angles and flew out.

!!!

Five layers of Spring Rain?

Damn it, he has mastered the five layers of Spring Rain!

"Damn! Damn!"

"Damn it! The six layers of Spring Rain are rotating!"

When Murong brothers saw the six layers of Spring Rain Sword Light flashing and flying out, their eyes went dull, and they slapped themselves.

This slap wasn’t light, so their face was somewhat in pain.

This pain made it feel absurd.

Because this meant it wasn’t a dream!

Who the hell could shout out and master the six layers of Spring Rain?

He started learning the blade at the age of four, a one in a million sabre prodigy, and after twenty years of practice, he barely touched the standard of the six layers of Spring Rain.

And now, before his very eyes, this guy achieved the same level in less than half a month.

No, even stronger, because his six layers of Spring Rain were more stable than his own.

The destructive power brought by the six layers of Spring Rain was already quite astonishing; the blade wind blew past, and the rainwater in front of Duan Yun changed direction, flowing upwards towards the sky.

"Damn! Damn!"

"Damn it! The seven layers of Spring Rain are rotating!"

Duan Yun still hadn’t stopped, and Murong brothers couldn’t figure out was if Duan Yun had gone mad, if they had gone mad, or if the world had gone mad.

The seven layers of Spring Rain were something he, the one in a million cultivation prodigy, hadn’t managed to master in nearly twenty years.

Or, to put it another way, his six layers were unstable, he dared not even attempt the seventh layer, feeling that even if he continued to work hard, he wouldn’t reach that realm within ten years.

No one in this world could reach this realm while they were young.

That’s why when he bragged about the seventh layer of Spring Rain, he seemed so unsure of himself.

But this guy...

Luckily, this time Duan Yun’s "word-following" didn’t happen, and the Sword Qi he slashed was still the six layers of Spring Rain.

But this guy definitely seemed mad!

"Rotate! Damn it, the twelve layers of Spring Rain, rotate!"

What the hell did it mean to shout "twelve layers" directly!

Why don’t you shout thirteen layers and just fly up to heaven?

The more you shout, the fiercer the Sword Qi wants to be, right?

Still, this time, it was the six layers of Spring Rain’s Sword Qi.

Obviously, even if this guy is a freak and not normal, there’s a limit.

But Duan Yun hadn’t given up.

"Rotate! Damn it, keep rotating!"

The moonlight-like Jade Sword True Qi sprinkled out from behind Duan Yun, condensing into the Sword Immortal Dharma Image.

In the eyes of Murong brothers, Duan Yun once again executed Jingzhe, slashing a six layers of Spring Rain, and the Dharma Image holding a sword behind him also slashed out a Sword Qi.

The most plain first layer of Spring Rain was slashed from the female Sword Immortal Dharma, merging with Duan Yun’s six layers of Spring Rain.

The seven layers of Spring Rain transformed into an extremely bright Sword Qi, like a spinning waterfall sweeping past from the rain.

After the Sword Light passed, only a loud boom was heard as the previously cobweb-covered rotten house shattered to pieces.

The seven layers of Spring Rain were unbelievably achieved!

This was the Murong brothers’ first time seeing the seven layers of Spring Rain, a realm the sabre genius sought for twenty years without success, a realm they didn’t even dare to wish for in ten years, and this guy who was just an outsider more than ten days ago had mastered it?

Murong brothers just felt a bit dizzy.

They laid back down on the straw mat, wrapped up tightly.

Outside, Duan Yun was still damn shouting about "twelve layers of Spring Rain," but they had already become completely stupefied and numb.

Crazy!

The world’s gone mad!

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