Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!
Chapter 73 The Kind-Hearted and Handsome Old Demon Duan (Seeking First Subscription)

Chapter 73: Chapter 73 The Kind-Hearted and Handsome Old Demon Duan (Seeking First Subscription)

Young Hero Duan is kind-hearted, Young Hero Duan is just, Young Hero Duan is not particularly vindictive.

Even when that Red Building Woman insisted on slandering him as Old Demon Duan, refusing to even address him as Young Hero, he merely chopped off her legs and blew more than a dozen bloody holes through her head and body.

Having discovered that she could still climb over the city wall and flee with both hands and swift steps, he stopped chasing.

He was moved by her will to live and her formidable vitality.

If she could survive under such conditions, it was a gift from the heavens, something he had no right to contravene; he would simply have to strike harder the next time they met.

It could only be said that the few Red Building Women who had died first were lacking, the Death Energy they provided was only enough to kill the lunatics from the Thunder God and Mother Sect and not to kill this Red Building Woman on the spot, allowing her to run so far, so fast, suffer so much, and even tire him out.

At this point, Duan Yun felt that his workload for the day was about sufficient.

He was sweating from exhaustion.

If he had rashly charged into the city earlier and walked into an ambush, the loss would not have been worth the gain.

He reluctantly took a step back to give everyone a breath of fresh air.

Walking back, Duan Yun noticed his shoes had broken once again, exposing his big toe.

This Toe Sword, he might as well go barefoot or wear sandals next time.

The corpses still lay there, obedient and neat.

Duan Yun began to search the bodies.

The Red Building Women had already been searched, so what remained were these lunatics from the Thunder God and Mother Sect.

This fallen fellow was the most powerful lunatic he had encountered so far, capable of forming and wielding the Power of thunder and lightning, withstanding his sixfold Spring Rain onslaught.

Thus, Duan Yun searched the corpse with extra care.

But like the other lunatics, this one had nothing on him, so he could only take the Iron Flute from his head.

Then, he tore open the lunatic’s clothes.

He had long noticed some Tadpole script-like text on the lunatic’s body that resembled the runes on the pieces of Divine Iron from the Mother Sect.

These no doubt had to do with the mystery of the lunatic’s control over the Power of thunder and lightning.

Despite not understanding these Tadpole scripts at all and feeling a sense of eeriness, as if they were gaping mouths trying to suck him in, he was, after all, one in ten thousand in terms of Cultivation talent; figuring it out was just a matter of time.

So, Duan Yun cut the skin with the Tadpole script off the lunatic’s body.

Holding the human skin in his hands was disgusting and horrifying; he needed to find some paper to jot down these runes.

Which respectable Young Hero would carry around a piece of human skin at all times?

Afterward, Duan Yun left.

This time, his departure was more thorough, and unlike last time, he did not lurk around for ambushes.

Goddess Catchers Leng Yimeng and Leng Yixue, who had witnessed everything from the distant bushes, were scared out of their wits.

To say their bodies were drenched in cold sweat failed to fully describe their fear; up to now, their legs were still tightly clamped together.

If they had listened to Leng Yimeng and checked the corpses just now, the consequences would have been unthinkable.

This Demon’s thoughts were indeed unfathomable, extremely cunning; he did not leave after killing, instead, he lay in wait like hunting for rabbits.

They were almost turned into the rabbits themselves.

There was cunning in this, but more than that, it was the audacity of one with exceptional talent.

Joint forces of Tongyou Realm masters from the Thunder God and Mother Sect and the Red House were brutally counter-killed.

The image of the Red Building Woman, with only half a body, fleeing while chased by the old demon, truly frightened them.

It left them numb with fear.

Although they watched from a distance with telescopic lenses, they felt a terrifying sense of being on the scene.

Only after more than half an hour, when there was still no movement, did Leng Yimeng and Leng Yixue finally breathe a sigh of relief.

This Demon would not be coming back for the time being.

The fact that their superiors expected them to investigate such a Demon, they really seemed to be sending them to their demise.

At this point, the two sisters lost even the slim chance of reaping the fisherman’s profit while sitting idly by.

...

Duan Yun went to Small Spring Town with his spoils of war.

Today, he had promised Shen Ying and the Murong brothers to procure some supplies. This was not something he could delay, otherwise, they would think he was neglecting his responsibilities.

This feeling of doing business was quite marvelous.

Compared to the bloody and foul wind of Wangchun City, Small Spring Town was tranquil and peaceful.

A major drawback of the ancient world was that sending a message, whether releasing pigeons or using runners, was very time-consuming. But at this moment, this drawback seemed to take on a romantic flair.

Just a moment ago, you were nervously enacting justice on behalf of Heaven in Wangchun City, facing blood and flesh, screams, and suddenly, in the blink of an eye, you arrive at another place where, because news has not arrived, everything is as it always has been.

The dim light casts a pleasant warmth on people.

Duan Yun first went to a bookstore to buy some paper and ink, mainly because he had a human skin tucked in his bosom, which even as a secret book, was quite uncomfortable.

He intended to transcribe it before contemplating it further.

It affects one’s appetite a bit, contemplating cultivation techniques from a human skin you’ve peeled yourself.

Then, it was time to exchange trophies like the gold mask for silver, and buy some food and drinks to bring back.

Now Yuzhu Villa had three mouths to feed, even the Murong brothers, who didn’t usually eat much, had been dining more frequently lately, so the consumption was significant.

After Duan Yun bought rice and meat, he was about to go buy wine when he found Shen Ying waving at him from a tea house.

A moment later, Shen Ying came out of the tea house, and Duan Yun couldn’t help but ask, "Why did you come out too?"

Shen Ying replied, "Of course, I came out for a stroll, the storyteller in here tells the funniest stories."

Duan Yun looked at the tea house and asked, "What’s so funny?"

"He’s talking about Old Demon Duan, who has the same name as you."

"Every time I hear about the manor master of Gao Family Manor, whose four tender wives were ridden by pigs on the same day because Old Demon Duan used a passion-stimulating spell on the pigs, I can’t help but want to laugh, hahaha..."

"Especially when I think about you having the same name as Old Demon Duan, it’s even funnier, hahaha..."

As Shen Ying spoke, she couldn’t help but start laughing.

Her eyes curved like crescent moons as she laughed.

Duan Yun couldn’t help but retort, "Now even pigs riding people is something Old Demon Duan came up with?"

"There’s also the tale of the Qiongling Sect’s female sword immortal, suddenly liberating her nature and becoming a prostitute in a brothel, claiming that her mind was corrupted by Old Demon Duan. Old Demon Duan is responsible for too many things," Shen Ying discussed the stories of Old Demon Duan she heard today with great interest.

Duan Yun glanced inside the tea house and asked, "Is the storyteller the one with a limp leg?"

"Have you also listened to his storytelling?" asked Shen Ying.

Duan Yun nodded, "I have, I used to listen often."

"Let’s go, let’s buy some more things and then head back."

Shen Ying refused, "The storyteller still has the second half to go, I will come back after listening to it."

Duan Yun nodded and said, "Alright then."

...

In the outhouse, the limping storyteller Old Guo was standing on one leg, pissing in the stance of a golden rooster.

He had enjoyed telling his story today, and so had the guests—it was just hard on his throat.

He couldn’t help but cough a few times, clearing his throat.

Storytelling was a physically demanding job, he needed to catch his breath for a while before the second half.

He had realized that lately, "Old Demon Duan" was a key to wealth; speaking of him meant receiving more tips!

Old Guo finished peeing, shook it off, and was just about to leave with his crutch when everything suddenly went dark before his eyes.

A sack over his head, a familiar darkness engulfing him, that familiar sensation hit him squarely.

Could it be?

With a snap, Old Guo’s only good leg also broke!

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