Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!
Chapter 76: Old Demon Duan, You Will Be My Further Nourishment (Please Subscribe)

Chapter 76: Chapter 76: Old Demon Duan, You Will Be My Further Nourishment (Please Subscribe)

At night, Duan Yun, who was supposed to eat shit, still had a meal; Murong brothers, who were supposed to drink pee, still had a drink all thanks to the return of Shen Ying who was angry, showing it was her own issue.

She was angry not for any other reason, but simply because there are always those two days every month, and today just happened to coincide, compounded by only hearing half of the day’s story, so she couldn’t control her temper.

To enjoy good food and drink, Duan Yun and Murong brothers didn’t blame her; instead, they comforted her, and Duan Yun even reminded her to drink more hot water.

A woman who actively realizes her mistakes is harder to find than a five-legged toad.

At night, Duan Yun lay on the bed, legs propped up, very relaxed.

Unwittingly, he had stayed at Yuzhu Villa for a month or two already.

He really liked it here.

Even though the place was in ruins, looking like a scene from a horror movie, he still liked it here.

How to put it, after Acting for Heaven today and returning here, he felt a sense of peace.

Like a small boat drifting on a rainy night, finally returning to a familiar harbor.

At the harbor, there were familiar people with him.

He had made friends.

Not just acquaintances who meet like drifting duckweed and scatter, but friends who are destined to live together in this big villa.

For many people, this is very common since many people have family, friends, relatives, children, and even too many people can make it noisy and tiresome.

But for Duan Yun, who crossed over to find his parents not around and no one to accompany him, this was a beautiful experience.

It must be said, the sister of Murong brothers and those few dead eunuchs were catalysts, making the trio’s friendships gradually deepen.

In the Martial World, friendship often progresses further through such life-and-death camaraderie.

Duan Yun felt quite relaxed here, all because of these two friends from life-and-death experiences.

However, women are always more troublesome; he almost got hit by Shen Ying during the day because he mentioned her flat chest.

Women tend to be foolish and petty, wanting to punch someone over speaking the truth.

But these are just small conflicts between men and women, very normal, he isn’t like the Murong brothers; every woman they meet after practicing their sword wants to chop him.

At least Shen Ying would definitely not chop him.

Thinking back on today’s Acting for Heaven, Duan Yun still felt nervous, excited, and blood boiling, adrenaline surging.

It’s really satisfying to kill villains every time!

What he needs to do next is to continue enjoying this thrill!

He summarized that during this period, as a one-in-ten-thousand cultivation prodigy, his cultivation efficiency wasn’t high.

In two months, he had only mastered the Seventh Layer of Spring Rain and Death Energy Breaking Body Sword Energy, so he needed to keep pushing.

So, Duan Yun couldn’t sleep.

He got up and lit the oil lamp.

At night, the villa in front of the graveyard shone like a bean, illuminating Duan Yun’s handsome face.

He took out the human skin he had peeled from that madman of Thunder, and began to transcribe.

Because there was no table in the room, Duan Yun could only sit cross-legged to write.

So there he sat, holding a pen in one hand and a piece of human skin in the other, comparing them as he wrote.

This scene, if seen by the Murong brothers and Shen Ying, would definitely make them suspect that he was some Old Demon.

Which right-minded young hero would take out a freshly peeled human skin in the dead of night to study a Cultivation Technique.

After being set aside for so long, the skin had dried somewhat, but the touch of it still sent chills down Duan Yun’s spine and filled him with fear.

This was human skin, after all.

What kind of twisted mind would inscribe cultivation techniques on their own skin?

People from the Thunder God and Mother Sect were truly all mad.

As Duan Yun copied, he couldn’t help but complain.

Thinking about how he could fight toe-to-toe with such madmen, Duan Yun actually felt a sense of pleasure from his progress.

Back in Lishui City, he could only match wits with the children of the Xuanxiong Gang and was even forced to leave for two whole months.

It must be said, the tadpole-like script on the human skin was very mysterious; each character seemed similar yet upon closer inspection, they all differed, as if each tadpole was searching for a different mother.

As he copied, he even felt a drowsy sensation coming over him.

Duan Yun steeled himself and copied down the tadpole script from the human skin, but as sleepiness overwhelmed him, his initial rigor fell away, and he merely sketched a rough imitation without worrying too much about accuracy.

After finishing, Duan Yun realized that he finally didn’t need to carry this piece of human skin anymore.

So he went to the backyard and buried it under the old tree that had been pierced by sword qi several times, then returned to his room to sleep.

He slept very deeply, but he kept dreaming of tadpoles searching for their mothers.

All kinds of tadpoles—red, white, black, blue, yellow, each seeking a different mother...

While Duan Yun dreamed of tadpoles, Elder Hong Ying of the Red House was also busily searching for tadpoles.

The pain of losing her daughter during the day caused her eyes to stay devoid of whites, showing only black.

Under her, the fifth man had rolled his eyes back, his body rapidly shriveling up as if deflated.

The man struggled to escape, but he was as if magnetically stuck to her.

Five men, stacked together under Elder Hong Ying, like stacked corpses, created a both erotic and horrifying sight.

Nearby, another fairy of the Red House, though envious, dared not make a move.

Because she knew the elder was furious, and at times like this, the elder was not human.

At this time, the half-white, half-black-haired Elder Hong Ying of the Red House, while busy, asked, "Has Old Demon Duan not been found yet?"

The woman from the Red House replied tremblingly, "Elder, we are still searching."

Hong Ying took a deep breath and said, "Just keep an eye on the people from Thunder God and Mother Sect, they have better means to find someone."

Every time she committed adultery, Hong Ying felt her celestial essence uplifting as if about to ascend, and her mind would become very clear; this is why she enjoyed, and preferred to engage in, extensive and outrageous acts.

At this moment, the people from the Thunder God and Mother Sect indeed made some progress.

In the guest room of Sky Room, four disciples from the Thunder God and Mother Sect knelt on the ground, the Iron Flute buzzing above their heads.

The fourth elder, Jin Ladu, covered in tadpole script, watched them and darkly said, "Incompetents, you’ve still not found him?"

Saying this, he pointed the sharp tip of the Iron Flute at one of the disciples.

This was a sign of impending murder.

The disciple, sensing the lethal intent, suddenly had a flash of insight and said, "Elder, the graveyard has been interfering with us, we’ve been avoiding that area out of fear of its influence, not searching there."

Jin Ladu slightly lifted his Iron Flute and said, "Then what are you waiting for?"

Thunder rumbled through the sky.

Peacock, with Jin Ladu and Hua Wu chained up, watched the madmen from the Thunder God and Mother Sect exit the inn, a charming smile on his face.

Old Demon Duan, oh Old Demon Duan, you will be the nourishment for my next step up.

Yes, after seeing Old Demon Duan’s work during the day, his own stagnant cultivation had unexpectedly loosened a bit.

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