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Chapter 79: Demonslaying Feast (Request for Subscription)

Chapter 79: Chapter 79: Demonslaying Feast (Request for Subscription)

Duan Yun looked at his palm, operating his True Qi in accordance with the method he had realized in his dream.

His palm seemed to harbor an almost imperceptible inward sucking wind, very faint, at most capable of slightly moving a spider web.

Obviously, this was a Cultivation Technique that could cause others’ True Qi to gather towards his own palm; in Duan Yun’s mind, the closest equivalent was probably the "Beiming Divine Skill."

But to truly grasp its effects, he still needed to test it on someone.

The first person Duan Yun thought of was Murong.

The person who was closest to him.

But he was worried that using it on Murong might cause issues.

By this time, it was almost dark.

Whether because he had just comprehended a Cultivation Technique or was simply tired, he had slept for quite a long time.

Looking at the tadpole script he had copied and dropped on the floor, Duan Yun couldn’t help but comment: "How is this stuff more sleep-inducing than a language class?"

As usual, Yuzhu Villa remained eerily silent.

Duan Yun walked out of his room, circled around, and found that Shen Ying hadn’t returned yet, and Murong was still "playing dead."

Where had this bloodthirsty audience, Shen Ying, gone to enjoy the excitement?

Since he had a Hand Technique to try out, he decided to join the crowd as well. Perhaps he could find some decent subjects to test.

Besides, could it even be called excitement without me, Mr. Duan, pah, without Young Hero Duan?

Thus, he walked out the door with his swords.

As he exited, Little Grey approached him.

Duan Yun understood what it meant; it wanted Duan Yun to ride it to go shopping.

This grey donkey hadn’t been ridden for a while, spending its days grazing and resting, probably fearing it would be deemed useless and eaten, so it took the initiative to find work.

Duan Yun reassured it: "The situation is tense lately; you are a dangerous species now too, let’s wait until things calm down."

Yes, without eliminating the troublemakers, even riding a donkey wouldn’t be peaceful.

Unconsciously, Duan Yun touched the hilt of his sword and felt Wen Rou seemed as if it understood him, getting excited.

Murong had called it a Demon Blade, which was sheer libel.

This was clearly a Blade of Justice; look, it got anxious without a day of punishing the wicked and eradicating evil.

Once out of the main gate of Yuzhu Villa, the road sloped downhill.

After walking through a densely wooded path, Duan Yun paused.

Yuzhu Villa was not far from Yushi Town. From this spot with a clearer view, he could see half of the town.

Normally at this hour, there would only be a few oil lamps lit in the town, but even though it wasn’t completely dark yet, the whole town was brightly lit.

Duan Yun had never spent New Year’s in Yushi Town, but he guessed that even during the New Year’s celebrations, it wouldn’t be this lively.

He knew from his previous shopping trips in the town that compared to places like Small Spring Town, Yushi Town was the poorest.

The number of households that used oil lamps at night was very few.

With so many lamps lit this time, how many outsiders had come?

The closer he got to the town, the more certain Duan Yun was that there were many outsiders in Yushi Town.

At this hour, there were still Jianghu people carrying weapons rushing over from all directions.

Duan Yun mingled into the crowd.

"This Demon Slaying Conference is a big event that happens only once every ten years."

"Yes, yes, how can we not join such an event? That would be a waste of our lives in the Martial World."

"Do you think we’ll see Old Demon Duan, the legendary figure?"

"How could we not? With so many people coming, aren’t they all here to see Old Demon Duan get mobbed?"

"People from Thunder God and Mother Sect and Red House have made such a big preparation, they must be confident in finding Old Demon Duan. People from Thunder God and Mother Sect have very sharp ears; they’ve somehow gotten wind that Old Demon Duan is around this area. They are just using other means to pinpoint his exact location."

"Once it’s confirmed, it will be the time when Old Demon Duan gets mobbed."

"When that time comes, with so many heroes gathered together, even if Old Demon Duan had the ability to reach the heavens, he wouldn’t be able to turn things around."

"Xiong, you’re mighty. Are you really going to take action when the time comes?"

"Just kidding, I’m just here to watch the fun."

"Exactly, just here to watch. What’s there to risk our lives for? Even if we can’t find Old Demon Duan, with so many warriors from the Martial World gathered, doing some business would be good too."

"True, such a spectacle should definitely not be missed."

"However, we should stick close together, those Women of the Red Building are quite desperate."

"At this moment, there are still a few Red Building Women floating in the sky."

"Some of the Jianghu people who considered themselves handsome had already worn hats or masks, afraid of being targeted by the Red Building Women."

"Don’t miss the excitement and end up being seduced by a Red Building Fairy."

Duan Yun finally understood that these people were here to watch the show, attending what was called the Demon Slaying Conference.

"Damn, a Demon Slaying Conference, are they slaughtering me?"

Duan Yun had never expected to be treated like this.

In martial arts novels, a Demon Slaying Conference was usually a major event, and now he suddenly found himself the protagonist of such an event.

According to the character setting, he should have been the hero slaying the demon, famed across the world after a single slaughter, but now he had become the one to be slain.

This world is truly mad.

Following the crowd into the town, Duan Yun discovered that Yushi Town was so lively he almost didn’t recognize it.

The streets, which were usually almost deserted in the afternoon, were now crowded everywhere.

The dilapidated roadsides even saw the emergence of numerous street vendors, selling snacks, noodles, fabrics, and even weapons.

There were also storytellers narrating stories in the distance, this was several times livelier than Small Spring City.

No wonder Shen Ying hasn’t come back for half a day.

Perhaps due to the deterrent power of the Red Building Fairies, the best-selling here turned out to be those selling masks and hats.

Duan Yun also bought a hat to wear on his head, carrying a sword on his back, truly feeling like a swordsman.

The shops in Yushi Town, which were usually closed early, were mostly open now, Old Chen’s roast meat shop was doing the best business, Old Chen was sweating profusely.

Since the people from Mo Sect were also here, these usually unruly martial artists were relatively behaved, at most slamming the table and complaining a few times, not fighting or killing, and they even paid in Silver.

While waiting for the marinade to flavor up, Old Chen even had an illusion.

That was going back to his childhood, when the Jade Mine was being actively mined, and Yushi Town was just as populous.

Many times, he felt it was all an illusion.

Due to the rapid decline of Yushi Town, it quieted down swiftly.

On the road, Duan Yun already saw quite a few Jianghu people sleeping by the roadside.

With so many people tonight, if they don’t secure a spot early, they won’t even have a place on the roadside to lie down.

Duan Yun even saw an old acquaintance, a storyteller wrapped with a red silk band and his legs bandaged with white cloth and sticks, Old Guo.

Next to him were two other storytellers also wrapped in red silk bands, likely from the De Yu Society.

Duan Yun couldn’t help but move closer to fiercely complain: "Your legs are broken, yet you still rush to join in the excitement."

Seeing this, Old Guo replied, "This Demon Slaying Conference is the easiest place to witness the prowess of Old Demon Duan. We, the storytellers, if we don’t watch it personally, how can we narrate the story beautifully?"

Hearing his words, Duan Yun was somewhat touched.

This fellow’s dedication to his career was as intense as his own.

He too needed to hurry up and find someone to test his skills.

At this moment, Duan Yun’s attention was suddenly caught by a carriage.

A pitch-black carriage, where a very beautiful woman in a green dress sat at the rear.