Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!
Chapter 92 - 91 Old Demon Duan, I Hate You!

Chapter 92: Chapter 91 Old Demon Duan, I Hate You!

That night, Leizhou and the Murong brothers practiced under the moonlight.

It was unexpectedly difficult for the Murong brothers, this one in ten thousand sword talent, to get the hang of it, and for a while, they couldn’t grasp the fundamentals.

Leizhou couldn’t help but mock, "Can you even do it? I’m practically holding your hand through this, and you’re still the worst student I’ve ever had."

The Murong brothers’ faces reddened as they explained, "I’ve been devoted to the blade my whole life, switching to the sword now is naturally met with resistance."

They couldn’t understand why it was so difficult to absorb the Moonlight.

First off, they could definitely sense the "nature’s spiritual energy" as Leizhou mentioned.

With breathing practices, at a certain level, you would absorb nature’s energy and turn it into True Qi—this was a natural process.

But they couldn’t sense the Moonlight.

Smooth and moist – too abstract for them to perceive.

Disappointed in his disciple, Leizhou went to sleep, leaving the Murong brothers alone under the moonlight to practice their stance and seek enlightenment.

It had been so long since they had trained so diligently.

Especially this stance practice, something they had done for a time during childhood.

Being a child was great—carefree, only aware of being the young master of the Murong Family, a one in ten thousand sword prodigy, with a devoted father and loving parents, and not so many half-sisters.

But everything had changed, oh how it had changed.

Thinking back on the deep affections of the past, yet coming from his own sisters, pain clutched at his heart.

It hurt so much he could hardly breathe.

He had to turn into a woman!

The Murong brothers continued to ponder deeply and feel for the Moonlight.

What exactly was Moonlight?

Moonlight was naturally the light of the moon. Leizhou absorbed it to master formidable swordsmanship, so why couldn’t they?

Hmm, they needed to think more concretely.

Starting with the moon itself.

The Murong brothers always remembered a story about the moon.

When they were nine, an emissary from the Wangxian Sect visited Leizhou and made quite an impression.

Normally, established powers had taken root in Leizhou, and it was difficult for an outsider sect to gain a foothold, but the Wangxian Sect did just that.

Many in Leizhou were believers at that time, including some notable figures.

The Sect Hierarch, Wang Yue, often made shocking statements that drew crowds.

What stuck with the Murong brothers the most was his claim that the ground people stood on was a huge sphere, like the sun and moon, revolving around this large ball that was the world; and that the moon had no light of its own, but rather, was illuminated by the sun’s rays.

Such nonsense!

If the ground was a huge sphere, wouldn’t they constantly need to stick to it to stand?

Even at nine years old, the Murong brothers found it laughable.

Eventually, the Wangxian Sect fell out of favor with the major powers. Sect Hierarch Wang Yue was brutally beaten to death by the young Heavenly Prides of several factions—his death was terrible to behold, and the Wangxian Sect became nothing more than a passing cloud.

Knowing this to be sheer nonsense, blithering drivel, the Murong brothers still remembered it after all these years.

And at this moment, they considered Moonlight to be a reflection of sunlight.

Sunlight was warm and blazing, while Moonlight was not; all because the moon was a great sphere that absorbed and emitted light.

Sunlight fell upon it, and with the moon’s swallow and breath, the warm, blazing sunlight cooled down and became Moonlight.

Once the Murong brothers thought this way, suddenly, they could sense the Moonlight!

Holy shit!

Just thinking that they had finally made progress, and might even transform into a woman, they were overcome with such excitement they wanted to somersault endlessly.

But they couldn’t somersault now; they needed to seize the moment to absorb Moonlight!

Absorb it fiercely!

Absorb it desperately!

Until the moon completely disappeared behind the clouds and showed no sign of reemerging, the Murong brothers reluctantly returned to their humble straw mat.

It had been a long time since they had felt such diligent and fervent longing.

Looking forward to the change!

In the morning, the Murong brothers woke up and felt themselves, both above and below, noticing no changes.

Struggling, they got up and went to find Leizhou, complaining that despite having absorbed Moonlight, there was little effect.

Leizhou retorted, "I, a one in ten thousand Cultivation prodigy, didn’t succeed in just one day and night, how could you expect major effects so quickly? Keep absorbing, fiercely."

The Murong brothers thought this made sense.

Leizhou’s talent was just a tiny bit better than theirs, so it was only natural for them to be slightly slower.

Damn it, isn’t Kung Fu something you grind out step by step?

Even a genius like them needed to put in day after day of effort. For instance, when practicing the Twelve Layers of Spring Rain, it didn’t produce results in just one day.

It could only be blamed on their eagerness to progress!

So, under the night sky, Duan Yun and Shen Ying were eating barbecue and sipping on liquor, witnessing the birth of the most diligent Murong brother.

That guy, in his eagerness to absorb Moonlight, even gave up on his favorite drink.

After dinner, Duan Yun was inspired by him and also started doing his stance work to absorb.

Shen Ying looked on speechlessly, feeling that these two were just boring, and went back to her room to sleep.

This time, they trained until the moon was covered by clouds before Murong brother finally went back to sleep.

Lying on that familiar straw mat, Murong brother was close to crying from being so moved.

He had worked so hard to become a woman!

In the early morning, Murong brother got up, felt here and there, and was shocked.

There was a change!

But...

In the early morning, by the backyard water tank, Duan Yun was taking a cold shower, and Murong brother also came over.

The two exchanged glances and showered together in the cool autumn with the chilly water.

Duan Yun glanced at his brother and said in surprise, "It seems that you did well last night; the effect is good."

Murong brother, drenching himself with cold water, grumbled, "Is this the cultivation technique you said would turn a man fallen?"

Duan Yun let out a relieved breath and said, "I told you it’s for nourishing yin and strengthening yang, how could it be for falling?"

"Seems like my Cultivation Technique has no issues!"

"How could my Cultivation Technique have a problem!"

"Indeed, someone must be out to get me!"

Duan Yun looked relieved and happy, whereas Murong brother was like a mourning widow.

All this effort, just to become a woman, to hell with nourishing yin and strengthening yang!

Seeing Duan Yun walking away yet the vigor hadn’t subsided, Murong couldn’t help but ask, "How much longer do I have to keep this up?"

"Until it completely calms down," answered Duan Yun without turning his head.

From early morning until after lunch, it wasn’t until then that Duan Yun saw Murong brother again.

Only to see him glaring resentfully, like a little wife who had been wronged.

"What’s the matter?" Duan Yun couldn’t help asking.

"I’ve been showering for almost two and a half hours, three tanks of water, it’s numb down there, but still not calm," said Murong brother.

Duan Yun was surprised, "Really?"

He thought Murong brother had gone to sleep by now, but...

Murong brother walked hunched over, wearing his loosest pants, but even this posture was still unfamiliar.

"How much longer do I need?" asked Murong brother.

Duan Yun shook his head, "I don’t know, I usually get it done in half an hour at most."

"Darn, you actually have a talent that surpasses mine."

In the middle of the night, Murong brother lay there, his head along with his ’brother’ pointed towards the ceiling, questioning his life.

A whole day, a whole day, and it still wouldn’t go down!

The next day, Murong brother lay there all day long, turning into a lazybones.

On the third evening, Murong brother found Duan Yun, grabbed his hand, and said, "You have to help me."

Duan Yun raised an eyebrow, "Help you with what?"

"Three days now, three days! I’ve used cold water, slapped, even hit it, and even let some blood out, but it’s still the same."

At this point, Murong brother was close to tears.

That thing was standing firm all the time, and even sleeping and peeing were uncomfortable, okay?

It even started to hurt a little because it had been upright for so long.

Duan Yun was shocked, took a sharp breath, and said, "Terrifying indeed!"

He was astonished at how effective his own Cultivation Technique was on Murong brother and also at Murong brother’s methods towards his ’brother’.

Bloodletting was even tried.

He couldn’t help but comfort, "Actually, this is pretty good. When your sisters see how imposing you are, they probably won’t dare to mess with you."

"Your sister!" Murong brother said painfully.

Duan Yun pretended to ponder, then said, "If it keeps up, you probably have to change your name."

"What name?"

Before practicing this technique, he had thought of a name for when he became a woman, "Murong Jimei," but now it was completely useless, moving further and further away from that name.

"Murong Xiangtian," said Duan Yun.

Hearing this, Murong brother got so angry that he almost passed out.

At this moment, Duan Yun gave his final advice, saying, "If it really doesn’t work, just cut it off."

Murong brother clutched his chest, almost spitting out a mouthful of old blood, and yelled, "Old Demon Duan, I hate you!"