Wrongly practicing evil skills, imitating the laws of nature

Young Master Duan was kind, Young Master Duan was righteous, and Young Master Duan wasn't one to hold grudges.

Even though that woman from the Red Chamber insisted on slandering him as Old Devil Duan, not even calling him Young Master, he merely chopped off her legs and blasted over a dozen bloody holes in her head and body.

After discovering that she could still scale the city walls and run away with astonishing speed despite her injuries, he gave up the chase.

Her will to survive and powerful vitality truly moved him.

If she could survive like that, it was heaven's will, and he couldn't go against it; he could only aim for more vital spots next time they met.

It could only be said that the other Red Chamber women who died earlier weren't effective enough, providing only enough death energy to kill the lunatics from the Thunder God Matriarch Sect, but not enough to kill this Red Chamber woman on the spot, allowing her to escape so far, so fast, suffer so much, and exhaust him so much.

At this point, Duan Yun felt that today's workload was almost done.

He was sweating from exhaustion.

If he had rashly charged into the city earlier and been ambushed, it would have been a case of more harm than good.

He reluctantly took a step back, giving everyone some space.

Duan Yun walked back and found that his shoes were torn again, revealing his big toe.

These toe swords... maybe he should just wear slippers in the future.

The corpses were still lying there, obediently and neatly.

Duan Yun began to loot the bodies.

The Red Chamber woman had already been looted, so what remained were these Thunder God Matriarch Sect lunatics.

The one who fell here should be the strongest Thunder lunatic he had ever seen, capable of forming lightning power and even turning it into a weapon, withstanding his Sixfold Spring Rain attack.

Therefore, Duan Yun looted the body with extra care.

But this guy, like the other Thunder lunatics, was penniless; he could only take the iron flute from his head.

At this moment, he tore open the lunatic's clothes.

He had long noticed that there were some incomprehensible tadpole-like characters on this Thunder lunatic's body, similar to the runes on the few pieces of divine iron from the Matriarch Sect he possessed.

This was probably related to the secret of this Thunder lunatic's control over lightning power.

Although he couldn't understand these tadpole characters at all, and even vaguely felt that they were strange, as if they were mouths trying to suck people in, he was, after all, a one-in-a-million cultivation genius, and figuring them out was only a matter of time.

So Duan Yun cut off the skin with the tadpole characters from the Thunder lunatic's body.

This human skin was disgusting and terrifying in his hands; he had to find some paper and ink to write down these runes.

What kind of proper young master carries a piece of human skin around with him at all times?

After that, Duan Yun left.

This time, he left more thoroughly, not squatting there to wait for people like last time.

The two goddess constables, Leng Yixue and Leng Yimeng, who witnessed all this from the distant bushes, were terrified.

Being covered in cold sweat was not enough to describe their fear; until now, both of their legs were tightly clamped together.

If they had listened to Leng Yimeng's words and gone to check those corpses, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

This demon was indeed unpredictable, extremely sinister, not leaving after killing people, but actually waiting for rabbits to come to him.

They almost became the rabbits themselves.

There was an element of treachery in this, but more than that, it was a display of great skill and daring.

Two experts from the Thunder God Matriarch Sect and the Red Chamber, both at the Tongyou realm, were brutally killed instead.

The scene of the Red Chamber woman escaping with only half of her body, with this old demon chasing behind her, was truly frightening to them.

They were scared stiff.

They were clearly watching from a distance with a telescope, but they felt a sense of immersive terror.

It wasn't until after more than half an hour that there was still no movement there that Leng Yimeng and Leng Yixue breathed a long sigh of relief.

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

The superiors actually wanted them to investigate such a demon; were they really trying to send them to their deaths?

This time, the two sisters didn't even have the luck of reaping the benefits of others' struggles.

Duan Yun, carrying his spoils, went to Little Spring Town.

He had promised Shen Ying and the Murong brothers to purchase supplies today, and he couldn't delay this matter, or they would think he wasn't doing his job.

This feeling of doing business was quite wonderful.

Compared to the bloody storms of Hope Spring City, Little Spring Town was peaceful.

The ancient world had a huge drawback, which was that sending a message, whether by releasing a pigeon or having someone run errands, took a lot of time, but this drawback had a romantic feel to it at this time.

One moment you were in Hope Spring City, righteously acting on behalf of heaven with a tense face, facing blood, flesh, and screams, and then in the blink of an eye you came to another place, where everything was as it was because the news hadn't arrived.

The dim light shone on people, very warm and harmonious.

Duan Yun first went to the bookstore to buy two reams of paper and some ink, mainly because he was carrying a piece of human skin, and even if this human skin was a secret manual, it wasn't very comfortable.

He wanted to copy it before studying it.

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Studying a cultivation technique while facing a piece of human skin that you peeled yourself would affect your appetite.

After that, he exchanged the gold mask and other spoils for silver, and then bought some food and drink to take back.

Now there were three mouths to feed at Jade Pearl Manor, and even the Murong brothers, who usually didn't eat much, had been eating more frequently recently, resulting in considerable consumption.

Duan Yun had just finished buying rice and meat and was about to buy wine when he noticed Shen Ying waving at him from the teahouse.

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

Shen Ying said, "Of course, I came out to stroll around. The stories told by the storytellers here are so funny."

Duan Yun looked at the teahouse and asked, "What's so funny?"

"He's telling stories about Old Devil Duan, who has the same name as you."

"Every time I hear that the four beautiful wives of the Gao Family Manor were ridden by pigs on the same day because Old Devil Duan used his aphrodisiac technique on the pigs, I can't help but laugh, hahahaha."

"It's especially funny when I think about you having the same name as Old Devil Duan, hahahaha."

Shen Ying couldn't help but laugh as she spoke.

Her eyes curved like crescent moons as she laughed.

Duan Yun couldn't help but complain, "Even pigs riding people is now Old Devil Duan's doing?"

"Also, the female sword immortal of the Qiongling Sect suddenly unleashed her nature and became a prostitute in a brothel, also said to be because Old Devil Duan messed with her mind. This Old Devil Duan is involved in too many things," Shen Ying talked eloquently about the Old Devil Duan stories she heard today.

Duan Yun glanced at the inside of the teahouse and asked, "Does the storyteller have a limp?"

"Have you heard him tell stories too?" Shen Ying asked.

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

"Let's go, let's buy some more things and go back."

Shen Ying refused, "The storyteller has a second half, I'll come back after I finish listening."

Duan Yun nodded and said, "Okay then."

In the outhouse, the one-legged storyteller, Old Guo, was urinating in a golden rooster pose.

He had a great time telling stories today, and the guests had a great time listening, but it strained his voice.

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

Storytelling was also physical work; he had to catch his breath first, and there was still a second half to come.

He had seen clearly that "Old Devil Duan" was now the key to wealth; talking about him was equal to getting more tips!

After Old Guo finished urinating, he shook it, and was just about to walk out with his crutch when everything went dark.

A sudden burlap sack, a familiar darkness before his eyes, a familiar feeling rushed over him.

No way?

With a snap, Old Guo's only good leg was also broken!