Duan Yun couldn't borrow any fire, so he had to go to the market himself and bought a few Fire Sticks, before returning and burning the bear-man.
A bear with a human brain, he couldn't rest easy without burning it.
The blazing flas enveloped the bear, and the air was instantly filled with the fragrance and charred sll of burning fat.
Had he not seen that human brain, he wouldn't have tried the bear at.
Because it was too weird.
The fire grew bigger and bigger until the whole bear was thoroughly roasted into charcoal. Duan Yun then delivered a Water Moon Slash, chopping it into pieces, only then did he feel relieved to leave.
After this incident, Duan Yun had learned his lesson.
In his previous life, he would only encounter such malicious Treasure Box Monsters when playing soul-type gas, but in this absurd and terrifying world, such things could actually happen.
All one can say is that opening boxes cos with risks and one must be cautious.
The box was always there; if one day soone else opened it, and they were not as skilled in martial arts as he was, it would likely end in tragedy.
He also counted it as indirectly eliminating a nace.
As for why a bear could live so long inside a water box, why it didn't move before, and only after the box was opened, Duan Yun didn't want to try and understand anymore.
Its head was transplanted with a human head; what more could science explain!
Over these past two months of cultivation, Duan Yun lived a dull life, almost accustod to this stability and peace.
Yet this box reminded him that this was still the perilous and absurd Martial World.
Upon returning to his bamboo hut, Duan Yun began to pack his luggage.
The side room and courtyard wall had collapsed on one side, which was difficult to fix in a short ti since it required wall nding and plastering, and he had no experience in construction.
The deposit was temporarily a lost cause; he could only wait until he had killed everyone from the Xuanxiong Gang and co back.
There was no need to explain to the landlord first since going back and forth and killing the Xuanxiong Gang would not take many days.
Still so ti before dawn, Duan Yun was already on his way.
He was going to send the Xuanxiong Gang off, at least he needed to get there by lunch.
He would need a full al to have the energy to kill.
In the thick night, the world was as dim as when he had previously slept in the wilderness.
However, Duan Yun's mood was completely different from before.
More than two months ago, he was fleeing from disaster, escaping, but now he was going to settle this trouble.
He wasn't holding grudges, but only by eliminating the Xuanxiong Gang could he resolve the difficulties of hiding, living in fear, and being unable to return ho.
At this ti, the end of sumr was just approaching, earlier than he had expected it to cool down.
Following the old route back had a bit of a sense of revisiting the old place.
In the faint moonlight, Duan Yun walked through the wasteland again, seeing the graves and the tree trunk pierced by his Jade Sword Finger.
It had only been a little over two months, yet it felt like a lifeti had passed.
Now, he was much stronger than before.
Duan Yun walked briskly on the deserted road, his steps fast, not feeling tired.
Now, he could travel two hundred miles a day without breaking a sweat.
This was the benefit of cultivation.
Traveling continuously from dark to dawn, from dawn to noon, from solitary on the road to the fields where he could see farming villagers, Duan Yun finally arrived at Lishui City.
In over two months, Lishui City hadn't changed much.
If anything had changed, it was that there were a few more graves in the suburbs.
Dying from illness, or being beaten or killed, was always quite easy in this territory.
Nevertheless, Duan Yun still made it to lunch.
He ate stewed noodles in the city.
A large bowl, with a stewed chicken leg added.
If one must say what Duan Yun still missed about this place, then the old brand's stewed noodles and the rent-free old house would be the two things.
He had just eaten halfway when three mbers of the Xuanxiong Gang sat down.
Duan Yun continued to eat, his left-hand already forming a sword finger under the table.
One of the Xuanxiong Gang Disciples suddenly looked at him and said, "What are you looking at?"
Duan Yun did not respond.
Just as the Xuanxiong Gang Disciple was about to continue his rant, their noodles arrived, and with his companions calling, he stopped paying attention to Duan Yun and continued eating.
Duan Yun was very disappointed in him.
Only concerned with eating.
Judging by the thickness of the palm of Xuanxiong Gang Disciple, it was not as formidable as Wang Li who initially wanted to kill him.
In his perception, it seed that the thicker the palm was practiced, the more extre the person beca, and more prone to tantrum like a bear child.
After finishing the noodles, Duan Yun went straight ho, a sense of confusion arising in his mind.
Could it be that I'm not wanted?
Those three Xuanxiong Gang Disciples clearly saw his handso face but showed little reaction.
When he got near his ho, Duan Yun climbed over the wall like a thief, then a bad premonition arose.
Inside the house, except for a layer of thick dust and three feet of wild grass growing on the soil where Wang Li was buried, everything was as before.
Even the strand of hair he had tied to the door lock was still there.
Of course, there was a new notice on the door for unpaid protection fees.
This indicated that for the past two months, besides those who ca to collect protection fees, no one else had visited.
As Duan Yun washed the dust off in the house, he lanted, "No one ca? No one discovered the murder and burial?"
"So it turns out you're just a nobody after all?"
Duan Yun stood under the crooked tree, unable to help but sigh.
Xuanxiong Gang seed to have forgotten they had an elite mber like Wang Li.
Indeed, had that guy not been dressed in Xuanxiong Gang's clothing and used his habitual "bear paw" right hand, Duan Yun would have doubted he was from Xuanxiong Gang.
In the afternoon, Duan Yun went to the bustling area again, even inquiring directly at Xuanxiong Gang's hall, yet no one ntioned Wang Li.
Wang Li is a nobody, so the one who killed Wang Li is also a nobody.
Does this count as escaping for nothing?
Was the rent paid in vain?
For a mont, Duan Yun felt sowhat disappointed.
He had imagined that Xuanxiong Gang would notice his movents, definitely seeking revenge for their brother Wang Li, and then he would unleash a massacre, slaughtering through Xuanxiong Gang, only then could he avenge the grievances of renting in exile.
That would be truly satisfying!
But now you're telling , he didn't need to run at all.
Because no one cared about Wang Li, nor the one who killed him.
The two seed to have a personal grudge, which with his counterattack, had already ended everything.
So, should he exterminate the entire Xuanxiong Gang or not?
As Duan Yun walked ho, he suddenly heard loud slapping sounds and a girl's crying.
He couldn't help but, like others, stretch his neck to see what was happening.
He saw a man selling chestnuts and sweet potatoes being slapped by a mber of Xuanxiong Gang.
"Can you pay the protection fee?" the Xuanxiong Gang mber asked while slapping.
The man's face was half swollen, and his nose bled, he pleaded, "Sir, soone at ho fell ill this ti, business isn't good, and you've raised it by thirty percent, I really only have this much."
"Are you blaming us then?"
The Xuanxiong Gang mber said, delivering another slap that sent the man sprawling on the ground, vomiting blood.
Beside him, a little girl around five or six years old, holding the man's arm, cried out loudly, "Daddy, wu wu, daddy..."
Looking at the man on the ground, Duan Yun seed to see himself being kicked around like a ball back then.
No, it was even worse than his own experience.
If he had a daughter in the future, being beaten like this in front of his daughter, whether it be for himself or his daughter, it would be unbearable.
Even though the man's face was swollen like a bun and his blood had stained his clothes, he still comforted the little girl, "It's okay, Ting, daddy's fine, don't cry."
"It's fine, right?"
"Don't cry, right?"
With a thud, an underling kicked the man on the face, his teeth flying out.
At that mont, the man who had been suppressing his pain finally couldn't bear it and let out a painful cry.
The three n from Xuanxiong Gang then broke into jubilant smiles.
Seeing this scene, any doubt in Duan Yun's mind completely vanished.
So carbon-based life forms are simply an insult to the air while living.
Was he just too kind-hearted just now?
That was incredibly naive indeed!
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