At Duan Yun's request, Ming Xing reluctantly led Duan Yun in another direction.
That was the place where her sister Ming Yue was in seclusion to cultivate.
Honestly, she found Duan Yun's behavior of wanting to admire her sister's elegance sowhat distasteful.
Along the way, Duan Yun approximately understood so of the things Mingyu Palace did to stop the crimson corruption.
In short, these things were quite chivalrous.
Because it's said that Wang Chenghua, the founder of Mingyu Palace, was a very chivalrous person, this made Duan Yun's impression of the entire Mingyu Palace much better.
At least in his eyes, it was no longer the aloof martial arts myth, isolated and detached from the mortal world, but a martial arts ally who had contributed to the mortal world.
Ming Xing, however, was unperturbed about these things and remarked, "People always see the surface. Actually, powers like Mingyu Palace are not rare. I know of a Zhang family that has been guarding a giant bronze gate in Yunding Mountain for many years.
However, our martial arts heritage was initially related to that crimson corruption, so it's not as chivalrous as you think."
For a long ti, Duan Yun was considered a Demon, even now, because there had been no true Great Hero for many years. When he ca up with such high standards, it gave an impression of being heretical.
The more righteous he acted, the more eerie it appeared.
As the surrounding crimson corruption was continuously pushed back by Ming Xing's Mingyu Skills, visibly, the flowers here beca much sparser. At a glance, you could see quite a bit of bare soil.
After this, Duan Yun saw that person.
The martial arts legend who seed to exist only in legends, in this Mingyu Palace, even more distinguished than Ming Xing.
Ming Yue.
Ming Yue was hanging in the sky, and at this ti she also seed to be hanging in the sky.
Her entire body was suspended upside-down in the air, dressed in a pure white dress, and her skin was also pristine and flawless, even emanating a captivating glow.
If the Second Palace Master, Ming Xing, was dazzling like a star, then the Great Palace Master Ming Yue at this mont exuded a cold, mysterious aura akin to the moon.
She hung upside-down in the air, as if asleep, and the intertwining flower branches on her body, as well as the seemingly blossoming flowers around her, had a breathtaking beauty.
The flower branches, initially tangled ssily, seed like an art of entwining on her body, full of aesthetic and sensual appeal.
It was that kind of pure and pristine sensuality.
In fact, this was the most dangerous way of cultivating Mingyu Skills, which uses the stimulation from crimson corruption to push the body's potential to the limit, thus cultivating more powerful Mingyu Skills. It can be said that Mingyu Skills and crimson corruption complent and depend on each other.
At this mont, Ming Xing coughed and said, "Have you seen enough?"
Duan Yun also coughed and said, "Yes, enough."
"Is my sister beautiful?" Ming Xing asked.
"Beautiful," Duan Yun answered honestly.
"Then who is more beautiful, my sister or ?" Ming Xing pursued.
Duan Yun glanced at Ming Yue, who hung like a bright moon, and Ming Xing added, "Don't worry, she can't hear."
So Duan Yun honestly replied, "You are more beautiful."
"Stupid man," Ming Xing criticized.
Duan Yun said with a serious face, "I don't really agree with the Murong brothers' aesthetics, but I agree with one viewpoint."
"What viewpoint?"
"Won should of course be younger, you are the younger sister, younger than your sister."
Ming Xing couldn't help but criticize, "Shallow, shaless."
"Alright, it's ti to get down to business."
Duan Yun also knew it was ti to get down to business.
Mingyu Palace had unknowingly lost so many people, and Ming Xing hadn't caught the perpetrator, which could only an the opponent's martial arts and movent techniques were exceedingly high.
According to Ming Xing, she only had one encounter with the opponent five days ago, but due to the distance and the opponent's ghostly movent technique, she couldn't catch up.
From Ming Xing's estimation, the opponent's movent speed was surprisingly no less than hers.
On the way here, Duan Yun also sowhat tested the quality of Ming Xing's movent technique.
It's only fair to say that if it's not weaker than Ming Xing, it's not weaker than him, and now that they are clear and the enemy is in the dark, it will take so thought to catch the opponent.
Ming Xing briefly explained the situation to Duan Yun and said, "You know so many secrets of Mingyu Palace, you're practically half a Mingyu Palace mber. What's next?"
Being half a mber of the Mingyu Palace sounds good, but Duan Yun always had the feeling of getting on a pirate ship.
Duan Yun analyzed, "Is there any pattern to when this killer strikes?"
"Pattern?" Ming Xing wondered.
Duan Yun said, "For instance, works three days, rests two, or works two days, rests three, or usually strikes at night...."
Ming Xing stood there, recalling past events, pondering, "Calving, birthdays, coming of age...."
"Wait a minute, it seems like every ti these things happen, the opponent strikes."
Duan Yun wondered, "Every ti these things happen, they strike. Wait, do you have any more birthdays coming up?"
Ming Xing shook her head, "No, after those events happened, we just gathered together and had a little party."
Since the incidents started occurring at Mingyu Palace, both inside and outside enforced harsher defenses, but soon realized this was ineffective.
Because the opponent was too strong, even elder-level figures could only fight for a few moves before sounding the alarm and eting their demise, let alone ordinary disciples.
So Ming Xing decided to have the disciples in the palace gather together, with the elders taking turns personally guarding, while she remained vigilant at all tis.
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