After noticing that the quadruplets were still staring at him, the Taoist beca even more smug and said, "What are you looking at? Never seen soone desecrate a grave before? By the way, you think Shen Sanlang died like this, could he have left behind any descendants?"
The Daoist beside him snorted coldly and said, "With that ghostly appearance of his, there are probably quite a few illegitimate children out there, but whether there are any true descendants is hard to say. Even if there are, with his decadent ways, could he really teach them anything?"
At these words, the group of four Daoists burst into laughter again, saying, "Anyway, while we're alive, there's no one under Shen Sanlang's na who dares to challenge us."
In fact, from their appearance, the four Daoists weren't particularly old; two even gave the impression of just reaching middle age. But if you looked closely, you could sense their age and decay.
Their "youth" was rely surface-level, achieved by replacing their hearts and blood with those of the young, which made their youthfulness seem peculiar, like a "young" skin draped over them.
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
Two agonizing screams pierced the air as two of the quadruplets' eyes were easily gouged out by one of the Taoists.
The Little Moustache Taoist said smugly, "It seems you're quite dissatisfied. I won't kill you. Like you, we're also curious to see who dares to stand up for the dead."
The Taoist beside him said, "Is there anyone who would?"
"Maybe there is?"
"Maybe there's not?"
The four Taoists continued to banter like storytellers, mocking the dead in the grave mound.
For them, when these people were alive, they didn't dare to provoke them, only able to suppress their feelings. Yet, after their deaths, causing trouble in front of the graves gave them a sense of satisfaction.
After spitting on the grave mound one by one, the four Daoists walked away laughing.
The manner of their departure was unique; they didn't walk or use movent techniques, but sat in a large basket.
Suspended above the large basket was a massive spherical sheepskin raft-like object. As flas engulfed the basket, the spherical sheepskin raft inflated, carrying them off into the air.
The large basket flew away, leaving behind only a grave mound filled with blood-red banners and four black-clad figures, stained with blood.
The setting sun reddened the sky, casting a more ominous aura over the graveyard.
...
It was several days later when Duan Yun and Shen Ying arrived at the Qingshan.
Shen Sanlang's death happened even earlier than Duan Yun and Shen Ying had anticipated, much earlier.
One could say, as Duan Yun left with his front foot, he passed away shortly after with his back foot.
It seed as if he held on for Duan Yun with his last breath.
Along with him, Shen Ying's stepmother also departed.
As part of the last remnant of the "last remarkable person in the Martial World," Shen Sanlang chose a quiet burial upon leaving, without much fanfare and buried in this unremarkable Qingshan.
Unfortunately, it's not the thieves you fear, but those who covet.
The news of his death eventually reached the ears of these enemies.
A major enemy of Shen Sanlang in his later years was likely the Daoists of the Heavenly Human Dao, as one of the five Heavenly Human Dao attacked and killed him under the pretext of "kindly" selling him a young person's heart and blood.
While he was alive, he remained a legendary figure, and even nearing his death, those self-proclaid Heavenly People Daoists dared not provoke him. But ultimately, he couldn't defeat ti, leading to the scene before them now.
Seeing the grave mound filled with blood-red banners and the quadruplets kneeling there in a daze, Duan Yun was filled with astonishnt.
Shen Sanlang's death ca very suddenly. Upon hearing the news, Duan Yun couldn't help but feel a deep sorrow.
He originally thought they ca quickly enough, just in ti to et the family together.
If he felt this way, it was even more so for Shen Ying.
According to Shen Ying, she didn't have much ti with her father from a young age, and they didn't communicate much, lacking a strong bond between father and daughter, yet she still held a lot of respect for him.
Because aside from his promiscuity, what Shen Sanlang achieved were all things she could be proud of.
Shen Ying naturally accepted Duan Yun's "Young Hero" behavior, unlike the misconception outside seeing it as the actions of a Demon, often influenced by Shen Sanlang.
Shen Sanlang as her father didn't provide much affection, but she rembered and was proud of him.
With his sudden departure, Shen Ying was naturally saddened.
Because he was her last relative in this world.
And seeing everything upon this grave mound, she naturally felt anger.
anwhile, Duan Yun had already learned the general details from the quadruplets with severed limbs.
The blinded one was possibly the eldest, who said, "Hurry, take the Young Miss away. 'As long as the green hills remain, there's no fear of running out of firewood.' A gentleman's revenge is never too late, 'thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river.'
You're not a match for the Heavenly Human Dao now, but I believe evil won't prevail over justice, and you and the Young Master will defeat them one day."
After hearing these words, Duan Yun grabbed his severed wrist and said, "You're so severely injured, you should speak less."
With that, his fingertips emitted electric currents, flowing into the man's wrist.
A roasted at scent wafted out, followed by the second spot, the third spot....
An hour later, Duan Yun stretched his slightly sore neck and said, "Your eyes can't be saved, but your tendons are barely reattached. As long as you don't use too much force, you should be able to move."
Afterward, with a wave of his hand, all the blood banners on the grave mound flew into the air, shredded by his power.
Then, the surrounding soil surged as if the ground itself moved, reconstructing into a neater new grave.
Whether it was the astonishing dical skills Duan Yun used to reattach their tendons or the current "ground-shaking upheaval," the quadruplets were left in awe.
Their master used to say they couldn't stop the opponent, and they were unconvinced, but now it seed it truly was the case.
At this mont, Duan Yun was about to leave.
Standing with Shen Ying, he said, "I once heard a saying, 'a gentleman's revenge is a day-long endeavor,' and that's our style."
Saying this, the two leapt up, treading the wind, disappearing over the mountain peak.
The blind eldest brother murmured, "'A gentleman's revenge is a day-long endeavor....'
"Brother, what kind of person is the Young Miss's chosen husband?"
"I think they say his surna is Duan?"
"Duan, could he be the son of Prince Duan?"
"Nonsense, the Prince Duan family was exterminated with all nine clans, where would a son co from?"
"Brother, it's your fault. You made us only focus on guarding the door and not get involved in the Martial World, making us ignorant of everything."
At this point, the youngest fourth brother murmured, "I rember before Miss ca back, she stayed in Yun State. I heard there's a formidable Demon with the surna Duan."
"Old Demon Duan!"
At this mont, the third brother seed to realize, exclaiming excitedly.
The eldest and second brother, still blind, looked bewildered and said, "What's this Old Demon Duan, is he very powerful?"
The third brother said seriously, "Extermination is extraordinary. It's said that those who insult him in the morning may find their entire family annihilated by evening."
Upon hearing this, the four brothers simultaneously gasped in surprise.
The eldest looked puzzled, "Is that what he ant by 'a gentleman's revenge is a day-long endeavor'?"
"So, he truly might be Old Demon Duan!"
At that mont, the eldest struggled to stand up and said, "Hurry, down the mountain."
"Brother, why?"
"Quickly, go gather news. Within an hour, I want to hear everything about 'Old Demon Duan'!"
All four brothers stood up, their expressions transitioning from initial confusion and bewildernt to one of fear and excitent.
Earlier, when those four Daoists from the Heavenly Human Dao spoke so mockingly, they were very indignant, almost driven to fury, but they felt hopeless.
Because they accepted the idea that with their master's death, truly no one could do anything against these self-proclaid "Heavenly" Mad Taoists.
Even legendary figures like the "Ultimate Killing King" and the "Terrestrial Dragon King," who were once allies of their master, had long since faded. Whether they could now even manage their bodily functions independently was in question.
And while the young miss inherited part of the legacy, she was ultimately too young to be a match for these immortal Daoists.
But now, this desperate situation seed to change ever so slightly.
The man the young miss found is apparently not easy to provoke either?
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