Duan Yun still decided to go find Old Guo to solidify his skills.
Watching his departing figure, the Murong brothers couldn’t help but say, "He looks perfectly normal, but why does he give off an abnormal vibe?"
Feng Ling’er said disdainfully, "What’s abnormal? More handso than you, better at martial arts than you, even his dical skills are unparalleled—that’s abnormal, right? Such petty jealousy!"
With that, she walked away with a look of disgust.
"I!"
The Murong brothers’ faces turned green, and their hearts felt cold.
In his heart, his sister was the finest in the world, yet her heart was already occupied by soone else.
It is truly said that the passionate bear more sorrows; Endless Hatred without a day of relief!
Suddenly, the Murong brothers, feeling this wrenching pain, the green chill in their hearts, seed to gradually take on substance.
Almost at the sa ti, the sword on his waist vibrated as if it resonated with his green mood, emitting a humming sound.
He rembered the night when Duan Yun scread in agony as he mastered the Twelve Layers of Spring Rain, and he too beca engrossed in it.
Without realizing it, he had been influenced by Duan Yun.
Or perhaps, everyone in Yuzhu Villa was being influenced by Duan Yun.
This guy inherently had the power to influence others.
"Damn it! Damn it!"
"Spin! Spin! Let this sorrow spin into motion!"
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
The Murong brothers grasped the sword hilt, and without unsheathing the sword, a sharp Sword Qi whirled out.
The Sword Qi lingered, twining like threads, enveloping his entire being.
For a mont, he seed to be inside a cocoon ford by the Sword Qi.
From this angle, all the Sword Qi was green, casting his barely visible face in a ghastly green light.
"I’ve succeeded!"
"I truly am a one-of-a-kind swordsman prodigy!"
"This sword, like the relentless hate in my heart, also shows a jade color; let’s call it ’Endless Hatred Jade Blade!’"
For a mont, the Sword Qi around him grew even more vigorous.
Influenced by Duan Yun, the Murong brothers had co upon such a sword technique on their own.
Shen Ying and Feng Ling’er noticed sothing odd, looking at the green-faced Murong brothers with grave expressions.
Even from a distance, their emotions seed affected, evoking a pain similar to seeing the one they loved falling for soone else.
"This Sword Qi must be poisonous," Shen Ying murmured to herself.
What kind of mindset must one have to develop such a green-tinted and distressing sword technique?
Not being cut by this Sword Qi already causes such heartache; what about if one were actually cut by it?
Wouldn’t that be truly like being poisoned?
With a swish, the lingering, green Sword Light of the Murong brothers retracted back into the scabbard.
His eyes still a shade of green, he murmured, "I also want others to feel the pain when my love turns into a sister, and yet in her heart, there is soone else!"
Saying this, he walked outside.
Since Duan Yun had whitened him, making him a target for n, the Murong brothers hadn’t dared to leave the house these past few days to properly protect themselves.
But now, with his self-invented sword technique taking shape, he felt sowhat inflated.
Mainly because his sword technique was connected to his emotional state, without truly venting these green feelings, he believed he could hardly bear it.
The Murong brothers once had several unforgettable romances, all turned to agony when the won turned out to be his half-sisters from the sa father.
Tornted by these agonies, he once contemplated starving himself to death within Yuzhu Villa.
With Duan Yun’s arrival, he felt the unreasonable talent and vigorous vitality of the other aspiring to be a Young Hero, and he himself was influenced, gradually coming back to life.
He thought that having experienced so much painful love, he could bear anything.
But he hadn’t anticipated that there was a level of pain even beyond that.
And that was this shade of green in his feelings.
The Murong brothers walked down the street, even deliberately swinging their buttocks.
He was fishing.
Fishing for those perverts who liked n, to let them feel his agony!
Duan Yun was also walking in the streets.
He initially ca to hoodwink Old Guo, but considering last night’s host of Dharma Images, among which were many Evil Demons, he decided to change targets.
Old Guo had probably had enough of his antics.
He needed so fresh practice targets.
Evil Demons were the most suitable trial for him, Doctor Xu Xian, to beco the Divine Doctor.
But unexpectedly, since last night’s disturbance, Yushi Town had beco much quieter.
It seed last night’s show of Dharma Images had frightened many scattered Jianghu people, prompting various factions to be on guard, confining themselves within their own territories, daring not to act rashly.
Duan Yun made a round but found no particularly easy targets.
Damn, these Evil Demons are so cunning, hiding so well!
He decided to wander outside the town once more, and if he couldn’t find a suitable target, he would barge into those sects and factions and forcibly take soone.
For example, the Qiongling Sect’s swordswoman that the Murong brothers yearned for; treating both body and mind, perhaps she could be "reford" under his treatnt.
There were rumors outside that the swordswoman of Qiongling Sect had fallen due to Old Demon Duan; what if she were healed by him, the "Divine Doctor Xu Xian"?
Thinking about this, the Fingertip Thunder of Duan Yun, with his dical Practitioner’s Compassionate Heart, was itching to act.
No, he even thought about becoming the gatekeeper of the Qiongling Sect.
After all, Doctor Xu Xian, with his Compassionate Heart, loved to rescue others.
Like persuading the swordswoman to reform.
...
Outside Yushi Town, in an unremarkable cave, a beautiful red-dressed woman sat cross-legged.
Her skin was a strange earthy yellow, similar in color to the surrounding dirt, making her at first glance resemble a human sculpture in the cave.
Beside her, three young won had the sa color of skin.
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