At this hour, dawn had just broken not long ago, yet the diligent townsfolk had already started their arduous day’s labor.
The breakfast stalls had been set up even before daylight, billowing with rolling smoke.
The streets were gradually becoming populated with people.
Yesterday, the individuals from the various Martial World powers were quite cautious, and not many of them appeared on the streets; otherwise, with the Murong brothers’ enticing twists of their hips, more than a few lechers would have been lured.
Just this morning alone, there were more people from the Martial World on this street than there were yesterday.
People always need to eat.
The Azure Dragon is about to descend into the world; how else to work or fight for the Dragon Essence without a full belly.
However, for this group of average Martial World folks, their desire for the Dragon Essence wasn’t particularly intense; they were satisfied by the idea of just getting a piece or two of the Dragon at to boost their stagnant realms.
With just that boost, enemies they couldn’t defeat before would die, and won they couldn’t play with before would throw themselves into their arms.
Such is the cruelty of the Martial World.
As for why not follow that Daoist’s lead and grab the Dragon Essence in one fell swoop, becoming invincible beneath the heavens, isn’t it just like why one doesn’t have a Divine Blade in the left hand, a Divine Sword in the right hand, and incidentally marry a dozen beauties while also being a Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch—don’t they wish for it?
It’s a matter of destiny!
Following behind the two won of the Thousand Faces Immortal Sect who had just washed their hearts and changed their faces, Yuzhu and the group walked past, drawing the gaze of many Martial World people.
Those few stood out not just because of their uncommon deanor, but also because of their mysterious masks, and amongst them was one with noticeably green hair.
Three Martial World folks eating stead buns dropped two of them onto the ground in fright upon seeing that green hair.
The "Three Tigers of Rain Root Mountain" seated here used to be four, but now there are only three because Laosi encountered a mysterious swordsman yesterday.
According to Laosi’s account, the swordsman was a man shaking his hips, followed by a bunch of lecherous n.
Laosi had an eye for won and wasn’t interested in such flirty n, but he was one who loved to watch the excitent.
After finding the occurrence amusing, regardless of the ti and place, he proceeded to go have a look.
Unexpectedly, the swordsman turned hostile and took him for a pervert lusting after n, and ended up getting stabbed.
The stab wasn’t fatal; just a flesh wound, nothing serious once bandaged, but Laosi’s face turned green as if poisoned.
He kept saying he was tortured by the Sword Intent of that stab to the point of wanting to die, claiming he had to sell his beloved wife and concubines to alleviate it, otherwise, he would be in such agony that he’d contemplate suicide.
The "Three Tigers of Rain Root Mountain," being old riverside gamblers, knew that so high-leveled practitioners of the Tongyou Realm could infuse terrible Sword Qi that affected one’s mind, but such Sword Intent requiring one to be cuckolded to relieve it was unheard of.
Laosi really sold his wife and concubines overnight, scaring the remaining three Tigers so much that they thought Yushi Town was full of wild devils, and they might encounter sudden disaster at any ti.
Hence, they were extra cautious around that wicked swordsman.
To summarize with their younger brother’s words, it was a man with fair skin on his face, who might occasionally turn green, and even his hair was green when swinging his sword.
Thus, when the Murong brothers passed by, it nearly scared the three n to jump.
Actually, it wasn’t just the Three Tigers of Rain Root Mountain who were scared, as there were more than a dozen victims from the day before.
Now, Yushi Town was filled with forces from all sides, even hiding many a Bloodthirsty Storyteller, and the incidents involving that wicked Green Saber had already spread sowhat. So even secretly nad the mysterious swordsman "Green Blade Demon."
Thus, when the "Green Blade Demon" suddenly appeared so unguardedly, it naturally frightened quite a few people.
The swordsmanship of the "Green Blade Demon" was truly bizarre and frightening, also attracting so bloodthirsty spectators.
These Green Blade Demon and his party seed formidable, as if they were about to undertake so great task.
The Azure Dragon hasn’t shown up yet, and it’s already ti to start?
Bloodshed to form a river?!
This is going to be thrilling to death!
In a mont, the bloodthirsty spectators followed in droves.
As long as they don’t miss out on the excitent, even if they are affected by that sword technique and are forced to be cuckolded, it’s worth it!
Duan Yun and his party continued straight out of the town, heading toward the outskirts.
The morning mountain forest echoed with a few bird calls, making it seem very secluded.
If it weren’t for these two won leading the way, Duan Yun wouldn’t have even known about the existence of this cave.
The interior of the cave was not damp, with rugged stones, and occasional daylight sprinkling down, so it wasn’t completely dark.
The ponytail and bun-haired girls walked at the forefront, their figures like ghosts and spirits in the cavern.
But their occasional outburst, "I want to be a hero!" sowhat diminished the ominous atmosphere.
It seems a person filled with a heroic spirit is like the sun and moon, where even dark evil can be dispelled.
...
Deeper inside the cave, the Five Immortals of the Thousand Faces Immortal Sect sat there like sculptures, blending into the surrounding stone walls.
However, it was evident that the mood of these four "statues" wasn’t too good, with at least three frowning.
Laosi and Laoqi went out to scrape their faces and hadn’t returned all night, and with the impending ergence of the Azure Dragon, it was inevitable to suspect that sothing had happened.
Thousand Faces Goddess Lu Qingqing sat in the center, appearing the most composed.
In reality, under many of her masks, she harbored a slightly irritable mood.
"Those two little bitches, thinking about picking up fishern all day long, and now they’ve been picked up themselves!"
"Useless trash!"
"They can’t even scrape their faces properly, it’s a disgrace to your mother!"
"By rights, those bloody fishern should show so respect to . If they don’t, I, Lu Qingqing, the Thousand Faces Goddess, will definitely kill you dead fishers, scrape off your faces, wear your skin, then put on a tool, sleep with all your won and then kill them!"
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