"Haven’t searched the bodies yet," Duan Yun stated earnestly.
"Ah?"
"Ah?"
"Hmm?"
Shen Ying and the others were all sowhat baffled.
Duan Yun continued, "The first ti I killed soone, I didn’t search the body and regretted it for a long ti. Take all the spoils of war, otherwise this trip is in vain."
So, Shen Ying and Feng Ling’er picked up various items like the Huangshan Golden Sword, Sect Leader’s Jade Pendant around them, and only then did they help Duan Yun onto the carriage.
Yes, the carriage and horses Duan Yun had carried in earlier were still there.
Because it was known to be Old Demon Duan’s carriage, even amidst the earlier chaos, no one dared to touch it.
Who would want the risk of accidentally hurting Old Demon Duan’s horse and being killed, family and all?
Looking at Duan Yun being helped onto the carriage, the Murong brothers also looked like they were about to collapse, when a Bloodthirsty Storyteller quietly stirred them up, "Old Demon is down now, if we attack at this mont, we have a good chance to win."
A middle-aged woman nearby couldn’t help but retort, "Are you an idiot? With the six sects wiped out, we, the likes like us, go against Duan, to beco enemies with the Naless Young Hero?"
"That’s right, I’m just here to watch the show. The show’s over, and now you want to fight to the death? You’re either a fool or a bad seed!"
"You guys have no sense of the righteous path at all," the Bloodthirsty Storyteller countered.
"Talking like that, I say you’re the bad seed!"
"Beat him up!"
"Heh, pretty white butt there, brothers, don’t hold back, let this guy taste the hospitality of the Big Dog Gang!"
...
At this ti, Duan Yun and the Murong brothers were already lying inside the carriage, with Feng Ling’er driving and Shen Ying sitting on the roof, surveying the surroundings.
In fact, the four of them could feel it too. So people saw that they were injured, those not injured had huge True Qi depletion, so they were getting ideas.
Ahead, the crowd was still there, just as crowded, just as jamd.
Last ti, it was Duan Yun carrying the horse and cart in, so what about this ti?
Shen Ying was already planning to carry the cart herself when at that mont, Duan Yun lifted the carriage curtain, revealing his handso visage.
"Make way for the Naless Giant Hero!"
Almost at the sa ti, soone in the front suddenly shouted out loud.
There were many bloodthirsty spectators here who were fearless, but even more were Martial World folks who ca for the excitent.
They feared death.
After all, the excitent was over, and the thrill-seeking crowd naturally wasn’t so bloodthirsty anymore, naturally wanting to live.
The crowd involuntarily parted to make way for them.
"Naless Giant Hero, have a safe journey!"
"The Giant Earth Gang bows in unison to send off the four heroes of Yuzhu!"
Along the way, the local Giant Earth Gang stood on both sides, bowing and greeting.
"Naless Giant Hero, my na is Ye Xiaochai, I, too, want to be a Hero like you in the future!" shouted a kid with a scar on his face, chasing after the carriage.
...
Clouds parted and the sun ca out, casting its light on the road. Under such a send-off, Duan Yun and company’s carriage moved forward.
Murong brothers lying in the carriage, murmured, "You see, it’s good to be a Hero, no traffic jams for Heroes."
Hearing this, all four of them laughed.
They laughed heartily.
Indeed, it’s good to be a Hero!
At that mont, the Bloodthirsty Storyteller, who was now covered in burly n, watched with eyes filled with blood and tears as Duan Yun and the others left amidst the cheers, lanting, "The heavens are blind, calamities remain for a thousand years!"
"What, your eyes still haven’t opened? Brothers, this restless one wants his eyes opened! So let’s open them wide for him!"
"Ah! No, don’t!"
"Ah!"
Screams echoed alongside tearing sounds, and the nearby area suddenly had its own show to watch, filling with a rry atmosphere...
In the swaying carriage, Duan Yun felt especially drowsy, falling asleep the mont he closed his eyes.
He didn’t know how long he slept for, only that it was a very deep, very sweet sleep.
Never had he experienced sleep so profound, so delightful.
During his slumber, new True Qi slowly began to form in his Dantian, flowing through his body’s ridians completing the Cycle, nourishing his body.
The depletion from this battle was undoubtedly imnse, his ridians like a dry riverbed.
When Duan Yun woke up, the carriage was parked by a lakeside. The Murong brothers were still sound asleep, while Feng Ling’er and Shen Ying were fishing.
Seeing him co out, Feng Ling’er couldn’t help but say, "You’ve finally woken up."
Duan Yun looked at the sky and said, "How long have I been asleep?"
"Three days, a full three days and nights," Shen Ying replied.
Sleeping continuously for three days, Duan Yun had never experienced such a long, deep, and satisfying sleep before.
"Are you feeling better?" Feng Ling’er asked with concern.
Duan Yun nodded and said, "Much better, when did you guys get here?"
Feng Ling’er replied, "Last night. We saw there was a lake here, and since none of you were waking up any ti soon, we decided to stop."
Duan Yun glanced at the fish basket and said, "So you’re telling that you’ve been fishing for almost a whole day and night and only caught these two carp?"
Shen Ying and Feng Ling’er couldn’t help blushing upon hearing this.
Shen Ying couldn’t help but say, "It’s because this new fishing rod is awkward to use."
"That’s right, and the bait isn’t very good either. If we had another kind, we’d definitely have caught a big fish by now."
Duan Yun couldn’t muster the energy to retort and said, "Then could you switch to a smoother fishing rod, or better bait any faster?"
"Ah?" Feng Ling’er and Shen Ying responded sowhat puzzled.
"I’m really hungry," Duan Yun confessed honestly.
At that mont, Feng Ling’er looked towards Shen Ying and said, "Let’s stick to the old routine. I did it last ti, so it’s your turn now."
Shen Ying couldn’t help but look at Duan Yun and said, "Can you look away for a mont?"
"Look away? Why?" Duan Yun was puzzled.
"I just don’t want you to see, do you still want to eat fish or not?" Shen Ying said with a blushing face.
"Alright then."
Duan Yun could only crawl back into the carriage.
"Rember, no peeking!"
After that, there was the sound of splashing water going ’boom boom boom’.
Duan Yun didn’t need to see to know, Shen Ying was using Fist Power to blast the fish.
Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but laugh.
Maybe not letting him see her blasting fish was the last shred of dignity she had as an angler.
It must be said, although Shen Ying’s fishing skills weren’t much, her skill in blasting fish was unparalleled.
In less than 15 minutes, the fish basket was nearly full with the fish she had blasted.
Next, Feng Ling’er began cleaning the fish with her sword, while Shen Ying went to gather plenty of firewood, preparing to roast fish.
Carp, three fingers wide, were put in a pot to make soup, while the larger blackfish were skewered on branches and placed over the fire to roast.
Two bonfires were lit, both cooking fish, yet each emitting a completely different savory fragrance.
The carp soup had turned milky white, and Duan Yun couldn’t resist ladling so into a bowl first. With one sip, he felt the soup’s outstanding freshness and rich flavor, lingering on his tongue and leaving a lasting taste.
There’s a saying that if soone’s been starving for days and nights, even a cold stead bun would taste like a delicacy, endlessly satisfying.
And he had been hungry for days and nights, but what he got to eat was not a cold stead bun, but steaming hot, delicious fish.
As soon as he had a bowl of fish soup from one bonfire, the roasted fish from the other was almost ready.
Shen Ying handed him the first roasted blackfish.
The blackfish had been roasted to a golden yellow, with oil bubbling on the surface, mixed with seasonings like salt and chili powder.
Duan Yun didn’t care if it was hot or not, he bit down and felt as if he had ascended to heaven.
What is a divine life?
This is the divine life!
Beside him were two beautiful female heroes, and in front of him, two bonfires, one boiling fish soup and the other roasting fish.
It would be perfect if there was so wine at this mont.
As if Shen Ying had already read his mind, she rummaged through the carriage and took out a jar of wine.
Afterward, the two won and one man began to drink and eat at by the lakeside.
Duan Yun ate a lot and drank his fair share; soon, the ground was littered with fish bones, and the jar of wine was more than half empty.
The three chatted happily, recalling amusing events from the past and present as they wined and dined.
The bright moon hung in the sky, reflecting off the rosy cheeks of the three.
For a mont, Duan Yun thought the moonlight was beautiful.
Under the moonlight, with their cheeks flushed and chatting and laughing, Shen Ying and Feng Ling’er were also beautiful.
It was as if he had realized the long-fantasized scenes from martial arts novels, wandering the Martial World with a sword, accompanied by beautiful ladies.
This world is crazy and abnormal, but he possessed beauty.
In any case, the luck of a Young Hero can’t be too bad!
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