This secret chamber is very large, yet also quite empty.
Aside from the mysterious wall mural, there were only a few silver lons left.
The silver-cast waterlons were also made to resemble human figures and placed in the corners of the room.
Visibly, these four humanoid silver lons had so water stains at the top, making them appear sowhat dirty.
Duan Yun didn’t want to touch the dirty things; he waved his hand, signaling Little Yin to collect them all.
Little Yin picked up each silver waterlon, broke them apart, and put them into a cloth bag from sowhere.
At this mont, she suddenly said to one of the walls, "There are words on this wall."
Duan Yun leaned over and saw that they were phrases like "Love you!", "Love fiercely!", "Why can’t I sleep with the Shuang Ling as she did?" and such.
The writing was hurried and frenzied, as if a crazy woman was flirting with a man.
Duan Yun read word by word and found that although the writing was hurried and short, it was logical.
This should have been written by the current Pavilion Master of the Frost Blood Pavilion.
The object of her affection seed to be the handso-faced waterlon man in the mural.
At the sa ti, she harbored great jealousy towards the second-generation Pavilion Master Shuang Ling, her ancestor.
Because ever since the establishnt of the Frost Blood Pavilion, only Shuang Ling had slept with this Waterlon God in her dreams.
In these writings, she did not ntion the Waterlon God’s na, only referring to him as "Ling lon Venerable".
"Every ti I think of being with you, I just want to cling to your head, overwheld with emotion."
Seeing this line, Duan Yun realized why the top of the silver lons had water stains.
This was indeed dirty, and they planned to sell it off later to realize the money.
The Pavilion Master was currently not here because she intended to emulate Shuang Ling and go to the Spirit God Acupoint to sleep with the Ling lon Venerable.
Back then, Shuang Ling entangled herself with the Ling lon Venerable in that acupoint.
Where exactly the Spirit God Acupoint is, the writings on the wall do not ntion, only saying it is a rare intertwining of reality and illusion.
Only there can one truly rge with the Immortal Ling lon Venerable.
Having realized this secret, the crazy Pavilion Master set off on her journey.
"Damn it, that crazy woman dreaming, managed to escape calamity."
After that, Duan Yun and Little Yin searched around but didn’t make any other good discoveries, so they began to set the fire!
The Frost Blood Pavilion was once renowned in the Martial World but gradually faded compared to the Red House, yet it was an established sect with generations of heritage, including the ancestral industry of the Frost Blood Waterlon.
The Frost Blood Pavilion was extensive both inside and outside.
Thus, this fire burned very large, very vigorously.
The main hall, in particular, was burning the fiercest.
Duan Yun stood amid the burning main hall, moved his fingers, carving a large line of words on the wall with Sword Qi—"The Exterminator! Duan Yun, Young Hero Duan is here!".
Even though the flas were burning intensely, turning the sky red.
So cowards were still unwilling to flee.
So were holding the broken bodies on the ground, like the Fairy’s arm or a lon, either despairing in their gaze, crying loudly, or looking at Duan Yun with resentnt and malice.
Duan Yun ignored them.
Ultimately, these people were also sick; it’s just as well they want to die.
In the future Land of Young Heroes, everyone must be responsible for preventing contagious diseases.
At this mont, so cowards were caught on fire, crying out in pain, imdiately regretting it.
It hurts so much!
So they struggled, shouting to Duan Yun and Little Yin, "Help, save us! Ah!"
Duan Yun paid them no mind, allowing them to perish in the sea of flas.
When cowards were too afraid of pain to die with a woman, they were despised among cowards, deserved to die.
"You, you let us die, you’ll die badly!"
A coward, rolling on the ground in flas, shouted resentfully.
Look, he’s even cursing you!
Duan Yun and Little Yin left this "Immortal Realm", and in this out-in-and-out, a generation-old established sect was extinguished.
Yes, he left words on the wall.
If that crazy Pavilion Master wants revenge, he’ll wait.
At the mont, he has no ti to look for that woman.
After all, he knows nothing about the so-called Spirit God Acupoint.
This should be a secret of the Frost Blood Pavilion; even the Rolling Door probably doesn’t have much information.
Little Yin held those silver lons and asked, "Where are we going now?"
Truth be told, even just following to watch the show, she still found it thrilling.
This Old Demon Duan smashes people to pieces then sets fire to destroy others’ bases, terribly evil deeds, yet undeniably, it’s thrilling.
She faintly worried, worrying if after leaving Old Demon Duan, she wouldn’t often see such grand shows, what should she do?
One must know that people, like bodies, once accustod to certain intensity stimuli, if the intensity drops suddenly, there wouldn’t be much satisfaction, instead quite a bit of emptiness.
Duan Yun said, "Let’s eat first."
"Huh, eat? And after eating?"
"After eating, go to the Dusk Temple to find the Evil Monk." Duan Yun replied.
"No way, it’s just been two days." Little Yin said, perplexed.
"What do you an by two days?"
"You brought down two sects in two days, are you planning to bring down three sects in three days?" Little Yin said.
Even though she was accustod to watching high-intensity shows, isn’t this intensity too high?
This is equivalent to being in the climax all the ti, never coming down.
If they stay a few more days, would the forces of the Martial World around here be wiped out?
Duan Yun looked at her and said, "If things can be settled in three days, why not?"
To be honest, he kind of missed Brother Murong and Shen Ying, which is why he slightly accelerated the progress.
According to his usual efficiency, he should have rested one night before heading to the Dusk Temple.
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