This more or less made the Jade Pearl Heroes a bit scared of the supernatural.
But in the end, these supernatural things weren't invincible.
Afterward, Duan Yun ntioned his dayti visit to the clouds in the sky to check on the Thunder God and Mother.
Feng Ling'er exclaid in shock, "You really went up there to look?"
Duan Yun nodded and said, "I went, but I couldn't find them. It was pretty cold up there in the clouds, I need to prepare well before going again."
At that mont, Feng Ling'er and the others thought this was even more absurd than hearing about the Thunder God and Mother descending to earth.
After all, who in their right mind would think of actually going to heaven to settle accounts with the Immortals!
Even a lunatic wouldn't dream of such a thing.
But when they thought about how it was Duan Yun who did it, it wasn't that surprising.
This very much suited Old Demon Duan's proactive style.
After all, many tis when enemies were still planning on dealing with and retaliating against Duan Yun, he had already gone to their hos and killed their entire family, saving them from the headache of making plans.
But as for going to find the Immortals, that was still sowhat absurd...
Old Demon Duan, does your courage have no limits?
In any case, Duan Yun's story alerted the Murong brothers a bit.
Things had been too peaceful lately, which made them too relaxed.
This reminded them that the dangerous enemies still existed, and the Jade Pearl Heroes had to continue working even harder.
That night, after the group had eaten and drunk to their fill, they practiced martial arts until midnight before going to sleep.
Leaving Little Yin, who wasn't qualified to sit at the table, utterly baffled.
What exactly happened to this group that made them suddenly so diligent?
...
The next day, Duan Yun didn't rush to explore the clouds again because his exploration the day before encountered a lot of obstacles.
For instance, his vision range was very limited within the clouds, which entirely restricted his abilities.
He decided to enhance his eyesight a bit.
Early in the morning, Duan Yun went into the city.
He planned to search for so manuals that could train his sight.
As the most bustling city in this area, Wangchun City never lacked people and places selling manuals.
When he arrived at the "Martial Arts Friend Bookstore," there were already quite a few people inside.
The Martial World is never short of people wanting to practice martial arts, so bookstores selling manuals always have custors.
However, it was clear that those who ca at this hour were not the well-mannered guests.
At least, not in the eyes of the bookstore owner.
"Hey, these unique manuals, if you aren't buying, don't just flip through them."
"And you there, old chap, just stick to farming, your feet are all muddy, coming to see what manuals!"
"Can't a farr look at manuals? Even a farr like now has food and Silver, and Duan Juxia was a gynecologist before practicing martial arts."
"So you want to stand shoulder to shoulder with Duan Juxia? Your stubborn mouth, if this were before, I would have spanked you by now."
"Go ahead, spank . It's my first ti, as long as you give this manual."
"Dream on! This manual is a Kongtong Sect rarity, not even ten spankings would exchange for it."
...
Listening to their conversation, Duan Yun started selecting from the shelf.
"Yin i Bottle, Lord Xin's Romancing Adventures, Maiden Sword Immortal Qianqian's Misfortune, Princess's Cellar Battle with Blood Moon Demon... what kind of bullshit is this."
Duan Yun muttered to himself, looking at the titles on the bookshelf.
At this ti, the bookstore owner, unable to focus on arguing with the farr, quickly poked his head out and said, "Brother, silent reading is the way of a true gentleman, keep it down."
Duan Yun looked at the entire shelf, and it was all similar books, so he just picked up "Princess's Cellar Battle with Blood Moon Demon" and "Feifei Sword Rain," held them in his hand, and looked elsewhere.
The bookstore owner, seeing that he seed to genuinely intend to buy, softened his expression imdiately.
Duan Yun asked, "Owner, do you sell martial arts manuals? I want the real ones."
The bookstore owner quickly patted his chest, "My manuals are the most comprehensive in Wangchun City, all are genuine!"
"Owner, you're really speaking! My Martial Arts Friend is an old brand with a gold signboard, endorsed by nurous martial arts masters. Ever heard of 'Heavenly Cold Pond Leg and Four'? That was practiced from a manual bought here."
The bookstore owner couldn't help but puff up his chest with pride as he spoke of these.
Duan Yun couldn't help but ask, "Do you have anything to train eyesight?"
This ti, it really stumped the bookstore owner.
He had all sorts, real, incomplete, copied, pawned manuals of knives, guns, sticks, punches, and kicks, even sold so room technique books, but specifically for training eyesight, he couldn't recall much.
"Of course I do!"
"I'll find it for you!"
With that, his figure leaped like a monkey upwards.
It turned out there was an upper loft in the bookstore, which seed to store miscellaneous items.
As the bookstore owner leaned into it, dust kept puffing out.
At this mont, more custors gradually arrived.
These few went straight towards the bookshelf where Duan Yun was just reading.
It was apparent that all three looked sowhat haggard, with a clear purpose, finding a book to read as soon as they arrived.
Except for one.
The man with dark circles searched the bookshelf for a long ti and said in frustration, "Where did 'Princess's Cellar Battle with Blood Moon Demon' go? I was saving it for the finale today!"
Upon hearing this, Duan Yun quickly pocketed the two books.
At this point, the man was quite anxious and asked, "Owner, where did 'Princess's Cellar Battle with Blood Moon Demon' go?"
The owner, still searching in the loft, said impatiently, "Gone ans sold, told you to buy it if you like it, it's worth savoring even if paid for, now you missed it."
The man with dark circles looked mournful and lanted, "Damn it! Princess, how will I live without you."
Duan Yun was speechless for a mont, clutching the two books tighter.
Seeing how haggard these books made them, he pondered whether he should buy them all, acting as a good deed and helping them quit.
At this ti, the bookstore owner excitedly declared, "Found it! Found it!"
He climbed down from the loft, covered in dust, and handed Duan Yun a book titled "Bedroom Eye Technique."
"Bedroom Eye Technique?" Duan Yun asked with confusion.
"A masterpiece of the Master of Flying Eagle Hand. It's said the Master of Flying Eagle Hand, supposedly like an eagle himself, not only had extraordinary Finger Strength that left people ecstatic, but also had extraordinary eyesight. It's said that after learning this manual, he saw everything in slow motion, thus able to perform better in bed, leaving won unwilling to leave." The bookstore owner spoke fluently.
Duan Yun asked, "What did this Master of Flying Eagle Hand do?"
"Of course, a martial arts expert! His Flying Eagle Finger was a supre skill fifty years ago, winning the hearts of many female experts, thereby becoming a fad finger in Yun State. You're quite young, never hearing of him is normal."
Duan Yun looked at the manual and said, "But this training eyesight..."
"This is the Master of Flying Eagle Hand's rarity. Everything looked thrilling to him after practicing, and it's said he practiced this technique through peeping countless tis. Do you want it?" the bookstore owner asked.
Duan Yun hesitated for a mont and said, "Might as well."
Judging by the description, it's not entirely unreliable.
Besides, he could always improve it with Extraordinary Wisdom.
"The Master of Flying Eagle Hand's rarity 'Bedroom Eye Technique,' one hundred taels of silver, new custor discount of twenty percent off, a total of eighty taels of silver." the bookstore owner said.
Duan Yun said, "So expensive? Forget it."
The bookstore owner said, "Co on, buddy, we're in business, haggle a bit."
Duan Yun thought and said, "Eight taels of silver."
The bookstore owner almost jumped up, "Why don't you go rob soone."
Duan Yun nodded, "Then I don't want it."
The next mont, the bookstore owner's voice rose like a wailing pig—"Alright, sold to you!"
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