Wrongly practicing evil skills, imitating the laws of nature

In recent days, Old Devil Duan had been diligently studying his new ultimate technique, "Resonant Tide."

Within several yards of him, it was practically deserted; even Big White was unwilling to approach.

This was because his technique rippled out like sound waves, and anyone caught inside would inadvertently experience erotic dreams, moaning softly, and suffering internal injuries from the vibrations.

Sometimes, they would even moan while shouting, "I want to be a great hero!" Those who knew understood they were under attack by Old Devil Duan's demonic power, but those who didn't would think they were lunatics.

They had even learned from experience that the most effective way to avoid internal injuries was to kneel and focus their Qi.

In other words, wherever Old Devil Duan practiced, they would all be kneeling and moaning softly.

He wasn't the King of Heaven; why should they kowtow to him!

The key was the posture—Duan Yun practiced standing up, while they had to kneel.

Especially for the women, whose kneeling view was directly at Duan Yun's crotch; the feeling was utterly humiliating!

Seeing them all avoiding him, Duan Yun couldn't help but say, "Come out, everyone. I promise not to use Resonant Tide easily these next few days."

Ziyu cautiously poked her head out, asking, "You promise?"

She had long heard of Old Devil Duan's wicked demonic powers, but the reality of the old devil's technique still exceeded her expectations.

If she were to use her writing imagination, Old Devil Duan's "Resonant Tide" technique could be fully developed into a move of ultimate humiliation for female heroes.

The moaning, the erotic dreams, kneeling before the old devil, or kneeling before the old devil while having erotic dreams and moaning—each could inspire her to write tens of thousands of words.

"Promise!" Duan Yun replied.

At that, Jade Pearl Manor breathed a collective sigh of relief and returned to normal life.

For the first few days, the group was still a little uneasy.

They were afraid Duan Yun would suddenly go mad, unleashing a wave of moans and kneeling.

Especially the Murong brothers and Ning Qing—a couple suddenly kneeling before Old Devil Duan was quite unsightly.

However, after a few days, Duan Yun really didn't go mad, and everyone gradually relaxed.

From then on, life continued, and the heroes waited for their chance to shine.

As the weather gradually warmed, bringing a hint of summer, Fan Gao brought news.

The good news was that the house Duan Yun wanted had been found.

The bad news was that it was a haunted house.

"A haunted house?"

"Isn't that even better!"

Hearing the words "haunted house," Duan Yun became even more excited, praising Fan Gao's professionalism.

Young Hero Duan was looking for a house, and he liked this kind of flavor.

His house in Qingcha Village was in the suburbs, where he could watch the will-o'-the-wisps in the graveyard during the summer. Jade Pearl Manor was even better, adjacent to a cemetery—a veritable feng shui treasure.

If you found him an ordinary, cheap house, he would find it boring.

Hearing that they were going to Qingzhou, the heroes of Jade Pearl Manor were all eager.

People always like novelty, especially after Jade Pearl Manor had been too peaceful for too long; they had long wanted to find a place to display their talents.

Heroes should shine in chaotic places!

The group bustled about, finishing their packing by dusk and shouting to set off.

And so, two men, four women, a panda, and a donkey from Jade Pearl Manor set off at dusk.

They planned to travel by night.

Big White, the panda, carried a carriage, running more steadily than two horses.

Duan Yun watched, unable to help but marvel at how useful this ancient divine beast was.

Traveling at night, they made a campfire and roasted meat around midnight.

At that moment, Duan Yun couldn't help but think of his first time camping in the wilderness.

He was alone then and almost raped by the madwoman of the Red Chamber.

And that night, he also met his first pair of disappointing women, the goddess detective sisters, Leng Yimeng and Leng Yixue.

He wondered what those sisters had been up to lately.

Watching the firelight swaying in the wind, the group eating roasted meat, Duan Yun's mood was subtle.

Now he was a somewhat famous figure in the martial world, but the feeling of being in the martial world hadn't changed.

This martial world was still novel, exciting, and utterly rotten to him.

However, he had ultimately transformed from a gynecologist into a gynecologist with a little bit of power to change the martial world.

At night, Duan Yun lay in the carriage, no longer worried about being raped.

This was because not only did he have many like-minded companions around him, but even his pet panda could stand guard.

Big White had pulled the carriage for most of the night and now had to stand guard.

However, it was guarding very diligently, as could be heard from its rhythmic snores.

Along the way, Duan Yun and the others could feel that the closer they got to Qingzhou, the more chaotic the territory became.

They had originally brought a cart of luggage, but by the time they reached Qingzhou, it had become two carts.

This was because they had encountered four robberies along the way.

It could only be said that all the ill-gotten wealth had been turned over, and Shen Ying and the others were overjoyed by a dressing table among the loot, feeling that being a hero was truly good.

Shen Ying couldn't help but exclaim, "How did they know I needed a dressing table?"

This time, because it was a long journey, they naturally couldn't bring too many things, but unexpectedly, the luggage kept increasing and becoming more abundant.

On the way, through Fan Gao's descriptions, Duan Yun gained a general understanding of Qinghe City.

Qinghe City had always been an important city in the martial world, with an extremely large number of martial artists. At its most extreme, there were almost no civilians, only people from various sects and gangs.

This was all because it was located at the foot of a large mountain.

That mountain was called "Golden Mountain."

Golden Mountain didn't have gold, but it contained things even more precious than gold.

It was said that there was a Golden Palace inside, containing the divine skill manuals that everyone in the world yearned for.

If the twelve Divine Valleys were relatively mysterious stories, even now, no one had figured out how to enter them.

Yes, even characters like Murong's ancestor, who had truly comprehended divine skills in the Divine Valley, couldn't remember how to enter the valley after leaving it.

According to the Murong family records, the memory of entering the Divine Valley was as if it had been erased from thin air.

It could be said that the twelve Divine Valleys, known for the saying "Divine skills of the world come from Divine Valley," were a mirage for the people of the martial world because the method of entry was too mysterious and obscure.

But the Golden Valley was different.

The Golden Palace within the Golden Valley was real.

Over the centuries in the martial world, only a few people could be called "Martial Gods."

And two of those Martial Gods had attained their earth-shattering skills because they found the Golden Valley.

Especially the last and most famous "Female Martial God," who was tall, wore a half-gold mask, and had a disabled right arm but possessed a golden arm that was more flexible than a human hand. After coming out of Golden Mountain, she dominated the martial world for decades without a single defeat.

This Female Martial God had unparalleled grace and returned to Golden Mountain with an undefeated record after dominating the martial world for thirty years, never to be seen again.

Time passed, and the world changed. The Female Martial God had been gone for over a hundred years.

And Golden Mountain had become a treasure land in the eyes of martial artists.

Hordes of martial artists flocked to the Golden Mountain area, wanting to retrace the path of the Martial God, discover the divine skills in the Golden Palace, and dominate the martial world.

Because too many martial artists came, Qinghe Town, which was originally just a remote town, gradually developed into a city.

A large city where martial artists gathered.

Many martial artists came to seek treasure, and all the major sects wanted to get involved, which led to the place being very dangerous.

Many people were killed before they even entered the mountain to seek treasure.

This tragic and exciting situation ended when the White Socks Cult entered Qingzhou and forcibly occupied Qinghe City.

Even if other sects and gangs wanted to enter the mountain to seek treasure, they had to consider the White Socks Cult's mood.

With the White Socks Cult's strong occupation, the heat there gradually cooled down.

Because the White Socks Cult's methods were vicious, and both men and women could not escape their ambisexual desires.

Moreover, for more than a hundred years, martial artists had never stopped exploring Golden Mountain, but no one had truly succeeded.

And the most shocking thing was that someone had actually reached the Golden Palace again, but failed to bring out the divine skill manuals.

That person was called Wei Sanxun, the chief disciple of the Rat Zodiac, the leader of the Twelve Zodiacs. It was said that his skills had gained five parts of the Rat Zodiac's essence.

Wei Sanxun had reached the Golden Palace, but he went mad not long after he came out.

He described the Golden Palace as a palace made purely of gold, without a single impurity, and there was a blood-red tree inside the palace.

The divine skill manuals were on the tree.

He failed to reach it because the Female Martial God was there.

In his words, the Female Martial God, who should have been dead for so many years, was still alive and wandering in the Golden Palace.

He had escaped only by sacrificing eight of his subordinates.

But not long after escaping, he went mad and poked out his own eyes and died.

It was said that when he died, a strange flower grew out of his poked-out eye sockets.

This was truly a sensational story, even a ghost story, but it really happened.

This shrouded the mysterious Golden Palace with a mysterious and terrifying color.

But this mystery and terror did not scare away too many people, but made the martial artists even more crazy.

Because this proved that the Golden Palace existed and could be found.

However, the White Socks Cult had been suppressing the area, so greedy martial artists could only secretly enter the mountain.

Until the White Socks Cult and the Jade Maiden Sword Sect broke out into a tragic battle.

The Jade Maiden Sword Sect's foundation was originally far inferior to the White Socks Cult, which had been operating in Qingzhou for many years, but its regenerative power was too strong.

At that time, wherever the Jade Maiden Sword Sect passed, there were often situations where a city was full of daughters.

The Jade Maidens could never be killed, and the White Socks Cult's bloody rule in Qingzhou had offended many sect forces.

Therefore, the high-level members of these forces continued to secretly send male disciples to join the Jade Maiden Sword Sect to deal with the White Socks Cult and take back what they had lost.

Many disciples were unwilling to have these decent men turn into women, but the people in these forces were not simple characters either. They first castrated the male disciples and then gave orders.

So these male disciples gradually found the wonderful feeling of being women and became Jade Maidens.

This was also why the Jade Maiden Sword Sect could fight for so long in the White Socks Cult's territory.

This was all because they had both the undefeated faith of "Hero Venerable" and an endless stream of "reinforcements."

Later, the purity of the Jade Maiden Sword Sect was no longer enough, because many of the new Jade Maidens had impure thoughts, harboring selfish motives, and could not wholeheartedly believe in the Hero Venerable's chivalrous path, and the White Socks Cult also increased its efforts, which also damaged the foundation of the Jade Maiden Sword Sect.

The Jade Maiden Sword Sect gradually withdrew from Qingzhou, but the White Socks Cult also suffered heavy losses and was temporarily unable to fully control Qingzhou, including Qinghe City.

So Qinghe City suddenly became popular again!

The major sect forces not only began to re-grab territory, but also wanted to turn Golden Mountain upside down, so it was simply a mess.

Even professionals like Fan Gao felt dangerous there and finally found the house Duan Yun wanted with great difficulty.

Duan Yun hadn't expected Qinghe City to have such a Golden Mountain.

But that wasn't the key.

The key was that this place was chaotic enough, and there were enough unorthodox sects.

That way, he could cause trouble, bah, his chivalrous transformation would have more room to play.

What he feared was that the place was not chaotic and the sects were too upright.

This noon, the weather was gloomy.

Duan Yun and his party were on the road and found that there were already many people and caravans on the road.

These people were carrying weapons and wearing various robes, and it was obvious that they were martial artists.

They walked on the road, talking loudly or softly, and it was obvious that they were all heading to Qinghe City, heading to Golden Mountain.

Thinking that it was time for dinner, Duan Yun and the others planned to eat first and then continue on their way.

This was a tree-lined road, with tall trees on both sides of the road.

Even in this early summer season, it was still very cool.

In fact, they had been cool for several days.

Golden Mountain was a continuous mountain, and they were gradually entering the forest area.

Except for this avenue, the surroundings were all deep mountains and forests.

Qinghe Town was originally in the mountains, and its development from a town to a city depended on these eager martial artists.

At this time, there were many people eating, and smoke was rising from both sides of the road from time to time.

People always have to eat.

Duan Yun and his party were cooking soup.

The Murong brothers and Ning Qing had just gone to the forest to pick some mushrooms and fungus. They didn't know if they were poisonous, but they planned to try them anyway.

You have to try it even if it's poisonous, that's how bold heroes are.

Not far from them, two groups were cooking.

One group was roasting wild game, roasting wild rabbit and wild boar meat until it sizzled, and the other group was braising pork.

It could be seen that both groups were rough styles.

Half of the people roasting meat were bald and full of muscles, while the people braising pork were all holding red cherry blossom knives.

As a result, the two groups clashed because of a sentence.

Because two bald men in the upwind went down to look at other braised pork.

The swordsman raised his eyebrows when he saw it and said, "What are you looking at?"

The bald man glared and said, "What's wrong with looking at you! I'm looking at the meat, not you!"

"Damn it! Brothers! Do it!"

In an instant, the two sides fought, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

Watching this scene, Duan Yun became more and more sure that these martial artists were sick. They could kill so vigorously just because of this.

At this time, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Because he saw that the blood flying out of some bald heads was green.

Iron Blood Sect?

The Iron Blood Sect that used to fight with the Black Bear Gang in Linshui Town, indirectly leading him to start practicing martial arts?

Seeing this scene, Duan Yun secretly decided, "I'll start by reforming your sect with impure blood!"