Wrongly practicing evil skills, imitating the laws of nature

Senior Brother Zhu was the most loyal disciple, practically a bootlicker, of Second Gate Master Li Chun.

Upon obtaining the cultivation method of the Murong brothers, Zhu Xiaoming quickly went to inform Li Chun of this astonishing news.

There had always been methods in the martial world for testing techniques on others, but he never expected to actually find a treasure like this. Not only did they get a natural-born beast of burden who was addicted to being enslaved and voluntarily washed toilets and underwear, but he also gleaned something good from it.

"You really smelled the medicinal fragrance on him?"

Li Chun hadn't paid much attention at first, but upon hearing this, he perked up immediately.

"Gate Master, it's absolutely real! This beast of burden, Dehua, is truly different. You don't know, he used to be bald, with a pointed head like us. But as he practiced, he even grew a head full of beautiful hair," Zhu Xiaoming explained.

At this moment, the expression on Iron Blood Gate's Second Gate Master Li Chun's face changed.

"You practice it first, practice it well for me! If this guy really stumbles upon something by sheer luck, it'll be your good fortune!" Li Chun said with a serious expression.

Saying that, he had Zhu Xiaoming write down the complete cultivation method as described by the Murong brothers.

He certainly wouldn't practice it right away. After all, as an experienced martial artist who had been around for so many years, he had to maintain some vigilance.

Letting his subordinates test cultivation methods with unclear origins first, and having them step up when something happened, was the code of conduct for a martial arts big shot.

Zhu Xiaoming knew that the Gate Master wanted him to test the technique, but he didn't resist at all; instead, he was very excited.

It meant that the Second Gate Master thought highly of him, that's why he was letting him test the technique!

Why else wouldn't he let others test the technique? It was because he didn't trust them.

And if Li Chun really wanted someone else to test the technique, then he would have an excuse, which was that the Second Gate Master cared about him and wouldn't let him do such a thing.

In short, Zhu Xiaoming was willing.

After all, he liked the kind of person like the Second Gate Master, who had a gentle face but a body full of muscles.

This contrast was simply irresistible to him.

Yes, from the first moment he saw Li Chun, he, who originally wanted to defile an entire street of women, fell in love with this special man.

To repay the Second Gate Master's trust, Zhu Xiaoming acted with extreme efficiency, practicing as soon as he was told.

In these few days, the Murong brothers had also been trying to practice blood refinement in the manner of Duan Yun, but there was a slight difference between their method and Duan Yun's.

He hadn't complained about working non-stop these days, not only because the thought of tricking someone was encouraging him, but also because he had drunk the blood refined by Duan Yun again.

It had to be said that Old Demon Duan's blood was truly magical, not only providing him with plenty of energy but also making him feel more and more refreshed the more he worked.

In other words, since drinking this blood, he had become addicted to being bossed around, to scrubbing toilets and washing underwear.

Simply put, he was addicted to being a beast of burden. If someone could give him a few lashes and insult him along the way, he would feel even better.

The Murong brothers had a feeling that if this continued, he would become a saint of beasts of burden.

So, when visualizing men, he gradually merged himself with the image of beasts of burden.

In other words, sometimes the man he visualized had a bull's head, and sometimes a horse's head.

Because of this, he had a burst of inspiration while washing the toilet and wrote a poem.

"Looking up at the starry sky, a true hero; standing firmly on the ground, a true beast of burden! Bull, bull, bull, bull!"

He also told Zhu Xiaoming, Senior Brother Zhu, all about this realization.

So at night, the "Second Gate Master Li Chun" image that Zhu Xiaoming originally fantasized about gradually turned into a bull-headed man with the body of a bull.

Later, it became a horse-bodied man.

Later, he suddenly had an epiphany, as if a world-shaking wisdom flashed, and merged the bull-bodied man and the horse-bodied man into one.

So what appeared in his consciousness was a bull-horse man with a human head, the left half of his body being a bull's body and hooves, and the other half being a horse's body and hooves.

When he merged this image and combined it with the blood-sinking method passed down by the Murong brothers for the second time, he seemed to grasp the essence all at once.

Originally, this blood-sinking method was derived from the Iron Blood Gate's original technique, and he felt that it was still somewhat impure, but after practicing it, the image of the bull-horse in his consciousness became very clear.

It was as if a bull-horse man was standing on solid ground, diligently reclaiming wasteland, watching the land under his feet become more and more fertile and planted with grain, and he felt an unspeakable joy, wishing he could start dancing the Yangko dance of his hometown.

Just then, he suddenly twitched his nose and said in confusion, "I smell so good."

"Really, I really succeeded!"

"So I'm a genius!"

"Condense blood for me!"

Zhu Xiaoming had been an old-timer in the Iron Blood Gate for so many years, but he had always been only able to do miscellaneous tasks like arranging things for outer disciples, all because his blood wasn't pure enough.

Within the Iron Blood Gate, the greener one's blood, the purer one was, and the more worthy of respect.

This was true blood-based hierarchy.

And his level had always been "light green."

In the eyes of the medium-green Iron Blood Gate disciples, a light-green Iron Blood Gate disciple was just a symbol of "inferior to me."

Those who were inferior to me could basically not be considered human.

He looked at the outer disciples as livestock, and the medium-green disciples looked at him about the same.

Then the heavy-green disciples were the pillars of the gate, and in their eyes, only those who were greener than them and the three gate masters were human.

You had to know that some of these medium-green and heavy-green disciples were the outer disciples he had recruited before.

He didn't treat the outer disciples as human, but later the other party didn't deceive him when he was young, and instead suppressed him, that feeling was really too difficult.

But at this moment, Zhu Xiaoming only felt that life had suddenly and secretly opened a window for him.

He was finally going to be okay!

He really liked this feeling, the feeling of confidence.

So confident that he seemed to have amazing wisdom!

He just hadn't found the right path before, this path was the right one!

In this strong feeling, he accelerated the sinking of his blood.

This newly generated blood and his original light-green iron blood looked distinct, but were full of vitality.

After that, Zhu Xiaoming practiced day and night.

The Iron Blood Gate's blood-sinking method like iron wasn't so easy to practice. First of all, the conversion between men and women in the consciousness was particularly draining on one's spirit. Many disciples went crazy in this step.

Yes, the aroused bloodlust filled them with thoughts of defilement, but for a time they didn't know whether to defile men or women.

Really, they couldn't tell!

They really couldn't tell whether they liked men or women, or hermaphrodites.

Some even felt that there shouldn't only be these two or three genders in the world. What they liked and wanted to defile might be another gender besides men, women, and hermaphrodites.

But they couldn't find it. Their bloodlust had nowhere to defile, and defiling also felt like eating shit, so they went crazy.

The conversion between men and women in the consciousness that stimulated bloodlust consumed one's spirit, and the method of transporting qi and blood was very exhausting.

After all, when qi and blood were transported, every muscle in the body had to move with the rhythm.

After practicing this, at most one hour, the whole body would be sore.

So within the Iron Blood Gate, it was common for strong men to step on each other and make humming sounds to relax their muscles.

But Zhu Xiaoming practiced day and night.

You had to know that even deep-green disciples only practiced for three hours a day, and then they had to rest, and they had to let medium-green and light-green fellow disciples, these beasts of burden, relax him, but Zhu Xiaoming practiced for only two hours of sleep.

Many people felt that this guy was going crazy, and if he practiced like this, he would definitely die violently.

But no.

The more he practiced, the more energetic he became, and even his whole body exuded the light of hard work.

Suffering had become a pleasure!

"It's so good to be a beast of burden!"

This was the most real thought in Zhu Xiaoming's mind.

Li Chun saw it in his eyes and only felt magical.

And an even more surprising situation appeared.

This day, Zhu Xiaoming, who didn't have much hair, appeared in everyone's sight with a head of dark green curly hair and exuded a medicinal fragrance.

The medium-green and heavy-green disciples who didn't treat him as human couldn't help but secretly approach him and said, "Senior Brother Light Green, you smell so good."

"By the way, what's your name again?"

"Zhu Xiaoming!" Zhu Xiaoming said with a serious face.

Seeing that a group of medium-green and heavy-green disciples were so interested in him and valued him, Zhu Xiaoming felt for a moment that everything he had lost was about to be taken back!

Backyard, martial arts field.

Duan Yun and the Murong brothers, like other disciples, stretched their necks to look inside at the excitement.

Because under the request of Second Gate Master Li Chun, the inner disciples were having a sparring match.

Logically speaking, a guy like Zhu Xiaoming, who was light green, could only be a sandbag in the Iron Blood Gate's inner gate.

But today, Zhu Xiaoming was using the medium-green disciples as sandbags to beat.

He had already won five matches in a row!

Facing Second Gate Master Li Chun, Zhu Xiaoming was unprecedentedly high-spirited and said, "Gate Master, like this, I feel like I can fight ten of them!"

Li Chun said with emotion, "Xiaoming, you are too proud."

Zhu Xiaoming shook his head and said, "No, Gate Master, I have only now realized that I probably have amazing wisdom and am a one-in-a-million blood-refining genius!"

After hearing him say such things with a confident face, a bunch of fellow disciples were dissatisfied.

You had to know that light green was the bottom of the inner gate. In the past, they would have disliked Zhu Xiaoming even if he licked their butts, but now he was so arrogant, it was really unbearable.

And the Murong brothers couldn't help but look at Duan Yun and questioned, "If I didn't know better, I would have thought you possessed him."

Yes, the current Zhu Xiaoming was simply like a different person.

Obviously so ordinary, no, he was not so ordinary anymore, and he also possessed unprecedented confidence.

This confidence was somewhat similar to the rumored Old Demon Duan.

Seeing this, Li Chun said with a furious face, "All of you shut up! So noisy, is there any rules? Do you think I'm dead? All of you step back!"

At this moment, the muscles under his clothes seemed to be about to burst out, giving people a huge sense of oppression.

"Zhu Xiaoming, come to my room later!"

Once Li Chun got angry, everyone immediately didn't dare to chatter, and the scene dispersed.

In fact, they didn't know that Li Chun was outwardly angry, but inwardly ecstatic.

In less than ten days, a waste like Zhu Xiaoming could practice like this, then how amazing would it be for me, a truly one-in-a-million blood-refining genius, to practice that method?

He called Zhu Xiaoming over, praised him fiercely, and asked about some of his cultivation experiences.

Facing Second Gate Master Li Chun, Zhu Xiaoming was truly a long-awaited and unattainable infatuated lover, so naturally he imparted everything he knew.

The more Li Chun listened, the more energetic he became, and even smelling the medicinal fragrance on Zhu Xiaoming, he couldn't help but rub his shoulders.

"Good, good, good! Xiaoming, I said this is your good fortune!"

Since Zhu Xiaoming had already received his good fortune from testing the technique, then now was the time for him to reap his good fortune.

Li Chun quickly closed the door and began to cultivate.

Cultivate hard!

For so many years, he had always been unhappy that he could only live under the gate master.

But no matter how he refined his blood, making it green and bright, as thick as mercury, it was still not as good as the gate master's.

But this time, he had a chance!

He had a chance to kill the gate master!

Yes, he wanted to kill the gate master, not because he wanted to be the boss, but because of love.

When Iron Blood Gate Master Xue San accepted people as disciples, he didn't like his disciples to have attachments, so he would help his disciples sell their lovers to brothels, so that his disciples could practice with peace of mind.

And Li Chun was one of them.

His newlywed wife was sold to a brothel by Xue San, and he was only allowed to watch, otherwise he wouldn't teach him martial arts.

And in order to learn martial arts, he could only endure his newlywed wife's sinking in the brothel.

All along, Xue San had said that this was his good intention for his disciples, and no one dared to refute it.

When Li Chun really achieved success in Iron Blood Gate and became the Second Gate Master, and there was no problem in finding dozens of women more beautiful than his newlywed wife to play with, he still dreamed of his initial wife's appearance in the middle of the night.

He felt that this was all Xue San's fault.

He wanted to kill Xue San, but he couldn't.

But now, the opportunity had come!

Li Chun closed the door and cultivated, and Zhu Xiaoming's previous performance had already caused dissatisfaction among others.

Secretly, some fellow disciples were looking for trouble with him.

But the fellow disciples were surprised to find that this guy really beat ten of them at once, including a deep-green disciple.

Only then did everyone realize that Zhu Xiaoming had practiced a new technique.

This dog was licking Second Gate Master every day, did Second Gate Master give him a small stove?

Within the Iron Blood Gate, everyone either had muscles or practiced, it could be said that everyone advocated martial arts.

Everyone immediately wanted to know what this technique was.

And someone quickly found out that this matter was related to the newly entered outer disciple Murong Dehua.

Because his hair was also like that, similar to Zhu Xiaoming's.

So the Murong brothers were forced to ask, and as "weak" outer disciples, Murong Dehua naturally imparted everything he knew.

As a result, before Zhu Xiaoming could stop it, this modified technique spread within the Iron Blood Gate.

This time, everyone really started practicing it.

Duan Yun and the Murong brothers couldn't help but rub their fists in excitement when they saw this scene.

Finally, finally everyone started practicing!

This was like planting all the crops, just waiting to see the harvest.

Obviously, Zhu Xiaoming was leading in the progress of cultivating this technique.

Because he had already realized the true meaning of this technique.

That was, it was so good to be a beast of burden!

Yes, unknowingly, those dirty and tiring jobs that he used to despise and wished he could make the outer disciples do to death had become particularly beautiful in his eyes.

In the early morning, just as the sky was dawning, the Murong brothers had habitually gotten up to sweep the latrine.

As a result, the latrine was clean, and the inner walls of the cesspool were washed to a shining glow.

He wanted to wash the toilet, but a row of toilets was placed there, spotless.

Only to see Zhu Xiaoming, who used to like to enslave the outer disciples to do these jobs, was actually there抢马桶来洗(qiang ma tong lai xi) -抢 (qiang) means to snatch/grab; 马桶 (ma tong) means toilet; 来 (lai) means to come; 洗 (xi) means to wash. So, the entire phrase means抢着过来洗马桶, meaning 'competing to come and wash the toilet' or 'scrambling to wash the toilet'.

There was an inner sect disciple who didn't want to wash it, so he went to bite it, sinking his teeth into the toilet seat and refusing to let go.

Seeing this, the Murong brothers were stunned.

Son of a bitch, that toilet is mine!

Making me wash it!

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