Wrongly practicing evil skills, imitating the laws of nature

The Iron Blood Sect's residence was at the end of this street, a sizable mansion.

A sign was erected on the mansion, reading: "Iron-Blooded True Men, Green-Blooded True Heroes!"

Two burly disciples with pointy heads stood at the entrance, bare-chested, constantly showing off their well-defined muscles to outsiders.

This tactic was quite effective, attracting many martial artists to inquire about apprenticeship.

Currently, various forces were vying for control here, needing people to make money, seize territory, or explore the Golden Mountain.

In other words, they needed cannon fodder and laborers.

Thus, it was evident that some previously arrogant sects, particular about accepting disciples, were now taking in anyone they could get.

As long as they looked decent, didn't have infectious diseases, and didn't seem like they would betray their masters or harm fellow disciples, they were accepted.

Various forces were even vigorously promoting recruitment.

Previously, the Joy Sect's brothel was actively recruiting, claiming that after learning and practicing for a few days, one could start running the business and making money.

After all, the Golden Mountain was quite dangerous, and many couples who came to seek divine skills and opportunities often saw one of them die, resulting in many widows here.

Duan Yun had already figured out that because there were many people but little food, prices here were quite high, with grain and medicine prices even far exceeding those of the notoriously expensive Wangchun City.

Widows who wanted to continue living here and seek opportunities often had no choice but to sell themselves to earn silver.

The Iron Blood Sect also seemed to be accepting anyone they could find.

It was clear that the Iron Blood Sect was determined to develop here; the base had already been established, and those on the road yesterday were just part of the group.

Duan Yun decided to return, disguise himself, and then thoroughly reform this improper sect, giving it a new look.

Yes, meeting an old acquaintance in a foreign land, who else would he reform if not them?

Duan Yun was a man of action; he immediately turned around and headed back to have Feng Ling'er disguise him.

He was too handsome in his original appearance, which might attract attention and hinder his ability to impart skills.

Yes, the martial world had too much prejudice against him.

Duan Yun returned to the residence, feeling motivated at the thought of the Iron Blood Sect being transformed by him, and urged Feng Ling'er to hurry.

He had only taken a stroll around Qinghe City and already discovered too many sect forces in dire need of chivalrous reform.

A great hero was very busy!

Hearing that Duan Yun was going to wreak havoc on the Iron Blood Sect, the Murong brothers strongly expressed their desire to join.

They had been displeased with those pointy-headed fellows since yesterday, and now hearing that Old Devil Duan was going to reform them, how could they not be interested?

The key was, they couldn't imagine what Old Devil Duan would transform them into.

Just like they couldn't imagine that Old Devil Duan could turn many people in the Bright Jade Palace into baldies and white tigers while comprehending cultivation techniques there.

Shen Ying and the others also couldn't imagine it and wanted to join in the fun, but they were rejected.

The Iron Blood Sect was full of true men with pointy heads, with no women in sight, making it inappropriate for them to go.

"We have to stay there until we've wreaked havoc on the Iron Blood Sect, bah! Until we've reformed the Iron Blood Sect," Duan Yun said.

"What if the reform is unsuccessful?" the Murong brothers asked.

Duan Yun's expression darkened, and he said, "This young hero is reforming them with a chivalrous heart. If they dare to fail, wouldn't that make them inherently evil and opposed to this young hero! I'll kill their entire families directly."

The Murong brothers and others were immediately in awe!

The young hero was never wrong.

With such methods, no wonder you're the leader of the heroes!

Thinking that this reform might take a while, the Murong brothers faced Ning Qing, feeling miserable and dejected.

They had been inseparable lately, and this sudden separation made the number one love seed of Jade Pearl Villa reluctant.

Ning Qing had just arrived at a new place, and a haunted house at that. Originally, she felt a little safer with the Murong brothers sleeping under the bed, but now that they were separating, she was also quite reluctant.

For a moment, the two held hands, looking like a pair of doomed lovers.

Duan Yun said angrily, "Why don't you just not go."

The Murong brothers said, "I want to go, I want to help you."

Duan Yun flared up, "Then why are you acting like it's a matter of life and death? Anyone who didn't know better would think I was a villain or a black-hearted contractor, here to tear you two apart."

Ning Qing quickly straightened the Murong brothers' collars and said gently, "Go ahead, there are so many people here, I'll be fine."

After that, Feng Ling'er made human skin masks for Duan Yun and the Murong brothers as usual.

At the Murong brothers' strong request and with Duan Yun's permission, the Murong brothers' human skin mask was made more handsome this time, while Duan Yun's was made uglier, with a scar on his face.

The Murong brothers were very satisfied with this, but gradually, he realized something was wrong.

Logically, his fake face was more handsome than Duan Yun's, but Duan Yun standing there looked more harmonious.

The scar on his face should have been very ugly, but from here, it not only seemed very masculine but also seemed to have a kind of magic, attracting the attention of both men and women.

For example, Feng Ling'er was staring in a daze.

The Murong brothers were secretly shocked, "What's going on? Could it be that Old Devil Duan secretly practiced some kind of magic that makes him still handsome even with a fake face."

The Murong brothers didn't understand that no matter how brilliant the disguise technique in the martial world was, it had to follow the bone structure, otherwise, it would be very fake.

Duan Yun's bone structure was very similar to Takeshi Kaneshiro's, which was as rare as his one-in-a-million cultivation talent. Such a person wouldn't be too ugly unless they deliberately played an ugly role, like putting a bunch of pustules on their face.

To make himself look more like a genius of the Iron Blood Sect, Duan Yun even circulated his internal energy to make his flesh swell a lot.

He looked at his appearance by the water and found that the way his muscles bulged was a bit like a muscular Nezha.

Well, this looked like a pointy-headed posture. When he showed his talent in the Iron Blood Sect, it wouldn't be abrupt.

"Let's go!"

Seeing that the Murong brothers were also ready, he urged.

It was noon, and Qinghe City was bustling with people of all kinds.

Meat sellers, those kinds of meat sellers, those smoking Hongtashan cigarettes, those losing their wives gambling, it was a melting pot of gambling addicts, prostitute addicts, and drug addicts.

In Fan Gao's words, the pressure here was very high, so people inevitably relaxed in various ways to avoid going crazy.

The Golden Mountain also had other nicknames, such as "Mad Mountain" and "Dead Man's Mountain," which meant that the mountain was very dangerous, either killing people or driving them crazy.

At noon, the Iron Blood Sect's people were eating.

Duan Yun and the Murong brothers took a look inside and couldn't help but frown.

A group of pointy-headed men were squatting there, eating boiled chicken and vegetables, even though there was meat.

For the Shuangxia, who always liked hot pot and barbecue, this was simply a waste of ingredients!

Duan Yun and the Murong brothers quickly stated their intentions.

It had to be said that their muscles made this Senior Brother Zhu very satisfied.

In less than half an incense stick of time, he had pinched Duan Yun and the Murong brothers several times.

Especially the Murong brothers, who always felt that the other party was intentionally or unintentionally touching their butts.

"Not bad! Not bad! You can first become outer disciples. Within a month, as long as you show talent, you will become inner disciples, and the elders or even the sect leader will personally impart skills."

The Murong brothers were happy to hear this and said, "Then please take care of us in the future, Senior Brother."

"That's for sure! One hundred taels of silver per person, watch your performance for a month, including room and board," Senior Brother Zhu replied.

Duan Yun and the Murong brothers paid the silver, feeling a little pain.

After receiving the silver, Senior Brother Zhu had already said, "Very good, you two are now outer disciples. One of you go to the kitchen to wash dishes, and the other go wash that pile of clothes."

Duan Yun: "???"

The Murong brothers: "???"

"Hurry up, our Iron Blood Sect's cultivation techniques don't require much talent and can still produce results. Once you reach a certain level, you can walk sideways in the martial world. You two look like you have a promising future, so work hard," Senior Brother Zhu explained, seeing the confusion on their faces.

In the afternoon, the two great heroes were one washing dishes and one washing smelly clothes and socks.

Duan Yun, who was washing dishes, couldn't help but complain, "I've heard of paying to go to work before, but this is simply paying to do hard labor."

He paid one hundred taels of silver each and was washing dishes here, while the Murong brothers were still washing smelly clothes and socks.

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"Who the hell made these rules? I really want to kill their entire family," Duan Yun said angrily while washing.

The Murong brothers didn't answer him at all.

Because he was holding his breath.

The smell of the Iron Blood Sect's people was too strong; the clothes and socks in the water were pungent and stinging to the eyes.

From here, you could see the disciples in the inner courtyard of the Iron Blood Sect practicing.

Some disciples had runes written on their bodies in green blood, with fierce expressions, while others were drawing cuts on their bodies with knives and practicing blood splattering.

The most practiced was blood splattering into the eyes, with various techniques. The most direct was to fling blood out like a dart, while the more agile could even fling out strange rings, making it look like strange weapons.

This sect was a bit interesting when fighting; they weren't afraid of bleeding, and bleeding was even considered taking out a weapon.

"Envious? You can do this after you become inner disciples. You'll have so much blood that you can splash it around," Senior Brother Zhu said, coming to the two of them.

"You can go clean the front yard later, and then you can rest. Tomorrow, I'll teach you the Qi and Blood Circulation Method."

At night, Duan Yun and the Murong brothers were finally able to eat.

A group of outer disciples took their bowls to get food, but as usual, it was boiled vegetables and chicken.

Seeing this bland food, the two were already full of fire.

But what was even more infuriating was that the person serving the food was a pockmarked face. There were already not many pieces of meat in the spoon, and he shook it a few times.

In the end, the Murong brothers only got a chicken butt in their bowl besides vegetables.

The Murong brothers had a good temper, but they couldn't hold back at this time. They bit into the chicken butt and said fiercely, "Is that pockmarked face sick?"

Duan Yun saw this clear soup and water and said, "This pockmarked face is in charge of the food. He has a pair of hands but doesn't know how to cook or serve food. I'm still in the development stage. Eating like this will definitely affect my physical development."

As a good partner of Young Hero Duan, the Murong brothers immediately understood, their eyes shining and said, "I'll take care of this."

That night, the third elder's brother-in-law, Pockmarked Face, fell into the latrine while going to the toilet and broke both his hands.

In his words, he suddenly fainted and fell headfirst into the latrine. When he woke up, not only was his head injured, but even his hands were broken.

Now, Pockmarked Face couldn't serve food for a while.

Although the food was still boiled vegetables, at least the person serving the food wouldn't shake it so heartlessly.

In the afternoon, Senior Brother Zhu Da-kai, who had been drawing cakes for four days, finally passed on a set of Qi and Blood Circulation Method to Duan Yun and the Murong brothers—the "Blood Rush Method."

"Those with talent will see results in ten days."

As a result, Duan Yun and the Murong brothers, two one-in-a-million cultivation geniuses, saw results after only practicing twice.

The Murong brothers said with a flushed face, "Why do I feel like I'm like that thing in my crotch? I even saw a naked beauty. I'm not right."

Yes, he felt that his entire body, every piece of flesh, was in a state of hyperemia, unable to soften.

Duan Yun practiced while sighing, "It really is an evil cultivation technique. It needs to be reformed!"

"Amazing wisdom, give me enlightenment!"