Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!-Chapter 410 - 259: Top Ten Martial Skills, Extraordinary Wisdom, I Command You to See Through Everything! (Please Subscribe)_2

Chapter 410: Chapter 259: Top Ten Martial Skills, Extraordinary Wisdom, I Command You to See Through Everything! (Please Subscribe)_2

While she slept, her disciples were tilling the fields, test persons were testing their skills; while she was savoring grape wine and eating sweet potatoes, her disciples were likely still laboring away in the fields.

This is also why the disciples of Mingyu Palace tend to display particularly ruthless methods when they are away from home.

They would never tell outsiders that they often have to manure the fields; the long-standing resentment could only be vented on those who incited their wrath.

Of course, if no one dared to provoke them outside, they would select innocent people to strike upon.

...

In the dead of night, Duan Yun and the Murong brothers lay in bed.

Murong brothers were quite disappointed, as the scene they had imagined of living and eating with their female fellow disciples did not unfold.

Due to their longstanding perseverance along with Old Demon Duan, drowsiness engulfed them, and they had washed up and gone to bed, while the others were still engrossed in comprehension and practicing martial arts, like machines.

Among the eight people selected for this task, aside from one who seemed hypoglycemic and was resting in the next room, the rest had all been indoctrinated.

Damn, just one day.

Even though Duan Yun and the Murong brothers were lying down, they still had the uncanny feeling that if they didn’t work hard, they would be whipped or pricked with a needle.

This truly was not a life meant for humans.

"Ling’er, do you have any lead on that stele?" asked the Murong brothers.

"Duanmu Rong, do you have any leads?" Duan Yun replied.

At this point, the Murong brothers lowered their voice and said, "I think it’s a Hand Technique."

Duan Yun responded, "I think it looks more like a Finger Technique."

"How do you figure? You’re not tricking yourself, are you?" the Murong brothers challenged.

Duan Yun asserted confidently, "Are you questioning my one-in-a-million talent?"

Previously full of confidence, the Murong brothers faced Duan Yun and instantly lowered their proud heads, resembling a defeated rooster.

In terms of talent, he was still but slightly inferior to Old Demon Duan.

Duan Yun then asked, "Have you managed to gather any intelligence?"

The Murong brothers replied, "I only found out from the cook that Mingyu Palace is vast; there are supposed to be three islands. Each island is riddled with traps, and without a guide, it is easy to stumble into danger."

Duan Yun nodded and said, "If that’s the case, we can’t alert our enemies when rescuing people. We can only rely on our talent for now and blend in further. As it stands, we can hardly even count as Outer Disciples."

This manor surrounded by cornfields undoubtedly seemed to be at the fringe of Mingyu Palace.

"Yes, but we mustn’t be too hasty or we’ll draw suspicion."

At this, the Murong brothers clenched their fists slightly.

They were unaware if his beloved Ning Qing and sister Ziyu, who had been captured, were being tormented.

After all, judging by Mrs. Fu’s methods, one could deduce that Mingyu Palace was proficient in torturing and punishing people.

"Do you think it might be the elder?" asked Duan Yun.

Lost in thought, the Murong brothers said, "From what we see, the elder wields substantial authority. Even if it isn’t her, it’s unlikely anything could be kept hidden from her."

"Alright, our next move is to proceed with caution and vigilance. We must seize the opportunity to approach her and defeat her swiftly, forcing her to plead on her knees and wet herself, so that she’ll provide us with clues or release the captives."

"It’s best if I could infuse some Heroic Spirit into her to avoid any lies!"

Duan Yun spoke with earnest seriousness.

His words suggested caution and vigilance, yet they were drastically brutal, even stirring an adrenaline rush.

Indeed, it was just their first day, and they already wished to severely undermine that elder who believed "insulting is an art form!"

"Alright, then we’ll gradually decipher the stele and find an opportunity to meet the elder."

Afterward, they closed their eyes and started sleeping.

In the middle of the night, people began to trickle back in.

The Murong brothers and Duan Yun continued to slumber.

Zhao, who had demonstrated the leg technique earlier, came back and saw Duan Yun and the Murong brothers lying there, and remarked, "These two flirts just arrived and already like this; they’re sure to be kicked out this month."

Saying so, she indignantly went to bed.

She only needed one hour of sleep; one hour was enough for her for the day.

When her eyes blurred, she felt she had entered a profound state.

Yes, she was so close, just a little more and she would probably grasp something new!

Zhao Yin closed her bloodshot eyes, thinking such thoughts.

When Duan Yun and the Murong brothers had fallen asleep tired, not many people were around, but by the time they woke up, there were hardly any people around.

This was because when they had gone to sleep, the others were deeply engrossed in understanding and practicing their Kung Fu; by the time they woke up, the group had already risen and resumed their training.

It could be said that if they had a quota of two hours of sleep previously, now it was decidedly less than two hours.

The atmosphere is mainly what got to them.

These test people all want to stay in Mingyu Palace, to become disciples rather than being eliminated in the last three places.

Indeed, some have actually managed to cultivate their Kung Fu to the satisfaction of the elders amidst this frenzied training, becoming disciples of Mingyu Palace.

Who are the disciples of Mingyu Palace?

They are the ones in the Martial World who can kill anyone they please, slay your own mother, and you still have to bear it with gratitude and tears.

This is undoubtedly a huge temptation.

This also leads to everyone not wanting to be eliminated and no one daring to take a proper rest.

So when Duan Yun and the Murong brothers woke up, they were met with Mrs. Fu’s icy stare.

"Slept enough? Innocent slut, born sluts!" greeted Mrs. Fu.

Hearing this greeting early in the morning made Duan Yun and the Murong brothers boil with rage.

"If it weren’t for having to save someone, I’d let you see what happens when you call the Nameless Young Hero a slut!"

"If it weren’t for the sake of saving someone, I’d show you what a real born slut is!"

At that moment, Duan Yun and the Murong brothers thought the same thing simultaneously.

They still swallowed their pride, got up, and replied: "We slept well."

"With the likes of you, you’re sure to get the boot this month!"

"Didn’t I tell you yesterday that Mingyu Palace doesn’t support the useless? Did you just let it go in one ear and out the other?"

"With the way you are, don’t even think about comprehending the Divine Skill to become the distinguished disciples of Mingyu Palace, you might as well go work in a brothel as sluts, and make some quick money while you’re still young."

The woman cursed more abusively with each word, but Duan Yun and the Murong brothers encouraged each other to endure.

You damn dog, you only get to swagger around for a maximum of ten more days.

Ten days shouldn’t be too conspicuous.

After that, I’ll make you understand what it means when the Young Hero returns.

Duan Yun had it remembered, not only to make the great elder kneel and wet himself but also to make this cursing Mad Woman do the same, and jab her with her own needle a hundred times!

Even if it’s to save someone, the deed must be done along the way!

"The wise would know to come to me for blessings, just afraid some won’t be so wise," Mrs. Fu said loudly.

But Duan Yun and the Murong brothers remained unwise, simply ate some porridge, and headed for the Stele.

Instead, those who had been struggling to understand the Cultivation Technique, thinking that Mrs. Fu was summoning them, hurried over to receive slaps and needle pricks.

Duan Yun and the Murong brothers watched this and thought all of them were damn foolish.

All complete fools.

It’s practically driving people to become ghosts.

So the two secretly decided: seven days.

In seven days, they wanted to reasonably comprehend the Cultivation Technique to earn a chance to see the great elder, and then...

Thinking of this, both Duan Yun and the Murong brothers couldn’t help but snort lightly.

Even after so many times of chivalrous deeds, this was their first time being so desperate for this kind of thing.

At this time, the two stood in front of the Stele again.

The moves on the Stele meshed together, resembling but not resembling a person, as if the Stele itself had blurred from Wind Frost, or as if there were many afterimages.

Duan Yun still felt that it was a Finger Technique, while Murong brothers still felt it was a Hand Technique.

Both had preliminarily entered the threshold, but still did not manifest it.

It wasn’t until dusk that the Murong brothers first began to initiate the Hand Technique.

He had gone over this hand technique countless times in his mind, but to appear less talented, he deliberately performed it clumsily.

With each thrust of his palms, he made sure his faux bosom rippled as much as possible, reinforcing the onlookers’ belief that he was a natural-born slut.

But Duan Yun saw through the act.

This was indeed a Hand Technique with patterns to it.

But what he saw, too, was a Finger Technique with patterns to it.

And the leg technique practiced by the one surnamed Zhao was also becoming increasingly forceful.

What was going on?

"Extraordinary Wisdom, I command you to see through everything!"

Duan Yun stared at the Stele, eyes shining, and couldn’t help thinking to himself.

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