Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!-Chapter 414 - 261: Murong Young Hero, Also Wants to Impart Martial Arts to the Martial World?! (Seeking Subscriptions and Monthly Passes)_2

Chapter 414: Chapter 261: Murong Young Hero, Also Wants to Impart Martial Arts to the Martial World?! (Seeking Subscriptions and Monthly Passes)_2

Both people hit the jackpot, this is too coincidental.

Thus, this difficult task was assigned to Duan Yun.

After Duan Yun and Murong returned, they saw the people in the manor looking grave, giving them strange looks.

If previously only Zhao Yin and his group were hostile towards them, now it seemed like everyone was displeased with them.

"What’s wrong? Could it be..."

"I’ve always known this day would come, Duan Ling’er and I are just too pretty and being envied!"

Murong couldn’t help but think.

Being a natural flirt and social butterfly, Murong immediately went to inquire and found out for some unknown reason the usual "bottom three elimination" which happens at the end of the month had been moved up to the fifteenth.

That’s the day after tomorrow.

Meaning, Duan Yun and the others, who had just arrived five days ago, had to participate in the elimination.

The people here harbored hostility towards Duan Yun and Murong because they thought these two were too lazy and performed too poorly, marking the worst performance by newcomers in history, annoying Mrs. Fu and causing the "bottom three" elimination to be moved up.

But the ones panicking were the others.

Because those present yesterday know, Duan Ling’er secretly learned Zhao Yin’s leg technique and Murong’s hand technique, mastering them impressively, while Murong even developed a new hand technique on his own.

These two, one stole two techniques, and the other developed one himself; they weren’t without skills.

Instead, those being eliminated were the diligent ones who had nothing to show.

They worked so hard but would be ousted early because of these two lazy ones, it annoyed everyone.

Duan Yun and Murong being isolated was something they had hoped for.

Although Murong felt slightly regretful about not being able to bond deeply with the female disciples, and share sisterly activities like peeing and bathing together, it was only a slight feeling.

After all, Murong had someone he liked!

He wouldn’t flirt around unless he couldn’t help it.

And as the young master of the Murong family, Murong sometimes might look desperate and sleazy, but his standards were not low.

Of those who came to test their skills, not many were attractive, and he really wasn’t interested.

The most beautiful girl is the best under the heaven, it must start with beauty.

However, some among the group didn’t see it this way.

Especially Zhao Yin and those veteran figures.

The Martial World is both deceitful and murderous, yet full of human warmth.

This early arrival of "bottom three" was clearly because of the improper attitudes of Duan Ling’er and Duanmu Rong, which annoyed Mrs. Fu.

They all knew, Mrs. Fu was someone whose mind was smaller than the eye of a needle.

Annoy her and who else would be eliminated but you?

The Martial World was inherently unfair, being useful doesn’t mean you’ll be utilized.

Offend those above and wish for good days?

Wait until you’re forced to leave in disgrace.

Having offended Mrs. Fu, what use is your bit of cleverness?

Besides, Duan Ling’er, that innocent flirt, even her moves were stolen, let alone any genuine perception.

Zhao Yin and the others were certain, this premature "bottom three" elimination was specifically meant for Duan Ling’er and Duanmu Rong.

Thinking of the flirt who stole his moves being kicked out, Zhao Yin couldn’t help but snort lightly.

Duan Yun and Murong were isolated, quietly waiting for the "bottom three" elimination.

They knew, to reveal some of their skills, this was the best and most natural opportunity.

Duan Yun continued to dine and rest on schedule, living as if he were a health-conscious old cadre.

Zhao Yin became even more convinced that this flirt was definitely doomed.

Because he saw anger in Mrs. Fu’s eyes.

The night before the "Bottom Three," Murong found Duan Yun and said: "I’ve tried your method many times, why do I perceive it to be a White Tiger?"

"White Tiger?"

Duan Yun pondered and said: "This cultivation technique is already incomplete, I even suspect, the complete technique originally stemmed from various beasts, so sensing a White Tiger isn’t particularly strange."

Murong added: "I also thought the White Tiger looked pretty good, just like a maiden."

He had a slightly sleazy smile as he spoke.

Duan Yun couldn’t help but look shocked.

Has this guy succumbed to lovesickness, going mad? How could he even spare a tiger?

As Murong’s good brother, Duan Yun worried about him becoming obsessed, so he quickly asked: "Did you try to manifest the White Tiger?"

"Not yet, I’ve just sensed the White Tiger recently, that’s why I wanted to consult with you," Murong replied.

Finally, he could show Old Demon Duan his talented results.

Murong was so thrilled when he first sensed the White Tiger.

The White Tiger just sounded way more imposing than any immortal crane.

Duan Yun was also a bit interested in the White Tiger and couldn’t help reminding on the way, "Take it easy later, don’t disturb anyone and blow our cover."

"Don’t worry, I’ll only use a little bit," Murong nodded.

There was no helping it, the White Tiger often represented fierceness, its roar echoing through the mountains.

The two then sneaked into an empty cornfield.

Once they made sure no one was around, Murong began his demonstration.

He started with his Hand Technique, followed by Duan Yun’s Finger Technique, and then the leg technique they had barely managed to steal these past few days.

But unlike Duan Yun, who could execute the three Martial Arts simultaneously, Murong performed them sequentially.

First the Hand Technique, then focused on Finger Technique, followed by the leg technique—it didn’t look spectacular.

Any fairly skilled martial artist could achieve this.

A lost kingdom’s prince once mastered over a thousand Martial Arts, considering himself capable of embracing all streams—boundless and profound, a prodigy who aspired to dominate the Martial World first, then gradually restore his nation.

However, he soon got caught by the Mad Woman of Red House after just stepping into the Martial World, who forced him to entertain her using his thousand Martial Arts and got assaulted in the process. After displaying all his thousand Martial Arts, he ended up a yang-energy wasted cripple, his hope of restoring his nation lost, turning him into a Martial World’s running joke.

Murong’s performance of the Cultivation Techniques was ordinary, but just then, the air around started to whirl, shaking the corn.

Afterward, Duan Yun faintly saw an image of a White Tiger.

Most outrageously, it looked just as Murong described, even resembling a beautiful girl.

"Tiger Strike!"

Murong threw out a palm.

Duan Yun was not as careless as Murong; he was already focused, ready to defend.

Because he felt the girl-like White Tiger was very bizarre, even spooky.

A delicate tiger’s roar sounded.

Indeed, Duan Yun swore he had never heard such a delicate tiger’s roar before; it somewhat intimidated the soul like a tiger’s roar, yet it more so resembled a cat in heat.

The next instant, Murong’s palm force pushed forward but then dissipated in mid-air.

It shifted from pushing forward to plummeting downward.

And that plummet was towards the crotch.

After that, Murong stood still.

"What’s wrong?" Duan Yun asked.

Murong withdrew his hand and said, "Strange, very strange. I haven’t mastered it yet; will practice next time."

At that moment, Duan Yun seriously suspected that the downward thrusting palm force had blasted out this poor fellow’s feces, causing him to urgently leave.

"Did you just soil yourself?" Duan Yun asked.

"Go fly a kite. Do I look like I just soiled myself?" replied Murong indignantly.

Duan Yun checked; indeed, there was no sign of such an incident.

After all, there was no wetness nor smell.

"Let’s rest today, we still have the last three ranks tomorrow. I’ll show you once I’ve mastered it," Murong said.

At night, Duan Yun peeked for a while, making sure Murong was fine.

He hadn’t even changed his trousers.

However, Murong was gritting his teeth in anger.

"Dad, you’ve set me up again!"

Indeed, when his palm force plummeted, he hadn’t made a mess, but he did lose some hair.

He kinda understood why.

The essence of the White Tiger he perceived resembled a beautiful girl, most likely linked to him sneaking a peek at his father’s picture book when he was a child.

That picture book had a strong impact on his young mind, the plot and details still vivid to him even now.

Lucky he had used only 10% of his power. If he had gone full force, he surely would have ended up as "White Tiger Young Hero".

So in secret, Murong harbored a malicious plan.

"These people in Mingyu Palace aren’t nice, they even snatched my girl. If I spread this technique, they too should lose every hair."

Thus, Murong said to Duan Yun, "Duan Ling’er, tomorrow at the last three ranks, I was supposed to use your immortal crane, how about trying my White Tiger?"

Duan Yun nodded, "Not much of a difference, actually. Your White Tiger does sound more intimidating; we will see how it goes."

"Alright!" Murong shook his pants, said excitedly. freēwēbnovel.com

At that moment, he suddenly felt very exhilarated about this whole thing.

He, Murong Young Hero, was about to pass on martial skills!

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