Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!-Chapter 901 - 476: Fusang Has Arrived, the Blade Draws!

When the Murong brothers spoke of their ancestor's long red hair, their eyes were filled with fear.

And not just the Murong brothers, even Murong Ancestor himself was likely very uneasy about his ominous transformation. It was said that by the end of his days, even his complete corpse was burned, leaving behind nothing but a pile of red hair, which had to be locked away in a copper coffin.

But Duan Yun was not afraid.

In his mind, no one understood the Twelve Layers of Spring Rain better than he did, not even the Murong Ancestor.

The reason the Murong Ancestor feared the ominous presence of his long red hair was that the Twelve Layers of Spring Rain was too deep for him to grasp.

But Duan Yun was different. What could he possibly not master?

As for the concern of growing red hair during cultivation and becoming less handsome, that was simply a matter of control.

If you can grow red hair but can't fully control it, and it even affects your looks, isn't that your own problem?

Regarding martial artists turning into muscle-bound giants covered in tumor-like growths, growing extra heads and hands—those grotesque transformations—it's all a matter of mastery.

With his extraordinary wisdom, what could he possibly not control?

Thus, not only did Duan Yun not resist the ominous red hair, he even felt a subtle sense of anticipation.

He was looking forward to whether, once the hair emerged, he would undergo a tremendous change.

...

Apart from the chaos and disturbance caused by the Sea God, the Jimei Hao's journey was peaceful, and the ship was in a festive mood.

Having been with Duan Yun on this ship for so long, the Martial World people found that Young Hero Duan didn't punish them, and they gradually grew at ease, even becoming generous.

For example, now, on the deck of the ship, an old brother had his wife perform a gentle dance.

It was said that his wife had once competed for Fengzhou's top ten devices because of her dance skills. Although she failed, just qualifying for the competition demonstrated her considerable ability.

Even Duan Yun had to admit that this old brother's wife was indeed very graceful.

Her body seemed to glide on the ground, as if she had no bones, writhing like a snake.

One might say she was like a beautiful snake woman.

Any man entwined by such a woman would surely be quite taken in.

The old brother's wife danced passionately on the deck, and people watched with enthusiasm.

Of course, there were also those watching intently, without blinking, who were secretly grumbling under their breath.

"Only your wife can dance! Only your wife knows how to be graceful, huh? Show-off!"

A man came out of the latrine, pulling up his pants, speaking with a tough demeanor.

In the Martial World, those with a bit of skill like to show off and think about outshining others.

This old brother had his wife take the stage, clearly stealing the spotlight, so while these people watched with enthusiasm, they couldn't help but grumble and complain.

Especially when comparing their own wives, who were homely and ungraceful by comparison, their complaints became even louder.

Amid this atmosphere, the Jimei Hao sailed on steadily.

According to Ghost Foot Seven, they were already very close to Fusang, and it would take no more than two days and a night to get there.

But on this day, at noon, everyone on the ship was surprised to find that they hadn't seen the sun for quite some time.

This wasn't due to overcast weather but due to the fog.

In fact, at sea, having fog at night and in the morning is quite normal, but this time, the fog hadn't cleared for a while.

At this moment, Ziyu suddenly said, "Why do I feel a bit cold?"

Ziyu was always sensitive to temperature changes.

Duan Yun thought of something, went to the deck, and saw Ghost Foot Seven still at the helm.

This old helmsman with seven toes always steered the ship steady.

He looked at the fog, touched it with his hand, and said, "This fog is so cold, could there be an iceberg nearby?"

Ghost Foot Seven furrowed his brows but quickly replied respectfully, "Young Master, it's unlikely for there to be an iceberg around here." 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Based on his experience, there really shouldn't be any icebergs here.

But the next moment, his expression changed slightly.

Duan Yun's expression was serious. Even though it was his first time at sea, his displayed abilities were not to be underestimated, even by this old ship hand. Moreover, there was the ship's history.

This "Jimei Hao" had been abandoned after crashing into an iceberg.

The original wealthy merchant abandoned it not only because it had significant issues that couldn't be fixed to its original sturdiness even after repairs but also because they felt the ship was unlucky.

According to the wealthy merchant's fleet, they encountered the iceberg on a route where there shouldn't have been any.

Thus, Ghost Foot Seven clenched his seven-toed foot tightly and shouted robustly to those above, "Lousy Eagle, keep a sharp lookout, just in case there's an iceberg!"

"Iceberg? Where would a damn iceberg come from?"

"Lousy Eagle" stood on the lookout tower, saying this, but he still watched closely with an "Eagle Eye."

This man may have a hard mouth, but he never slacked off at work.

Since the lookout was already aware of this matter, Duan Yun went back to enjoy his tea.

About to land on the island, he needed to prepare for his grand slaughter.

It was said that some Fusang martial artists liked to burn incense and bathe before killing, to mask the stench of murder and maintain their flawlessness.

Duan Yun didn't do such things, because he felt that as a butcher slaughtering swine and dogs, he didn't need to be so particular, he just needed to conserve his energy.