Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!-Chapter 19 - : Deities? Monsters? Teletubbies?

On the journey to Wangchun City these past few days, Duan Yu felt everything was fresh and beautiful.

Even though the roads were overgrown with wild grass and trees, and he could barely see another soul for half the day, there was a sense of loneliness that felt like he could be swallowed by the wilderness at any moment. The next day, he even missed a town and once again camped in the wilderness, dining on the wind and drinking the dew, yet he had no complaints about anything.

Because he felt that this world, as desolate as it was, was just like him—full of unlimited potential and at the cusp of great prospects.

For instance, right now, he was riding a donkey while eating grapes and humming a tune, completely at ease, when suddenly the donkey brayed—it had gone lame.

Duan Yun hurried down from the donkey's back, and only then did he notice many small holes in the muddy road.

What creatures had made these holes he did not know; they were about the size of a bowl and seemed bottomless, some of their surfaces concealed by wild grass and quite unremarkable.

His gray donkey had accidentally stepped into one of them, injuring its leg.

He had spent sixteen pieces of silver on this gray donkey—nearly a third of his fortune—and it had lame legs in less than five days.

It was almost as if, in his previous life, he had bought a new car only for it to be in a serious accident before he could even drive it properly; one could say it was bad luck.

Duan Yun knew that if a horse carelessly injured its leg and wasn't treated properly, its value could drop to a third of the original.

But what about a donkey?

If this donkey wasn't well taken care of and truly became lame, it might also face a similar loss in value.

In that case, it would be better off served as donkey meat in a bun.

Duan Yun checked and found that it probably hadn't broken a bone, so he slowly led the donkey along.

Over the past few days, the gray donkey had carried him diligently, and he had adapted to the rhythm of riding; naturally, he was hesitant to just use it for donkey meat in a bun.

He only hoped this sturdy gray donkey could gradually recover.

From there, the road, apart from those tricky little holes, was lined on both sides with grass as tall as a person. When the wind blew, it seemed to hide many terrifying things.

Because of the lame donkey, they couldn't walk fast, and midway through, there was even a comedic scene of gynecologist Duan Yun carrying the donkey and trotting along. Yet, this man and his donkey still couldn't make it to the next stop.

There was neither village ahead nor shop behind; besides the occasional peculiar deserted statues along the roadside, there was not a trace of human activity.

Seeing that it was getting dark, Duan Yun knew that tonight he would once again have to camp out in the wilderness.

But now he was not opposed to camping out, because he had already gone through the ordeal the day before yesterday. His "Breaking Body Sword Energy" had become more skilled, and he didn't fear the ferocious mosquitoes in the wilderness.

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Having passed along that overgrown roadside, the terrain ahead thankfully opened up considerably.

Duan Yun led the gray donkey up to a slope, letting it graze while he went to gather branches for a fire.

He quickly noticed there were others resting below the slope.

Because it was getting dark, he could only see dimly, spotting two horse-drawn carriages and several figures near a campfire.

They seemed to be merchants transporting goods, who, for some reason, were also camping here.

Not until the fire was lit did the people over there notice his presence.

Duan Yun pondered whether to go over and say hello; after all, being polite is standard practice when you're on the road, much like how people in Martial World often bow and say "big brother, you're awesome."

But he was a bit socially anxious, given that it was his first long journey and he didn't know what to say.

If he didn't want to talk, then he wouldn't.

Yes, he was no longer the office worker who had to consider everything; he could now live more freely.

To live like an office worker even after transmigrating would be a waste of transformation.

What he wanted was freedom and ease!

Thinking this, Duan Yun couldn't help but feel relaxed and happy again.

Having taken out the Xuanxiong Gang, he now felt a sense of relief.

Now that he had the gray donkey to carry his luggage, Duan Yun found that the tools he had for preparing dinner were much more abundant than before.

He poured water from the water bag into the iron pot, and after the water boiled, he put in slices of meat and tomatoes.

Along with the blazing flames, a small pot of tomato and meat soup was ready.

Duan Yun took out the white bread he bought the day before yesterday, and with each sip of soup and bite of bread, he felt nourished both body and soul.

Indeed, in this area, having a hot soup and a piece of bread and meat is truly a rare delight for those on a journey.

Duan Yun did not go over to greet the others; instead, someone from the caravan came over.

The three who came all had swords hanging by their sides and seemed to be trained.

Seeing the sword by Duan Yun's side, the leader cupped his hands and said, "I am Huang Li. Where might the Young Hero be heading?"

Duan Yun answered truthfully, "To Wangchun City. My donkey has a lame leg, which has delayed my travel."

Seeing that the gray donkey indeed had a lame leg, the visitor couldn't help but say, "That's truly bothering. Meeting is fate; this is a local specialty from our master, a small token of appreciation, I hope the Young Hero does not disdain it."

Saying so, he handed over a small packet of tea leaves.

Duan Yun accepted the gift and said, "That's very kind of you."

Afterward, the three of them left.

Duan Yun actually understood their intention; it was merely to probe his reality and guess whether he might be scouting for a bandit's den.

However, since they kept calling him "Young Hero" and presented a meeting gift, how could he possibly be upset?

This was the second time Duan Yun was called "Young Hero." He finally felt like he was truly traversing the Martial World.

Clearly seeing that Duan Yun was not lying, both parties remained at peace, and soon, the wilderness fell back into silence.

Unlike the night he encountered the ghost in the red dress, at least there were other people around tonight, which greatly reduced the loneliness and fear one feels in the wilderness.

At the end of the day, humans are social creatures who sometimes complain about the noise in the world, but if really left to live in complete isolation, Duan Yun admitted he couldn't do it.

Just as before, after Duan Yun had his fill of food and drink, he practiced his stance for a while and then rested against a tree.

Naturally, he wouldn't sleep deeply, but his Sea of Consciousness was empty and relaxed.

Two mosquitoes unacquainted with good manners approached his chin, and instantly, two thin strands of Sword Qi appeared from his chin, slaying them.

Through continuous practice during this time, his "Breaking Body Sword Energy" gradually integrated into his bodily instinct.

Sometimes Duan Yun wondered whether, if his entire body emitted Sword Qi, would he qualify as a Sword Man?

Suddenly, a booming thunderclap sounded.

Duan Yun opened his eyes.

Was it going to rain?

Sheltering in the wilderness, rain was probably the most troublesome thing.

Below, the people from the caravan, upon hearing the thunder, had already started moving; those who had carts got on their carts, and those who had umbrellas took them out.

Booming again, another streak of lightning fell, illuminating the vicinity in a flash of brightness.

Someone in the caravan suddenly let out a strange yell — "Who's there!"

Duan Yun looked toward the source of the sound, and couldn't help but feel his skin crawl.

He saw five middle-aged men with sparse hair standing among the wild grass, the leader dressed in a vibrant red outfit with more than a dozen black holes on his head, two of which held thin, long metal flutes, giving off an exceptionally sinister vibe.

They used the flutes on their heads aimed at the sky, mumbling words, sounding like whispering secrets or praying for a ritual.

"What is this?"

"Fairies, demons? Teletubbies?"

Until this moment, Duan Yun was utterly baffled.

He knew, the absurd Martial World was about to get bizarre again.