Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!-Chapter 3 - : Because I Am One in Ten Thousand, a Sword Dao Prodigy!

As Moonlight continued to be absorbed, Duan Yun noticed a change in his Jade Sword True Qi.

If the first time he felt the Jade Sword True Qi, it could be described as "like syrup," at this moment, the Jade Sword True Qi had become more substantial.

In his consciousness, Duan Yun could even sense that it was white, just like the Moonlight's nectar.

Duan Yun opened his eyes, picked up the kitchen knife beside him, and made a horizontal slash!

With a swish, silvery Sword Qi spread out like the Water Moon Slash and flew out.

Only to hear a crisp 'snap,' which startled Duan Yun.

On the mud wall, a clear notch appeared, with dust filling the air.

This power was several times greater than before.

Success!

The integration with Moonlight made the previously weak Sword Qi's problem a thing of the past.

I truly am a one-in-a-million Sword Dao prodigy!

As long as I use my brain, there's no problem that can stump me!

Duan Yun swung four more times and discovered that the Water Moon Slash's power had indeed increased greatly.

Looking at the sword marks on the wall, his excitement was almost uncontrollable.

Practicing sword for ten days, and Sword Qi breaking walls, this cultivation result isn't too shabby, right?

If this Sword Qi can slice through walls, what effect would it have on a human body?

Duan Yun wanted to continue but suddenly found his breathing rough and his arms trembling slightly.

After consecutively executing the "Water Moon Slash," his body showed signs of exhaustion, and his mind vaguely felt that disordered sensation of many faces overlapping in cultivation.

Indeed, what limited him was this mortal frame.

Duan Yun chose to rest.

Today's progress was too bountiful.

In just a few days, he had solved the most crucial problem of his Sword Qi lacking power.

The Xuanxiong Gang was formidable because they could turn their hands into bear paws, but even though his Sword Qi had just begun to manifest, it was already promising.

The anxiety that had been hanging over him was gone, and Duan Yun felt deep fatigue but also immense joy.

It was akin to the feeling of going all out studying before the college entrance examination in his previous life and finally getting into the university he wanted, with everything settling into place.

This sword practice wasn't busywork after all.

Clutching the secret book, Duan Yun fell into a contented sleep.

...

In the middle of the night, he awoke abruptly, alerted by the sound of someone's laughter.

Someone had entered the room.

A fairly tall person.

Duan Yun felt a chill and immediately sat up, on guard: "Who are you?"

A flame lit up as the visitor ignited the oil lamp on the table, revealing his face.

Duan Yun tensed up and said, "It's you!"

The person was actually the elite member of the Xuanxiong Gang who had kicked him a few days ago!

The man smiled, revealing snow-white teeth and bright red gums, and said, "Yes, it's me."

"What do you want?" A sense of unease gripped Duan Yun's heart.

"Of course, to kill you," the man said matter-of-factly.

"Why?" Duan Yun asked, puzzled.

As they spoke, he was quietly reaching for the kitchen knife under his pillow.

"Because you're damn unlucky, that's why!"

The man suddenly became irate and charged forward, smashing down with a palm!

Caught off-guard, Duan Yun could only raise his arm to block.

But the man's palm was thick and heavy, and even if it wasn't quite a bear's paw, it was at least a tiger's claw, not something he could easily fend off.

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With a bang, the wooden bed broke, and Duan Yun, together with the bed, crashed heavily onto the floor.

He could see stars before his eyes, taste the sweetness of blood in his throat, and feel a sharp pain in his arm; he didn't even notice the blood streaming from his nose.

Lying there, Duan Yun painfully asked, "Why?"

"Why? I told you already, because you're unlucky!" the man retorted.

"A doctor who only treats women, how can he be a proper doctor, how can he not bring bad luck?"

Yes, if it were any other doctor in the city, the man might not be so irritable.

But what kind of a gynecologist doctor was that, nonsense!

"The boss damn it makes me reflect every day, reflect on why that day we didn't snatch any Divine Iron, reflect on why we can't beat the Martial Madmen of the Iron Blood Sect! Damn it, I'm reflecting so much I'm going crazy!"

"We of the Xuanxiong Gang, who practice the Xuanxiong Palm, don't have brains to reflect!"

"And tonight, my reflection suddenly came to a conclusion."

"It's all because I kicked you, the unlucky b*stard, that day and got bad luck! Without you, how would the Martial Madman of the Iron Blood Sect coincidentally come here and go crazy, making me need to use my brain to reflect?"

The man was frenzied, as if to vent all his frustrations of the past days on Duan Yun.

Yes, if we can't take care of those Martial Madmen of the Iron Blood Sect, how can we not take care of you!

Listening to the man's words, Duan Yun couldn't help but grin, showing his teeth stained even redder with fresh blood.

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What the hell is wrong with this guy!

He had long heard that a lot of martial artists are crazy!

This damned thing is seriously sick!

That day I was just standing there buying vegetables, and this bastard kicked me as if I were a ball. Now that he can't beat someone else, he's taking his anger out on me!

He wants my life!

This kind of person, one day they can't shit and they might come after your life too.

"Go to hell!"

Duan Yun cursed.

Seeing this tiny ant dare to talk back, the burly man's face twisted with ferocity as he stretched out his thick, huge palm, attempting to crush Duan Yun's skull!

"I'll teach you to talk back!"

The man sneered viciously, as if he could already see the beautiful sight of the young man's skull being crushed in pain and fear, and a hideous smile spread across his face.

But in that instant, a white light, like moonlight, suddenly shone, nearly filling his entire vision.

"Ugh!"

The man staggered backward, looking at Duan Yun with an incredulous stare.

He felt a chill on his neck, a piercing coldness.

That flash of white light had sliced open the skin on his neck.

No, not just that!

A clear line of blood appeared on his neck, so he hurriedly raised his hand to cover it.

But the next moment, another crescent-like white light swept out.

Three fingers from his left hand, which had not been trained to become as solid and tough as his right, fell to the ground.

The man from the Xuanxiong Gang, who had not immediately used his right hand to cover his neck, was still intent on using it to crush the skull of the young man before him.

By the time he realized he should cover it with his right hand, it was already too late.

The third white light had already sliced horizontally ahead of him, passing over the distance between the two like a half-moon in transit, completely severing his carotid artery and trachea.

Blood gushed out like syrup from the slit and could not be stopped.

Some of the blood even entered his lungs through the trachea, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Sword Qi? Saber Energy?

The young elite of the Xuanxiong Gang stared at the broken sword in Duan Yun's hand, unable to comprehend.

How could such a nobody have cultivated such Sword and Saber Energy!

He was the youngest and most promising elite of the gang, having only recently cultivated his True Qi, while the man before him, a cowardly and useless gynecologist...

The young man didn't understand.

So he died.

With his eyes wide open in death.

Duan Yun, coughing, stood up.

He felt as if his bones were falling apart, and his throat burned like fire, making him cough up blood.

The Jade Sword True Qi inside his body was circulating quickly, bringing a sense of coolness.

Without this True Qi to fend off the first strike, he might not even have been able to lift his sword, let alone execute the "Water Moon Slash."

The man in black lay on the ground with his eyes wide open, a rather frightening sight.

So Duan Yun unleashed another Sword Qi on his eyes, shattering his eyeballs.

Hmm, now that's not scary anymore.

Afterward, he searched the man's body and found a Silver Ingot weighing about fifteen taels and some scattered Silver Coins, and an Iron Blood Sect badge inscribed with the name "Wang Li."

So the guy's name was "Wang Li."

On a night that he was unreasonably targeted for murder, only this bit of silver could soothe his wounded soul.

For Duan Yun, who could only earn a few Silver Coins after several medical visits, this was a significant sum.

But now he had killed an elite from the Xuanxiong Gang, and they would probably come looking for him soon.

What should he do?

Run away?

He had done nothing wrong; why should he be the one to run!

Duan Yun was upset by this notion!

If he could kill one, then he could kill two!

He had decided, even if he had to run, he wouldn't run far. Once he had fully mastered the "Jade Sword True Understanding," he would make sure to eradicate every last one of the Xuanxiong Gang!

Only then would his heart be satisfied!

By then, he would no longer need to run.

He, Duan Yun, practiced the sword for a life of dignity.

If practicing the sword still meant he had to hide like a mouse, that would have all been in vain!

Duan Yun had made his decision: he would make the Xuanxiong Gang disappear before the weather turned cold!

What gave him such confidence?

Because he is a one-in-a-million Sword Dao prodigy!

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