Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!-Chapter 31 - : Rivers of Blood

Duan Yun left that place of conflict and trouble, only to find the road crowded with many who were rushing to witness the excitement.

"Brother, if they really start hacking away, could it be dangerous?"

"Seeing a real fight is thrilling, blood spills like no one's paying for it."

"That's right, as long as it's exciting, even dying is worth it."

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A group of people noisily went to watch the fun, while Duan Yun rode his gray donkey in the opposite direction.

Because of the gang clash, shops nearby had closed their doors, but after earning these two silvers, he now had money for food.

Drinking and betting on drinks cost money, so today he was determined to drink less.

It was now the season transitioning from summer to autumn, yet the city was still filled with a hint of heat.

On the nearly empty street, in front of a tavern, the flag signifying liquor listlessly swung with the wind, but Duan Yun's eyes brightened.

He had learned a thing or two about drinking during this period.

Just one whiff told him it was authentic plum wine, the most suitable drink for this weather.

So, he tied his donkey at the entrance and went straight in.

The wine was freshly brewed plum wine, and the dishes were authentic home-cooked meals.

He had indulged in local delicacies along his journey, and for this meal, he was going to be more restrained with his food and drinks.

He didn't have much wine, and only ordered two dishes, yet he savored the rare delicacy.

Only when one is poor do they understand the value of silver, and only after going hungry does one realize the preciousness of food.

Earning these two silvers was not easy.

He found it strange to think that for these two silvers, he had to kill someone.

But the Martial World is strange indeed; he only wished to always maintain his pure and sincere goodness.

Yes, he killed people, men, women, monks, and yet he was a good person.

All he wanted, after succeeding in his sword training, was not to be bullied anymore.

In this world, should good people be bullied?

Should the honest be intimidated by those brandishing knives, showing off at their throats?

With a sip of plum wine, Duan Yun's thoughts became agile, and he couldn't help feeling a surge of pride.

He had made a good kill today!

This monk who came from Dusk Temple looked like a demon in disguise, doing immense harm to others.

Just standing there looking a bit more handsome than the rest, he drew the ire of the demon monk who insisted on picking a fight with him, wanting his life.

Had he not been slightly skilled today, he would probably be dead by now.

Duan Yun did not hold grudges, but he remembered these bizarre monks.

Yes, from now on, whenever he encountered such harmful monks from Dusk Temple, he would surely kill them clean to settle the resentment from today!

Thus, on Duan Yun's little notebook, following the fairy from Red House and the madman from Thunder God and Mother Sect, the demon monk from Dusk Temple was added.

This Martial World is just filled with too much trash.

The plum wine was delicious, Duan Yun drank it slowly, enjoying every sip.

Yet, he knew this wasn't the perfect way to enjoy the drink; if the wine was chilled, it would have tasted even better.

He began to ponder where to acquire a secret book to learn something like the Frost Palm to chill his wine; it would be really wonderful.

No, it would be best to learn both Frost Palm and Flame Fist; the Frost Palm could be used to chill drinks in the summer, and, as a precaution, the Flame Fist could warm drinks in the winter.

When that time came, half frost and half flame, sampling both the ice and the fire may provide an even more delightful experience.

Duan Yun was only halfway through his meal when the crowd that had gone to watch the fight came tumbling back.

Two of them even rushed into the tavern, drinking wine as if it were water to quench their thirst.

"They're killing like mad! Completely insane!"

"The Huangyu Gang and the Red Crane Sect are hacking at each other with all they've got; it's practically a river of blood now."

"If I hadn't run fast, I'd have been chopped down right there."

At this moment, someone in the tavern couldn't help but ask, "Why are they fighting so fiercely?"

"Who knows what set them off."

These people were thinking along the same lines as Duan Yun before. A confrontation of such magnitude would generally end with negotiations and one side conceding, or if it did come to blows, it would be a minor scuffle, similar to generals fighting one-on-one in a battlefield to decide who would withdraw.

But today, it turned into a real bloodbath.

Listening to their conversations, Duan Yun couldn't help but mutter to himself again: "These gang-affiliated martial artists have poor judgment, too impulsive. Why would they suddenly engage in a blood fight? Fortunately, I was rational and withdrew in time, or else I would have been drawn into it."

He was content to leave with the two pieces of silver he had obtained, not lingering because of the meal he had.

After all, when there are too many people and the frenzy is strong, there will certainly be no lack of those trampled to death.

This blood fight lasted for a long time.

In Duan Yun's eyes, people continually arrived and departed from the street.

Many were from the two gangs, carrying injuries, some of them soaked in blood, clearly beyond saving.

There were even those from both sides who had sustained severe injuries and went to seek medical help, only to start cursing and clashing with each other on the way, ending up as corpses in the street.

By dusk, the blood fight had barely come to an end.

It was truly a river of blood.

Near the West Pier, the water was covered with floating bodies, and it was said that the government officials were hesitant to go there for a while.

No one had expected the two gangs to clash in such a way.

Watching this scene, Duan Yun couldn't help but sigh, "Is it really that bad?"

Even though he had killed many people, even annihilated the Xuanxiong Gang, the sight of hundreds of corpses still filled him with dread as if he were in a living hell.

He had killed the demon monk and left, unaware of what had happened after.

It shouldn't have much to do with him.

After all, he was just a passerby who was dragged in to join the fight, forced to fight back at most.

For some reason, looking at the river of blood, Duan Yun actually felt a certain sense of exhilaration.

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A perverse delight like lancing boils and watching them burst open.

Because all along the way, in his eyes, these gang-affiliated martial artists were mostly trash, no different from the juvenile members of the Xuanxiong Gang.

Poor judgment, love of impulsiveness, as if their muscles had grown into their brains, always fighting and killing, despite being at the bottom of the human world, they acted like lords, posturing and oppressing common folk, squeezing them dry.

There are too many villains in the world, and too few good people like himself who can barely fight back, and that's why there is no such beauty.

Now, it's good – a dog-eat-dog bloodbath has actually brought some peace to this place.

At least like in Lishui City, the unreasonable protection fees should be temporarily uncollectible.

At this moment, there were still some people bold enough to plunder the corpses. Considering he was not rich, Duan Yun also joined in.

But he soon came out.

Firstly, the soldiers had arrived, and secondly, after groping around, apart from getting his hand disgustingly bloody, he didn't find anything valuable.

In the end, he only hung two axes and a broken sabre on his donkey, not sure how much money they would fetch.

As night fell, Duan Yun decided to stay in an inn for one night before leaving.

He was on his way to the inn when he saw several martial artists leaving the city together.

Among them were survivors of the day's blood feud and wandering Jianghu individuals like Duan Yun, walking in small groups.

Duan Yun followed behind them, listening to their conversation.

According to the survivors of the feud, they couldn't stay in Yellow Water City after making such a mess and planned to seek refuge near Wangchun City.

After all, the two gangs had been fighting for territory and had their hands stained with blood, having many other enemies.

When their forces were strong, these enemies did not dare to make a move, but now, weakened by the blood feud, things were uncertain.

The wandering Jianghu people, knowing the fall of the two major gangs, realized that there would be no more work like assisting in fights, and would have to look elsewhere.

Hearing that these people were heading to Wangchun City, Duan Yun made a quick decision to follow them.

On the road, asking for directions wasn't reliable, but this human map surely was, right?

After traveling for a month, Duan Yun was really eager to get to his destination, Wangchun City.

Because once there, he could put an end to his wandering life, and as a gynecologist, he could resume his old profession.

People are always cheap, wanting to be a Young Hero when practicing as a doctor, and after having played the hero, they want to go back to being a doctor.

It can only be said that alternating between being a Young Hero and a gynecologist is not a bad way for an adult to achieve a balance between work and leisure.