Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!-Chapter 33 - Karmic Affinity

The six Jianghu people's sinister smiles, in Duan Yun's view, were actually not what they seemed.

He could swear with a heavy conscience that the smile he cast was filled with enormous goodwill, warm, as if basking in the spring breeze, but due to misunderstandings, it transformed in the eyes of others.

"That person is not me," Duan Yun tried to explain.

In fact, when he said this, he didn't have much confidence.

He was a very honest person, and the person mentioned by the others was both him and not him.

This group of Jianghu people were greatly frightened when they saw in the dead of night such a person with clear eyes, accompanied by a donkey, and holding an iron sword, who looked very much like a young doctor.

If their previous conversation imagined the Demon merely as a silhouette, then in the dead of night, this young man seemed as if the Demon had leaped into reality.

Everyone was stunned.

If not for the flickering firelight, Duan Yun would have thought time had stopped.

At that moment, Han suddenly said with a laugh, "Brother, you really have a sense of humor. How could that person be you?"

"If it were you, would we still be alive?"

The others quickly caught on and started to laugh.

Right, it was just a coincidence!

A mighty Demon who could turn a city chaotic with rivers of blood by a mere flip of his hand, how could he possibly be following behind a bunch of minions?

Unless the Demon was sick.

But is there a Demon without affliction?

The atmosphere eased a little, but a few cautious folks were still quite unnerved.

The Demon who had troubled Yellow Water City really left a deep psychological shadow on them, so much so that even seeing another young man with a donkey startled them.

It wasn't until the late hours of the night, when they found that Duan Yun still had clear eyes and showed no strange behavior, that these people finally relaxed.

In the morning when they set off again, Duan Yun didn't deliberately follow the group, but instead switched to another team.

He could see that he, resembling the "Demon," had still frightened these fellows.

Duan Yun couldn't help feeling depressed; how had he, a fine Young Hero championing justice, became the treacherous Demon in others' narratives?

Yet as he walked on, Duan Yun realized he continued to startle other Martial Artists.

It seemed that overnight, everyone knew about a Demon with a donkey, handsome looks, clear eyes, resembling a young doctor.

Some even knew his surname was Duan.

Who the heck is spreading these damn rumors about me!

...

Fenglin Town is an old town west of Wangchun City.

The Lu family is a prominent family in Fenglin Town, and Mr. Lu, having passed fifty, has taken in a new concubine today, a festive occasion which always lasts late into the night.

When the guests had departed, and Ming Yue already hung low in the west.

Thinking of the beauty in the room, Mr. Lu hurriedly and secretly drank several glasses of the long-stored tiger penis wine, and consumed two large Dragon Tiger Pills, preparing himself for a good time.

Indeed, this concubine, although eighteen years old, had a face like a young girl, but the parts of her body that should be plump were in no way thin, truly irresistible.

It was precisely because of the "youthful disgrace" that Mr. Lu used his power to compel the marriage with this maiden from another region.

He entered the bridal chamber, and the concubine, shy and seemingly pitiable, greeted him.

Mr. Lu felt the alcohol and the vigor from the Dragon Tiger Pills surge simultaneously, as if returning to his spirited young days, and immediately lunged forward.

Ten breaths later, Mr. Lu lay on the bed like a dead dog, gasping rather violently; otherwise, one might think he really had died.

The concubine lightly kicked him, then turned over to sleep by herself.

Mr. Lu marveled at his own vigor; at his age, to sustain for a third of the duration from his youth was really the result of good maintenance.

Thinking of the submissive manner of the concubine just now, Mr. Lu felt satisfied.

He had forcefully married this concubine, a girl even younger than his own daughter—who, having lost her virtue, could only follow him silently. This was his old strategy.

This woman had resisted strongly days ago, but tonight, she had succumbed to his prowess.

Due to the excessive exertions, and having had many commitments during the day, Mr. Lu quickly fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, a cold breeze blew in, and he suddenly awoke.

Mr. Lu couldn't help but reach out to embrace his lovely wife, only to find no one beside him.

Where had his bride gone at this late hour?

The silvery moonlight illuminated the window paper, and all around was silent.

Could she have gone to the outhouse?

Feeling a bit thirsty, Mr. Lu got up to pour himself a glass of water.

Just as he had drunk halfway, he heard a faint gasping sound.

This voice came from not far away, sounding very much like that of his newlywed wife.

A bad premonition formed in Mr. Lu's heart, causing his face to turn somewhat green.

His disgraceful second son, licentious since childhood, had stolen his stepmother's affection years ago.

At that time, he had severely punished the unworthy son, yet Mr. Lu knew his son's nature was hard to change.

Alas, since he is my son, my concubine could also be considered part of his share, reluctantly.

But does it have to be so urgent!

This is clearly the night of my wedding!

Mr. Lu was so angry that his forehead veins bulged, and he rolled up his sleeves and walked out.

The door was left ajar, which made Mr. Lu feel even worse.

Does this mean that this wife delivered herself to the situation?

Such an innocent-looking face, who would have thought!

Mr. Lu tiptoed closer.

The voice indeed came from a side room not far from his bedroom.

At this moment, Mr. Lu could no longer deny such an affair.

For the voice was now very clear, and he was burning with rage, his beard trembling.

Then, the panting voice disappeared.

Mr. Lu hurriedly approached.

He hesitated for a moment, but eventually pushed the door open.

With a creak, after the concubine's panting stopped, the surroundings suddenly became very quiet.

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Not long after entering the room, Mr. Lu saw his newlywed concubine lying on the wooden bed, her clothes disheveled, exposing a vast expanse of snowy white skin.

He walked over furiously and pointed at the concubine, saying fiercely, "Look what you've done!"

The concubine, whether out of fright or something else, lay on the bed facing away from him without turning around.

After hearing the master's scolding, she still faced away and said faintly, "Master, I am no longer pure, will you still love me?"

"I!"

Mr. Lu, looking at his concubine's snowy white skin, felt a surge of blood stuck in his chest and said fiercely, "Where is that little bastard!"

Mr. Lu looked around but saw no one, so he bent down to check under the bed.

The moonlight was decent tonight, but beneath the bed was dim.

At first glance, Mr. Lu got a fright, for it looked like there was a person with a very flat head lying there.

A head so flat could definitely not be his son!

The next moment, Mr. Lu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He realized that it wasn't a person with a flat head, but rather a set of clothes and pants.

The clothes and pants were connected and slightly bulged, giving the appearance of a person.

That scoundrel's clothes and pants are here, where is he?

"Hehe."

Suddenly, a man's laughter echoed in the room.

Mr. Lu immediately recognized it as his son's voice and became even more furious.

He hurriedly continued searching for him.

But as he searched, something felt amiss.

The voice was clearly in this room, but he couldn't find anyone at the moment.

The next moment, Mr. Lu raised his head and his heart skipped a beat.

He saw a naked man hanging from the ceiling, laughing with his white teeth and red gums exposed.

Mr. Lu recognized him as his unfilial son, but he felt strangely unfamiliar.

Because his son was covered in red threads, hanging there, his face and body seemed to be left with only a layer of skin.

Yes, it was as if all the flesh and blood inside had been sucked dry by something.

What could it be?

Mr. Lu thought of something and looked down.

He saw the concubine who had been facing away from him the whole time had now turned around, her eyes pure black without any whites, her entire being lifeless, resembling a cold corpse.

Then at that moment, the "corpse" spoke - "Master, come love me, we will never part."

"A ghost!"

In the middle of the night, Lu Mansion was filled with a piercing wail...