Chapter 471: Chapter 284: The Demons Mobilize, Calamity Strikes the Martial World! (Please Subscribe!)
When Duan Yun returned to Yuzhu Villa, he was in high spirits.
You could say that having a villa and a bunch of friends felt quite nice.
Duan Yun had a similar fancy in his previous life; he dreamed of living in the same neighborhood with his closest friends, their villas next to each other, where even being single was fun.
Now, it seemed like his wish had come true, and when he didn’t want to be single, he could even pair up with a friend of the opposite sex. It was like an upgraded version of his original dream.
One can only say that those who choose the life of a hero are not too unlucky, eventually leading the life they desire.
But upon his arrival, he found a row of people standing outside the Murong brothers’ room, not daring to enter.
Especially Ning Qing, who was looking particularly anxious.
Duan Yun’s heart skipped a beat.
Could it be that that idiot Murong had not returned for a long time and committed suicide out of love?
He quickly craned his neck to look and asked, "What’s going on?"
Shen Ying said, "Hair."
Duan Yun peered inside and, good gracious, he saw a swath of hair under the bed.
The hair spread out like green aquatic plants, bizarre when fully laid out.
It had been said that Murong’s sister, Fu Wanjun, was a white-haired witch, whose head of hair moved like a living thing and could injure people like a sword. Now, Murong’s hair was not to be outdone.
No, due to its green tinge, it was even more sinister.
"Don’t!"
"Don’t!"
At this moment, Murong, who was under the bed, shouted out loud.
Almost simultaneously, his hair also began to move gently, appearing like venomous snakes.
The kind of snakes that can raise their bodies like Chicken Crown snakes, giving off an especially dangerous aura.
Ning Qing anxiously said, "Ever since we got back, he’s been talking in his sleep like this, and we can’t wake him."
Shen Ying said, "He seems about to lash out whenever we get close, so we dare not rashly approach."
Duan Yun raised an eyebrow, thinking to himself, "Murong indeed lives up to his reputation as a martial talent second only to me by a long shot, secretly learning skills and even cultivating in his dreams."
At that time, Murong recited, "The taste of the world has waned year by year, who commands the horseback traveler in the capital. On a pavilion, one night listening to spring rain, in deep alleys selling apricot flowers at dawn. Wet scribbles thwarted by slanting paper, sunlight through the window splits tea with care. Don’t let plain clothes rise with dusty sighs, still enough time before Qingming to get back home."
As soon as he finished his sleep talk, half of his hair lay flat quite a bit, as if the previously dangerous green hair turned into a tall and graceful green-clad girl.
One half of his hair was full of danger, like snakes; the other half was like a girl, pure and romantic, creating a truly magical scene.
"Don’t!"
"Don’t!"
"A Night Listening to Spring Rain, I would sell apricot flowers for you."
It was clear that his tone when shouting "Don’t!" was completely different from that of reciting poetry, as if he was dreaming two dreams at the same time: one seemed very dangerous as he shouted "Don’t!", while the other was poetic and pure, beautiful like poetry.
The next moment, his two distinctly different strands of hair began to fight against each other, as if a snake and a person were entangled in combat.
Feng Ling’er couldn’t help but exclaim, "Doesn’t this look just like fighting with oneself?"
Ning Qing voiced concerns, "Could this cause him to go berserk?"
Feng Ling’er replied, "Who knows, he’s weird to begin with, going berserk would be normal for him."
Honestly, Murong lying under the bed practicing martial arts looked a bit scary.
This would be seriously horror-movie material with no need for special effects.
"Back off!"
Suddenly, Shen Ying up front said so.
At this moment, the two battling strands of hair suddenly changed direction, turning towards them.
It was as if both the person and the snake found a common enemy.
"Damn it!"
"Damn it!"
"Old Demon Duan’s damn it!"
"The curved blade under the full moon, Twelve Layers of Spring Rain, I command you to spin together!"
Murong beneath the bed shouted frantically.
You can’t deny, those few shouted phrases of his hemmed a tenth of Duan Yun’s flair.
Consequently, everyone felt the danger.
The moment Shen Ying and others retreated, the two patches of hair indeed whirled into action, turning into two streaks of light, lunging towards the doorway!
Suddenly, the hair strands were as sharp as blades, half like spinning spring rain, the other half like a crescent moon.
Both forces were already as sharp as knives, probably sharper than actual blades, and even more miraculous was that in this moment, they collided with each other.
The crescent moon and the spring rain intermingled, just like a green-skirted maiden merging with a green snake.
Where the spinning strands of hair passed, the air was sliced into continuous white lines, like frayed threads.
Shen Ying and the others were either leaping into the air or falling to the ground to dodge, while Duan Yun burst out laughing, advancing rather than retreating.
"Body-breaking Sword Pillar!"
A black Body-breaking Sword Pillar burst forth from Duan Yun’s chest, carrying an ominous aura of death.
With a loud bang.
The thick, black Body-breaking Sword Pillar collided with the two whirling strands of hair, as if a column had been shoved into the mouth of a jar, stirring everything up madly.
The two terrible forces collided, whipping up the surrounding air like whirlpools, creating a terrifying vortex.
Ning Qing and the others’ clothes were sucked by the swirl, clinging tightly to their bodies, revealing lovely figures.
"Not bad!"
Seeing this, Duan Yun pushed his body forward, and the Body-breaking Sword Pillar turned blacker and thicker, with a streak of pure white at its core.
Murong’s green hair became greener and sharper.
With a dull thud, like the beat of a heavy war drum.
Duan Yun’s figure swayed, retreating three steps and crashing through the doorframe. Suddenly, Murong shouted "I want to be a hero!", along with the bed, bursting through the wall, flying out.
Together with the bed, he tumbled several times in the mud pit of the backyard, getting his face smothered in Big White’s dung, as Murong slowly came to his senses.