Chapter 498: Chapter 295: Iron Blood and Compassionate Heart, Blessings of the Martial World
"Chun, Chun, are you okay?"
Even though he was badly injured, Zhu Xiaoming was still concerned about Li Chun.
Li Chun was covered in blood and weakly said, "I’m fine."
Then he looked at the disciple nearby and said, "Help, help him first."
"Why bother saying that? We’re saving him together!"
"Xiaoming, let me handle this! I’m just about to have my monthly cycle today!"
As he spoke, a disciple from the Iron Blood Sect had already taken off his pants and rushed towards Zhu Xiaoming.
For a moment, the collapsed main hall was filled with Iron Blood Sect members with their pants down, showing unity, affection, and the compassionate heart of a medical practitioner.
Murong, watching this eye-popping scene, exclaimed, "Brother, isn’t this still going astray?"
Duan Yun seriously replied, "The process is different from what we imagined, but the result is similar. Just say whether they were united and affectionate in saving people or not?"
"Now they’re saving themselves, but soon they will save others. The Martial World is bound to have fewer injuries and become more beautiful."
Murong asked, "So what do we do now?"
Duan Yun replied, "The heroic heart has been planted. My chance for heroic change at this sect doesn’t look like a failure. Observe for two days, prepare to cause, ahem, prepare for heroic change at the next sect."
Murong looked skeptical.
But since Old Demon Duan said so, it was hard to argue, especially since the Iron Blood Sect had undergone earth-shattering changes in less than half a month.
Even the Sect Leader was killed. Could anything worse happen?
He couldn’t help but say, "If heroic change isn’t successful, won’t they still be pests?"
Duan Yun answered seriously, "If even my painstaking heroic spirit can’t improve them, what’s the point of keeping them for the New Year?"
Murong instantly felt a deep respect.
After all, at worst, it would mean exterminating the sect!
No wonder you’re the leader among Yuzhu heroes.
It’s undeniable that the Iron Blood Sect’s healing methods are indeed strange. Whether it’s self-produced blood milk or medicine blood that comes like a monthly cycle, the healing effect is very good.
The injuries that Li Chun and Zhu Xiaoming sustained were severe, even for real iron men, they’d be bedridden for ten or twenty days.
But under the round-robin nourishment of disciples with medicine blood, they could walk within three days.
It can only be said, with many people come great power. Every day, it’s either you have your monthly cycle or they do; there’s always blood to treat a few wounded.
Duan Yun and Murong seemed to be somewhat discriminated against for not producing blood.
Li Chun stood there, still visibly weak, but his eyes were bright and full of life.
Duan Yun and Murong were standing with three outer sect disciples, still looking like lackeys.
Due to the internal chaos, most of the outer sect disciples had run away.
According to common sense, with internal strife in a sect where even the Sect Leader dies, it’s basically half buried. Moreover, the recent performance up and down the Iron Blood sect was truly bizarre—successful cultivation, and a grown man would have a woman’s monthly cycle—and it’s something average people can’t bear.
Li Chun spoke to the crowd.
A speech that greatly satisfied Duan Yun.
Li Chun had announced that the Iron Blood Sect would change its rules and never restrict disciples from being cattle and horses, furthermore, he himself would take the lead in being the best, strongest, and bigger cattle and horse.
"Sacrifice oneself, benefit others!"
"Be cattle and horses, compassionate heart!"
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Duan Yun stood among the crowd, shouting slogans alongside them.
You say it’s not strange, but that’s impossible.
But he quickly felt relieved; as long as the outcome was good, it was fine.
A sect used to fighting everywhere now willingly serves as cattle and horses for all, how can it not be beneficial to the Martial World.
The slogans were loud, but inside the Iron Blood Sect, they were all rough guys with little education, shouting basically only a few words back and forth.
Zhu Xiaoming’s status had risen significantly, apparently becoming the top figure just below Li Chun.
At this moment, he suddenly remembered a poem Murong had once done, unable to resist loudly reciting, "Looking up at the starry sky, a true man; treading on the ground, a true cattle and horse! Moo moo moo moo!"
The crowd found it exciting and they followed the chant vigorously, getting more spirited the more they recited, in Duan Yun’s eyes, resembling a pyramid scheme gathering.
Zhu Xiaoming was very satisfied with this verse, so he looked at Murong and said, "Dehua, although you still can’t blood pee, it’s only a matter of time. I think you’re talented, how about creating another one?"
Murong raised his head, looking as if he was about to compose a poem, but after straining for a while, he couldn’t come up with anything.
At the time he recited the poem, it truly was a moment of emotion. This day was evidently not in the same mood.
This rare opportunity to show off was slipping away, Murong was quite anxious.
Duan Yun saw this and said, "How about I give it a try?"
"You?"
"Cheng Wu, you can compose poetry too?"
The crowd cast peculiar glances.
Both of them hadn’t produced blood, revealing they hadn’t joined the cattle and horse family yet.
The crowd was slightly more favorable to Murong, believing that his accidental discovery led to the path of Cow and Horse Skills, even if no accomplishments, there were certainly hardships, and reciting the poem was indeed better than theirs, sparingly counting as having some talent.
But this nearby Duan Chengwu, was not very noticeable even among the outer sect disciples, so most of the cattle and horses were skeptical and dismissive.
Duan Yun nodded and said, "Not about composing poetry, more like quoting a line from a gentleman back home."
Zhu Xiaoming was somewhat impatient, saying, "Alright, go ahead then."
"True man inside Iron Blood Sect, a heart pure as a jade pot, fierce brows defy countless adversaries, bow down willingly as an ox to the young." Duan Yun spoke with heroic spirit.
This verse caught the disciples off guard.
Even though many of them didn’t understand it, they still felt it was impressive, even more remarkable than Mu Dehua’s bull poem!