Chapter 482: Chapter 288:
In order to make himself appear more like a genius of the Iron Blood Sect, Duan Yun even channeled his inner strength, causing his muscles to swell considerably.
He glanced at his reflection in the water and found that with his muscles bulging like this, he somewhat resembled a muscular Nezha.
Hmm, this certainly gives off a sharp appearance, so when he displays his talents at the Iron Blood Sect, he wouldn’t look out of place.
"Let’s go!"
Seeing that the Murong brothers were also ready, he urged.
It was noon, and within Qinghe City, people bustled about in all sorts of manners.
Butchers, those kinds of butchers, Red Tower Mountain smokers, gamblers who lost their wives, truly a mix of gambling dogs, prostitution dogs, and drug dogs.
As Fan Gao puts it, the pressure here is immense, inevitably leading to various ways of relaxation to avoid going mad.
Golden Mountain goes by other names, such as "Mad Mountain" and "Dead Mountain," indicating the mountain’s dangers, either killing or driving people insane.
At noon, the Iron Blood Sect was having lunch.
Duan Yun and the Murong brothers took a glance inside, and couldn’t help but frown.
A group of sharp-headed men squatted there, though there was meat, it was simply boiled chicken and greens.
For the pair who loved hot pot and barbecue, this was simply a waste of ingredients!
Duan Yun and the Murong brothers quickly stated their intentions.
It must be said, their muscles greatly pleased Senior Brother Zhu.
In less than fifteen minutes, he had pinched their muscles several times.
Especially the Murong brothers, always felt as if the other party was intentionally or unintentionally touching their buttocks.
"Not bad! Not bad! You can first become outer sect disciples. If within a month you display your talents, you’ll become inner sect disciples, personally instructed by the elders or even the sect leader."
The Murong brothers, upon hearing this, joyfully said: "We’ll be counting on you, Senior Brother, to take care of us then."
"Certainly! It’s a hundred taels of silver each, all-inclusive for a month, including meals and accommodation." Senior Brother Zhu replied.
Duan Yun and the Murong brothers handed over the silver, feeling a bit of heartache.
Upon receiving the silver, Senior Brother Zhu immediately said: "Very good, you two are now outer sect disciples. One of you go wash dishes in the kitchen, the other wash that pile of clothes."
Duan Yun: "???"
The Murong brothers: "???"
"Be quick about it, our Iron Blood Sect’s cultivation techniques don’t really require talent, but can still yield results. Once practiced to a certain level, one can strut proudly in the Martial World. You two obviously have promising futures, work hard." Seeing the two puzzled, Senior Brother Zhu explained.
In the afternoon, the two heroes were at work, one washing dishes, the other washing clothes.
Washing dishes, Duan Yun couldn’t help but complain: "I’ve heard of paying to work before, but this damn thing is paying to do hard labor."
Each of them paying a hundred taels of silver, he was here washing dishes, while the Murong brothers were over there washing smelly clothes and socks.
"Who the hell made this rule, I really want to kill his whole family." Duan Yun angrily said while washing.
The Murong brothers didn’t reply.
Because he was holding his breath.
The Iron Blood Sect’s people had such a strong odor, the clothes and socks were overwhelming even when soaked in water, burning the eyes and nose.
From his perspective, he could see within the Iron Blood Sect’s inner courtyard, disciples practicing their techniques.
Some had runes written on themselves in green blood, looking fierce, while others used knives to draw cut marks on themselves, practicing bloodletting.
The most common training was throwing blood into the eyes, with various methods, the most direct being throwing blood like darts, and those with agile techniques could even throw out strange circles, making it look like odd weapons.
This sect seemed interesting in fights, not afraid of bleeding; in fact, bleeding meant they were truly weaponized.
"Admire it. When you become inner sect disciples, you can also throw blood as you please."
At this moment, Senior Brother Zhu approached and said to the two.
"Later, go clean the front courtyard, then you can rest. Tomorrow, I’ll teach you the Qi and Blood Transferring Skill."
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At night, Duan Yun and the Murong brothers finally got to eat.
A group of outer sect disciples grabbed bowls to get food, only to find it was boiled greens and chicken as usual.
Seeing the bland food, the two, already filled with anger.
What made them even angrier was that the person serving the food, a large pock-marked man, would shake the ladle, emptying it of meat.
The only thing in the Murong brothers’ bowl besides greens was a chicken butt.
The usually mild-tempered Murong brothers couldn’t hold back anymore, biting into the chicken butt, he angrily said: "Is that big pockmark sick?"
Duan Yun saw the watery broth and said: "That pockmark handles the food, with his two hands, he can’t cook or serve food. I’m still growing, eating like this will surely stunt my growth."
As Duan Yun’s good partner, the Murong brothers immediately understood, eyes shining: "Leave this to me."
That night, the third elder’s brother-in-law, the pock-marked man, slipped into the latrine and broke both hands.
He recounted, when he suddenly got dizzy and fell headfirst into the pit, waking up not only with head injuries but also both hands broken.
This meant the pock-marked man couldn’t serve food for a while.
Though the food was still boiled vegetables, at least whoever was serving it wouldn’t shake it so crazily.
In the afternoon, Senior Brother Zhu gathered the six newly recruited outer sect disciples together, and said: "Do you feel our Iron Blood Sect’s food is tasteless?"
Duan Yun and the others remained silent.
Not speaking also expressed their attitude, dissatisfaction with the food.
Senior Brother Zhu smiled, saying: "The essence of our Iron Blood Sect can train blood to turn green. When the green blood appears, it allows for carnal pleasures and killing, a satisfying mix. This technique doesn’t require innate talent, but it is domineering; one has to eat light to avoid being overwhelmed by the practiced Qi-blood, understand?"
The Murong brothers couldn’t help but question: "Does that mean we’ll have to eat bland forever?"
Senior Brother Zhu sneered: "Not willing to pay even that small price? What’s the point of delicious food? If you can practice the ’Iron Blood Technique,’ the pleasure of being with women far surpasses eating rotten meat."
The most important thing is power!"
Although Duan Yun and the Murong brothers, being food enthusiasts, didn’t quite agree, the other outer sect members seemed to agree.
Two of them leered and uttered carnal words as if possessed.
"I fancy the older sister next door." One said with a sly grin.
The other responded: "I fancy the village belle from our village."
As they spoke, they laughed even more sinisterly.
Seeing this, Senior Brother Zhu displayed approval, as if teaching a talented student.
Duan Yun frowned slightly.
This was certainly not a technique issue; thinking of carnality before even beginning to practice was surely a mindset problem.
Those kinds of people are unworthy of martial arts practice.
That night, the two outer sect disciples with the problematic mindsets also fell in the latrine.
Unlike the pock-marked man, they did not break their hands, but one broke his manhood and the other smashed a testicle.
Now, any carnal thoughts would be impotent.
Seeing their injuries, the Iron Blood Sect, knowing they couldn’t do heavy work anymore, expelled them.
Of course, the entry fee was non-refundable.
In no time, the latrine became the most dangerous spot at the Iron Blood Sect, leading some to suspect it was haunted, given it was dug up from an old grave mound.
All of this credit went to the increasingly skilled Murong brothers.
Due to the ghost rumors, some Iron Blood Sect disciples preferred to relieve themselves in the wild at night instead of going to the latrine.
On the fourth day, after four days of promises, Zhu Dakai, the second senior brother, finally taught Duan Yun and the Murong brothers a Qi and Blood Transferring Method—"Blood Rushing Skill."
"This technique, for those with talent, shows results in ten days."
Unexpectedly, Duan Yun and the Murong brothers, rare cultivation geniuses, achieved results after practicing it only twice.
The Murong brothers, face flushed, said: "I feel like that thing in the crotch, and just saw a naked beauty, my entire being feels odd."
Indeed, he felt every part of him was in a state of fullness, unable to relax.
While practicing, Duan Yun sighed: "Truly a bizarre technique, definitely needs some adjustments!"
"Extraordinary wisdom, come forth!"