Training Stake Techniques

The cooks of the Lu Estate were highly professional. Before long, they had laid out a whole table of dishes.

Duan Yun began to eat, and he ate with great seriousness.

The food was delicious, and he truly was hungry.

After slaying the Red Tower demoness, he was in high spirits, and his appetite had opened wide as well.

It had been a long time since he had killed so satisfyingly.

That demoness with the childlike face and massive breasts had at least let him have his fill of excitement.

Yet it also gave Duan Yun a rough understanding of his own strength.

He was only a little stronger than that elder demoness from the Red Tower.

That was clearly not enough—far, far from enough for his goal of wiping out all the filth in the human world.

Once he reached Springwatch City, he would still need to keep gathering martial arts manuals, relying on his one-in-ten-thousand cultivation talent and clever mind to continue strengthening himself.

The day he mastered them would be the day those dogs who raped and killed would suffer.

At that thought, Duan Yun could not help downing several more cups of wine, his heroic spirit surging.

Killing these madwomen who killed and raped really was satisfying!

In the eyes of One-Eyed Azure Dragon Monk and the others, his bearing as a "young hero" became even more bold and towering.

The next moment, everyone was dumbstruck.

That was because Duan Yun did not know how to drink wine—he shot it.

Wine sprayed from his fingers, flying high into the air.

Only a person of such talent could drink wine like this!

Indeed, One-Eyed Azure Dragon Monk, the male and female Daoists, and the black man wearing gloves, all of whom had been sitting before, were now standing at the side like underlings.

Duan Yun had invited them to eat with him, but they refused.

First, they did not quite dare. After all, Duan Yun was someone capable of killing a Red Tower elder. His strength was at least in the Netherworld Realm. The martial world revered the strong, and someone like him could already command a medium-sized sect. More importantly, Young Hero Duan was still so young. His talent was astonishing, and his future limitless!

If they could have found a way in, they might even have wanted to acknowledge Young Hero Duan as their "adoptive father."

Second, they felt ashamed.

When all was said and done, aside from One-Eyed Azure Dragon Monk, none of them had exchanged blows with that Red Tower elder at the Mystic Penetration level. They had not even touched her. At the time, all they had wanted was to run.

In the future, only One-Eyed Azure Dragon Monk would likely be able to boast, "I joined forces with Hero Duan to slay a Red Tower elder!"

Since they would not sit, Duan Yun did not force them. Eating was more important.

Only after eating one's fill could one better stay alive, grow stronger, and enjoy life's beauties.

Or rather, eating itself was the most cost-effective enjoyment in life.

As the saying went, "Whoring leaves one empty, gambling cancels itself out." When all was said and done, eating was the most worthwhile enjoyment.

Halfway through the meal, Duan Yun could not help saying to One-Eyed Azure Dragon Monk, who stood there like an underling, "Monk, you're injured."

The monk gritted his teeth. "In reply to Young Hero Duan, that is indeed so."

"Since you aren't eating, why not go rest and treat your injuries?" Duan Yun asked.

"Young Hero saved this poor monk's life. This poor monk wishes to see whether Young Hero has any instructions."

The arrogant great monk from before had now become exceedingly polite, as though he were a completely different person.

If not for the transparent cover over his chest still being such an eye-searing sight, continuously emitting spiritual pollution, Duan Yun might have thought he was someone else.

This monk was more fickle than a woman.

Duan Yun shook his head. "I already had a grudge against the Red Tower women. Saving you was merely something I did in passing. I have no instructions. Just tend to your injuries properly, and don't go around cursing people in the future."

Hearing that Duan Yun actually cared about his injuries, One-Eyed Azure Dragon Monk was instantly moved!

The young hero has me in his heart!

"I will bear my benefactor's teachings in mind! From now on, Young Hero Duan shall be this Monk Fayu's elder brother!"

Duan Yun: "..."

He wanted to stop the monk from randomly claiming him as an elder brother, but the monk limped away.

It was clear that he truly was badly injured.

The two Daoists and the black man, who had wanted to come curry favor with him, left as well. One-Eyed Azure Dragon Monk had called them away.

Even he had not been able to keep currying favor. Were they worthy?

Intimidated by the monk's abilities, the few of them could only leave.

There was no helping it. The monks of Ironwater Temple were famously petty.

Afterward, the monk even ordered them to deal with the corpse.

Though the Red Tower elder's body had been chopped into eight pieces, they still needed to grind her bones to ashes and bury them somewhere deserted.

All one could say was that heroes only needed to slay demons and vanquish evil. Others had much more to consider.

Along his journey, Duan Yun had been politely called a young hero several times, but today was the first time he truly received the treatment of one.

Twelve dishes and three soups—this was the treatment a young hero received after slaying demons and vanquishing evil.

Even when he slept that night, he was covered with a cashmere blanket. The clean and tidy room was even filled with sandalwood incense.

Before he slept, two very gentle and beautiful young maidservants had even offered to bathe him, but he refused.

A young hero could not be corrupted by such vulgar pleasures!

The next morning, when Duan Yun saw the young master in the hall calling one of last night's maidservants "Sixth Lady," he finally learned that one of the people who had offered to bathe him was not a maidservant at all, but Master Lu's sixth wife!

The family head's wife had come to bathe him. Wealthy households really knew how to play.

It sounded thrilling, but it did not suit an upright man like him.

Upon seeing Duan Yun, the Lu Family's eldest young master hurried over and said warmly, "Young Hero Duan, the old master has awakened. Once he tidies himself up, he will come see you."

The "maidservant," the young madam, looked at him and curtsied, spring in her eyes.

This woman.

Before long, an old man with no spirit in him hobbled in on a cane. At his first sight of Duan Yun, he tried to kneel and kowtow.

Duan Yun hurriedly supported him.

After that came the proper business of collecting the silver.

"The reward offered six hundred taels of silver. For now, this old man can produce eight hundred taels, along with a pair of jade discs of fairly good quality. I hope Young Hero will not find them beneath your notice." Master Lu spoke with utter sincerity.

Six hundred had risen to eight hundred, and there was even a pair of jade discs of unknown value. Master Lu was quite sensible.

"Easy enough, easy enough!"

Slaying the Red Tower Madwoman had felt good, and taking the banknotes felt good too. Duan Yun only felt that he was walking an incomparably correct path, and his mood was excellent.

Since the matter had already been settled, he naturally intended to leave.

Unable to persuade him to stay, Master Lu showed a troubled expression. "Young Hero Duan, I have a small problem. I ask that Young Hero offer me some guidance."

"Go on."

Thinking of the silver and jade discs the other party had given him, Duan Yun was especially easy to talk to for the moment.

Master Lu stepped close to Duan Yun and said in a low voice, "I am not afraid of Young Hero laughing at me. After that demoness harmed this old man, I have become completely incapable. But I still have eight wives. What am I to do?"

Duan Yun: "..."

This old man had suffered such misfortune because he had gone after women and ended up with a madwoman.

Half-buried in the grave already, yet he still could not break free from such base desires.

Seeing the longing in his eyes, Duan Yun answered, "You really have come to the right person. I have a stake method that nourishes yin and replenishes yang. If you can learn it, you should be able to recover.

But whether you can learn it depends on your comprehension."

"Many thanks, Young Hero! Many thanks, Young Hero!"

Master Lu was instantly beside himself with joy.

Duan Yun casually left behind a copy of the Lunar Essence Stake Method, which nourished yin and strengthened yang, then departed in a carefree manner.

Master Lu stared weakly at the stake method manual, his eyes shining.

Once he mastered it, he could rape some young women again.

Indeed, Master Lu's forcible marriages were actually acts of kindness; they meant he had taken a liking to them. As for the young girls he merely played with, there was little difference between that and rape.

Ordinary women were discarded after he raped them, like torn rags.

Apart from the time he had met a Red Tower demoness and suffered a shipwreck in a gutter, Master Lu had always done things this way. It could be called his fine tradition.

Once he mastered it, this fine tradition could continue!

Mm, from now on, whenever this old master raped or forcibly married women, he would only choose those whose backgrounds he knew well!