The Old Master Wants to Practice Stake Work Too

The Lu Estate's cook was highly skilled. Before long, a whole table of dishes had been prepared.

Duan Yun began eating, and he ate with great focus.

The food was delicious, and he truly was hungry.

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

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

That baby-faced, big-breasted demoness had at least let him have his fill of excitement.

But this also gave Duan Yun a rough understanding of his own strength.

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

That was obviously not enough. He was still far, far away from his goal of slaughtering all the filth in the human world.

After reaching Springwatch City, he still had to keep gathering martial arts manuals and rely on his one-in-ten-thousand cultivation talent and clever wisdom to keep strengthening himself.

The day he mastered them would be the day those dogs who raped and murdered suffered.

Thinking of this, Duan Yun could not help pouring down several more cups of wine, and a surge of heroic spirit rose within him.

Killing lunatic hags who murdered and raped really was exhilarating!

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

The next moment, everyone was dumbstruck.

That was because Duan Yun did not merely drink wine—he shot wine.

Wine sprayed from his fingers and soared high into the air.

Only someone of such talent and temperament could drink wine like this!

Yes, the previously seated One-Eyed Azure Dragon Monk, the male and female Daoists, and the Black man wearing gloves were now all standing at the side like underlings.

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

First, they did not quite dare. Duan Yun was someone who could slay 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 boundless!

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

Second, they were embarrassed.

After all, aside from One-Eyed Azure Dragon Monk, none of them had exchanged blows with that Netherworld-level Red Tower elder. They had not even touched her. At the time, all they had wanted was to flee.

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 did not wish to sit, Duan Yun did not force them. Eating was what mattered.

Only after eating one's fill could one live better, grow stronger, and enjoy life's beauty.

Or rather, eating itself was the most worthwhile pleasure in life.

As the saying went, "Whoring leaves one empty, gambling hedges against loss." When all was said and done, eating was still the most worthwhile pleasure.

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 and said, "In reply to Young Hero Duan, that is indeed the case."

"Since you're not eating, why don't you go rest and tend to your wounds?" Duan Yun asked.

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

That previously incomparably arrogant great monk had become exceedingly polite now, like an entirely different person.

If not for the transparent cover on his chest still scorching the eyes and continuously radiating 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 those Red Tower women. Saving you was merely a convenient act. I have nothing to instruct you to do. 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 shall remember my benefactor's teachings! From now on, Young Hero Duan is this Fayu Monk's elder brother!"

Duan Yun: "..."

He wanted to stop the man from casually acknowledging an elder brother, but the monk had already 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 also left, having been called away by One-Eyed Azure Dragon Monk.

He himself had not been able to continue currying favor. Did they think they were 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 had them deal with the corpse.

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

All one could say was that great heroes only needed to slay demons and exterminate evil; they had far more to consider.

Along the way, people had politely called Duan Yun "young hero" a few times, but today was the first time he truly received a young hero's treatment.

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

Even when sleeping at night, he was covered with a cashmere blanket. The clean, tidy room even carried the fragrance of sandalwood.

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

A young hero could not be corrupted by such low tastes!

In the morning, Duan Yun watched the eldest young master call one of last night's maidservants "Sixth Madam," and only then learned that one of the women who had offered to bathe him was not a maidservant at all, but Lord Lu's sixth wife!

The head of the household's wife coming to bathe him—rich families really knew how to play.

It sounded thrilling, but it did not suit a respectable 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. After tidying himself up, he will come see you."

The "maidservant," the young madam, looked at him and curtsied, her eyes glowing with springtime allure.

This woman.

Before long, a listless old man hobbled in on a cane. The instant he saw Duan Yun, he tried to kneel and kowtow.

Duan Yun hurriedly supported him.

After that came the important business of collecting the silver.

"The reward stated six hundred taels of silver. For the moment, 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," Lord Lu said with a sincere expression.

From six hundred to eight hundred, with an extra pair of jade discs of unknown value thrown in—Lord Lu was quite sensible.

"Easy enough, easy enough!"

Killing Red Tower lunatic hags felt good, and taking silver notes felt good too. Duan Yun only felt that he was walking an incomparably righteous path, and his mood was excellent.

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

Unable to persuade him to stay, Lord Lu wore a troubled expression. "Young Hero Duan, I have a little problem. I beg Young Hero to 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.

Lord Lu walked to Duan Yun's side and lowered his voice. "I am not afraid of Young Hero laughing at me. After that demoness harmed this old man, I have become completely incapable. Yet I still have eight wives. What am I to do?"

Duan Yun: "..."

This old man had gotten so unlucky this time because he had gone after women and ended up with a lunatic hag.

With one foot already in the grave, how could he still be so unable to break free from base desires?

Seeing the yearning in the man's eyes, Duan Yun answered, "You really did ask the right person about this. 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!"

Lord Lu was instantly overjoyed.

Duan Yun casually left behind a copy of the Lunar Essence Stake Method for nourishing yin and strengthening yang, then departed in a carefree manner.

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

Once he mastered it, he could go rape some more young women.

Yes, Lord Lu forcing women into marriage was actually him being kind-hearted, because he had developed feelings. As for the young girls he usually played with, there was hardly any difference from rape.

Ordinary women were tossed aside after being raped, like torn rags.

Aside from the time he had encountered a Red Tower demoness and his boat had capsized in the gutter, Lord 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 inside and out!