Got the Guts to Turn Me into a Woman! (Please Keep Reading)

That afternoon, Duan Yun went to Jade Town to stock up on supplies.

He was not Murong Brothers, lying there without eating, drinking, or even relieving himself.

He had to eat. He had to live a normal life.

These past few days, thanks to him being a human weed cutter, Jade Pearl Manor had undergone some new changes.

Especially the backyard—after his Body-Breaking Sword Qi had swept through it, it no longer felt ghostly and sinister, as if ghosts were hiding in every clump of grass. Instead, it had begun to feel a little like a vast lawn.

Having a big courtyard in a house really was satisfying.

You could practically race horses in it.

That had worked out well for Little Gray. No horses were running around the manor, but the donkey certainly was.

Thinking that his Toe Sword had reached great mastery today, and that he should try currying favor with Murong Brothers to see if he could get his hands on "Twelvefold Spring Rain," Duan Yun bought himself a generous spread of food and drink.

He bought two jin of crispy roast pork belly from the roast meat shop alone, then two roast ducks afterward. Naturally, there was no shortage of wine.

The roast meat seller was called Old Chen. A high-EQ way of putting it was that he had an honest-looking face; speaking plainly, he was rather ugly.

In truth, the food in his roast meat shop did not look very appealing either, blackened and grimy-looking. Yet its flavor was undeniably good, rich with smoky fragrance.

There were other customers in the shop at the moment.

The two customers were discussing rumors of ghosts haunting the mine tunnels in Jade Town.

"Don't go there just for a little jade scrap. Old Brother Zhang went inside a few days ago and still hasn't come out. The day before yesterday, he appeared in his family's dreams and said ghosts had caught him and were skinning him alive."

"That place is heavy with yin energy. Who knows how many people were buried in that mine back then? Who would go there if they had any sense?"

"It isn't just the mine tunnels. Our lake isn't peaceful either. Last month, someone went fishing and ended up getting eaten by a carp."

"Eaten by a carp? How big would that carp have to be? A carp spirit?"

"Of course. But the strangest place is still that grave-covered hill. Someone put up straw figures there, and they say those things keep changing positions. Last month, when I went to pay respects at my father's grave, I felt that something was off."

"Ah, our town is neither loved by grandma nor favored by uncle. Nothing but bizarre happenings around here. That's just how it is."

Listening to all these rumors and gossip, Duan Yun found the town rather interesting for a moment.

At first, he had thought Jade Pearl Manor was haunted.

As it turned out, it really was haunted.

By a lazy ghost.

On his way back, Duan Yun did not see the rumored carp spirit. Instead, he saw that chest again.

Whether it was the chest in the waters of Clear Tea Market Lake or this one in the emerald lake, they truly resembled seductive sluts in transparent gauze, tempting him every moment of every day.

Damn it, what was inside this chest now?

Though he had been fooled once, Duan Yun was still curious. This time, however, he abandoned any thought of dragging the thing out and went straight back.

When he returned to the manor, Duan Yun saw Murong Brothers half-lying against the steps.

This was the first time in so many days that he had seen him outside rather than sleeping on the mat indoors.

Duan Yun could not help saying, "You actually came out? Now that's rare."

"I merely came out to look at my pets."

"Pets? You have pets?"

"Of course I have pets. Unfortunately, my pets are dead."

Duan Yun asked in confusion, "How did they die?"

"They were killed by someone." Murong Brothers looked at him as he spoke.

Duan Yun blinked, his gaze crystal clear. "The person you're talking about wouldn't happen to be me, would it?"

"Is there anyone else here?" Murong Brothers countered.

"What exactly were your pets?" Duan Yun asked.

"Two Jade Spiders brought back from the Western Regions. They were very obedient and only liked spinning silk indoors. The Jade Silk spun by the male and female spiders was made into textiles and often sent to the imperial palace as tribute," Murong Brothers stated.

Duan Yun raised a brow. "Then I really did kill them."

"You actually dare admit it."

"What, are you going to avenge them? Perfect. Let me see your Twelvefold Spring Rain."

Rather than backing down, Duan Yun became excited.

Yet at that moment, Murong Brothers abruptly changed the subject. "Don't be like that. They were only two spiders. You bought quite a lot of braised meat today. Oh, and you got the right Green Bamboo Wine. The bamboo on the grave hill behind us grows out of burial mounds, black and thick. Nothing could be more suitable for brewing wine."

Duan Yun asked doubtfully, "You're not taking revenge anymore?"

"No. Moving is too tiring. Just compensate me with some wine to drink." Murong Brothers spoke lazily.

Hearing that, Duan Yun could not help wondering, "Why do I feel like those Jade Spiders were fake, just two ordinary large spiders? You only said all that because you wanted some wine."

Murong Brothers sighed with feeling, "Who would have thought that despite being so young and newly entering the martial world, you would be this clever?"

"Don't worry, I'll only take one sip."

"You can drink wine, and you can eat meat too. Trade me a manual for it," Duan Yun said.

Murong Brothers shook his head. "Brother Duan, my dear man, however you slice it, we're not just friends—we're neighbors too. You've seen what this blade technique has brought me. I don't want to harm you."

Duan Yun thought about it. "All right."

As he spoke, he took a swig of wine and tossed the bottle toward Murong Brothers.

He deliberately threw it wide.

Murong Brothers' body skimmed along the ground, and the wine bottle landed steadily on his chest.

When he opened his mouth, the wine flew into it again.

Having drunk Duan Yun's wine, Murong Brothers did not want to take advantage of him for nothing. "Other than blade techniques, I can teach you anything. This wine-drinking techni—"

Before he could finish, he froze.

Duan Yun extended a finger and shot out a stream of liquid.

One sniff was enough for him to know that it was wine.

There was another master here?

He had considered drinking wine while lying down and sucking it in an ultimate technique, yet this fellow could shoot wine from his finger!

At that moment, Duan Yun said, "You don't understand. The feeling of drinking wine is far inferior to shooting it. Shooting wine is much more satisfying than drinking it."

Hearing that, even Murong Brothers, lazy beyond compare, became curious. "How satisfying?"

"There's a saying: a wife is not as good as a concubine, a concubine is not as good as stealing, and stealing is not as good as failing to steal. The difference between drinking wine and shooting wine is even greater than the difference between a wife and failing to steal." Duan Yun praised himself extravagantly.

A trace of emotion appeared in Murong Brothers' usually empty eyes.

Duan Yun continued, "Want to learn? You can use—"

"I don't want to learn."

"Hm?"

"I'm too lazy to learn."

Duan Yun: "..."

He still did not give up and went on, "Once I master this finger technique, I won't just be able to shoot wine—I'll be able to shoot people too, and even nourish yin and strengthen yang!"

He believed no man could refuse the temptation of shooting wine, shooting people, and nourishing yin and strengthening yang.

Unfortunately, Murong Brothers was not a normal man.

Lying there, he suddenly stopped moving, as though he had remembered some painful past.

"Nourish yin and strengthen yang, nourish yin and strengthen yang... If I hadn't wanted to leave myself an intact corpse, I would have cut off my bird and made the wise choice back when my father fell ill."

Murong Brothers gazed at the sky, his tone sorrowful. "Sigh, if I were a woman, perhaps I wouldn't have so much pain."

Afterward, he returned the wine flask to Duan Yun and curled back up on his mat.

Before this—before the talk of nourishing yin and strengthening yang—Duan Yun had briefly felt that this man wanted to live.

Because he had sensed the breath of a living person from him, the desires of a living person.

But once nourishing yin and strengthening yang had been mentioned, he felt that Murong Brothers had turned back into a "living dead man."

His good intentions had really backfired!

Duan Yun felt somewhat guilty and frustrated, and could not help asking, "What will it take for you to move on and let me learn your blade technique?"

"Aren't you surnamed Duan? Unless you can bring that Old Devil of the Duan Clan here and turn me into a woman."

As though deliberately making things difficult for him, or wanting him to retreat in the face of difficulty, Murong Brothers answered faintly.

Duan Yun immediately felt as though he had suffered a heart attack and could not help complaining, "I'm Old Devil Duan, but I really can't do that!"

I fucking only know how to nourish yin and strengthen yang!