**Heh heh heh! Where do you think you're running, Outer Dao fiends?!**

On the way back with them, Duan Yun and Shen Ying asked around and discovered that the Three Corpses Way was actually quite traditional.

Daoism had always spoken of "attaining the Dao through Three Corpses Severance," and the Three Corpses Way truly followed this old-fashioned path.

It was like, in an age awash with material desires, where lightly clad women flaunted themselves everywhere, suddenly encountering an old-style beauty untouched by worldly affairs. No matter how one looked at it, it gave off a false, dreamlike feeling.

And the moment they returned to the Three Corpses Way's stronghold, Duan Yun realized that he had indeed guessed correctly.

The traditions here were all a facade!

The instant he and Shen Ying followed their new fellow disciples into a grand hall, a male Daoist reeking of sour stench suddenly rushed over and shouted at Duan Yun, "A Shi, you really came!"

"Please don't leave me!"

"How am I supposed to live without you!"

As he spoke, he performed a leaping carp and pounced through the air at Duan Yun.

Before Duan Yun could act, the senior brother beside him flew up and kicked him away with a bang.

"Don't be afraid, Junior Brother. His mind has been affected by the Three Corpses. He's actually perfectly normal otherwise."

Immediately afterward, a wave of manure stench drifted over. A Daoist was carrying two buckets of dung on his shoulders and dancing there, looking like he was performing some shamanic ritual.

The senior brother beside them hurried over and cursed, "Why did you carry out your midnight snack? Put it back!"

The Daoist glanced at his senior brother, then danced as he carried the dung buckets back.

The buckets were filled to the brim, and his dance movements were enormous, yet the manure inside sloshed violently