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Chapter 347: Young Hero's Furious Blaze Evil Scattered


The Martial World is vast and never lacks places rumored to be haunted.

Just like the graveyard outside Yuzhu Manor used to be constantly haunted, with tales of wandering scarecrows; yet after the Demon Slaying Conference and the Green Dragon Incident, many died during bloodshed, and the area became peaceful.

This Green Jade Ridge is also a haunted place, and from the reactions of people in the tavern, it certainly has its strange occurrences.

After all, on their journey, Duan Yun and Little Yin both noticed there were "tails" following them.

These "tails" likely included spies from the White Socks Sect, and more were curious Jianghu people looking on.

Everyone knows that where the Young Hero Duan goes, there is bound to be bloody turmoil that purifies heaven and earth, promising excitement to watch.

Yes, having debuted only two and a half years ago, Young Hero Duan has already stirred up quite a few major events, satisfying many bloodthirsty spectators.

He just committed a great crime in Qingzhou—no, he just violently cleansed Qingzhou of evil, and with some instigation, became the most dazzling figure on the scene.

If placed in a previous life, he would be a top reality star.

Duan Yun has become accustomed to this kind of high profile, like a firefly in the dark.

But strangely enough, as soon as they entered the forest of Green Jade Ridge, the followers disappeared.

This clearly indicates the possible presence of danger here.

As Jianghu people, how could anyone miss out on the spectacle?

If you don't even have the courage for this, how can you be a bloodthirsty audience member?

At this moment, a hidden Bloodthirsty Storyteller in the tavern looked at the direction Duan Yun was riding away with Little Yin and had already decided on the story title.

"Old Demon Duan fears Qingzhou experts, disregards the danger of the Snake Demon, and flees overnight!"

"This clearly proves the old demon is severely hurt!"

"Truly severely hurt!"

...

Within Green Jade Ridge, there are countless bamboo groves and cliffs.

Some bamboo roots are exposed out of the soil, twisting like worms.

As the sky darkens, the wind blows, and the bamboo grove rustles, reminiscent of countless snakes hissing.

The liquor-induced haze on Little Yin and Duan Yun's mind cleared significantly.

Even possessing formidable martial prowess, Duan Yun had to admit that deep-seated human fear always existed.

Honestly speaking, this bamboo cliff, with leaves piled on the ground, easily reminds him of scenes from horror movies.

More precisely, scenes from old zombie films.

As they continued walking, Duan Yun suddenly tugged on Little Yin's twin ponytails, looked up and said, "What's that?"

Little Yin followed his gaze upwards and saw something really placed on the cliffside, couldn't help but wonder, "A box?"

Duan Yun added, "I feel it's more like a treasure chest."

Though the chest was on the cliff, the height wasn't too high, and the branch of a nearby crooked-necked wild tree could even reach there.

This area is at the border between Qingzhou and Yu State, and this path is considered a shortcut to Yu State.

No one traverses this road at night, but during the day, quite a few do.

With such a big chest placed here, hasn't anyone pulled it down to take a look?

This reminded Duan Yun of the two times with boxes in water, so unsurprisingly, his curiosity rose again, like having an itch chased by a cat's claw.

Thus, Duan Yun said, "With such a big treasure chest, why hasn't anyone opened it."

Little Yin couldn't help but retort, "You also want to open this kind of box, what's wrong with you?"

Even though she's a newbie in the Martial World, Little Yin isn't completely ignorant. Even she knows such boxes generally can't be opened.

It's obvious there's a problem here!

Duan Yun asked, "You don't want to open it?"

"No." Little Yin replied decisively.

Duan Yun decisively said, "Then you open it."

This wasn't negotiation; it was command.

Even for her, as a mount, it was the master's task.

Little Yin cursed Duan Yun's family for eighteen generations in her heart, but still didn't dare defy her fate, climbed onto the tree, and prepared to move the treasure chest down.

As the crooked-necked tree's branch swayed, Little Yin, this oxen and horse, already carried the large chest down.

The chest itself was of excellent quality, likely made of nanmu wood, with finely carved peony patterns on it.

At this moment, Duan Yun rode back on Little Yin, signaling her to open the box.

Doing this for the first time, Little Yin felt an indescribable tension, saying, "Couldn't you be a little closer?"

Duan Yun said, "Getting closer would mean I'd be riding on your neck."

Little Yin looked back at his crotch area and said, "I don't mind, do you?"

"If you don't mind, why should I?"

With that said, Duan Yun was already riding on her neck.

Having someone so close, Little Yin felt like she was almost one with Old Demon Duan, hence gaining more security.

"Open it confidently, I'm here with my Dual Masters of Sword and Saber to protect you." Duan Yun encouraged.

The last time opening a chest remained just a memory, but the excitement with surprises from this kind of chest opening still lingered.

...

Normally, the nights at Green Jade Ridge are very eerie; only Duan Yun and Little Yin are fearless enough to be there.

But at this moment, there was one more person.

The Bloodthirsty Storyteller wanted to gather more dark stories about Old Demon Duan, so gritted his teeth and entered the mountains.

The sky hung with a pale moon, and within the bamboo grove, a bone-chilling cold permeated.

This storyteller had already peed twice, and felt the need again.

He's had back problems since childhood, with a reed tube inserted by the Divine Doctor from Jiangzhong Sect for leaking urine.

He shouldn't be working so hard, but to bring Old Demon Duan to ruin and for the honor of the Bloodthirsty Storytelling Sect, he was determined to continue.

After walking a bit more, the storyteller stopped, crouching behind a cluster of bamboo.

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