Little Yin asked curiously, "Whose blood is that?"

"Kid, stay out of this!"

"Hmph!"

"Daring to disgust this Young Hero with suspicious blood, it might be spreading a virus, and on top of that selling overpriced melons to disrupt the market. The Frost Blood Pavilion must be investigated urgently!" Duan Yun analyzed.

Little Yin looked at him and felt like the familiar Old Demon Duan was back, saying, "But you said the Great Medicine and the Dusk Temple issues are also urgent."

Duan Yun glanced at her, speaking earnestly, "Now you know how rotten this place is, and how busy it is to be a Young Hero."

"It seems Lingshui City needs a good cleansing."

Saying this, he stuffed the booklet into his pocket.

In Little Yin's eyes, Duan Yun didn't seem exhausted from being "so busy" but rather excited.

Yes, she confirmed once more, Old Demon Duan has an "extermination syndrome."

He wouldn't feel comfortable if he didn't wipe out a sect every couple of days!

Honestly, she just thought that Frost Blood Pavilion's melons were overpriced, whether ordinary people got sick didn't matter, did it?

Just like those buyers of melons said, getting the same sickness as the fairies, even if it led to death, was worth it.

Anyway, as long as martial arts experts like them didn't get sick, it was fine.

...

Lingshui City is indeed quite bustling.

At least it's livelier than Lishui Town.

By this time, it was almost dark, but there were still many people on the city streets.

Various vehicles were hauling grains and watermelons, coming and going, and there were also many vendors by the roadside.

These vendors sold everything; Duan Yun and Little Yin even saw a vendor selling a wife.

The sign selling the wife and daughter read — "Selling my beloved wife in tears, just for fairy melons. I can't live without the melons!"

Earlier in the melon fields, Duan Yun heard someone say they sold their wife to buy melons; he thought they were bragging, but as soon as they entered the city, they saw a real example.

Duan Yun stood in front of the stall, where the man had bloodshot eyes and said excitedly, "Sir, buy my wife. We just married half a year ago, half is new."

Duan Yun asked, "Is the fairy melon better than your wife? What happens if you don't eat it?"

"Without eating, I can't live. Anyway, the taste is extraordinary, like floating, an ethereal sensation that you wouldn't understand. In my heart, there's only the fairy now. Without eating their blood melons, I can't go on!"

"Please buy my wife."

His wife heard this and couldn't help but sob.

"Why are you crying! Your makeup's smudged, how will I sell you?"

Listening to his description, Duan Yun couldn't help but think, "Why does it sound like addiction?"

Though the blood melon is sweet, he didn't feel the urge as strongly.

Duan Yun couldn't understand it at that moment and moved on.

Yes, these blood melons definitely have a problem.

The man was similar to those earlier melon buyers, with bloodshot eyes, looking both weary and manic.

No, he was likely the worst case he'd seen.

Duan Yun glanced down the street, noticing more than one or two people with bloodshot eyes.

How many people had fallen for this?

In that moment, Duan Yun suddenly realized how malicious this world, this Martial World, truly was.

In the past, he was kicked around like a ball by the Xuanxiong Gang disciples in Lishui City, finding it difficult, relying solely on his Extraordinary Wisdom to get through.

And now he realized, Lingshui City was even harder.

For ordinary people, pitfalls were everywhere.

Yes, standing here, he could already smell the medicinal aroma when he unleashed "Jade Sword."

If they weren't turning into Great Medicine, they were getting sick from blood watermelons; the place looked lively but was more hellish than his hometown ever was.

In comparison, dealing with temper-tantrum children seemed almost trivial.

This was just the tip of the iceberg; who knows how many Evil Demons lurked beneath?

Indeed, they weren't far from the Dusk Temple, where Evil Monks gathered.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the crowd behind.

Duan Yun and Little Yin followed the excitement, only to find that the wife-selling man's wife had been taken.

"Silver! What silver! Wang Sishui here only likes to freeload!"

"Take her away!"

The wife-selling man wailed witnessing this, "Lord Sishui! Just one tael, just one tael of silver, I just want half a melon! Just half!"

"Get lost!"

The bodyguard kicked him, and the man flew like a football, unable to get up for a while.

The bystanders stretched their necks to watch the spectacle, some even applauding with blank expressions.

Seeing this scene, Duan Yun thought of his past self.

These people were so unreasonable; it was too hard for ordinary people to survive.

With a muffled "thud," like a butcher's knife sinking into meat, it echoed with a heavy sound.

Wang Sishui, who had just snatched someone's wife, was about to open his mouth, when he heard such a sound.

Instinctively lowering his head, he saw a blood blossom blooming on his chest.

At some point, there was a blood hole through his chest, from back to front, bleeding out.

His followers noticed, panicking, "Lord Shui, blood, blood."

Wang Sishui, after all, was an old riverside who had survived so long by freeloading, relying not just on connections but on tactics.

Waving his hand, he said, "Don't panic! I just need to press Quchi and Jigong acupoints, and the blood will stop immediately."

As soon as he spoke, pressing his fingers on those acupoints, the gushing blood did indeed stop.

"It stopped!"

"Lord Shui is amazing!"

As his followers praised, suddenly, hissing sounds erupted again.

His follower screamed, "Lord Shui, you're bleeding from your butt and shoulders!"

"Ah~~~~"

Turning his head, Wang Sishui found three more blood holes on his shoulders and buttocks, blood gushing out.

"Don't panic, I just need to—"

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Before he could finish, several more blood holes appeared, spraying blood everywhere.

From a distance, he seemed to be bleeding all over.

By this point, Wang Sishui fell to the ground, screaming in panic, "Who unleashed the Sword Qi?"

"I'm from the Axe Gang! Who unleashed the Sword Qi?"

"We have no grievances, calm down!"

Suddenly, Wang Sishui heard a voice — "Your freeloading is unreasonable."

Stunned, Wang Sishui replied, "What's unreasonable about it! I've done this for years! After I play with such women, I always give them up to the gang, never keeping them!"

This sentence was instinctively blurted out in fear, and Wang Sishui regretted it immediately.

He shouldn't have been so sincere!

Over years of strutting here, he'd momentarily forgotten to be evasive.

Today, he met a master.

When facing such a master, first you should concede, then find brothers to slaughter his family.

Wang Sishui quickly said, "I was wrong..."

With three sharp puffs, the sounds were clear, even deafening.

These three Sword Qi pierced through his head, with the last one even passing through his right ear.

Wang Sishui toppled sideways, hitting the ground with a thud. Even as a Martial Artist at the Qi Sea Realm peak with more Life Force than an ordinary person, he couldn't get up again.

He was the most loyal dog of the Axe Gang's boss, who had a Fire Spirit Evil God backing him, and he couldn't fathom anyone daring to act against him here.

Who would be so bold?

Huh?

He couldn't understand, and so he died.

"Ah!"

"Lord Shui!"

"Something happened to Lord Shui!"

"Lord Shui is dead!"

Only then did the crowd let out piercing screams, fleeing in terror as if the real human was the one who just died.

And as if the man kicked away earlier, who hadn't gotten up since, wasn't human.

Little Yin looked on at this scene and said, "Isn't this too high-profile?"

Duan Yun replied, "In this shitty place, how does a Young Hero resist taking action?"

Suddenly, a loud cracking sound echoed.

In the sky, a firework ignited.

The firework exploded in the air, forming the shape of a red axe.

Someone noticed and screamed, "It's the Blood Axe!"

"The Axe Gang is gathering for a kill!"

"Run!"

Immediately, everyone on the street, men, women, children, the old and the weak, all ran like the wind, creating gusts as they fled.

Little Yin, seeing this, said, "Seems like you've stirred up trouble."

If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.