Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!-Chapter 1034 - 538: No One Understands Moonlight Better Than Me! No One Understands Death Energy Better Than Me! Not Even Old Demon Duan!

"Where is my junior sister! Answer me!"

"My junior sister was fine when I left; how could she suddenly disappear?"

Little Huzi grabbed Jiang Dada's collar, demanding an answer.

Jiang Dada sat there in a daze and said, "You saw it too. Our Great River Sect was attacked by enemies. Half of our disciples died tragically. I thought Ping'er could avoid this disaster since she wasn't in the sect last night, but who would've thought... wu wu wu."

As he spoke, he began to cry, and his sobbing was so heartrendingly delicate that Little Huzi couldn't bring himself to blame him. He even had an impulse to hug and comfort him.

After all, from a young age, he cared not whether it was a man or a woman.

If it weren't for his junior sister, he might have taken both.

Little Huzi sighed and said, "I'm not blaming you, but just who did you offend?"

At this moment, even Little Huzi was feeling a bit afraid.

After all, everyone knew this area was backed by the Great River Sect, yet someone dared to attack, which showed the opponent wasn't simple.

Just then, Jiang Dada looked at him and asked, "Senior brother, do you know how my junior sister and our disciples died?"

Little Huzi's expression froze, and he asked, "How did they die?"

"It was as if their heads were stuffed with explosives and then blown apart, looking like a beehive," Jiang Dada described.

Upon hearing this, Little Huzi felt both disgusted and horrified.

"And when they died, they all wrote two words in blood," Jiang Dada murmured.

"What two words?"

"Great Love."

"Great Love?"

"Senior brother, have you ever heard of the Great Love Martial Venerate?" Jiang Dada pressed on.

At this moment, looking at Jiang Dada's somewhat deranged appearance made Little Huzi's skin crawl, and he replied, "Never heard of it."

Jiang Dada spoke faintly, "You'll find out soon enough."

Saying this, he gazed outside.

Today was an overcast and rainy day. With the mourning hall set here, white banners and papers hung around, giving off an eerie atmosphere.

Little Huzi's hair stood on end; he couldn't help but glance outside, but saw no one.

"Senior brother, why are you looking outside?" Jiang Dada asked.

Little Huzi's eyes flickered, "I see it's getting late; you should take care and manage your grief."

With that, he intended to leave.

But just then, Jiang Dada suddenly sat down.

Behind him was only a red lacquered coffin.

The coffin that held his wife, Li Ping'er.

He sat on the coffin, appearing disrespectful but, in Little Huzi's eyes, strangely domineering.

Little Huzi had never seen Jiang Dada so powerful before.

Suddenly, a strong sense of fear welled up in his heart.

Jiang Dada looked at him coldly, "Call me 'Great Love Martial Venerate,' senior brother."

Cold sweat broke out on Little Huzi, but he forced himself to stay calm, saying, "What madness is this?"

"Call me 'Great Love Martial Venerate.'" Jiang Dada reiterated, his voice carrying an undeniable authority.

"I..." Little Huzi opened his mouth but couldn't find words.

"Too late. There are no chances for you."

"Senior brother, do you know what the martial arts of the Great Love Martial Venerate are?"

Jiang Dada asked coldly, looking at him.

"What is it? I don't know," Little Huzi replied, sensing danger and retreating.

Jiang Dada said, "It's boom boom boom boom."

Saying this, Jiang Dada made firecracker-like sounds with his mouth.

"What 'boom boom boom boom,' " Little Huzi questioned cautiously.

"Boom boom boom, just boom boom boom boom."

At that moment, Jiang Dada stood up, suddenly turned around, showing him his back.

Among martial artists, especially when conflict is imminent, it's taboo to show your back to your enemy.

But this is exactly what Jiang Dada, the Sect Leader of the Great River Sect, did.

And as Little Huzi glanced up, the first thing he noticed was Jiang Dada's rear.

When did this guy's butt become so round, so perky?

Suddenly, Little Huzi realized that wasn't the point.

He knew something was wrong with Jiang Dada, so his eyes narrowed, and he rotated the jade ring on his ring finger.

This jade ring was a concealed weapon he commissioned from the Tang Sect, containing "Three Thousand Threads" of poison needles, deadly fast, instantly poisoning the enemy upon contact.

But at the moment the Three Thousand Threads emerged, a series of "boom boom boom" explosions were heard as Jiang Dada's pants burst apart, along with Little Huzi's head.

He felt as if his face was full of holes, with hot air flowing through them, and couldn't feel the "Three Thousand Threads" puncturing his face.

Because underneath that piece of his face, there was no flesh left.

"Senior brother, now you know how my junior sister died, don't you?" Jiang Dada said, facing him with his pristine white rear.

"Ah!"

At dusk, in the rainy weather, a piercing scream echoed through the mourning hall.

The next day, the Great River Sect's plaque was replaced, with a new plaque taking its place—"Great Love Sect."

...

Late at night, a man with disheveled hair stood atop a mountain, overlooking the Great River Sect's premises below.

He wore white robes, and under the moonlight, he seemed even more radiant than Moonlight itself.

He sniffed slightly, sighing, "Pure Yang Death Energy, it's truly flavorful."

"It's been a long reunion; this mortal world has become much more interesting," he said, rubbing his palms and looking at the moon.

Back then, he said the world was round and moonlight was just the sun's reflection, a statement seen as heretical, leading to his demise at the hands of others. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

No one knew he had mastered the "Nine Death Silkworm · Apex" Divine Skill, and thus, he returned once more.

And so, the Sect Hierarch of the Wangxian Sect, Wang Yue, began to reexamine the mortal world like a curious child.

As Wang Yue examined, he indeed found something amusing.

He discovered that the world saw an increase of fallen individuals, and the reason for their downfall was their practice of a swordsmanship that absorbed Moonlight.