Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!-Chapter 1041 - 541: Martial World Rumors—The More Dangerous the Place, the Safer It Is (2)

Duan Yun shook his head and said, "I only know Daqianmen."

Daqianmen is a sect in Qingzhou renowned for its opium, which was previously not as famous as Yuxi Sect and Red Tower Mountain. However, after Duan Yun and the Murong brothers wreaked havoc on Yuxi Sect and Red Tower Mountain, Daqianmen rose to prominence, becoming the paramount sect in opium production.

As for Great Love Sect, Duan Yun truly hasn't heard of it.

Feng Ling'er looked at the letters and said, "According to the information we've received from below, our Heroic Land has seen the emergence of a sect like this, spreading their ideology of great love everywhere."

Duan Yun said, "As long as they follow the rules, there shouldn't be any problem."

Heroic Land does not hinder the development of Martial World forces, as long as they don't act recklessly. For instance, many sects known for conflict now focus on production, like construction, water management, and farming, making their presence felt everywhere.

This is among the reasons Heroic Land is becoming increasingly prosperous; even if the harvest is poor, starvation is unlikely.

The productive abilities of Martial Artists far exceed those of ordinary people.

Feng Ling'er frowned and said, "They do follow the rules, and where they spread their ideology, people do become more peaceful, extremely friendly, with excellent tempers, seemingly never engaging in conflict."

Duan Yun said, "Isn't that a good thing?"

Feng Ling'er shook her head and said, "Duan, where do you think the Heroic Wind is strongest in Heroic Land?"

These women occasionally call him Duan affectionately, and he has gotten used to it.

At worst, he'll marry them all in the future.

In these ancient times, having multiple wives doesn't pressure him much; the main issue now is that these women are quite stubborn, and none yield to the others.

After hearing Feng Ling'er's words, Duan Yun thought, "Naturally, our area has the strongest Heroic Wind."

This is the core region of Heroic Land, with them here, the hypocrites are certainly few.

Feng Ling'er continued, "Can we make everyone peaceful, with excellent temperaments, never engaging in conflict?"

Hearing this, Duan Yun gradually caught on.

Wherever there are people, there is Martial World. Even in Heroic Land, where Heroic Wind prevails, people ultimately have tempers, especially the martial artists, who easily get into fights.

Take just a few days ago when two people vied to escort a beautiful lady across the street, resulting in a fight with her husband and ensuing chaos.

And this is something they haven't achieved. For a sect to come and preach "great love," and then succeed?

Duan Yun frowned, pondering, "Unless the people of Great Love Sect possess Extraordinary Wisdom and skill, even surpassing mine, it's too difficult to completely control human nature."

Speaking of wisdom and skills exceeding his, that's entirely impossible.

This only suggests that the "great love" within has underlying issues.

Feng Ling'er said, "I think we need to investigate this sect."

Duan Yun nodded and said, "Yes, it is necessary."

At this moment, someone delivered another message outside.

Seeing this newly arrived letter, Feng Ling'er's delicate eyebrows furrowed.

Judging by her frown, it seemed like another troublesome matter.

Duan Yun poured her a cup of tea and asked, "What's wrong?"

Among the group of heroes at Yuzhu Manor, the most famous are certainly Duan Yun and the Murong brothers; even among the female knights, Feng Ling'er's reputation does not match the current Shen Ying.

In reality, she can be regarded as the brain of Yuzhu Manor.

The management of Wangchun City and major affairs in Heroic Land all pass through her hands, so Duan Yun serving her at this time makes sense.

She still felt Duan Yun's service wasn't sufficient, considering she had recently been using her brain a lot, leaving her legs sore, which should prompt Duan Yun to massage them.

Thus he would discover that she also wore stockings similar to Shen Ying's Nine Death Silkworm Silk.

Only hers were ink-colored.

But now she had no time to mind these things and said, "Little Yin and Wanwan went to Jianchuan City on patrol, but they should have returned several days ago. Not only have they not returned, but the knight communicating with them states they've lost contact."

Duan Yun raised his eyebrows and said, "Jianchuan City? Who there could hold them?"

Feng Ling'er said, "The most formidable there should be the Sword Sect from Ling Shan, with that Sect Master being quite a formidable individual."

Duan Yun's expression turned serious, "A formidable individual? So formidable as to dare not give respect?"

Originally here to ask Feng Ling'er to dinner, yet ended up encountering two troublesome matters.

Duan Yun said, "I'll go to Jianchuan City."

He intended to see what was going on.

...

In Sword Sect's dungeon, Tang Wanwan finished eating two chicken legs and drank a bowl of Angelica soup, unable to resist burping, saying, "The food here is too good; any more and I'll get fat."

Little Yin was eating braised pork, commenting while eating, "There's something different every day; the taste reveals a master chef."

Tang Wanwan and Little Yin had hidden in the dungeon and actually locked themselves in a cell, especially since their clothes were already filthy from fighting, making them look no different from other imprisoned criminals.

Primarily because those imprisoned here were mostly beautiful wives and daughters, the two happened to fit this description.

On the first day when meals were delivered, the disciple didn't notice anything unusual, only wondering why the kitchen had prepared two extra meals.

Afterwards, Tang Wanwan and Little Yin lived a life inside like pigs.

The two even developed the sense that being prisoners wasn't so bad.

While they were enjoying good food and drink in the cell, Great Love manager Lin Yu was plunged into self-doubt outside.

"How did they escape from Love Land?"

Previously, she preferred to call it the "City of Great Love," but now she leaned more towards "Love Land," as saying it repeatedly made "Heroic Land" sound more like a theft of their term.

Eventually, once Great Love Martial Venerate crushed the demons within Yuzhu Manor, there would be no "Heroic Land," only "Love Land."

Yet not finding traces of Tang Wanwan and Little Yin for a few days, Lin Yu began to doubt herself.

That day was supposed to be a trap; even if these two did indeed have exceptional skills and could escape, it shouldn't have been so understated.

"Understated, with no traces, wait a moment."

At this moment, Lin Yu couldn't help but look out the window.

Over these days, the "Sword Sect" internally self-checked, but not with much effort, as she instinctively felt the opponent had just escaped here; there was no reason to return.

Now it seems it might be possible.

Very possible.

At this moment, Great Love manager Lin Yu felt she had Extraordinary Wisdom, saying, "Come, investigate the sect thoroughly!"

Tang Wanwan and Little Yin had just eaten and drank their fill, currently planning to snooze a bit.

In these few days, any injuries they had were long healed; now, they ate well, slept well, feeling quite leisurely and pleased.

Suddenly, Little Yin crawled up to the ceiling like a spider, listening intently.

Tang Wanwan saw this and quickly became vigilant.

Afterwards, Little Yin descended and said, "There's suddenly a lot of people above, they must be starting to investigate here."

"Later, act accordingly, follow me and fight our way out."

If fighting is necessary today, it should be somewhat easier than before.

But Little Yin still couldn't be too confident.

If she were to rush out alone, it should be fine, but as a female knight, she couldn't possibly leave Tang Wanwan behind.

"Even if losing chastity, cannot lose righteousness," was what the Murong brothers once said, yet also reflects the spirit of Yuzhu Manor.

Tang Wanwan nodded, her expression serious.

At this moment, even she could hear footsteps approaching.

Along with the footsteps came a chilling song: "gentle, gentle, kiss you gently, gentle, gentle, hug you gently."

With a creak, the dungeon door was opened.

Tang Wanwan and Little Yin remained as usual, staying in the cell, looking just as relaxed as before.

Little Yin even yawned, sporting a lazy demeanor.

In reality, her muscles were already tightly tense, ready to erupt with terrifying strength at any time.

Tang Wanwan still maintained a sleepy posture, while her right hand quietly grasped the handle of the Thousand Machine Umbrella.