Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!-Chapter 1087 - 564: The Truth Is the Sharpest Blade

Mahui Town, the cold wind is biting.

Especially at night, it's so cold here that people almost forget about desires, wanting only to burrow under their blanket without leaving any gap.

Because if there's a gap, the cold wind will creep in and make waves inside, leaving one feeling tormented.

But at this time, Ziyu, or rather, Green Jade, could not sleep.

How could anyone sleep at a time like this!

She originally wanted to rush back, since that would create a three-against-two situation, giving them the advantage, but she worried Duan Yun couldn't find the way.

So she could only wait here.

Waiting anxiously.

The messenger pigeon house should have been noisy with the cooing of pigeons, but because all the pigeons had been released, it was eerily quiet.

She wondered how far the mahjong game had progressed. Even if Duan Yun was fast, it would likely be tomorrow before he arrived. She wondered if the Murong brothers and Ning Qing could hold out.

Thinking the three heroes, confident and seemingly invincible, would face such circumstances was unimaginable.

There was something strangely sinister about that object on the moon.

Just then, her ears suddenly perked up.

It was because she heard the sound of something slicing through the air.

The sound seemed to carry the power of wind and thunder, clearly audible to her.

Nobody but a master could create such a sound.

As she pushed the door open, there was a thud, and two figures descended from the sky.

Duan Yun stood in the courtyard, panting, with a sallow-faced man beside him.

The man was rigid, his hair in disarray as if it had been blasted by firecrackers.

It was because Duan Yun had flown so quickly and fiercely that he could only be carried along in flight.

If not for Duan Yun infusing him with Protective Body True Qi, he might have been blown away completely.

At that moment, the man spat out the words "We're here!" and then staggered.

Duan Yun gave him a push, and he flew into the room, landing softly on an empty bed.

When he landed, the wooden bed, hard as it was, seemed to become as soft as cotton, making no sound at all.

In an instant, the man fell asleep, snoring evenly.

The man who guided the way was asleep, but Duan Yun could not rest yet.

He exhaled deeply, came before Ziyu, and said, "Let's go."

"Go!"

In the next moment, Duan Yun and Ziyu flew out like a gust of wind.

The newly-awakened servant boy at the pigeon house exclaimed, "Immortals? Monsters?"

Ziyu was carried by Duan Yun in a mad dash.

Initially, she wanted to run alongside Duan Yun, as he had been running for so long while she was fully rested.

However, at this point, she could only hold onto Duan Yun's neck, pressing her heart against his back with all her might.

Only this way could she avoid being lifted like a kite.

In fact, Duan Yun's running style was similar to hers, with great strides and a high frequency.

But the opponent was becoming faster and faster, making her seriously doubt if this was a human feat.

Ahead appeared a road twisting like a snake.

Duan Yun asked, "Do you want to go up there?"

Ziyu nodded, "Yes."

In an instant, with a sizzling sound, two Thunder Wings unfolded, and Duan Yun flew upward with Ziyu.

Ziyu couldn't help but marvel, "You've stopped pretending, I see."

Duan Yun, with the wings of wind and thunder, flew quickly through the rugged mountains.

By dawn, the beautiful Four Girls Mountain came into view.

At this moment, Duan Yun stopped.

He needed to catch his breath and then charge again with full velocity.

Upon landing, Ziyu got off his back and noticed two circular marks on his clothes.

But that wasn't important now.

Duan Yun only took ten breaths before he carried the clinging Ziyu and continued on.

"Head for the Snow Temple, go up from there."

Ziyu, still pressing onto Duan Yun, directed the way.

Duan Yun sprinted forward, kicking up the snow, forming a snow dragon.

Though the snow dragon seemed grand, it made little noise due to his blazing speed.

In the blink of an eye, Duan Yun entered the Snow Temple, startling several birds.

"Who dares trespass the Snow Temple!"

"Take one more step, and you'll be killed without mercy!"

Two nuns emerged at the sounds.

After a previous incident with a wild ox, the Snow Temple had clearly tightened its security.

They felt both sacred and outraged, revealing their sharp side.

The residents of the Snow Temple rarely ventured into the Martial World, but the nuns knew if they did, they would roam unchallenged.

Martial Arts masters, first-rate experts, were only fit to lick their toes.

They were terrifying hermits.

For example, those two nuns, their eyes sparkling as if swords resided within, exuding a sharp aura.

In the next moment, there was a tragic scream and a series of dull thuds.

"Where is this foolish bird, chirping nonsense."

Duan Yun, in a hurry to continue his journey, casually released a Cloud Clearing Palm.

The nuns, in the blink of an eye, crashed against the wall, their bodies trembling as if an invisible giant hand was crushing them, pressed by Duan Yun's relentless palm force.

Until two cries of "Ah! Ah!" echoed, the nuns were so crushed they defecated, and only then did the palm force cease.