Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!-Chapter 945 - 495: Desecration of the Fairy_2

In the painting, there is an exceptionally tall woman, voluptuous and full-figured, with her undergarments half-worn, sitting on a throne, her eyes burning with a domineering aura that looks down upon the mortal world.

Beside her are two rows of unclothed women.

All these women are looking at her, their hands making obscene gestures, appearing quite intense.

At a glance, they all seem to be venting desire toward that impossibly tall woman, who allows them to indulge, her face icy cold.

In any case, this painting is vividly portrayed, exuding a certain sinister beauty.

To Duan Yun, it was even more alluring than the real woman bathing behind the screen.

This time, Ziyu was noticeably calmer than Duan Yun.

Being an experienced writer, she had imagined every scenario and described them all, so her threshold was a level higher than Duan Yun's.

Or rather, compared to her, an old hand, Duan Yun himself was much more sensitive.

The Martial World of the Nine Provinces once experienced a sterilization frenzy, all because a Divine Skill Secret Manual suddenly circulated.

This Divine Skill Manual was peculiar in that, to practice this skill, one must first castrate oneself.

Initially, not many in the Martial World believed in this manual, thinking it was a prank to cut off their lineage, but a young man named Lin practiced it successfully, killing 108 of his enemies in one go.

It was known that those 108 people were called the "108 Bandits." Individually, they were not outstanding in the Martial World, but just eight or nine gathered could cause headaches, and fifty together never met an adversary. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

This was also why, as notorious bandits, having committed countless crimes, they had been living well.

Yet that day when the 108 Bandits gathered to divide their spoils, they were entirely slaughtered by this young man.

From then on, people no longer doubted the Divine Skill Manual was a hoax.

Without any hesitation, they all castrated themselves, because if you didn't, and your enemy did and succeeded, you would be the one to die.

At that time, hardly anyone in that part of the Martial World didn't castrate themselves.

After all, in the Martial World, one's actions are often not of their own will, and who doesn't have a few enemies?

But later, the number of castrated individuals increased, spanning one entire province, almost rendering the entire province's women widows, who wept as they sought affairs, yet very few succeeded in the practice.

Suspicions arose that these manuals were fakes, as all circulating in the Martial World were copies prone to falsification. Afterward, this matter faded, leaving those in the Martial World deeply regretful.

However, at the subsequent group training conference of the Martial World of Nine Provinces, people suddenly discovered that the martial prowess of that province had significantly risen.

The so-called group training conference of the Nine Provinces' Martial World was not attended by top-tier martial artists, but rather second- and third-rate figures who frequently roamed the Martial World.

Though not first-rate masters, these individuals had a strong sense of honor for their respective provinces' Martial Arts, and the group training conference was essentially a gang fight organized by province.

That time, the castrated province produced many talented individuals and boldly seized first place in the group training of Nine Provinces.

Many could not help but marvel, wondering if the Divine Skill was indeed real.

In reality, experts later analyzed that the effects were due to castration.

After castration, one is not influenced by those desires, making training in anything faster.

In truth, many experts in the Nine Provinces' Martial World had long discovered this secret and had quietly castrated themselves.

They were unwilling to reveal this universally achievable secret, primarily to remain perpetually ahead.

And Duan Yun, as the best among the best, had not castrated himself, thus could not sever the influence in this regard.

Now his gaze pierced through the screen, falling on the woman bathing within.

His Room Pupil Technique was activated, allowing his gaze to easily penetrate the sheer screen, though unable to pass through the wooden tub.

At this moment, the woman inside seemed to notice them as well.

Two among them turned around, leaning against the edge of the massive tub, looking over.

They were two very beautiful faces.

Even with the many beautiful female warriors and notables by Duan Yun's side, he had to admit these two faces were exceptionally beautiful.

Yet, for some reason, he always felt their beauty was eerie and unreal.

It's as if someone having plastic surgery to resemble a two-dimensional beauty, achieving great success and perfection, but appearing unnatural in the real world, somewhat deliberate, even somewhat inhuman.

Now, these two women's bodies trembled as if they were about to come out.

These two women obviously weren't wearing clothes.

One must admit, these two women were unnaturally beautiful, yet still possessed a natural allure.

Just like in the real world, where people may criticize surgically enhanced women daily, but given a chance to encounter a nine-out-of-ten and playable one, would eagerly engage.

Duan Yun had not been sterilized, had worldly desires, and instinctively wanted to see how "perfect" these women's bodies were.

A few breaths later, Duan Yun felt a chilling sensation.

Because these two women, emerging from the water, had yet to fully appear.

Men like to use "everything below the neck is all legs" to describe women with long legs, but these two women were "everything below the head is all neck."

At this moment, at a glance, their necks had extended over ten feet, still not fully emerged.

Duan Yun's first thought was the "beauty snake" that sucks out brains.

It was like what Mr. Lu Xun wrote, a beauty whose body below the head was that of a snake.

However, at this moment, their bodies appeared as well.

The bodies, pure white like ice crystals, devilishly shapely, clothed only in wet, sheer gauze, adding a touch of haziness.

If their overly long necks were concealed with a bag, revealing only their bodies, likely ninety-eight out of a hundred men in this world would be too impulsive to contain themselves, leaving two, one being a eunuch, the other deeply into liking men.

Yet at this moment, they sported eerily elongated necks, giving off a ghostly presence.

Indeed, they were more bizarre than one could imagine a beauty snake to be.

Though they obviously saw Duan Yun and Ziyu, they ignored them, sashaying off to the side as if intentionally showcasing their "magnificent" figures.

Duan Yun and Ziyu also noticed one detail: their feet seemed not to touch the ground, leaving no traces on the floor.

And the bathwater quickly transformed into white mist, honestly creating a sense of immortals riding clouds upon a glance.

Duan Yun gestured to Ziyu, signaling to follow.

He had this persistent feeling that these two women were leading them somewhere.

The farther up they went, the clearer this feeling became for Duan Yun.

Because these two women occasionally paused as they walked, as if waiting for them.

As they climbed higher, the surrounding scenery grew more "white."

This was because walls and furnishings became increasingly made of white jade and white crystal.

This was why the upper half of the tower appeared white from the outside, resembling a Snow Mountain.

Such changes imbued the place with a sense of sacred silence, even a hint of the traditional immortal aura.

Especially with the women ahead seemingly "riding clouds," if not for their overly long, peculiar necks, Duan Yun and Ziyu would have believed they were traversing the Yaochi Immortal Palace.

At this moment, the two women halted inside a hall.

The hall was also pure white, even the hanging lamps were white.

Right then, the sounds of zither and flute arose.

These two women were playing the flute and zither here.

Undeniably, this music conveyed a sense of cold solitude, like frost atop the Moon Palace.

This made the white hall feel even whiter, or rather more aloof and inaccessible.

Duan Yun and Ziyu couldn't help but lighten their breathing.

"Dare not speak loud, for fear of alarming those above."

At this point, Duan Yun couldn't help but recall this line of poetry.

Could it be that those dwelling here were truly celestial beings?

Ziyu couldn't resist taking his hand, as she noticed the shadows of many long-necked figures appearing on the window panes.

Those were each "immortal maidens."

Suddenly, Ziyu sensed something amiss and said, "Why has my Inner Strength decreased?"

Duan Yun noticed this too, and wondered, "Absorbed?"