Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!-Chapter 948 - 497: Young Hero Strikes, Curing the Unworthy!

Under the empowerment of the power of fifteen dragons, Duan Yun was inhaling these long-necked celestial maidens, unable to help but hum softly.

Duan Yun was not someone who would easily hum, but now he couldn't help it.

The True Qi from these women was unprecedentedly delightful, giving him a feeling of transcendence, as if he might ascend at any moment.

Especially amidst this enveloping mist, he felt as though he was about to achieve immortality, unable to stop himself from wanting to shout out loud: "Young Hero, I made it!"

However, before he could shout, the more than ten long-necked celestial maidens he was inhaling suddenly cried out, "I want to be a hero!"

Ziyu nearly lost her composure in meditation upon hearing this clamor.

Because since entering this palace, it had been nothing but serene and lofty, truly like the legendary Jade Pool Heavenly Palace.

But when these women, who walked without touching the ground, cried out, the snow-white palace seemed to be grounded in reality.

Or perhaps, this was the unique Martial World aura belonging solely to Young Hero Duan.

This aura altered part of the palace's atmosphere, bringing people back from the Heavenly Palace to a slightly more realistic realm.

Upon hearing this cry, Duan Yun could only silently lament regretfully.

Because as these long-necked women shouted, it signaled that he could no longer absorb much.

Even if he didn't habitually absorb others, this time, Duan Yun still felt a bit reluctant to part with this delightful True Qi.

Or rather, this True Qi was fundamentally different from any he had encountered before.

This thing was addictively euphoric, could it be celestial energy?

Thud thud thud thud thud!

As these women were drained, their bodies fell one after another from Duan Yun.

In Ziyu's eyes, it was as if needles had fallen.

Duan Yun looked at the women with long necks lying on the ground, letting out a soft sigh of satisfaction and reluctance.

He always revered natural martial arts and would not easily absorb others unless forced into a demon-slaying scenario.

At this point, seeing that Ziyu had also mostly recovered, Duan Yun said, "Let's go."

This was their first confrontation with the things in this palace, and they had the slight upper hand.

Ziyu understood in her heart, having also gained a victory alongside Duan Yun in their initial skirmish.

Will the path ahead become more difficult?

Ziyu didn't know, she could only follow Duan Yun towards the upper part of the palace.

The further up they went, the whiter and colder the palace became.

The white jade stones paving the ground, and the snowy-crystal-like things on the walls, truly resembled cold snow, making one shiver.

When those long-necked celestial maidens cried out, "I want to be a hero!" there was a touch of humanity here, but as they proceeded upward, even that diminished again.

Ziyu even lightened her breathing.

Although she didn't know the poem, "Do not speak too loudly, for fear of disturbing the heavenly beings," the sentiment was the same.

Since the defeat of the long-necked celestial maidens, they hadn't appeared again.

At this moment, it seemed as though only the two of them were left alive here.

By now, the palace had revealed a magnificent flying bridge.

The flying bridge connected to the buildings on the other end.

From here, it could be seen that the entire palace was split into two, connected by this bridge.

The bridge paved with white jade, with clouds swirling above and below, truly seemed heavenly.

Duan Yun and Ziyu walked on the bridge, as if ascending the clouds.

Ziyu extended her right hand, feeling the coldness within.

Though there was no wind or snow here, it was colder than being in the midst of them.

Up ahead, the flying bridge had reached its end.

The end was a long corridor.

Even though the entire palace was white, the length of the corridor still imparted a sense of gloom.

Duan Yun and Ziyun entered the corridor, quickly discovering that a layer of water covered the ground.

The water was shallow, appearing mirror-like, which is why they hadn't noticed it at first.

At this moment, numerous rooms appeared on either side of the corridor.

But these rooms only had tightly shut windows, no doors, with sturdy metal bars on the windows.

This scene easily conjured thoughts of cells.

Is this a prison?

Duan Yun peered inside through a window, an interior of darkness with nothing visible.

Ziyu stood beside him, a little fearful.

She was afraid that something might emerge from inside and drag Duan Yun in.

Thus, she maintained vigilance, ready to act at any moment.

As Duan Yun moved forward about ten steps, suddenly they heard a clang, and a hand thrust out fiercely from a nearby window.

Duan Yun was startled, instinctively leaping forward to evade it.

It was a snow-white hand, so thin-skinned that the veins beneath were clearly visible.

A delicate jade hand was the fitting description for such a hand.

The hand reached towards Duan Yun's direction, accompanied by a voice from within—"A man, a real man, please, sleep with me, I have never seen a man in my life."

With that voice, from every window ahead, hands were extending, accompanied by waves of yearning cries.

"Please sleep with me!"

"Begging you, sleep with me!"

"I am so longing!"

....

These voices resonated heavily in the corridor, while the hands seemed to grow from the walls.

This scene was extremely eerie, yet capable of stirring emotions profoundly.

Even Ziyu, being a woman, blushed and felt her heart racing upon hearing those desperate voices.

She even felt an urge to transform into a man to fulfill them.

Because these voices carried primal desire, representing humanity's most primitive impulses.

Duan Yun peered inside through a window.