Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!-Chapter 996 - 519_2

He waited for a while more, nearly falling asleep, when he heard a pop, and Murong emerged, having pulled up his pants.

At this moment, his legs finally started moving!

Duan Yun couldn't help but marvel at Murong's extraordinary talent; taking a piss longer than a person's bowel movement.

On the road afterward, Murong drank water whenever he encountered a river, like a cattle drinking.

No choice, he urinated so much, he needed to replenish.

Afterwards, the two seemed to be walking in a painting.

Blue rivers, yellow and white grass, with only those two elements, yet breathtakingly beautiful.

Duan Yun and Murong both felt an urge to sit cross-legged and start meditating, practicing immortality.

It's clear King Chu knew how to pick a place.

As Duan Yun walked, he would step on his right foot with his left to fly up and confirm the exact location.

Standing high, the river character doesn't look far, but actually walking it, feels like running yourself to death.

After confirming the position three times, Duan Yun and Murong finally reached the middle of the river character.

Here, the blue river water was behind them, and only wild grass remained.

The grass was taller than a person, and the ground was covered in black mud, with ugly toads occasionally springing out, initially picturesque scenery now seeming unsightly.

Duan Yun even thought there might be crocodiles in the mud.

Arriving here, the terrain began to slope down, and the center of the "river" character turned into a downward valley.

The valley initially wasn't wide, accommodating only two people, but after descending a distance, it could fit four carriages side by side.

Murong suddenly said, "Someone?"

Duan Yun followed his gaze and indeed saw a silhouette among the wild grass.

Meeting a person here is probably as likely as encountering a ghost.

The two went over to find a human-shaped statue.

The statue was of a woman.

The woman's statue appeared plain at first glance, but as Duan Yun and Murong's gaze shifted downward, they couldn't help but click their tongues in amazement.

Because the woman had four breasts.

They were arranged in a row across her chest which should seem bizarre, yet Duan Yun and Murong felt it looked natural, like it was necessary.

Murong exclaimed, "This woman must have been reincarnated from a sow demon."

Odd though the statue was, it reassured them.

Having found traces of human presence, it indicated they were on the right track.

The two continued forward and noticed stone slabs on the ground.

Though these slabs had long been overtaken and covered by wild grass, appearing dilapidated.

A place initially dense with grass gradually presented trees.

All were pine and cypress, lush and green.

Honestly, these trees usually evoke a solemn feeling.

After all, throughout history, people have a habit of planting them by graves.

Ahead, a massive pine stood scorched, apparently struck by lightning, leaving only remains.

The two circled around the pine, Duan Yun couldn't help but say, "Here we are."

At the end of the road, a door appeared.

This door should have been hidden, yet was suddenly in plain view.

Because there were burn marks all around here.

The wild grass seemed to have been struck by thunderfire here as well, burned a lot, leaving a charred scene, sparse like a middle-aged bald scalp.

This is also why the stone door, supposed to be hidden among the grass, was suddenly in view.

A landslide seems to have happened here too, half the stone door was buried in mud.

Murong took out Blood Shadow Mad Blade to stir the mud, and a big chunk came out.

And at this time, they also found the entrance to the stone door.

On the stone door, there was a pitch-black hole.

Rat Phase grave robbers typically use a dragon-spotting method to find tombs, whereas the Ban Shan approach for entering tombs involves digging a hole.

A violent hole created, never mind if there is any, one hole and they can delve into the interior.

With the entrance prepared by stinky rats, they could save some effort.

Murong went first, Duan Yun followed, and they burrowed in through the opening.

This tunnel, too, filled with mud, but thick as it was, could not withstand Murong wielding his hefty Blood Shadow Mad Blade to poke!

Nowadays Murong wields a large blade, you must bear with it!

The earth pierced, the two followed the passage into a confined space.

Here was a burial chamber.

Inside were many bones.

When nobles and emperors died, there were often people entombed with them, one of the many aspects of an oppressive feudal system.

But after a round, they found none of human bones.

The bones here were mostly animal.

There were fish, tiger and leopard, even actual crocodile bones.

Beyond the burial chamber was a corridor.

The corridor was pitch black, its details unclear.

Duan Yun snapped his fingers, a flame of Heroic Fire blossomed at fingertips, illuminating their path.

The corridor walls on both sides bore murals.

Crafted from unknown pigments, even now they remained vivid.

Usually, the murals within grand tombs depict the life of the tomb's owner.

And the murals of this corridor were the same, should be illustrating King Chu.

The preceding murals depicted King Chu's forced rebellion, initially small chances but winning continually, ultimately becoming a provincial king story.

The story in the front was quite fascinating, especially watching King Chu rise from leisurely lying down to the top one step at a time, akin to watching a middle-aged heartening manga.

Yet the subsequent murals proved even more intriguing.

That was, after becoming king, was the story of King Chu and a woman in love.

Indeed, no portrayal of ambitions was shown post-Kingdom.

None, not a single detail.

It abruptly turned into the story of him and a woman's love.

This woman looked extremely beautiful, staying day and night with King Chu; in the murals, she also appeared perfect, adept in manners, skilled in kitchen, each day conversing lovingly with King Chu.

This should be the legendary Xiaomei whom King Chu solely loved.

Duan Yun felt King Chu must have been possessed by Qiong Yao, suddenly from blood-pumping conquest manga transforming into a romance story in death.

The mural's detail rich in depicting their love, by the end Duan Yun and Murong's eyes were wide open, even somewhat glowing.

If initially the love story was akin to romance drama level, now it escalated into restricted.

Because it depicted King Chu and Xiaomei's various affectionate details and postures.

Such details, postures, so bizarre and crafty that perhaps only the gifted Ziyu could explain them.

Murong, observing an upside-down posture asked, "Really? Do they need to play this wild?"

Duan Yun replied, "Being king, playing wild is quite normal."

"But wild like this, with one beauty, can the beauty handle it?"

Now, Murong's pity-for-the-beauty syndrome kicked in again.

Duan Yun couldn't help but retort, "Enough already, this beauty volunteered, nothing you need to worry about."

"I'm just sympathetic." Murong answered.

"Sympathize for what? This beauty, age calculated, is your ancestral grandmother, likely just bones left." Duan Yun replied. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Murong remained sympathetic.

Duan Yun felt this absurd, like reading a comic book, others care about excitement and thrill, Murong this guy only pities the beauty.

At this point, after several hundreds of poses on the murals, finally reached the end.

At the end was a sculpture, just capturing King Chu and Xiaomei's final affectionate pose.

Murong remained sympathetic.

Duan Yun felt this absurd, like reading a comic book, others care about excitement and thrill, Murong this guy only pities the beauty.

At this point, after several hundreds of poses on the murals, finally reached the end.

At the end was a sculpture, just capturing King Chu and Xiaomei's final affectionate pose.