ATPnovel #258 - Damn, this place really deserves to be completely destroyed! (Subscribe)
#258 - Damn, this place really deserves to be completely destroyed! (Subscribe)
Duan Yun and the Murong brothers, along with six others, were selected and quickly set off under the guidance of the red-clothed woman.
Leaving Tianliang Town, they boarded a boat at the Liangshui Wharf.
Even though the spring tea had not yet been released, there were already several ships loading and unloading goods at the wharf, indicating the scale of the tea trade in Tianliang Town.
The remaining servants boarded another boat.
Soon, the boat entered an even narrower waterway.
The river's current was rapid, and the banks were either sheer cliffs or dense forests, making it impossible to see the top from the boat.
The occasional mournful cries of ancient apes added to the mysterious atmosphere of the area.
Duan Yun couldn't help but think of the little monkey that had come to repay him before. The monkey hadn't come in a long time, and he wondered how it was doing.
At noon, a thick fog suddenly arose in the river, the surroundings a hazy white.
The wooden boat continued to speed along the river, its pace not slowing down. The scenery in the mist seemed to crash into one's eyes, always giving Duan Yun the illusion that the boat would crash into an iceberg and sink in the next second.
Duan Yun and the Murong brothers noticed that the river became wider and narrower here, and the boat was constantly changing direction.
The river had become intricate and complex, and with the thick fog, it was easy to get lost.
This was like a natural barrier, which was why the Mingyu Palace was so mysterious.
Firstly, people didn't dare to look for it, and secondly, it was hard to find.
At this time, someone brought over green pills for everyone to take.
It was a young female disciple of the Mingyu Palace.
She always had a cold face, as if she didn't eat earthly food.
Seeing the doubts and worries on Duan Yun's faces, the female disciple couldn't help but sneer and said, "This is a miasma-avoiding pill. Take it if you don't want to be poisoned to death by the miasma. Look at how wary you are, as if someone wants to harm you."
"If the Mingyu Palace wants to kill someone, not to mention you nobodies, even famous figures in the martial world can be killed as we please."
Duan Yun and the Murong brothers believed her words.
After all, the Mingyu Palace dared to provoke even him, this nameless young hero, so who wouldn't they dare to provoke?
Furthermore, Duan Yun had also discovered that the disciples of the Mingyu Palace were indeed outstanding.
Just this time, the people who came to recruit servants were probably not important figures in the Mingyu Palace, but it was clear that both the red-clothed woman and the old woman were powerful.
In ordinary sects, they would at least be at the elder level.
Even this young female disciple who came to deliver the message was just a miscellaneous worker, but in other sects, she would be highly valued and a promising talent.
It could only be said that the level of the Mingyu Palace disciples was much higher than that of other sects in the martial world.
The previous "senior sisters" of the Mingyu Palace were able to defeat the Murong brothers, which also proved this point from the side.
If the disciples were already so extraordinary, then what about the elders and the palace master?
What were the ultimate skills of the Mingyu Palace like?
The Murong brothers, being experienced martial artists, quickly confirmed that this was indeed a miasma-avoiding pill, so they quickly took it with Duan Yun.
It had to be said that the pill was sour and sweet and quite delicious. Duan Yun thought it was a bit like the snack "Jigong Dan" that he used to eat in elementary school.
By this time, the originally white mist had become slightly green.
It seemed that the Mingyu Palace had not lied to them. There was indeed poisonous miasma here.
Mist, poisonous miasma, and intricate rivers made the Mingyu Palace's mountain gate difficult to find.
After about half an hour, the boat suddenly slowed down, and the fog and miasma gradually dissipated.
"We're here."
The cold-faced female disciple said.
The boat stopped on a shoal, and the clear riverbed was covered with pebbles.
This should be an island. From here, the shore was covered with wildly growing trees and weeds, nothing special.
Nine out of ten wild islands along the Yun and Yu states looked like this.
Under the guidance of the old woman, they quickly arrived at a muddy path.
As they walked, Duan Yun couldn't help but widen his eyes.
Because here, both sides of the road were planted with corn.
Ahead, a village with white walls and black tiles appeared.
After arriving at the village, the old woman nodded and said, "From now on, you will live here."
Duan Yun couldn't help but say, "Is this the Mingyu Palace?"
"Of course, this is the Mingyu Palace," the old woman replied.
This answer made Duan Yun a little confused.
Since last winter, he had heard countless times from the Murong brothers, Shen Ying, and Feng Ling'er that the Mingyu Palace was a martial arts holy land and a forbidden area, that the palace master of the Mingyu Palace was a martial arts legend, and that the palace was full of female disciples who were feared and unapproachable.
So in his mind, the Mingyu Palace should be a place with beautiful scenery, groups of palaces, and lush flowers and trees, but with little worldly atmosphere.
But now, this village and the large cornfield outside...
If this village wasn't in the ancient style of this world, he would have thought it was a farmhouse, specializing in corn and good at making firewood chicken.
This was actually the martial arts holy land, the Mingyu Palace.
Especially after seeing another courtyard filled with corn kernels and strings of corn cobs hanging on the wall, Duan Yun couldn't hold back anymore.
How much did the people of the Mingyu Palace love to eat corn?
The Murong brothers were also a little confused. They didn't expect the Mingyu Palace to be so down-to-earth.
However, they quickly accepted this.
Living in this kind of place, at least they wouldn't go hungry.
The next moment, when the old woman led them to a courtyard, they heard a painful cry.
They saw a young woman kneeling on the ground, her hair being pulled by a middle-aged woman, being slapped repeatedly.
The slaps were very hard, and the young woman's face had quickly become red and swollen, but the old woman didn't stop.
"Screaming? You don't deserve to scream with your training progress!"
"Slapping you is a blessing for you!"
"You dared to sleep for three hours yesterday?"
The middle-aged woman questioned while slapping her.
"Aunt Fu, this disciple was really too tired last night and couldn't help it."
With a loud bang, this slap was even harder, directly causing the young woman's nose to bleed.
"You dare to talk back?"
"Otherwise, you might as well go back to carrying dung and stop dreaming about staying in the Mingyu Palace."
"Is that okay?"
"Someone like you can only go back to being pigs and dogs."
The young woman quickly replied, "Aunt Fu, thank you for your warning and guidance. I will definitely work hard to cultivate and live up to the Mingyu Palace's cultivation of me!"
Seeing that Aunt Fu was still unmoved, the young woman said, "Aunt Fu, I'm sorry to you and the Mingyu Palace's cultivation of me. I will only sleep for two hours from now on. Also, please bestow the blessing needles, please let the blessing needles awaken me."
Aunt Fu looked at her coldly and said, "You said it yourself."
Saying that, a string of needles suddenly appeared in her hand.
The next moment, the young woman let out a series of miserable screams, because these needles had been pierced into her shoulders and were twisting.
Aunt Fu had an expression of enjoyment and pleasure.
The young woman almost fainted from the pain, but when the needles were pulled out, she still kowtowed and said, "Thank you, Aunt Fu, for the blessing."
She swayed as she walked away, and soon, a new female disciple came to Aunt Fu and said with a guilty face, "Aunt Fu, I haven't made any progress in my cultivation in the past three days. Please bestow the blessing!"
With a bang, another terrible slap rang out.
Aunt Fu's eyes showed a pleasurable expression again.
Seeing this scene, Duan Yun thought of Rong Momo, only younger.
Including him, all the newcomers had a creepy feeling.
Seeing this, the old woman explained, "This is Aunt Fu. You will have to follow her to cultivate in the future. What you see is only the surface. She is doing this for your own good."
"This is the valuable insight that Elder Yang, the great elder of our Mingyu Palace, has gained from teaching disciples for many years, which is 'insult is an art'. Insulting and trampling on the disciples' bodies and minds can stimulate the disciples' potential and help them understand the exercises."
"If you want to stay in the Mingyu Palace, or even become a disciple of the Mingyu Palace, you must work hard."
"Whether you roll back and be an ordinary person with no hope for the rest of your life, or want to stay here and even become a disciple of the Mingyu Palace, depends on your performance."
Looking at the one or two female disciples who volunteered to be humiliated, Duan Yun and the Murong brothers, two great heroes, only felt that this place was hateful and evil.
In order to make people work hard to test their skills, Elder Yang of the Mingyu Palace used such vicious methods, simply forcing people to become ghosts, and yet they still said it was good for them?
Duan Yun and the Murong brothers stayed.
Just as they had seen, Aunt Fu, who was in charge of managing them, was very beastly.
As soon as they came in, she labeled them and gave them nicknames.
"You, you look pure, but you might be a slut. From now on, you will be called Pure Slut," Aunt Fu said, looking at Duan Yun.
If it weren't for the need to infiltrate and find someone, Young Hero Duan would have slapped her long ago.
Seeing that he looked unconvinced, Aunt Fu said, "What? Unconvinced? Prove it to me if you're not convinced! If you really have talent, then comprehend the exercises and become a true disciple of the Mingyu Palace, then you will be a fairy."
Then, she looked at the Murong brothers next to him and said, "Twisting and turning, your pretentious shy posture can't change the fact that you are a slut. You! From now on, you will be called Born Slut!"
"Why are your eyes so wide? If you're not convinced, then use your results to prove it!"
Saying that, she looked at the next one.
"You smell like a pig and have a small belly. From now on, you will be called Sow."
Duan Yun and the Murong brothers didn't expect that their first day in the Mingyu Palace would be spent in a place filled with corn, like a farm, being pua'd by a mean woman!
"Look carefully, this is the stele of the Mingyu Palace's ultimate skills! It's a blessing for you to see such a treasure!"
Aunt Fu stood in front of a stone stele under a pavilion and said.
"Inside, there is a magical exercise. As long as you comprehend it, you may become a true disciple of the Mingyu Palace. If not, then you are the trash I mentioned."
"The Mingyu Palace does not accept trash!"
It must be said that all of this woman's behavior really stimulated Duan Yun and the Murong brothers' competitive spirit.
What the hell is a treasure, what is a magical exercise, I want to see what it is!
With Duan Yun and the Murong brothers' one-in-a-million supreme talent, they quickly entered the door.
Yes, Duan Yun didn't even activate his shocking wisdom and had already seen that this was actually a finger technique.
But the Murong brothers thought that what was engraved on the stele was a palm technique.
However, in order to avoid exposing their talent and causing suspicion, they still secretly watched and didn't reveal it.
At this time, many people were standing in front of the stele.
Adding up to about fifty or sixty people, the trial users selected by the Mingyu Palace over the years were probably all here.
Among them were the women who had been slapped and needled earlier.
Duan Yun was standing there properly, but suddenly a woman pushed him away.
The big woman looked at him and sneered, "A newcomer is standing in such a good position. I don't know what you're capable of."
Saying that, the woman used a leg technique in front of the stele in a decent manner.
Immediately, disciples came to watch and learn.
"Senior Sister Zhao has new insights!"
"This leg technique is so exquisite."
Saying that, some had already taken out paper and started drawing, as if to remember the leg technique.
Duan Yun felt that this leg technique wasn't particularly exquisite, but it had some rules.
Could it be that this woman really learned a leg technique from this stele?
At this time, the woman had finished practicing, with a smug expression on her face, and said, "You can only imitate the superficial, but it's not bad."
Duan Yun and the Murong brothers only felt that this woman was quite arrogant, daring to be arrogant in front of them, such one-in-a-million cultivation geniuses, really strange.
The two had already decided to find a suitable opportunity to slap her face hard and let her see what a frog in a well is, what a genius is, and what shocking wisdom is.
As a result, they only heard a crisp sound, and a very deep handprint suddenly appeared on the woman's face.
She gave herself a slap, a solid one.
Immediately afterward, all the people who imitated her gave themselves a slap, a solid one. One person with bad teeth even slapped a tooth out.
"Good slap! Continue! Let these newcomers know what talent is, what diligence is!"
"Opportunity is only for those who are willing to endure hardship!"
Saying that, a group of people continued to comprehend the stele as if they had taken medicine.
Duan Yun and the Murong brothers now understood that this group of "old people" were hostile to their group of "newcomers".
The opportunity she mentioned referred to the opportunity to stay in the Mingyu Palace and become a disciple of the Mingyu Palace.
Aunt Fu had said earlier that the three people with the slowest progress would be eliminated every half month, referred to as "the last three eliminated".
This group of old people wanted them, this group of newcomers, to be eliminated and get out.
Yes, the group led by Senior Sister Zhao had persisted here for at least half a year, and considered themselves to be the elite among the elite.
After that, the sound of self-slapping rang out from time to time, and some even took out needles to prick themselves, continuing to comprehend the stele.
Duan Yun stood there, feeling inexplicable for a while.
Why did it suddenly become so competitive?
When he first came here, he only felt that Elder Yang, the Mingyu Palace's great elder who initiated "insult is an art", was a beast who squeezed trial users and should be cleaned up, and then Aunt Fu, who had a deep understanding of Elder Yang's skills and liked to insult and pua people, deserved to be liquidated.
These two were enemies, and this group of test subjects were all pitiful people.
But seeing these inexplicably hostile old men, he suddenly felt that these people were not worthy of pity either.
Damn it, this place is truly worthy of being completely destroyed!