For a while, Sister Li’s body became the battlefield for Duan Yun’s demon electricity and his bizarre True Qi to contest their powers.
Originally, this True Qi was cultivated day and night by the young girl, holding an absolute home-field advantage, but alas, Old Demon Duan was too domineering.
His demon electricity was overbearing, and even the Heroic Spirit he casually infused from time to time was overbearing.
This domineering reached its peak when both of them shivered together.
With a snap, Duan Yun’s finger and the young girl’s head separated.
He stopped trembling, but Sister Li was still shaking.
The next moment, Sister Li sat up straight, put on her shoes, and walked out.
Before leaving, she said with a cold expression, "Don’t tell anyone about this."
"Don’t come looking for me. When the time comes, I will look for you."
Saying this, she opened the door and left.
Duan Yun sat on the bed, pondering his fingers thoughtfully.
A short while later, Murong struggled out from under the bed, wincing in pain, saying, "Can’t you guys be less sudden, less intense? If I hadn’t been propping it up from below, the bed would’ve collapsed."
After finishing, Murong realized something and his face turned green, saying, "Good lord, I became a cushion?"
Old Demon Duan is having a feast on top, while I’m being a cushion below, almost suffocating to death?
He regretted staying under the bed so much.
If he weren’t under the bed, it would have been good if it collapsed and scared Old Demon Duan and that shallow Sister!
Thinking of this, Murong, with his hair flattened and his head marked with red indentations, couldn’t help being angry and asked, "Well? Are you done after all that time?"
Duan Yun thoughtfully said, "Maybe it’s settled."
He felt that the winner had been decided. He originally wanted to do a bit more to wrap things up, but then his finger got flicked away.
However, from Sister Li’s behavior, it seemed she had become heart-clear and desire-less, dressed up, and just left.
The more Murong thought about it, the more bitter, the more heartbroken he felt, and he couldn’t resist scoffing at Duan Yun, saying, "It’s only the first day, and you’re already pulling this off. Aren’t you afraid of getting caught? Can’t you hold off for a couple more days."
Duan Yun thoughtfully said, "The True Qi of the Qiongling Sect is indeed peculiar. I think you need to speed up finding your sister."
"The strangeness in this True Qi can counter my fingertip’s electricity. I’m afraid that when it’s your sister’s turn, I might not have enough electricity." Duan Yun explained.
"It sounds like the women of the Qiongling Sect are lining up to find you, with only Sister Li being shallow. The rest must be much better. Besides, I just arrived. How can I increase efficiency?" Murong retorted.
Duan Yun always felt that this guy was particularly resentful tonight, like a nagging woman.
"I remember you flirting with men before, shaking your butt pretty well," Duan Yun mused.
Murong exclaimed in surprise, "You want me to shake my butt in front of the sisters of the Qiongling Sect? That would make me seem so shallow. I, Young Hero Murong, also have a reputation to maintain, okay?"
Duan Yun said, "I’m not saying shake it all the time; just casually show off a bit when you’re guarding the door."
Murong thoughtfully said, "Although your method is shallow, I find it somewhat reasonable. If it were my sister, she would definitely come to me. By that time..."
Thinking of Duan Yun shivering on his potential sister, Murong’s face turned green.
Afterward, they discussed a bit, and Murong walked away, spiritless.
Late at night, he lay on the cold bed thinking about the wool cloak Duan Yun might be wrapped in and had to admit he was jealous.
Both gatekeepers, but why such a big difference?
But he quickly calmed down and said sourly, "This Qiongling Sect is my territory. Old Demon Duan has only attracted shallow women; the follow-up depends on me."
The next day, brother Rong was guarding the gate as usual.
He took Duan Yun’s advice, and whenever the Qiongling Sect Disciples passed through the gate, he would occasionally twist his butt.
"Sister Li, they’re really rushing us this time inside."
"No choice, it’s master’s orders, we must hurry."
Hearing "Sister Li," Murong’s eyes suddenly shone.
He hadn’t seen the sister’s face last night and was agonized all night.
He wanted to see what this shallow woman looked like.
The moment he saw her, Murong’s Dao Heart shattered.
Why is such a shallow woman so cute?
Almost a balanced mental state when imagining Old Demon Duan partaking, the better she seemed to fare, the worse he felt, as if back under the dark, cranium-collapsing bed.
Suddenly he remembered something, while watching the two female disciples, he quickly started shaking his butt.
This shaking indeed attracted their attention.
Especially Sister Li, who actually stopped to look over.
"Hey, what are you looking at me for? Haven’t seen a beautiful woman before?" Sister Li suddenly asked.
Murong was startled and replied, "I, I didn’t."
"Warning you, you’re just a gatekeeper, don’t get any weird ideas, be careful, or you’ll get the boot."
"Shut up! Still trying to argue? Even thinking about it is not allowed. You’re not worthy!"
After speaking, she walked away with another sister.
In that moment, Murong was shocked.
Is this really the same person as the one who sought out Old Demon Duan last night?
Murong wanted to deny they were the same person because "a world of difference" was not enough to describe the woman’s attitude when facing him versus Duan Yun, but sadly he had deeply remembered her pleasant voice from last night.
It was the same person!
At this time, the conversation between Sister Li and the other sister continued to drift over.
"Does this guy have a problem with his butt? Twisting around like that."
"Don’t know, maybe he’s got hemorrhoids."