All her life, she has always served others, working like a mule, but now she finds herself unable to continue.
These martial artists are serving her like mules?
The old lady thought she had encountered madmen and felt her end was near.
These people do work, probably to prepare for killing.
After all, many mad martial artists tend to do bizarre things.
For example, she once heard of a sect almost entirely composed of women, where many walked around naked on their hands.
The old lady was ready to die, but death didn’t come.
These people only did work without killing, which left her completely bewildered.
What on earth is going on? Is this group possessed by spirits?
The Murong brothers saw the group of mules and horses from Iron Blood Sect and couldn’t help saying, "Old Duan, could something be wrong with the wind direction here?"
Indeed, they intended to create some characters similar to Doctor Xue of the Jiangzhong Sect, but everyone from Iron Blood Sect went off course, ending up washing toilets and underwear.
Duan Yun had just left the toilet, and he said seriously, "They are not off course."
"Not off course?" questioned the Murong brothers.
"Go take a sniff in the toilet," Duan Yun suggested.
"The toilet, take a sniff? Maybe you’re the one practicing out of whack," said the Murong brothers.
Though he said that, his body still went inside.
Upon entering, he blurted out, "Such a nice smell! Why does it smell so good?"
Yes, the entire toilet was filled with a medicinal fragrance, smelling fresh, and he couldn’t help but take a couple more deep breaths.
But in an instant, he realized this was a toilet.
After coming out, the Murong brothers couldn’t help asking, "What’s going on? How can there be such a medicinal fragrance in the toilet?"
Duan Yun nodded and said, "They have also practiced that blood, Medicine Blood."
"But why is the fragrance in the toilet...?"
While the Murong brothers were puzzled, suddenly a strange scream came from inside the toilet.
A hefty man from the Iron Blood Sect exclaimed in horror.
When everyone heard, they gathered around.
Among them, Zhu Xiaoming stepped forward and asked, "When did you start bleeding?"
"Just now!" the man replied, trembling.
"Don’t worry, it’s just bleeding, no big deal," Zhu Xiaoming explained.
"How can it be no big deal?" the man remained uneasy.
"It started for me two days ago. I’ve already studied it; it’s similar to a woman’s period," Zhu Xiaoming explained.
Everyone was shocked.
Some had secretly checked their crotches and were startled because they, too, had some blood.
"You knew early on, so why didn’t you say anything?"
"True men of Iron Blood Sect having periods?!" someone exclaimed in fear.
Zhu Xiaoming said seriously, "If I had said it earlier, it would have embarrassed only me having a period. Isn’t it better to share fortunes and misfortunes together?"
"If we’re going to be humiliated, let’s be humiliated together!"
A group of burly men was suddenly bewildered, wishing they could tear him apart.
True men of Iron Blood Sect having periods—it was more embarrassing than washing toilets and underwear!
The Murong brothers broke out in a cold sweat and said, "Lucky I didn’t continue practicing."
Indeed, he felt the pain of losing the chamber pot and toilet previously, so he didn’t advance further and instead treated it as a whetstone for sharpening his Sword Intent.
Had he continued practicing, wouldn’t he, too, start having periods?
He couldn’t help but look at Duan Yun in horror, "Did you know this would happen?"
Old Demon Duan, you knew all along and didn’t tell me, you’re so bad!
Duan Yun looked innocent.
He had anticipated the Medicine Blood, but not that it would manifest this way.
Did this group practice it wrong somehow?
Why didn’t it turn out that way for me when I practiced?
At this moment, someone rushed in from outside and said, "The Sect Leader has returned! Aren’t you going to greet him?"