Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!
Chapter 309 - 214: Murong, the Young Hero, Also Has a Wisdom Tooth of Extraordinary Wisdom! (Subscription Requested)_2

Chapter 309: Chapter 214: Murong, the Young Hero, Also Has a Wisdom Tooth of Extraordinary Wisdom! (Subscription Requested)_2

This stunt was likely enough to prevent anyone from doubting their authenticity.

They heard a couple of splashes as two pitch-black coffins were placed in the water, the thin man who had just been slapped standing by, utterly respectful.

The front parts of these coffins were even carved with dragon heads, giving off the feel of dragon boats.

However, Duan Yun wasn’t particularly surprised by the design of these coffins; after all, he had already learned on his journey that Yuanling was the birthplace of dragon boats.

It is said that in this region haunted by ghosts and zombies, boating is rather dangerous, and dragon boats not only represent auspiciousness but also have the power to ward off evil spirits.

And the Netherworld Mountain Villa being located in this area, it was quite reasonable to follow local customs.

Duan Yun and the Murong brothers wasted no time; one person per coffin, they laid themselves down straight inside.

It must be said, these coffins must have been made of Golden Silk Nan Wood, for lying in them felt quite comfortable.

Compared to sleeping outside and being bitten by mosquitoes, it was like going from hell to heaven.

Thus, they soon closed their eyes, and to the fellow disciples at the Ghost Inn, they seemed to have departed "quite peacefully."

The coffins were soon sealed and, just as Duan Yun had learned, they were indeed very sturdy and could effectively isolate one’s senses.

Afterward, their coffins floated downstream.

On the deck, a fat man had joined the thin man.

The fat man could not help saying, "We’re only following the rules, why was he so fiery today?"

The thin man with the swollen face lamented, "Who knows, it must be because the mission’s not going smoothly, so he took it out on me."

"Don’t mention it, the target they’re going after this time is indeed tough."

"Who is it?"

"Old Demon Duan," the fat man replied.

"That kind of mission they took on, no wonder, certainly not easy to deal with," the thin man said.

His appearance might seem calm, but inside he was already cursing.

"Damn bastard, I bet you’ll eventually fall and be raped and murdered by Mr. Duan, then have the Green Blade Demon chop you into pieces, begging your own wife for humiliation! When the time comes, it’d be blissful for your four wives to serve the Old Demon and then be killed!"

The thin man had guessed half the plot correctly but didn’t realize that flowing downstream were, in fact, Old Demon Duan and the Green Blade Demon.

Logically speaking, when reaching the valley the river should split into branches, causing disarray with many possible directions to take, which was why the Netherworld Mountain Villa was notoriously elusive.

Otherwise, anyone sleeping in a coffin and drifting down could reach the Netherworld Mountain Villa, making it far too easy to locate.

So how could one reach the prearranged destination?

Duan Yun had speculated that maybe the Netherworld Mountain Villa was breeding some kind of creature underwater.

These creatures should be trained, just like the cattle and horses on land, to pull the coffins along certain routes.

And if there were any alterations to the coffins mid-way, like being broken open, they might trigger mechanisms like releasing poisonous smoke inside the coffin to kill a person, and the creatures underwater would not go to the Netherworld Mountain Villa but rather to some certain deadly places—this might be why those who tried to open their coffins along the way all died.

Of course, this was just Duan Yun’s guess; there are many methods in this world that cannot be deduced with common sense.

Right now, he did not plan to unravel this secret because their primary goal was to exterminate everyone in the Netherworld Mountain Villa; these were but minor details.

Yes, they had yet to begin unleashing their pent-up fury!

In the darkness of the coffins, Duan Yun and the Murong brothers could hardly feel the passage of time, even the flow of the water or the movement of the coffins was barely perceptible.

They slept in the dark, always with the eerie illusion that the coffin might drift towards the netherworld rivers.

After all, according to legend, the Netherworld Mountain Villa was truly connected to the Netherworld.

After an unknown period, the coffins were opened by others.

Duan Yun and the Murong brothers climbed out, finding themselves on a rocky beach.

Above the stone beach was a lush growth of pines and cypresses, and hidden amongst them were faint pathways.

The coffin openers were an old man and woman with white hair.

The two elders had rough skin and plenty of age spots on their faces.

In Duan Yun’s words, they had the sinister look perfect for a horror movie.

Yet the couple was more polite than the thin man, greeting Duan Yun and the Murong brothers respectfully upon meeting them.

The two did not linger, choosing a path at random, they made their way up with the air of someone returning home at ease.

The path was paved with old stone slabs, surrounded by pine and cypress, within which were grass-covered grave mounds.

In such a night, it indeed seemed ghastly and terrifying.

To ordinary people this place might feel ghastly and terrifying, but Duan Yun and the Murong brothers were quite exhilarated.

Because they were finally nearing the Netherworld Mountain Villa.

Arriving for an extermination, how could they not be excited to enter!

They had already planned to do something big if they were to act!

Their first target was the Manor Master of the Netherworld Mountain Villa!

Kill the biggies first, then the small fries, wipe them all out, show no mercy.

At that moment, the Murong brothers suddenly came to a halt, warning, "Careful, there are traps."

One could see him stepping on a fragmented stone slab, which slightly depressed the moment it sank, and he stood frozen.

As an old-hand at navigating the Martial World, he knew well that this stone slab was a trap.

Then, with a gentle shift of his foot, he moved on to another slab.

Having detected the trap, both of them utilized Light Body Skills, as light as feathers, leaving no sound upon their landing.

Even if the ground was covered in snow, they probably wouldn’t leave any footprints.

For masters like them, such traps were not difficult to deal with.

It wasn’t long before, through the faint mist ahead, the silhouette of a Mountain Villa appeared.