Chapter 569: Chapter 325:
At this time, it was noon, a relatively leisurely time in Qinghe City.
People who have finished lunch usually take a nap, especially those who have eaten too much and feel a little happily drowsy.
Even those who love to fight and kill would sit down at this time; when it’s time to eat, they eat; when it’s time to nap, they nap.
People aren’t made of iron, even those who particularly enjoy killing, raping, and seizing territory need to catch their breath.
Especially today, with the sun just right, it’s even more suitable for a nap.
Duan Yun walked in the sunlight, the river breeze gently blowing, neither too dry nor too hot.
Now he was carrying a medicine box again.
When Young Hero Duan wanted to destroy a sect, he would usually become a doctor; this was his habit.
It turned out that just when he had barely started strolling down the street, someone greeted him.
"Jin, long time no see."
The neighbor Li Kai released his Left and Right Embrace and cupped his hands toward him.
As a person of the Martial World, Duan Yun really liked this way of greeting, and followed by cupping his hands, politely saying: "Jin, you’re truly blessed."
When he said this, his mind started buzzing again.
One can only say that Li Kai truly lived up to his reputation as a master of throwing knives, at least his mindset was genuinely strong. He actually went out shopping with a muscular male lover and a newlywed wife, all three appearing so happy together.
There were quite a few other people on the street, noticing his Left embrace of the purple-robed muscular man, and Right embrace of the elegant woman in blue, casting looks of either astonishment or envy, unable to resist gossiping in secret.
For a moment, Duan Yun felt a bit embarrassed to know this person and hurriedly left.
Duan Yun was quite familiar with the route to the Red Tower Mountain’s settlement.
After all, he had once been an Outer Disciple of Red Tower Mountain and had even admired its welfare benefits.
However, the Martial World is ever-changing. One moment, Red Tower Mountain was making heaps of Silver, but now its members were slain, and its settlement was occupied by the Yuxi Sect.
It shows that Yuxi Sect has always wanted to monopolize the opium trade, and taking this chance when Red Tower Mountain was vulnerable, dealt a fatal blow.
As a Young Hero, Duan Yun utterly despised gambling and drugs, originally forgetting temporarily to address them, but eventually found them coming to him instead.
With Red Tower Mountain already destroyed, this time he seized the chance to sweep the Yuxi Sect away, thus eliminating the poison from the city.
Thinking about how he was serving justice, eliminating these tumors to make the city more healthy and clear, Duan Yun felt the delight of sweeping away filth, humming lightly involuntarily.
Near the entrance of Red Tower Mountain’s settlement, Duan Yun remembered he hadn’t eaten yet.
In that case, let’s eat first.
Just outside of the Red Tower Mountain settlement, there happened to be a hotpot stall.
At this moment, quite a few muscular Body Cultivation practitioners were eating pig offal hotpot.
In this world, pig offal isn’t considered good meat, usually favored by dock workers, while Jianghu Guests who know some Martial Arts and have some status normally disdain it.
But it’s different in Qinghe City; prices in Qinghe City are outrageously high, so the pig offal and entrails looked down upon outside town here are pretty popular among Body Refinement guests.
Duan Yun ordered a portion as well and started eating.
It has to be said that this pig offal and entrails, under the strong oil and spices of the hotpot, were remarkably tasty.
Duan Yun thought about the work he had to do later and ate three bowls of rice in a row, breaking out in a full sweat.
From here, one could see that the opium den of Red Tower Mountain was still open, the signboard hadn’t even changed.
Two middle-aged men who looked like walking skeletons came out of the opium den, one murmuring, "Why doesn’t today’s Red Tower Mountain opium taste as pure?"
The other man complained, "I think the opium is mixed with impure leaves; these days, all the wine is watered down, even the smokes are fake, and so expensive too, really unlivable."
The man responded, "Let me tell you, visiting brothels is still the most cost-effective; at least a girl’s work can’t be faked."
His companion said, "But the girls here suck you dry; back when I was the most handsome lad in ten miles, but visiting too much reduced me. Nowadays, they all say I’m forty-five."
The man casually spat heavily, saying, "Same here, it’s all your fault, dragging me to that brothel, got me hooked. Clearly, I’m only eighteen, but now they say I’m twenty-eight."
Duan Yun was shocked.
This guy looked at least forty-eight, yet he claims to be only eighteen?
At eighteen, how much whoring does it take to end up like this?
"Then it looks like only gambling is exciting, let’s play a few rounds tonight."
Listening to their conversation, Duan Yun no longer wanted to comment.
These two guys are evidently victims of this town’s complete saturation in sex, gambling, and drugs—no wonder with his doctor’s eye, he judged their bodies to be hollowed out, likely not to survive past forty.
Just as these two opium addicts were cursing and discussing brothels and gambling, four men in red suddenly walked over from the other end of the street.
The appearance of these four men in red instantly changed the street’s atmosphere.
The two opium addicts tried to discreetly slink away, only to be caught immediately by several massive hands.
"Big brother, we didn’t do anything!"
The skeletal man said fearfully.
"I know you didn’t do anything, but your complexion doesn’t look right," the leading man in red said.
"Big brother, we were born weak, that’s just how we are," the skeletal man replied.
"Nonsense, I see you’re just depleted in Qi-Blood. If things go on like this, you’ll meet King Yan sooner rather than later. Meeting me is your good luck; it happens I’m on my period today."
Upon these words, the skeletal man’s face changed, pleading, "Big brother, no, really no!"
But before he could finish speaking, the man in red had already taken off his pants.
Woo woo!
The next moment, the weakling was pinned to the ground, forcibly infused with blood.