Chapter 583: Chapter 331: Old Demon’s Mind Is Even Narrower Than a Needle’s Tip
To be honest, even with Duan Yun backing her up, she still felt a bit nervous facing these three meat Bodhisattvas from Qingni Temple.
The founder of Qingni Temple from the previous generation, the Meat Venerable, was someone even Li Feixia dared not challenge, so naturally, her disciples were fearless.
At least back then, even with the Murong brothers being the Green Blade Demon, along with Old Demon Duan’s reputation, they couldn’t suppress their peers.
Just as they said, the Meat Venerable could ride Feixia like a horse, while the meat Bodhisattvas could sit on the Green Blade Demon without any restriction.
At this moment, the meat Bodhisattvas laughed and said, "The Qingqi Bureau General Office is kind of interesting, but here in Qingzhou, the Qingqi Bureau is worth nothing! If I’m unhappy with you, I’d sit and crush your doors."
Saying this, the one in the middle looked at Leng Yimeng and Leng Yixue with a wicked grin, "The two ounces of meat on your chest look pretty strong; mind if I borrow them to play with?"
Leng Yimeng stuck out her neck, angrily said, "Who are you looking down on! I have at least half a pound here!"
Duan Yun found himself at a loss for words.
Why are you so concerned about that!
"Whether it’s heavy or light, I shall weigh it myself!"
With that, the middle meat Bodhisattva grabbed the tea house owner with her left hand while reaching for Leng Yimeng with her right.
This person seemed to be all flesh and bulk, shaking all over once moved and expected to be clumsy.
But unfortunately, she wasn’t.
Even though they were fat, they were one in a million light-footed fatsos.
That small mountain of meat was unexpectedly fast, and her fan-like fat hand almost instantly grabbed onto Leng Yimeng.
In the next moment, this mountain of meat suddenly shuddered, retreating five steps, letting out a peculiar cry.
The other two meat Bodhisattvas were startled, only then noticing their junior sister had a bloody hole pierced in her right eye.
"There’s another expert!"
Their narrow, slit-like gazes locked onto Duan Yun, who was sitting there drinking tea.
He had sat there the entire time, seemingly unmoved, yet he effortlessly pierced through their flesh unnoticed.
It’s known that their Bodhisattva bodies could casually merge, making even swords and knives hard-pressed to draw blood.
Yes, even the famous knife-wielders in the Martial World, like the Silver Blade of Qingzhou, wielding the legendary "Blood Silver Mad Saber," could barely scratch their skin, only scraping off some subcutaneous fat.
The meat cultivation technique of Qingni Temple is unparalleled in the world; there’s a saying that no matter how fierce a swordsman is, stabbing a hundred times, they can’t reveal the Bodhisattva’s true form.
The so-called Bodhisattva’s true form is their body that bleeds.
Because their fat and oil were thick enough, coupled with their unique technique, breaking through was indeed difficult.
Yet just now, the opponent acted so quickly and sharply that in her carelessness, the third junior sister couldn’t activate her Protective Body Skill in time and was injured.
This power was truly terrifying.
At this point, the fattest woman on the left clasped her hands together and said, "I didn’t expect an expert to be present, sorry for the disturbance."
Saying this, she intended to leave with her two junior sisters.
But just then, Duan Yun’s voice rang out—"Who said you could leave?"
The steps of the three meat Bodhisattvas halted.
Although they conceded, choosing to retreat, internally, they weren’t fully acquiesced.
After all, having roamed the Martial World with their fat all their life, they were used to bullying others, and now losing ground inevitably left them seething.
Originally, they opted to let things slide to give face, yet the other party was still relentless?
The senior meat Bodhisattva said, "Sir, your means are impressive, but we do not fear you."
Duan Yun raised an eyebrow, "If you’re not afraid, then come here and meet your death."
The other two meat Bodhisattvas were about to step forward, preparing to use the Meat Mountain Pressing Technique.
Yes, if they were to fall together, crushing this tea house, then leaping off the cliff together, the chances of their survival would increase.
After all, their body fat wasn’t only for looking blooming as flowers.
At this moment, the senior meat Bodhisattva stopped them and said to Duan Yun, "Do you intend to become adversaries with Qingni Temple?"
Duan Yun replied, "Even if you belong to Qingni Temple, you should know how to admit mistakes properly."
"Senior, you are right."
The meat Bodhisattva turned around, picked up a teapot, and respectfully poured Duan Yun a cup of tea, respectfully saying, "Senior, please have some tea."
Duan Yun picked up the cup of tea.
Seeing this, the meat Bodhisattva felt somewhat relieved.
These must be the people of the Qingqi Bureau’s Goddess Catcher, quite formidable, and although appearing fierce, in the face of them, was ultimately seeking a way out?
Yet the moment the tea entered Duan Yun’s mouth, he sprayed it out accurately, hitting the senior meat Bodhisattva right in the eye socket.
Duan Yun said, "It’s cold."
The senior meat Bodhisattva’s face convulsed, gritting her teeth, "Please wait, Senior."
Saying so, she went outside to the teapot, carefully adding some hot water.
I have to say, this person seemed even sturdier than a pig but was rather deft at such tasks, possessing an artistic beauty in filth.
"Senior, this time it is hot, please."
Duan Yun took the teacup, sipping once.
The meat Bodhisattva stepped back cautiously but this time Duan Yun didn’t spray her face.
She was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when, with a hissing sound, the tea flew out again, hitting the same spot, faintly stinging.
"So hot, are you a stupid pig? Can’t even get the temperature right?" Duan Yun questioned.
The two junior sisters were just about to rush over when the senior meat Bodhisattva stretched out her right hand to stop them, saying, "Senior’s advice is right; please wait."
This time, she felt the teapot with her fat hands for a good while before finally pouring a lukewarm cup, bringing it next to Duan Yun.
Leng Yimeng, Leng Yixue, and several bloodthirsty Jianghu people nearby were quite shocked at this scene.
Because they had never seen the meat Bodhisattvas of Qingni Temple being this good-natured.
They’d scarcely even heard of it.
After all, it was a sect from top to bottom without restrictions, once oppressing the legendary Martial Arts hero Li Feixia until he coughed blood.
Duan Yun held the teacup and took a sip.
This time, the senior meat Bodhisattva proactively asked, "Senior, are you satisfied this time?"
Duan Yun nodded, "This tea is indeed neither too hot nor too cold, just fine, but why are you so ugly?"
"I, ugly, but, what does it matter?" The senior meat Bodhisattva’s cheeks twitched, said.
Though they were incredibly fat, people in the Martial World knew well they cared deeply about their appearance.
Just like meeting Old Demon Duan, one must address him as Young Hero, treating him as such, when people in the Martial World encountered these fat women, they often perceived them as true beauties; some even to survive had to sleep with a meat Bodhisattva harshly one night.
Duan Yun said, "Don’t you know that seeing you so ugly delivering tea affects my tea-drinking mood?"
The senior meat Bodhisattva nodded, "Senior, you’re right, to avoid disturbing your pleasant mood, we will now roll."
Seeing Duan Yun remain silent, the senior meat Bodhisattva suppressed her anger, bringing her two junior sisters to retreat.
Just then, Duan Yun spoke, "Stop."
"Senior, what now?" The senior meat Bodhisattva had bloodshot eyes said.
"Looking like pigs is disgusting enough; why do you have to step out with your left foot first?" Duan Yun pressed the question.
The meat Bodhisattva glanced at her left foot that had stepped out of the threshold, lifted her head, and the wrinkles on her face had twisted into a mass.
"Damn your mother!"
"Sisters, attack!"
With a rumbling sound, the three meat Bodhisattvas leaped up startling everyone.
Because in this instant, the grass roof was blown off.
It’s hard to imagine three heavyweights, each roughly five or six hundred pounds, could leap three or four meters up instantly.
Yes, not only could they leap high, but also gave an impression of being as light as a swallow.
Five or six hundred pounds and as light as a swallow are two extremes, yet in this moment linked together, forming an eerie and frightening scene.
The three women leapt high together, then descended simultaneously, in everyone’s eyes, it was as if a mountain was crashing down.
This move had been building for a long time!
With intent to either advance or retreat.
Advance to crush the enemy ruthlessly, retreat even if they can’t kill, bringing down the teahouse with them would ensure mutual destruction.
At the time of falling off the cliff, the question of who lived or died would depend on whose fat was thicker!
Seeing this, Leng Yimeng and Leng Yixue shouted, "Retreat quickly!"
Yet Duan Yun still sat there and replied lightly—"Retreat my ass."
Had the Murong brothers been here, he might’ve said—"Look closely, Brother Murong, this is how you face off against fat women!".
At this moment, the unmoving Duan Yun finally moved.