The Villain's Counterattack

Fate is always so unpredictable. The moment he saw Yu'er, Duan Lang knew why he fell in the original novel.

Kindness, the kindness visible to the naked eye, made him feel good.

Will you be Reimu Reigetsu?

"Sir, may I ask what brings you here?" Her voice was as gentle as the ripples caused by light rain falling on the lake, and it made Duan Lang feel kind and an indescribable feeling of pity arose in him.

"Very beautiful Yaksha masks." This was no compliment, Duan Lang really thought these masks were good, and although they looked a little hideous, they were indeed very good.

"Well, please feel free to look at it. Even if you don't buy it, it's good that someone can appreciate the Yaksha I made." Although the girl was a little disappointed, she was not rude, which made Duan Lang feel that he would be sorry for her if he didn't buy it.

This was her first encounter with Duan Lang, and it was also the beginning of a relationship that Duan Lang would never forget.

In the end, Duan Lang embarked on the same path as the original novel. He spent two taels of silver to buy a mask, which was stolen by the owner of the stall next door. When he stood up to get it back, he was surrounded by a group of people called by the other party.

Duan Lang is definitely not the coward who has been idle for many years as described in the original novel, but a master of the Broken Realm whose strength is not inferior to Xiongba. He does not take these people seriously at all, but before he can make a move, he feels a creepy feeling behind him.

He knew that the real culprit had appeared!

This is Tianyin City, the foot of Tianxiahui, which has many eyes and ears. He can't show too much. He just needs to follow the original plot and fall asleep.

Let's take a break. I have to continue my business of selling stolen goods, um, selling medicine, at night.

Before falling asleep, he did not forget to carefully control the true energy in his body to prevent the man from noticing anything unusual.

Duan Lang's concerns were not without reason. Just as he expected, Qin Ning, the head coach of the Tianxia Association's young warriors, was indeed determined to help his son capture the Fourth Heavenly King, and the person he feared most was still Duan Lang.

He was well aware of Feng Yunshuang's strength. Not to mention his son, even he himself was no match for him. He had been wary of Duan Lang since the first day Nie Feng Duan Lang joined the Tianxia Club. He had never stopped suppressing him, even when Duan Lang moved from the stable to the library.

However, Duan Lang seemed to have come to his senses. He changed from silently enduring to wholeheartedly trying to please Xiongba. His status and position had changed greatly. He was no longer at the bottom of the Tianxiahui, which made many of his methods powerless. And Nie Feng, who was behind Duan Lang, was not really without any threat.

But this time it is different. As long as his son succeeds, he will be able to become the fourth heavenly king alongside Feng Yun. Then he won't have to worry about Nie Feng. Therefore, he is determined to win the selection of the four heavenly kings!

He was shocked and confused by his son's strange encounter at night. While preparing money, he kept a close eye on Duan Lang. When he saw him go out, he immediately hired someone to chase him down.

As the chief coach of the Tianxia Association's young warriors, his power is not small at all. The people around him who can be used are no less than Fengyun, or even more. Duan Lang's every move is under their surveillance, but Duan Lang pretends not to know.

Duan Lang was "unconscious", so they did not act rashly, probably because they were at the foot of the Tianxiahui, and they did not dare to seek death by killing the Tianxiahui's stewards. They loved money, but they were not really desperate criminals.

Yu'er took him home, during which time a strange energy appeared in his body. Duan Lang studied it carefully and became more and more interested in this so-called "Wedding Dress Magic Skill". He felt that the magic of it was not inferior to the skills passed down by the six great demons, but each had its own merits.

It should be noted that everyone has his or her own spirit, and the true qi cultivated will be slightly different even if it is the same type, not to mention the true qi cultivated by different methods. However, the true qi of the Wedding Dress Divine Art can be infused into others without this disadvantage, and it can be easily made one's own, and even be used to its full potential.

This method of increasing internal strength and true energy regardless of the target is truly extraordinary.

No wonder Xiongba was willing to be Yu Jingfei's younger brother when he was young and worked hard for many years. In addition to Yu Jingfei's huge wealth, his powerful Qi of the Wedding Dress Divine Art may be the most important. Without this Qi, it would be very difficult for Xiongba to rise quickly and become a master of his generation.

He is a genius, but just an ordinary genius. Just look at his father, the purple-clothed boss, and you will understand. Perhaps he is on par with Qin Shuang, but he is far behind Feng Yun, Wu Ming, and Duan Lang.

So he has been calculating, plundering, and practicing, trying every possible way to improve his own strength.

He didn't have many adventures, only his own efforts and calculations.

The Three Absolutes Elder and Yu Jingfei were both victims of his schemes, and they were also the biggest helpers in his rise to the position of overlord today.

Whether they were willing or not, they all died tragically at the hands of Xiongba in the end, and all their knowledge was turned into food and resources for Xiongba to become king.

I have to say that when he was young and his true nature was not completely exposed, Xiongba was really good at pretending and was willing to put down his face and bow down in front of the strong. Otherwise, Old Man Sanjue and Yu Jingfei would not have accepted him so easily.

Two hours later, after he had initially straightened out the fairly good Wedding Dress Qi in his body and had a general understanding of the Wedding Dress Magic Skill, Duan Lang slowly "woke up".

After saying hello to Yu'er, he prepared to return to Tianxiahui. Before leaving, he walked to the Yaksha Pond. The deep red color exuded a mysterious attraction, as if spitting out thousands of intoxicating spider silks, tempting Duanlang to come closer.

Taking a deep breath, Bei Ming Whale Swallowing quietly started, and the strange power circulated in his body for a cycle. Duan Lang found that his Yellow Turban Warrior Technique, which had not improved for several months, had improved a little bit.

You should know that his Yellow Turban Warrior Technique has reached a very high level after being tempered by the Duan family's mental method, the Yin-Yang Sutra, the Mahamudra, and the purple-clothed boss for seventy years. In the past few years, he has consumed a lot of precious medicinal materials. It is difficult to improve with ordinary means. He can only wait for Duan Lang's body to mature slowly, or for higher-level true qi and natural treasures to make further progress.

I never thought that the Yaksha Pond right in front of me actually has such an effect.

"Good, good." Duan Lang suddenly felt that Yu Sanlang's previous entry into the Yaksha Pool was pure nonsense. He turned himself into a nobody and even didn't dare to see Yu'er. It was really stupid. Wouldn't it be better to use this water to refine the elixir?

He was originally a doctor and a descendant of the creator of the Yaksha Pond. Is it really difficult for him to lower his requirements and improve himself for what his ancestors were able to do?

Is it harder than suffering in the Yaksha Pond day after day for ten years?

The footsteps behind him couldn't be hidden from a master, and naturally couldn't be hidden from Duan Lang either. He sighed slowly and said, "You shouldn't have come."

"You didn't leave, so we had to come." More than fifty big men, each holding a big knife, looked very fierce, and surrounded him in a fan shape with sharp eyes.

"I don't know how much money Qin Ning paid you to make you willingly come here to die and test me." Duan Lang crossed his arms and his eyes were full of casual contempt.

"Haha, Duan Lang, ah Duan Lang, your secrets have already been revealed to us by Qin Ning. Although you possess a strong master-level Qi, it can only heal wounds and has no killing power. Abandoning the Duan family's skills and focusing on healing skills is the biggest way to your death!"

"Brothers, there is absolutely no room for error in what happens today. Kill them!"

As soon as the word "kill" was uttered, the fifty or so burly men who were blocking Duan Lang's path rushed forward, all brandishing their swords and slashing at him. The leading man brandished his sword and rushed forward, grinning sinisterly, "Haha! Yaksha Pond is truly an ideal place to kill! The water is blood-red anyway, and it's said to burn the skin and corrode the bones. Killing someone and then dumping them in the pond would truly destroy all traces, completely flawless! Hahaha..."

Duan Lang took a step forward and was about to take action when his heart suddenly began beating rapidly. An extremely powerful and domineering feeling was driving the energy in his body to flow continuously, and then suddenly explode.

Amidst a resounding roar, the blood-red water of the Yaksha Pond surged skyward, reaching a height of ten feet like a monstrous wave. As the water surged toward the sky, Duanlang's energy surged, seemingly surging with energy, seemingly stimulating the rising water. It intensified, seemingly wanting to rival it in height! A match for strength!

Duan Lang let out a fierce roar and slashed down at the fifty men with his palms.

Fifty elite minions were covered in blood, and a human-shaped object slowly rose from the bottom of the Yaksha Pool!

He is Yaksha, the one Duan Lang is waiting for.