Chapter 44
Chapter 44
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 44
Chapter Title: True Education
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Ding-a-ling-!
⚙ Soul Subduing Bell! ⚙ A bell toll like the wail of a yin spirit echoed ominously. And at the same time,
Beep-beep-beep-!
🔥 Flame Specter Serpent Summon! 🔥 A serpent forged of flames was summoned into the air and let out a roar. 💥 [Guaaaaaah-!] 💥 As if the spiritual world itself were shaking, Yuk-gyeong's divine sense trembled at the flame serpent spirit's roar. The fiery serpent spewed flames toward the sky.
Whoooosh!
The flame serpent, having reached the Gathering Qi Realm, soared through the air as if setting the heavens ablaze. It looked just like a legendary fire dragon from myth.
No matter that the serpent had reached the Gathering Qi Realm, since its summoner Yuk-gyeong was only at Response Qi Realm, the flame serpent could only wield the power of Response Qi Realm.
That didn't mean its Gathering Qi Realm pressure vanished anywhere.
The two were utterly awestruck by this tremendous, terrifying spectacle.
"What in the world!"
"Kyaaaaah-!"
The ferocious aura from the massive number of talismans and the two magic tools besides.
Yuk-gyeong, controlling all of it, looked like a demon king descended upon the mortal world.
The jade mask's gleam, reflected in the light of flames and lightning, was utterly horrifying.
Boom-boom-boom!
Whoooosh!
Kwachik, kwajijik!
Flames and lightning, razor-sharp winds and vibrations tore through their defensive spells, rendering their instantly activated life-saving spells utterly useless.
"My, my magic tool!"
"No!"
The two were caught in the storm of talismans and the magic tools' assaults, burned and scorched. Even with the sturdy flesh of Response Qi Realm cultivators, they seemed unlikely to survive this onslaught.
Kwaaang-!
Flutter!
"Begone."
At Yuk-gyeong's gesture, the unbelievable spiritual energy waves from the Response Qi Realm cultivator quieted down. The aura unique to a Response Qi Realm Grand Circle spread outward. Feeling it, the two shrank back in fear.
Even unable to move in their near-death state, their instincts reacted to the superior realm, cowering.
Yuk-gyeong had held back in his final strikes, ensuring they didn't die.
If the man among them was who Yuk-gyeong suspected, there were words he had to say.
Yuk-gyeong withdrew the remaining talismans into his sleeve and returned the magic tools to their vessels.
Yuk-gyeong strode toward the neutralized pair. Then he yanked off the man's mask.
There appeared a familiar face.
The scheming goatee nearly burned away, the broad face not fully hidden by the mask, even the ugly pug nose.
"Yeong Sun-il."
It was a mess, but Yuk-gyeong wasn't one to fail recognizing Yeong Sun-il.
"That's right! I am Yeong Sun-il, outer steward of the Radiant Moon Sect! Do you think you'll get away unscathed after incurring the wrath of our Radiant Moon Sect, no matter which demonic sect you're from?"
Yeong Sun-il, said to handle outer affairs as steward. He'd attended the auction hiding his identity.
Always picking the most shameless deeds.
Yuk-gyeong eyed Yeong Sun-il coldly. What fateful bad blood. He'd thought a day of revenge against the one he'd once let slip away would come, but not that it would be today.
Acting as the Jade Masked Young Master, Yuk-gyeong dragged out his words.
"Radiant Moon Sect, you say..."
"I'll let everything that's happened so far slide, so get lost!"
Hesitating at the mention of Radiant Moon Sect, Sun-il mistook it for fear and bellowed.
In the Ten Lakes, Radiant Moon Sect was a colossal power. Killing their outer steward would mean being hunted down—it was obvious.
Sun-il thought the Jade Masked Young Master would balk at that.
But the Jade Masked Young Master wasn't frightened at all like Sun-il imagined. What was there to fear from a disguised identity anyway?
Instead, he posed a strange question.
"Is the Radiant Moon Sect such a righteous orthodox sect?"
"Of course, since Radiant Moon Sect is an orthodox sect!"
"Then how is a criminal who committed grave sins and deserves severe punishment strutting around as an outer steward?"
"Wh-what? Who, who are you!"
The fact that he'd committed crimes to become outer steward was known only within Radiant Moon Sect!
How did he know?
Sun-il wondered how this demonic Response Qi Realm cultivator called Jade Masked Young Master knew, whether from superior intelligence or...
Could it be... this guy is from Radiant Moon Sect...?
Before the thought could continue, the Jade Masked Young Master sneered coldly and struck.
"Me? A passing demonic beast."
"L-lie..."
Slash!
Yeong Sun-il died without even a death rattle.
His wide eyes held a lingering reluctance to accept death.
In the end, he made me dirty my hands.
Should've just rotted in Radiant Moon Sect's prison.
Yuk-gyeong shook the blood from his sword hand.
There was no particular shock at having killed. He'd already slain the seductive demoness who tried to devour him, and by this world's morals, killing was commonplace. Living here year by year had already dulled his modern sensibilities.
Yuk-gyeong severed Sun-il's head and turned to the remaining female cultivator.
"Phew, did I keep you waiting long?"
The female cultivator was frozen in terror.
"Ugh... please spare me. I was wrong, senior..."
"And who are you? Which sect are you from to conspire with Radiant Moon Sect's outer steward to kill someone?"
"I'm sorry, senior... I'm also an outer steward of Radiant Moon Sect."
What the hell was wrong with Radiant Moon Sect's outer stewards? Conspiring to murder someone.
Individuals could be noble, but groups never were. No matter how noble the members, scum like this always slipped in.
How to deal with her...
Yuk-gyeong spoke in a sly tone.
"Strip."
"Y-yes."
Color returned to the female cultivator's face at his words. Seemed she thought he lusted after her body and would spare her.
Didn't she hear what kind of person the Jade Masked Young Master was at the auction house?
Swish! Rustle!
The female cultivator quickly shed her clothes.
Her figure was decent enough.
Though her breasts and hips were modest, she had a slender, delicate frame with a petite charm.
Her face was plain, but appealing in its plainness. Gentle impression with drooping eye corners, a small low nose, plump lips. There was a strangely seductive allure.
Yuk-gyeong appreciatively took in her body and face, then dropped his pants.
His cock, erect in anticipation of what was to come, sprang out throbbing.
Seeing Yuk-gyeong's size, the female cultivator covered her mouth, eyes widening in surprise.
"Suck it."
At the command, she dropped to her knees and slowly brought her face to Yuk-gyeong's cock.
Whatever she expected, she swallowed hard, opened her mouth, and took in his cock.
Schlop! Slurp!
Teasing. She was sucking, but not skillfully. The pleasure from his cock wasn't satisfying.
Sucking or licking?
Grab!
Yuk-gyeong seized her head.
"Gack! Guh!"
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Forcing deepthroat by gripping her head and thrusting made him feel the throat's texture directly on his cock.
Unable to breathe, tears streamed from her eyes as she gagged. But what did Yuk-gyeong care? He focused solely on the pleasure surging through his cock.
Her desperate survival instinct clenched her throat, trying to push out his cock.
The more it did, the better it felt for him.
Mmm, this throat squeeze is exquisite.
She was a cultivator. Not dying from lack of air.
But the suffering from suffocation was the same for cultivators or mortals.
Truly suffering, she slapped his thigh with her palms, begging for mercy. Yet she didn't resist violently, as if knowing only obedience could sway him.
"Can't even do this right? Gotta do it myself?"
"Guh! Gack!"
Yuk-gyeong felt the climax building from the throat's grip on his cock.
Whoa, this is addictive. Feels totally different deep inside.
A chewy tightness unlike just in the mouth. A pleasure impossible from mere oral play.
Yuk-gyeong held back the urge to cum and wildly thrust into her mouth.
As tears splashed, wetting his thighs, he finally came to his senses and released her head.
"Keh! Gack! Paha, haah, haah."
Tears streaming, she braced on the ground, gasping for breath. Her chest heaved like one gulping air after suffocation. Mouth agape, drool spilling—sloppy, yet that raw eroticism appealed.
Yuk-gyeong couldn't leave her be.
Grabbing her nape, he pulled her up, gripped her sides, and suckled the perky nipples protruding invitingly. The mask was a bit awkward, but his tongue worked fine.
Slurrrp!
"Ahng! Th-there!"
They said facing death triggered breeding instincts via arousal. True or not, her nipples stood erect—perhaps she was excited. Or maybe just a masochist.
While sucking her nipples, Yuk-gyeong fondled her lower body.
Her pussy already slick and wet.
Real masochist, huh?
Yuk-gyeong licked the trailing pussy juices, then laid her on the ground.
"Kyak! Wait!"
Yuk-gyeong adjusted her position.
Laying her flat, he lifted her waist so her ass pointed skyward. Her legs dangled limply in the air.
Body in a C-shape, pussy fully exposed upward.
Yuk-gyeong pressed his masked face to her pussy and sniffed.
Sniff! Paha-!
As expected of a cultivator—no stench even after flames and lightning ravaged her. Instead, a fresh scent.
Cultivator perk: no lingering odors.
Yuk-gyeong extended his tongue and lapped her pussy once.
"Kyak! Em-barrass..."
Whether she screamed in shame or not, Yuk-gyeong did his thing.
Position set, time to insert.
Yuk-gyeong plunged his cock straight down.
Squish!
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