Episode 13
Episode 13
Translation: Godtl
After climaxing once more with shuddering release, Ju-rin fastened her chastity belt again.
The moment the swelling in her pussy subsided, she had immediately put it back on—so of course, a faint discomfort was unavoidable.
"So, what exactly did you want to know from me?"
"Honestly? Nothing. Why Cheon Gi-baek is targeting me? Probably just because I pissed him off."
"......What?"
Ju-rin stared at Cheon Mu-jin with an expression that demanded to know why she had been subjected to this humiliation if that was all.
Of course, he had a perfectly clear answer for that.
"I just wanted to vent some anger."
"......You fucking perverted bastard."
"Yeah, yeah. So, do you like the Dharma Artifact this fucking perverted bastard gifted you?"
Cheon Mu-jin casually turned up the vibration. The moment he did, Ju-rin glared at him with blazing fury.
"Eek! You're doing weird shit again—!"
"'Weird shit'? How dare you insult your Master?"
"......How long do you plan to keep doing this to me—no, how long do you plan to toy with me?"
"'Toy with you'? I'm putting in my best effort here. But if you really want an answer—how about forever?"
"......"
Grind, grind.
For a moment, the sound of teeth gnashing was audible.
Truthfully, Cheon Mu-jin's plan was quite thorough.
Break Ju-rin completely, mold her into his slave. Then, conquer her former master, Cheon Yu-rin, next. Wasn't it a flawless plan?
His ultimate goal was to bed every elite female martial artist in the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult and absorb their energy.
As for Cheon Gi-baek? All he had to do was make sure the man ceased to function as a human being somewhere along the way.
"Try to think of it as enjoying yourself. Not just anyone can get you a Dharma Artifact like this."
It was a premium import—a dual-action dildo designed for both anal and vaginal penetration. Equipped with remote control, it even allowed independent operation of each function. State-of-the-art technology.
"I don't need—Hngk—!"
In the end, Ju-rin succumbed to the overwhelming might of cutting-edge science. What chance did a mere subordinate of a Heavenly Demon Divine Cult Young Cult Leader candidate possibly have?
***
The incident was neatly resolved. All because someone had, at some point, confessed to hiring the assassins.
Though the confessor was from the Fist Demon Clan, the blame didn't extend to Cheon Gi-baek.
Everyone suspected Cheon Gi-baek had orchestrated it, but what could they do?
Linking a mere student's confession to a Fist Demon Clan Young Cult Leader candidate was practically impossible.
Hall Master Flame Emperor sighed as he observed the situation.
"Honestly, I've yet to meet a single decent person from the Fist Demon Clan."
The sad part was that Flame Emperor himself hailed from the Fist Demon Clan. This was both self-reflection and self-deprecation.
Calling it clan slander wouldn't be entirely wrong either.
But the moment one stepped onto the path of a Hall Master, origins and lineage ceased to matter.
From then on, one became a true disciple of the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult, with enemies to face. So, incidents involving the Fist Demon Clan?
What did that have to do with anything?
That was just how things were.
And to be fair, the Fist Demon Clan's reputation had never been stellar to begin with.
Though they had produced many elite martial artists, the Fist Demon Clan was infamous for the fact that not a single one of them had avoided causing trouble.
Even Flame Emperor had been hot-tempered in his youth, so he couldn't deny the truth of it.
"......Is the infighting starting this early?"
Flame Emperor's gaze settled on Cheon Mu-jin, standing quietly in the training grounds.
He was the kind of talent that made Flame Emperor want to personally pass down his martial arts.
The ability to wield Thunder Energy was an exceptionally rare and special gift. Even if his humble origins barred him from aspiring to the Supreme's seat, he was more than qualified to become a Hall Master.
Flame Emperor was reaching the age where he needed to start considering a successor. Any later, and it would become difficult to properly impart his martial arts.
"I'll have to persuade him slowly."
Though he had been refused for now, Flame Emperor judged that it wouldn't take long to sway him.
Receiving a Hall Master's martial arts was practically a guarantee of survival in the Demon Path Pavilion, where one had no allies.
Flame Emperor immediately retrieved a small box. Inside lay the Demonic Ghost Pill, a treasured elixir of the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult.
Originally, it was meant to be awarded only to those who passed the next stage of the trials—but under the pretext of compensation for this incident, he planned to bestow one now. Of course, his true purpose was to win Cheon Mu-jin over.
The moment Flame Emperor stepped outside, the first thing he saw was Cheon Mu-jin. Seated cross-legged in a corner of the training grounds, the young man was deep in silent meditation.
How admirable.
Flame Emperor was already thoroughly smitten.
Ahem.
At the sound of a deliberate cough, Cheon Mu-jin immediately raised his head.
"Can we speak for a moment?"
"Of course, there's no question about it."
Even considering Flame Emperor's status, there was no need to explicitly announce that he was handing over the Demonic Ghost Pill. There was no reason to stir unnecessary suspicion.
Without hesitation, Flame Emperor passed him the box.
"Open it."
Creak.
As the lid lifted, Cheon Mu-jin tilted his head slightly at the sight of the pill inside. Flame Emperor, as if anticipating his reaction, continued smoothly.
"You must be wondering what it is. This is the Demonic Ghost Pill, a precious elixir of our Heavenly Demon Divine Cult. I'm granting it to you in light of the recent unfortunate incident. Take it."
"My thanks."
Cheon Mu-jin responded with a fist-and-palm salute.
"I shall oversee your energy absorption. Consume it immediately."
For a martial artist of Flame Emperor's caliber to personally assist a mere disciple in refining a pill was something that would make anyone doubt their ears. This was purely an act of goodwill.
Of course, his underlying intention was to gradually indebt Cheon Mu-jin to him. As for Cheon Mu-jin's own thoughts...
'Why is he suddenly being so generous? Did he notice something strange about me?'
Unease prickled at him.
The Flame Emperor he remembered from the original setting was a character who paid little attention to disciples—a man who would eventually meet his end with his throat pierced by a master of the Righteous Faction.
'No, on second thought, having a master of this level backing me is nothing but beneficial at my current stage.'
In any case, now that he had the Demonic Ghost Pill, consuming it was the obvious choice.
Cheon Mu-jin immediately placed the pill in his mouth. A pungent, medicinal odor stabbed at his nostrils.
"Ghk—"
He nearly spat it out by reflex. Suppressing the urge, he slowly began chewing.
As he ground the Demonic Ghost Pill between his teeth, a bitter, acrid taste flooded his tongue.
Just as his stomach threatened to revolt, he finally managed to swallow it.
Then, he assumed the lotus position. With Flame Emperor overseeing his energy absorption, there was nothing to worry about.
But that wasn't all.
"I shall assist your Qi Circulation Breathing. Begin."
"Y-Yes!"
This was an opportunity beyond compare.
The most crucial part of consuming an elixir was properly circulating one's energy to fully absorb its medicinal properties. And in this process, nothing was more reliable than the guidance of a supreme martial artist.
Cheon Mu-jin crossed his legs and began his Qi Circulation Breathing. Soon after, Flame Emperor placed a hand on his back and slowly channeled energy into him.
Huuuuum...
To aid in the absorption, one typically had to forcibly open closed meridians and circulate energy through them.
The Demonic Ghost Pill would be fully absorbed in less than thirty minutes. The meridians had to be opened before then.
"It may hurt briefly. Endure it!"
CRACK!
A pain like his spine being shattered erupted as an immense surge of Internal Energy flooded into Cheon Mu-jin's meridians.
From the Twelve Primary Meridians to every acupoint, the energy of the Demonic Ghost Pill surged through.
"Huuuuh..."
With a shallow breath, Cheon Mu-jin's Dantian blazed like fire.
This was inevitable when consuming a highly yang-aligned elixir. The critical moment had arrived.
'Even with his assistance, absorbing the Demonic Ghost Pill's energy to this extent... Is this really possible?'
Elixirs weren't something one could fully absorb just by consuming them. If that were the case, the Heaven's First Merchant Guild—capable of supplying vast quantities of elixirs—would have long since created the greatest expert in the world.
What mattered was how much of the energy one could extract from what was consumed. And under Flame Emperor's guidance, Cheon Mu-jin had absorbed nearly 90% of the pill's energy.
Compared to the usual standard—where absorbing even 50% was considered remarkable—this was an extraordinary achievement.
What should have taken thirty minutes ended up stretching to a full hour.
An excruciatingly long time.
Flame Emperor, having finished his assistance, wiped the sweat pouring like a flood from his brow. Naturally, the one assisting expended more effort than the recipient—intervening in another's body was no simple task.
"I must step out briefly to catch my breath."
"My deepest gratitude."
Cheon Mu-jin immediately performed another fist-and-palm salute.
"If you're grateful, then reconsider my proposal."
A carefully worded suggestion. Cheon Mu-jin smirked.
"I'll give it some thought."
For now, it was a polite refusal. Still, Flame Emperor felt slightly better than before.
At least the response had shifted from outright rejection to consideration. That alone was progress.
"Later, perform Qi Circulation Breathing on your own. Given your current progress, you've likely already surpassed the threshold of the Peak Realm."
"Is that truly the case?"
"Indeed. Absorbing nearly 90% of the energy means you've not only crossed the Peak threshold but exceeded it. This isn't something just anyone can achieve—verify it for yourself."
Flame Emperor urged him repeatedly, as if demanding recognition for his efforts.
But at the moment, Cheon Mu-jin barely registered the implication. His mind was solely occupied with confirming his progress as quickly as possible.
Breaking through to the Peak Realm would open countless new possibilities for him.
A short while later, having verified his Peak Realm attainment, Cheon Mu-jin smiled and ended his session.