Chapter 235
Chapter 235
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 235
Chapter Title: Taiji Yin-Yang Physique (38)
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From the morning, I headed to the training grounds with the Wi Ji sisters. Today was the day for the spar between Father-in-law and the true heroine. It was a great chance to check just how skilled the one called the Small Sword Ghost really was, so it was bound to be an entertaining time.
"Oh, good morning."
"Mm."
...If we could just get past this current hurdle.
Seeing the incest-obsessed creep greet me with that bright, sunny expression made an unbearable surge of anger rise in my gut. That bastard was acting all friendly again. My mood soured right from the start.
"Baek Daehyeop! Good morning. Nice weather, right? Hehe, perfect day for a spar!"
"Ah, Lady Namgung. Good morning. Indeed, perfect weather for working up a sweat."
No, I was about to snap completely, but thanks to Namgung Bin beside him, I managed to hold it together.
How could siblings be so different? Seeing her beaming smile made an irresistible wave of happiness well up inside me. As expected of the true heroine. I had to be careful not to get too swept away.
"Well then, we'll head off first."
"See you later!"
"Mm."
That punk, jealous or what? I'd been planning to chat with him this time, but Namgung Jin quickly dragged his sister away. Typical Siwoo. A hollow laugh escaped me at the petty guy's antics.
"Baek Rang? Hehe, you two seem close."
"Close? That's a misunderstanding. No way I'd be chummy with that guy."
"No, I meant... with Namgung Bin, big brother. Did something happen between you two? I've never seen her smile so brightly."
"Haha... That's a misunderstanding too. Truth is, I have a spar scheduled with Lady Namgung. She's probably just excited to cross swords with me."
"Ah, no wonder she's called the Small Sword Ghost."
"Sister! You said we shouldn't call a girl 'sword ghost'!"
"...I've changed my mind."
And... Hye-mae seemed jealous too.
Seeing her face, usually so cheerful but now devoid of smiles, filled me with an inexplicable guilt. Was it her main heroine instincts kicking in, wary of the true heroine? To lighten the mood, I reached out and fondled their breasts with both hands.
"Just in case there's any misunderstanding... For me, it's only Hye-mae and Lady Eun-a."
"Baek Rang... Hehe, you're right."
"Eek, big brother... What if someone sees..."
"...Kyaa!"
Oh no, my words jinxed it.
"Soyeon-ah, that... hehe, can you pretend you didn't see?"
"Uh... uhuh..."
"Baek Rang, please let go now."
"Haha, got it."
We'd been caught by someone else, but it wasn't a problem. What could Dang Soyeon do about it anyway? Her face flushed red like a pervert's, she took a step back before slowly approaching again after Eun-a's words and greeting us.
"Ah, h-hello. Baek Daehyeop, Hye-a sister, and Eun-a. G-good morning."
Still such a stiff one. Was the breast fondling that shocking? Dang Soyeon was sweating bullets and stammering. Guess I needed to ramp up her training intensity sooner. Mentally revising the curriculum, I returned her greeting.
"Good morning, Lady Dang. Did you sleep well?"
"Eek... H-how did you... Ah, no, I mean... I'll head out first!"
-Tadadak
...Didn't sleep well, huh?
Her face even redder, Dang Soyeon fled the spot in a panic. That girl... Did she masturbate last night or something? Given yesterday's events, it was a perfectly reasonable suspicion.
"Ah... hehe, why's Soyeon acting like that... Sister, big brother. I'll go after her."
-Tadadak
And Eun-a must have thought the same, flashing a meaningful look as she chased after Dang Soyeon. Probably excited to tease her friend. It was so cute, I couldn't help but smile faintly.
"...Kyaa!"
This time, it was Jegal Yeonhwa who appeared.
"Oh, Lady Jegal! Good morning. Feeling better? I was so shocked to hear you were ill."
"Hoho... Much better, thanks to you."
"Really better? Your complexion looks awful."
Was she really that sick? Despite her claim of improvement, Jegal Yeonhwa looked gravely ill. Her pallor screamed terminal disease. No wonder she hadn't shown up all day. I spoke out of genuine worry, but she startled and backed away from me.
"...Ah, B-Baek Daehyeop..."
"Yes?"
"Haa... Th-that is... Aaaaah! I'm sorryyyy!"
-Tadadak
Her face beet red, flustered beyond words, she let out a cute scream and bolted toward the training grounds. ...Was this the famous zero-confession first stage? No, with Dang Soyeon, that makes zero-confession second stage.
Stunned into standing there dumbfounded, I heard Hye-mae mutter beside me.
"Maybe there was something wrong with the food? Everyone's in rough shape."
"...Yeah."
This was pure chaos.
After all that turmoil, the spar started normally, and I got to watch Father-in-law's true skills while munching on jerky.
-Chaeng
-Chaeng, chaechaeng, chaeng!
-Ching! Chaeng!
"Hold on!"
"Huh? What's wrong?"
-Chaaeng!
"Phew... No, nothing."
Close call. Shaken for a moment, I refocused on the spar.
"Now I see why Father-in-law bears the moniker Moonlit Night Sword."
"Hehe, impressive, right?"
Even though it was the same Moonlit Sword Technique, his level was worlds apart from mine. Clearly mastered to the peak like mine, yet his sword felt infused with moonlight. Even in broad daylight. Was that the power of experience and presence? No wonder he was the head of the Wi Ji family.
"Lady Namgung is impressive too. Shattering endless sword qi like that."
"Hmph... But she won't win. She's already tiring."
Namgung Bin put up a surprisingly good fight, showing her true worth, but she couldn't beat Father-in-law. She seemed to have entered the supreme realm... but her body couldn't keep up, lagging slightly in every clash.
...A shame. Her skills weren't bad, but this wasn't the Small Sword Ghost I'd expected. At this level, she was just an excellent late-stage expert. Disappointed by her unremarkable display,
"Haa... As expected of Elder Moonlit Night Sword."
"Ho ho, warmed up enough?"
"A bit too much... but I'm ready now!"
"Good. Now let's play for real."
Suddenly... the atmosphere in the training grounds shifted dramatically.
-Kwaaang!
-Kwang! Kwang!
-Kwangagagang!
"...What is this."
It was shocking.
Once they truly crossed swords in earnest, the earlier bout looked like child's play. Sword qi clashed without respite, booming thunderously, shaking the heavens and earth as dust swirled everywhere.
That was... the Emperor Sword Form.
Witnessing the unforgettable swordsmanship of the incest creep, I shielded Hye-mae and Eun-a while watching. For me, with Observation and Heavenly Martial Physique, this spar was an unparalleled learning opportunity.
-Kwaaaang
-Kwagagang
"Mm..."
Perfect. As I stole glances at her swordsmanship, the word "perfect" came to mind unbidden. What better description? Not permitting a single attack, rejecting even defenses—an imperial dignity reigning solemnly over all warriors. Namgung Bin's Emperor Sword Form was a divine art.
"B-Baek Rang... Father will still win, right?"
"Hmm... He won't lose."
Reassuring Hye-mae, I mimicked her movements in my mind.
It wasn't easy, but not impossible. Her excessive perfection made it traceable. Her ideal motions were the epitome.
-Chaechaeng
Slow but precise: step forward toward the foe, never retreating.
-Kwangagagang!
Pick up speed, press the assault relentlessly, allowing no counter.
-Kwaaang!
Close in, overwhelm without pause, threatening Father-in-law. My turn, my turn, my turn! Merging with her in my imagination, I swung the sword with all my might alongside her.
"Haaaaah!"
"Hahaha! You've improved a lot!"
-Chaeng!
-Kwangagagagang!
But Father-in-law didn't relent either. Parrying the seemingly flawless sword, he advanced one step, two steps toward me and Namgung Bin. Brandishing dazzlingly beautiful sword qi, he roared as if shouting we were far from enough.
-Kwangagang!
-Kwang!
So what? All bow before the Emperor. Effortlessly deflecting Father-in-law's sword, like water flowing from above, in perfect harmony with nature's order—a simple yet unavoidable strike downward.
-Kwaaaaang!
At that moment, the imagined Father-in-law fell,
"Bin-ah!"
and Namgung Bin spat blood, collapsing on the spot.
Unlike my imagination, she had retreated one step back.