Chapter 242
Chapter 242
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 242
Chapter Title: Taiji Yin-Yang Physique (45)
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Instead of taking the barrage of sword energies raining down like arrows, I stepped forward and swung my sword with unyielding resolve.
This was the true essence of the Sovereign Sword Form. It feared no defeat and harbored no doubts about victory. It trusted in nothing but itself.
“Gaaahhh!”
In the end, a brilliantly shining sword aura sliced through the air toward him.
“See... I told you to be careful.”
On just the second try, no less.
What would I have done without a real 'Save & Load'? Those million points were worth every bit—the best investment imaginable. No matter how you slice it, gear advantage reigns supreme. Nangong Jin was a formidable foe, but even he couldn't overcome me after I'd rewound time.
“Kuuh... Damn it...”
-Thud
And with that, our three bouts ended: one win, one draw, one loss for me. A perfect case of self-forged dual heavens.
But as the saying goes, it's the last laugh that counts. By the official rules, that made this spar my victory.
But... was this really how it was supposed to go?
“Truly a shame. I wanted to cross swords with you a few more times—such a pity.”
“You have to head back to the Murim Alliance? Right now?”
“No helping it. It's the Alliance Lord's summons. Looks like the Demonic Cult's finally making their big move.”
“Well... can't be helped, then.”
“We'll save the rematch for later. Farewell.”
Hey, what if you just bail like this?
How am I supposed to level up my NTR rank?
I even won the spar. All that's left is claiming the real heroine, making Sword Siwoo watch in torment as she falls. This is straight-up unfair. I was gonna give him a live show of Nangong Bin's conquest, but the plan's already derailed before takeoff.
“Brother, please give Mother my regards.”
At least Nangong Bin was sticking around at the Yiji Family. Dodged a bullet there—otherwise, I might not have even gotten a shot at her.
“Of course, Bin-ah. Don't push yourself too hard. Enjoy it while you can, then give me a call.”
Still, it's kinda hilarious. Incest bro, you good with this?
I figured he'd drag his little sister home kicking and screaming. Nope. Not sure if it's trust in her or what, but I'm not letting this golden opportunity slip. Mark my words: by the time you see her again, it'll all be over.
“Um... White Hero, could we talk privately over there for a moment?”
“Me too. I've got something to discuss...”
The issue's these two sub-heroines... Keeping them close isn't the worst, but there's no real reason to. Same goes for tagging along.
“...So you two head back with him and scope out the Murim Alliance's situation.”
“Master, can't you come with us? I'll introduce you to my friends—they'd all love to be your slaves!”
“The Zhuge Family's got tons of disposable cousins we can devour. What do you say, Master? Smart virgins galore, no strings attached.”
Tempting offers, sure, but now's not the time for small fish when sharks are on the line.
“My strength's out in the open now, so I'll have to join the Alliance anyway. Gather intel on it beforehand—and on that guy too. Whoever brings more useful info gets ten creampies as promised.”
“Creampies...”
“...Ten times.”
““Understood, Master!””
Yeah, that's right—what you really want is my cock. So no need to crowd the field; just wait patiently over there. After some back-and-forth convincing, I finally shipped all three off to the Murim Alliance.
Alright... time to kick off the real heroine conquest for real.
Fun times ahead.
...Or so I thought. This is ridiculous.
“Get up already. No time to slack off. A day's only twelve hours long, you know.”
How the hell are we sparring nonstop for three straight days? And how is this incest bro even stronger than before? At this rate, I'll drop dead from exhaustion before I make any progress.
Warriors who reach a certain realm can glean much just from clashing blades—their opponent's emotions, hidden power, even their concealed true nature.
“Hold up—break time! Let's rest a bit.”
But I never imagined I'd learn this.
This man...
Desires me.
A sword path utterly straightforward, no deception. Swordplay brutally honest, no bluster. From his toes to the crown of his head, he craves my very being. It's chilling.
Doesn't he already have two fiancées he's pledged to marry? And still, he's not satisfied—he covets me?
-Clang!
-Clang!
“Please, just a short break? Yeah?”
No... it's subtle. Not quite that.
This isn't love. More like... obsession? He needs me. Not offering love in return. But he yearns. Just like I once did for my brother...
Yes. Exactly like that version of me.
So right now, are you... lonely? Desperate for someone to truly cross blades with?
-Clang, clang!
“Ngh... You're no pushover.”
Alright then. I'll indulge you. But keep pushing—grow without stopping. I don't know how long this bliss lasts, but I want to savor it as long as possible. Just like you now, I cherish these spars. I don't want them to end prematurely.
More.
Hotter.
More passionately.
Clash with me heart and soul until our bodies give out. Do that, and I'll give you all the me you crave. Being wanted by you... it doesn't feel so bad.
“Feels like my body's loosened up. Time to get serious.”
“Huh? Wait, no—ack! Aah!”
-Clang-clang, clang!
So come at me with everything you've got. Bare it all to me. I can't see the end, but with you... I feel like I could break free from Father's curse.
...Or so I thought. Was I wrong?
“For real—stop! Timeout!”
“Hm? Talking about others?”
“Uh... yeah... right, timeout! You trying to kill me? Pushed too hard—my meridians are tangled with qi. I need a break.”
“......I was just getting into it properly. What a letdown. You're progressing, but way too slowly.”
“Haha, better than rushing ahead too fast, no?”
“...Maybe. Rushing could leave your foundations shaky.”
“No, that was just a joke... Ahem, never mind that. Uh... mind if I ask something? If it's not too rude?”
“Of course. Ask away.”
“Might be presumptuous, but your sword feels laced with loneliness. Got some worries weighing on you?”
“...Pardon?”
“I'm no stranger to loneliness myself. Figured I might help. Haha.”
“......What did you say?”
There wasn't a shred of deceit in this man laughing off his solitude.
What in the world is going on? I have no idea. What's his true intent? I'd thought I understood everything about him, but that was my mistake. Sure, he enjoys our spars. Sure, he wants me. But beyond that? Nothing.
“Ah, sorry—overstepped.”
“No. Spot on. A consultation... that's exactly what I needed.”
So I decided to ask outright. What's your real motive?
Unlike my brother, he doesn't seem the type to hide his feelings. He'll answer straight. With that in mind, I followed him back to his room.