Plundering Kunlun, and a Bad Influence

"Master, look at this! Look! It's sword force!"

Sparkle, sparkle.

A blade-flare of sword force bloomed from So-wol's hand. It was pretty, sure. But it was only pretty.

"...Are you really going through with this?"

"Yes!"

"Good grief."

My head throbbed. Honestly, I wanted to scold her, to ask where she even found the time for such nonsense. To be frank, So-wol begging to learn Martial Arts felt like a child throwing a tantrum.

Her logic was basically: I'm no good with guns, so I'm going to learn boxing. Obviously, if everyone else is shooting guns and you try to box, you're going to get slaughtered instantly. In other words, So-wol was saying that because guns didn't suit her, she was going to run around with a bamboo spear at best. Did that make any sense? It was the exact same problem as: I don't care if you're Mike Tyson, you're still going to die if you get shot.

Talent aside, both the floor and the ceiling of this path were utterly despairing. But then, another thought crossed my mind.

"Now that I think about it, that guy was supposed to be one of the top hundred masters or whatever."

The guy who introduced himself as the Chief of the Green Forest Bandit Union had boasted that he was roughly in the top hundred of the Murim. Yet So-wol had conjured sword force—something that guy could only achieve by relying on all sorts of external artifacts and formations—in a single day.

So-wol had talent. The problem was that her talent was in boxing. As I said, it was like charging onto a battlefield of tanks and guns armed with nothing but a pair of leather gloves.

"Sigh. This is driving me crazy."

If she had zero talent, I would have told her to give up. But honestly, I was curious. Was there some kind of compatibility between the enlightenment of martial arts and the enlightenment of immortal cultivation? If they actually translated to one another, it might be worth letting her do it just to farm some experience.

"Really?"

"Can So-wol reach Qi Circulation?"

Well, in that case, there was no helping it.

"Fine."

"Thank you, Master...!"

"But on one condition."

No gathering trashy energies like internal qi; she had to keep filling her inner core with demonic energy as usual. And she must not give up on reaching Qi Circulation. These were the bare minimum conditions I could set. I couldn't let her give up on Qi Circulation.

"Is this really okay?"

"I don't know either."

We shook our heads as we watched So-wol play around, making sword force flicker along her blade. It would be great if martial arts could just serve as a stepping stone. Since things had turned out this way, I needed to get her a proper cultivation manual from a major sect, not some trash from a bandit.

"Is there any place around here that could be called a major sect...?"

The Kunlun Sect.

I had heard the name, but in terms of sheer reputation, it was a mediocre sect that might even rank below the Jeomchang Sect. The world was a shallow place, so everyone only remembered Shaolin, Wudang, or the Namgung Clan. At least the Emei Sect had some unique flavor, but Kunlun was truly ambiguous. If I really squeezed my brain, maybe I could recall something like the Eight Steps of the Cloud Dragon? It was supposedly a place that cultivated the Dao of the Three Pure Ones and sought immortality, but in typical martial arts novels, that kind of stuff was utterly useless.

Of course, this was a Xianxia world. Which meant that the power and influence of the Kunlun Sect, which served and made offerings to living cultivators, was no joke. Unlike other major human sects that only had a vague inkling of cultivators' existence, the Kunlun Sect was a direct hotline and errand boy for them. Their martial arts, which combined modified spells and techniques casually tossed down by the cultivators with traditional combat, were already famous as they fought on the front lines against the Demonic Cult. It was said that if Kunlun hadn't stood as a gateway as immovable as Mount Tai, the Murim would have fallen to the Demonic Cult long ago.

And indeed, arriving at Kunlun, I realized ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠that its reputation was not exaggerated.

"It's a barrier."

Having reached Qi Circulation, I was more sensitive to the flow of energy than anyone, and I could see it clearly. A massive array and barrier woven together, using Mount Kunlun as its center and linking the surrounding dragon veins and peaks. Fifteen towering peaks each served as the eye of the array, and the central peak featured an artificially constructed pavilion. A Dharma treasure. That antenna-like pavilion was the core. Soon, the straight, protruding spire of the pavilion spat out dark thunderclouds, scattering bolts of lightning.

"What the fuck, I thought this was the Kunlun Sect."

Since when did the peaks of the Kunlun Sect possess high-tech lightning-spewing technology?

"Warrior Lord. What are your orders?"

A dokkaebi at the peak of Yeondan knelt beside me. Crushing the Murim Alliance was my sister's job, but since it was on my way, I decided to lend a hand. It wasn't a bad way to warm up, and it would help So-wol grow.

"Pull the troops back for now. Bring over the guys who know a thing or two about barriers and arrays to analyze it. Even if they can't dismantle or break it, they should at least be able to find a weak point, right?"

"Of course, my Lord."

Under the command of the Yeondan commander, the forces withdrew, and the array masters stepped forward to begin their measurements. As I stroked the Red Agate Bow in preparation for any human cultivators that might show up, a white-bearded old man appeared. With a sword slung at his waist, wearing a blend of martial robes and Daoist vestments, and sporting a long, sage-like beard, he certainly looked the part. Wait, was he an actual cultivator? Hard to tell.

"Hear me, you wicked monsters! I know not what calamity you, who lurked in the Yoji Realm, seek to bring upon our sect by crawling here! But you shall drown and perish within our Kunlun Cloud-Mist Array! I have already contacted the Immortals, and you shall soon face their severe judgment and curse!"

A sudden wave of monsters began to surge like a tide. Monsters, whose existence had been so faint they were treated as mere folklore, began to swarm through the Seohang Kingdom and the Murim. It was as if they hadn't been unable to do so before, but had simply chosen not to. Having held back for so long, the monsters were now poised to feast on human flesh and blood, plunging the world into chaos. Countless villages and castles had already fallen. The wicked monsters built altars out of the bones of the common folk, placing the heads and hearts of their victims upon them to offer sacrifices.

"But! This, too, is merely a trial! Soon, the Immortals shall break their heavenly seclusion to protect the human world once more! Kunlun shall hold! We shall hold indefinitely!"

But what kind of place was Kunlun? It was the front line that received the commands of the Immortals to block the Demonic Cult and the monsters beyond, an iron shield that had never been breached. Kunlun might bend, but it would never break. The invasion of the Demonic Cult a hundred years ago, the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons led by a great monster some hundred and fifty years ago—all of them had been reduced to mere nutrients and soil for Mount Kunlun. This time would be no different.

"Though the Dokkaebi are famous, our ancestors even fought the legendary Yaksha Ghost King..."

That was why he was confident. They had slain ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠things called Monster Kings, so what was a mere Dokkaebi? But that confidence was shattered in an instant.

"Great Mountain Demonic Wisdom Art. Ink Chain."

A club, swollen to the size of a house, smashed down and obliterated one of the peaks. His mind had no choice but to change.

"Yaksha Ghost King? Monster King? Who came up with those titles anyway?"

It was humans. Humans had killed them, and humans had coined those titles. Because those creatures were trivial enough not to be bound by the rules set by the cultivation clans and the great monsters, Kunlun had been able to handle them. They say talk is cheap. I didn't know what kind of bastard this Yaksha Ghost King they killed was, but I could guarantee one thing.

"You guys can't beat me."

The weakest point identified by our array masters. We gathered all the monsters and focused our fire on that single spot. Naturally, the central peak was blown away, and the pavilion that had been spewing thunderclouds was shattered. The reason? It was simply too weak.

"Hup."

Crack!

A light swing, and he easily broke. I hadn't even taken a proper stance. He had tried ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to stab me in the flank, so I just swiped my hand like shooing away a fly. Yet, as if even that was too much to bear, a martial artist in a white robe coughed up blood and rolled across the ground with shattered ribs.

"Ah. This is worrying."

Seeing these weaklings made me want to change So-wol's career path right now. They had probably spent decades living by the sword, yet they crumbled so easily. I wasn't saying their skills were lacking, though.

"Haaah!"

"Oh?"

My club, swung with the intent to crush a head, was deflected at an angle by a bizarre sword strike from a Kunlun swordsman. At the same time, a sharp-featured woman who had altered the trajectory of my club lunged straight into my chest. She aimed to pierce my heart with a blade infused with her lifetime's worth of sword qi.

Screeech!

"What?!"

But it was blocked. I hadn't even coated my body in the rock armor of the Great Mountain. It was just my hide. After reaching Qi Circulation, the demonic power flowing through my skin and veins acted like a natural suit of armor, blocking the strike without me even having to think about it.

Still, a sword was a sword; a cut about a third of the depth of an index fingernail was left on my chest. But so what? Demonic energy bubbled within the scar-like wound, and it healed in an instant. Soon, a deep shadow fell over her sharp-featured face.

"The difference in weight class is just too absurd. Your technique was better, though."

"H-How... My sword force was blocked? Can such a monster... even be allowed to exist in the mortal realm...?"

"We exist. And there are plenty of us."

I grabbed the bitch who had stabbed me by the collar and lifted her up. Seeing how young she looked despite her skill, she was either a genius or had undergone marrow-cleansing.

"Kyaaa!"

"Aaargh!"

"You fiends! I, Daoist Un-ryu, shall be your oppo— wait, wait! There are too many of you—"

The stronghold of Mount Kunlun, equipped with fifteen array eyes drawing power from the surrounding dragon veins, was in ruins. Several of the fifteen peaks had already collapsed under my attacks and were burning. The people were either dead or fleeing, drenched in blood, toward the main hall of the Kunlun Sect.

"Hey. Commander."

"Yes, my Lord."

"Is everything cleared out?"

"Indeed. We have demolished all the pavilions built upon the fifteen peaks, and in accordance with your orders, we have spared as many humans as possible."

"Good job."

The martial artists of Kunlun were either taken prisoner or trapped inside the only intact building, the main hall. I playfully cupped a hand to my ear, and sure enough, the air was filled with the wailing of humans, sounding exactly like chickens trapped in a coop.

"The Sect Leader..."

"Where on earth is the Grand Master?"

"I saw him clashing with a black-haired human woman earlier."

"A human? Not a monster?"

"Damn it, it's obvious! She spread her legs for the monsters to gain power!"

"You impudent fool! Have I not always told you to keep your speech as pure and flowing as the clouds?!"

A white-haired Daoist. This fellow, who uniquely combined being both a cultivator and a martial artist, was currently being handled by So-wol. Calling him a cultivator and a martial artist was generous; he was just a half-baked hack. It was obvious at a glance that his talent was too pathetic to enter a proper cultivation clan, so he had been appointed as a mere administrator of a trashy branch like the Kunlun Sect.

"Ugh!"

The sharp-featured woman squirmed in my grip. Having rolled around in battle, her already loose Daoist robe was disheveled, exposing her areolae. Oh, I've got a boner.

"Your nipples are huge."

"...Ugh! You monster!"

"I wonder if your actual teats are just as big."

Her clothes were in the way. I ripped her loose robe and undergarments apart in one go, making them easy to strip.

Riiip!

"Refreshing, isn't it?"

"You bastard! If you call yourself a martial artist, do not humiliate the defeated!"

"I'm not a martial artist, though."

Who was she mistaking me for? As expected, when I pressed down on her fairly large, inverted nipples with my fingers, a groan full of humiliation escaped the female swordsman's lips.

"Ugh... You will pay. You will surely pay for humiliating a martial artist and disrupting the lives of the people."

"I like your tone. I hope you keep it up."

It felt like roleplay sex, which was a nice change of pace.

"You wear such loose clothes, so I hope your pussy is tight."

"You fiend, how far will you humil—"

"Shut up."

I roughly positioned myself and rammed my cock straight into her cunt.

"Humil— eeeek?! Ah!"

"Yeah, that's it. Your pussy tastes great."

"Haa... You..."

Being a Dokkaebi, my cock was massive, long enough to poke past an ordinary woman's belly button. I didn't know how much pain-endurance training she had done as a martial artist, but the sensation of her entire cunt being stretched to capacity all at once was painful, yes, but also something entirely different. Though it hurt, the virgin was temporarily struck speechless by a foreign pleasure she had never experienced in her life.

The hard, thick cock thrust upward as if to conquer every inch of her womanhood. Any female born with a vagina, no matter how upright her spirit, was bound ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to instinctively clamp her tight walls around the shaft.

"Hah... Haa... Huff... Ahhh..."

The unfamiliar sensation of being impaled by a cock. Her toes curled tight like a young girl's, and her fingers trembled like branches in the wind. At that stinging yet throbbing sensation in her lower abdomen, her body began to vibrate against my cock like an electric pocket pussy. The pleasant vibration wrapping around my glans and shaft was actually pretty nice.

"Hey. You're pretty good."

"Haa... Huff... Ugh... Heh."

"Let's go for now."

"W-Wait, you're going to walk like this?!"

Thump! ♥ Thump! ♥ Thump! ♥

"Ah, eek! Ah, mgh!"

"Feels weird having your womb pounded with every step, doesn't it? So-wol said she grew to love it once she got used to it. I wonder how you'll feel."

Of course, it was none of my business. With my cock still inside the vibrating pocket pussy that trembled with every step, I confidently pushed open the doors to the main hall of the Kunlun Sect.

"Heavens!"

"Has the barrier... has even the final barrier fallen?"

"Wait, more importantly, is that... the Grand Elder?"

Ah, so she was the Grand Elder? No wonder she was so good with a sword.

"Tsk. You're an old hag. A total cougar."

"Y-You fiend..."

Maybe it was because they had lived face-to-face for years, or even decades? The Grand Elder's cunt clamped down deliciously.

"Oh, you just squeezed my cock super hard."

"..."

"Are you turned on? Look. Your pussy and your naked body are on full display. Well, I don't blame you. Your skin is lovely, and your skeletal structure—your frame, I should say—is beautifully put together."

Personally, she had an excellent body for a human. How should I put it? It was as if her body had been assembled in a shape that could produce the optimal strength and efficiency for a human. Of course, her limit was still that she was human, but after groping her entire body lewdly, I found her build to be quite exquisite.

"Hmm. What should I do with you?"

"You bastard! Put Jin-yo down!"

Ignoring the old man who was roaring in anger, I grabbed the chin of the woman named Jin-yo, who was currently caught in a daze between pleasure and pain, and turned her face side to side.

"You're pretty, but you're lacking in a lot of ways to be kept as my personal pocket pussy. Your looks, your face, your age..."

"...Ugh."

Perhaps because her pride as a woman had been trampled, her cunt sucked on my shaft as if in protest. Though she herself merely squeezed her eyes shut in shame.

"You bastard!"

"I've decided."

I turned Jin-yo around from her lifted position, making her ass face outward, and pointed at a woman who was covering her eyes in horror.

"Hey."

"M-Me?"

"Come over here and eat Jin-yo's ass."

"...What?"

Squeeze ♥

Her cunt squirmed intensely. Knowing what kind of plight she was about to face, she seemed to beg me to stop immediately. I patted Jin-yo's round buttocks and gave a brutal laugh.

"If you don't eat it, I'll kill everyone here. Up to you."

Jin-yo, who was suddenly about to have her ass eaten, and the woman who was forced to lick her anus, both blinked in utter bewilderment.