The Fallen Novice and the Sun-Kissed Relief
Hu Yin had surrendered her robes and sword. She was to enter the Disciplinary Pavilion.
“...Yes.”
The Disciplinary Pavilion was the judicial and law enforcement department of the Wudang Sect, the very place that disciplined errant disciples.
There, Jang Dusik stood in the middle of the chamber, peeling away the Wudang uniform that once marked him as one of the sect’s chosen.
The black-and-white pattern robe bearing the Taiji emblem, which he had received the day he officially became a disciple of the Second Elder, lay neatly folded on the table beside the sword he had likewise laid down in that same moment of surrender.
From behind him, another disciple hurried forward and collected both garments.
Jang Dusik stared at the empty space where his old robes had been, his shoulders heavy with shame.
He walked inside the Disciplinary Pavilion and knelt before his master.
...It is cold inside.
The air was icy.
Seated on the high seat as witnesses were Baek Seryeong and Unhwi, the Second Elder and head of the Disciplinary Pavilion.
The two women’s piercing gazes forced his head down to the floor.
“From today for one full month, Disciple Hui Yin renounces her Wudang robes and will live henceforth under her real name—Jang Dusik.”
It was the punishment he had expected.
Even if the little black slave had been the cause, his master’s words had clearly wounded Seryeong’s heart.
What truly infuriated him was that the senior disciple had remained kind to the slave until the very end.
Damn that black slave. We’ll see what happens once the probation period ends.
He would probably be sent to the Disciplinary Camp for years of torment or to the Confinement Hall for solitary training.
That much I can endure.
But there was still a chance. The chance to expose the true nature of that vicious, narrow-minded slave.
Yet the punishment his master had spoken was far worse than anything he could have imagined.
“Additionally, during the probation period, Jang Dusik will participate in the construction projects of the Six Phoenixes and Two Dragons Gathering, assisting them in every way possible. Thus concludes the Disciplinary Pavilion’s guidance of Disciple Hui Yin.”
“Master… what… what did you say?”
“Jang Dusik.”
“I-I’m sorry.”
Jang Dusik bowed his head so deeply his forehead nearly touched the ground.
Questioning the words would have been the same as ignoring them.
But the shock was so complete that the words escaped him anyway.
Watching the trembling novice, Unhwi’s lips parted once more.
“The crime of disregarding the Disciplinary Pavilion’s order is to double the probation period…”
“Senior Disciple, even one month is more than enough for her to understand.”
“Seryeong, you are far too gentle-hearted. When you one day take your place as head of the main house…”
“Senior, I will punish her severely myself.”
It was Baek Seryeong who had saved him.
Even if the probation was only one month—or two—she would still be working on the construction site of the Six Phoenixes and Two Dragons Gathering. That would be a stain on her record.
She had once dreamed of standing on the Phoenix’s stage the way he did. He did not want her to waste that rare opportunity every five years.
But there will be no next time, Senior Disciple.
He felt deep disappointment, perhaps even crushing disappointment.
Yet she had been his junior for so long. The slightest trace of affection touched something in Seryeong’s heart.
Jang Dusik bowed his head lower, unable to bear the shame.
“Hah… I understand. Still, there will be no next time. Do you understand?”
“…Yes, yes! Thank you, Senior Disciple. And thank you, Senior.”
“Leave the honorifics once you are outside.”
“…Yes.”
Head bowed, he stepped out of the Disciplinary Pavilion and looked up at the bright blue sky.
“Hah…”
A sigh heavy with every curse he could not yet voice escaped him.
Working with that black slave for a full month…!
Even now, days later, he still remembered the way the slave had whispered that he was a fool while he dreamed of the nights.
Idiot? A fool? Damn black bastard…!!
He clenched his fists until they bled, but nothing changed. He would only pay the price for his own loose tongue.
Just as he turned to leave the Disciplinary Pavilion, muffled voices drifted from inside.
“You’re going to take me to the construction site?”
“Yes, Elder. The weather is so hot. I thought I should pack a lunch.”
“Why not give it to Dusik?”
“No, I want to bring it myself.”
“Fine, there is no reason for me to stop you.”
Pack a lunch? For whom? Why? In Jang Dusik’s mind, flames roared.
It was impossible to imagine the respected senior saying something so casually.
Why are you speaking so… cheerfully, Senior?
She was going to deliver food to a bunch of slave boys. What on earth was she doing?
Was she trying to catch a glimpse of that black bastard?
“Ah, Senior Disciple… no, Brother Jang. I will fetch food from the kitchen. Please wait here.”
“…Yes.”
He wanted her to stay, to punish him properly.
But as Seryeong began to distance herself, the words would not leave Jang Dusik’s mouth.
*
THUD, THUD.
“Up! Up!”
“Pah!”
Under the scorching sun, the construction site burned hotter still.
The mature aunties had only wrapped their chests with breastbands, yet their health radiated like living coals as they toiled.
Grand wooden pillars rose, and wooden planks were fitted upon them with rhythmic precision. Buildings rose in real time—magnificent, alive.
Even at this speed it will take three full months.
It was the first time he had truly felt the scale of the project. And the Wudang Sect’s devotion to it.
The Six Phoenixes and Two Dragons Gathering.
A grand competition that conferred the title of Phoenix or Dragon upon the eight premier young prodigies of the Central Plains.
Participants ranged from the leaders of major clans and sects to the most famous young heroes of the jianghu.
Every outstanding woman was there, judging the newcomers.
There were swordswomen and poison experts from the Chu family of Sichuan.
All of them will participate again.
One title was not the end of the story.
Every five years the competition returned, and those who still possessed the qualifications had to prove themselves once more.
Losers would be stripped of their titles and new heroes would rise.
“Should I enter as well…?”
“Chuuuup… chhh… uuuung?”
“No, keep sucking.”
“Chuuurp… chok, chok…”
If I inserted my name here, what would happen?
It would be far better than simply stealing the title from the already titled heroines.
I could never remain a slave to the Kunlun Sect forever.
Of course, it was tempting to devour a Phoenix, but I had no desire to stay a slave.
A title that looks good… perhaps the Black Dragon would suit me best.
I had asked the girl currently sucking me what the true names of the two Dragons in the Six Phoenixes and Two Dragons Gathering were.
From the Southern Seas Sect, the South Seas Dragon—O Doga.
From the Namgung Clan, the Northern Spear Dragon—Namgung Ak.
Impressive names indeed.
How strong must they be?
I did not want to change the distribution of the Six Phoenixes and Two Dragons, so I would have to eliminate one of the male participants…
That meant I should become a disciple of a main house first?
From my memory, the original protagonist had been saved from bandits on a mountain road by the head of a main house.
It was then that the protagonist’s talent—his impressive size—had been recognized by the head of the house, who took him as his personal disciple.
Probably smaller than me, but still larger than average in this world.
“Sister, I think it’s time!”
Outside the window, a cry calling for him rang out.
I was currently seated in the so-called work foreman’s room, receiving oral service from the girl in my lap.
“Go on ahead. I’ll leave soon too.”
“Chuuuurp… haa, haa… do not spill your seed on the others, understand?”
“If Zhui comes faster, there is nothing I can do.”
“Tch… I’m the one who gives better head than Zhui.”
“Then hurry up and go.”
I forcefully pushed the girl whose lips were still wrapped around my shaft out the door.
Unfortunately, it was Zhui who gave the best oral service. Except for the mature aunties, I had evaluated all three of them without pause.
I’m still curious about the mature aunties’ pussies.
The reason they had never visited me before was now clear—the jade ring on her left ring finger.
That luscious body already belonged to someone else. It was a pity, but I did not intend to give up.
The construction site is a good excuse.
At least three months of work. Plenty of chances would arise.
Eating the married women’s pussies was only natural, so I could simply wait patiently.
I kept my rock-hard cock pressed against the tight hempen pants and stepped out of the foreman’s room.
So rough yet refreshing.
Even when I wanted to enjoy the view, the hempen pants had been the perfect choice.
Rubbing my glans against the coarse hemp sent waves of pleasure through me.
I had deliberately bought another pair just so I could feel that sensation again.
After casually throwing on a light jacket, I walked with my shaft throbbing excitedly.
I was probably imagining the taste of those delicious pussies.
I raced toward the direction where the girl was.
“Oh… this must be the way to treat a Taoist priest, to use him as a laborer… Senior.”
“I have renounced my Wudang robes and returned to the status of an ordinary civilian for one month. Please do not worry.”
“Still… hah…”
We reached the shade cast by the building.
Jang Dusik stood there, head bowed, trembling like a leaf in the heat.
Right beside him, Baek Seryeong’s flawless, sweat-free skin glowed even in the scorching sun.
I really want to suck on those white peaches.
I would run my tongue over them and taste something as sweet as a peach.
“Ah, Senior! What brings you all the way here?!”
I ran toward Seryeong with my shaft swinging heavily in the tight hempen pants.
Her eyes widened as they moved up and down my body.
“A, Brother Baek… I-I’m glad to see you.”
“I’m glad to see you too, Senior!”
Over the slightly cold expression, her lips curved into a brilliant smile.
I pulled at my hempen pants and asked,
The gaze of the Four Lords had never left my crotch.
“What brings a busy person here?”
“Ah, well… this is Brother Jang. You already know, don’t you?”
“Ah, it’s Senior the Taoist!”
I had noticed the moment I arrived, yet she was speaking as though seeing him for the first time now.
Jang Dusik’s ears flushed bright red.
“Since I have renounced my robes, you may call me Brother Jang. And for now, I will help with the construction work here.”
“Ah, why did the Taoist… did something go wrong? I already said it was all my fault that time…”
“I admire Brother Baek’s magnanimous heart, but as a disciple of the Wudang Sect, he must receive his punishment.”
“I see…”
I looked at him with genuine sympathy.
Baek Seryeong seemed to sense my thoughts. She placed a gentle hand on his firm arm and said,
“Treat him as one of your own and give him proper work. He knows how to wield a knife, so he will be suited for labor as well.”
“Ah, what happened to our Senior the Taoist…”
I saw Jang Dusik’s clenched fists trembling violently.
One moment he had been above a male slave; now he had fallen below him. How could his rage be anything but overwhelming?
I stepped closer and patted his shoulder.
“Please take good care of him from now on, Senior the Taoist. No, Brother Jang.”
“Tch… this bastard…!!”
“Brother Jang.”
Jang Dusik lowered his head at the single word from Seryeong.
I laughed heartily as a fresh wave of pleasure washed over me in this mundane construction site.