Chapter 77: The Heavenly Demon and the Sword Queen (2)
Chapter 77: The Heavenly Demon and the Sword Queen (2)
In the end, the Heavenly Demon and the Sword Queen collapsed without ever managing to bring down the Lust Demon. That was just a fancy way of putting it; in reality, they'd simply been gasping and panting while their pussies got pounded, until they passed out.
Looking at my two wives' bellies, their legs spread like frogs and their pussies left completely exposed, I felt a peculiar sense of transgression.
It was because their lower abdomens had swollen out like those of women in the early stages of pregnancy, even though they weren't pregnant.
What had made their bellies so taut right now was my semen, sealed inside their wombs.
Who could've guessed the Lewd Seal could seal semen inside, too?
Originally, it was a function that used a Restraint Seal to seal sperm inside the testicles. After tinkering with it a little, I realized I could make it store sperm in the womb instead.
Just thinking about my women going about their lives with semen in their wombs made me laugh.
And recently, I'd also discovered a new way to use the Muscle-Tendon Transformation Classic.
I never imagined it could change not only the bones and muscles, but the soft flesh inside, too.
The Muscle-Tendon Transformation Classic wasn't one of Shaolin Temple's most renowned divine arts for nothing. It could change one's bones and muscles into those of a martial artist, and it also made the body more elastic. Unexpectedly, that effect applied to the soft flesh inside, too.
You could say it made the internal organs more flexible, allowing the muscles to withstand even excessive movement.
And the same went for a woman's pussy.
The last time I pinned Chi-chi down with the Mating Thousand-Jin Drop, I nearly drove my cock right through her cervix. I wasn't joking; I really almost punched through it.
I'd been so startled that I hurriedly pulled King Cock out.
I was about to apologize, wondering if I'd been too rough, but Chi-chi had already passed out. Apparently, the shock of having her womb opened had been more intense than I'd expected.
Afterward, when I thought it over and did some careful research, I realized there was no other explanation besides the Muscle-Tendon Transformation Classic.
Given the structure of the female body, penetration into the womb should normally be all but impossible. But the soft flesh, made flexible by the Muscle-Tendon Transformation Classic, had made it possible.
It seemed Shaolin Temple didn't know this important fact. It was a field of cocks, so women had no reason to learn the Muscle-Tendon Transformation Classic there. And since monks were forbidden from having sex in the first place, it made sense they wouldn't know.
I really don't usually say things like this, but I might have to make Grandmaster Dharma my spiritual teacher.
Grandmaster Dharma. You are nothing but light...!
How could all the provisions he'd made for the martial monks of later generations end up leading to sex?
It was a way of using the technique that made me wonder whether, if Grandmaster Dharma learned of it, he'd come scrambling back from the afterlife to scold us.
"Am I in charge of breakfast today?"
Since the two female martial artists still couldn't get up, I decided I'd prepare breakfast today.
***
I went to the village to shop, then put my cooking skills to use for the first time in a while. The five colors blended together just right, making the spread dazzling to behold.
But despite its appearance, the food was only ordinarily delicious.
My cooking skills were truly only basic. The ingredients were simply of such high quality—and so expensive—that they brought out the food's natural flavors.
It was tasty, sure, but if a cook with even a little skill made the same dishes, they'd taste much better.
That was why Chi-chi was the one in charge of meals among our group.
It wasn't a very cost-effective approach, but I'd bought plenty of quality ingredients, hoping my women would enjoy their food. Besides, this level of extravagance wasn't much of an extravagance for our group, so it wasn't a problem.
"Smack, smack. It's good, but... Maybe because I've eaten so much semen, everything tastes like semen."
"Chi-chi, you're spoiled."
"Disciple, this master thinks everything tastes like semen, too....You didn't really spread any in there, did you?"
"I didn't."
Wouldn't a man who spread semen on the food his wives were going to eat be insane? I had once put semen in food and fed it to a woman who wasn't even a candidate for becoming my wife, while training her, but I had no intention of feeding my wives that way.
A promising young man dreaming of becoming the Central Plains' one and only Lust Demon was actually a sweeter guy than you'd think.
Still, the two women cleaned their plates as if they'd worked up an appetite from spending all day satisfying the Lust Demon's lust. It was a meal that made all the effort of cooking worthwhile.
"But, Master, you seem to have taken rather a long time shopping. Did you hear any interesting news while you were out?"
She really was sharp.
"Myriad Deaths Divine Physician came to the village."
"Oh? You mean the Myriad Deaths Divine Physician said to be one of the three Divine Physicians of the murim?"
"That's right. But don't get your hopes up. There's nothing good about him."
"Hm? Why not?"
Chi-chi tilted her head, unable to understand.
"Doesn't the title Myriad Deaths Divine Physician mean a physician who has overcome ten thousand deaths? So why is there nothing good about getting your hopes up?"
"That bastard's a spy from the Blood Cult."
"Pfft!"
As I calmly told them the truth, Seol Yu-ran—who had finished eating and was drinking water to soothe her parched throat—spat it out onto the floor. It was a little messy, but Chi-chi stayed intent on listening, as if my story was even more interesting.
"Where should I begin? Do you know much about the Blood Cult?"
"Hmm. To be honest, I do not know much. I received the First Heavenly Demon's experiences and legacy, but there was no such organization as the Blood Cult back then."
Chi-chi's knowledge of the murim stopped at the time of the First Heavenly Demon. As a result, she knew little about the organizations or events that had come into being after that era.
In a way, Chi-chi could be called a reclusive master.
Anyone who didn't know her circumstances would think she was a female master who had retired from the Demonic Cult and gone into seclusion after returning to youth.
"The Blood Cult is basically a knockoff Heavenly Demon Cult that was founded two hundred years after the Demonic Cult."
"What is that supposed to mean? I don't like it."
Chi-chi's expression turned stern.
But what could I do? It was the truth.
"The difference, though, is that unlike the Heavenly Demon Cult, which grows stronger purely through Demonic Arts, the Blood Cult mixes in sorcery in its pursuit of godhood."
"Godhood? Did they copy the Living Deity the Cult speaks of?"
"That's similar too, but a little different. The Heavenly Demon Cult's Living Deity means that a person transcends life and death and perfects themselves as a Living Deity. But the Blood God worshipped by the Blood Cult is a god that the Blood Cult Leader draws into himself as a vessel, then unites with."
This was rather high-level information. Probably no one but the leader of the Hao Clan or the Murim Alliance Leader had ever heard of it.
The Blood Cult had caused several calamities in the Central Plains, but every one of them had ended in failure, and sometimes they had even suffered counterattacks.
If they'd been living somewhere barren and worthless to conquer, like Xinjiang, that might have been one thing. But maybe they wanted to live well too, because they'd settled openly on land rich in earth qi, only to be utterly wiped out by an assault from the Murim Alliance.
After causing such a ruckus, where on earth had they found the sheer confidence to think no one would come after them?
"They perfect the vessel through martial arts, then use sorcery to drag a god down from the heavens and possess themselves with it. After that, they unite with it and establish the Blood Cult's god. That's the Blood God, and it's the Blood Cult's ultimate goal."
"So, in short, they're madmen who've sunk so deep into their delusions that they can no longer distinguish fantasy from reality."
Chi-chi had reduced the Blood Cult's followers to delusional, chuuni patients in one fell swoop. She was a martial artist with every right to say so.
In particular, as someone who had inherited the First Heavenly Demon's legacy, Chi-chi took pride in the Heavenly Demon Cult. There was no way she could tolerate the Blood Cult, which imitated it and sullied that imitation with sorcery.
"But, Master, that Myriad Deaths Divine Physician is a Blood Cult spy?"
"Yeah. His medical skills are real, but he's even more skilled at sorcery. People say he can cure incurable diseases, but what he's actually doing is draining their vital energy and forcibly awakening them. It's like letting someone who would have lived five years while sick spend one year in perfect health, then die."
Most of the people he treated didn't notice anything wrong. Their lifespans had been shortened, but since they were living in good health, they felt no sense of incongruity—and then they died in the blink of an eye.
So most of them simply closed their eyes thinking their time had naturally come.
No one ever suspected the Myriad Deaths Divine Physician. He only treated incurable diseases that way, and since he treated ordinary people normally for the most part, that also helped keep the rumors from spreading.
"Besides, whenever he treats someone important, he feeds them a Gu worm developed by the Blood Cult and turns them into a subordinate. He does it so that, when the Blood Cult rises up in the future, they can sow chaos throughout the murim."
Seol Yu-ran, who had been quietly listening beside us, furrowed her brow.
"If that is true, he is truly a vile man. To toy with the lives of people who are desperately hoping for a future like that..."
Killing intent seeped out of her. She wasn't Chi-chi, and she usually lived as quietly as possible, so when she let herself lose composure and radiated killing intent, Chi-chi looked at her in surprise.
But I knew the circumstances, and I understood why she was so furious.
The Former Blood Cult Leader had fought a death match with her mother, the Ice Palace Lord, in an attempt to take control of the Ice Palace. The fallout from that battle had destroyed the Ice Palace. To her, the Blood Cult was an enemy she could never coexist with, so it was only natural that she would find it hard to endure hearing that this was a spy sent by them.
It was no wonder that, in the original story, she became a vengeance-obsessed woman who lost her mind after the Demonic Cult—similar to the Blood Cult—killed her husband and child.
So, to make sure she wouldn't make a mistake in the future—
Clasp.
I interlaced my fingers with hers, making my presence known. I was right beside her too, so she shouldn't let herself become so consumed by revenge.
With the warmth of my body, her killing intent subsided, as though winter were drawing to a close.
Now she was wiggling the fingers interlaced with mine, savoring the presence of her younger husband.
Seeing that, Chi-chi grew pouty, came around to the side opposite Seol Yu-ran, and interlaced her fingers with my free hand. It was a good thing I had two hands.
"So? You say you brought back information on the Myriad Deaths Divine Physician—what are you planning to do with it... Master, what are you thinking?"
"Something fun."
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.