Chapter 100: Jinheung Village (2)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 100: Jinheung Village (2)
Daoist Hyunjin, the Clear Water Sword, 6th Elder of the Mount Hua Sect.
The countless chivalrous deeds he performed in his youth had made his epithet, the Clear Water Sword, a byword for heroism, known to both the Orthodox and Evil factions alike.
Of course, with the passage of time, his fame had naturally faded. But recently, the name Clear Water Sword was once again spreading throughout the Central Plains.
As the master of the Sword Dragon, one of the greatest rising stars of the Orthodox Faction.
Hyunjin had been dispatched to the small village of Jinheung to investigate an old temple where Vajra Divine Monk, the strongest martial artist under heaven from centuries ago, was said to have spent his final years.
It was almost certainly a baseless rumor, but the mere fact that the Zhongnan Sect was involved was more than enough reason for an elder of Mount Hua to intervene personally. They couldn't afford to lose even the slightest advantage to the Zhongnan Sect.
Moreover, with news that even the Shaolin Temple was making a move, it was difficult to dismiss it as a completely unfounded rumor.
After a series of twists and turns, he arrived in Jinheung Village, but it was so small that there were no inns. He had no choice but to set up a tent in a nearby clearing and establish a detailed plan with his disciples.
Although the Zhongnan Sect and Shaolin had not yet arrived, they had a prior agreement and could only wait.
It was then that someone entered the tent. They were from the Hundred Flowers Sect, one of the most prominent secular branches of the Mount Hua Sect. They had interacted frequently since ancient times, so it wasn't difficult to recognize who was who.
However, amidst the familiar faces, one man exuding an alien aura caught Hyunjin's eye.
‘Heo...?!’
Hyunjin’s eyes widened. He was genuinely in awe.
‘...At a glance, he seems like a placid lake, but his essence is that of a waterspout, ready to surge forth at any moment.’
Hyunjin swallowed hard as he looked at Kang Hyun-woo.
His own disciple was a once-in-a-generation genius who had reached the pinnacle of the Peak Realm before even turning thirty, earning him the epithet Sword Dragon. But compared to the man before him, his disciple was no different from an ordinary person.
To have such an overwhelming presence that dominated the surroundings in an instant, despite looking younger than his own disciple. He had to be in the transcendent realm, or at least close to it.
Yet, at the same time, he couldn't shake the questions flooding his mind. He felt an energy from the man that was quite different from internal energy. Of course, it wasn't a sinister energy like demonic energy. In fact, it even felt somewhat familiar.
“My name is Kang Hyun-woo. I'm twenty-one this year.”
Hyunjin was utterly astonished that someone who was neither the scion of a prestigious family nor a disciple of a major sect could reach such a level at the tender age of twenty-one.
And he could only sigh at the reality that this man was now engaged in a spar with his own disciple.
“...Elder, shouldn't we stop them?”
“...”
Normally, he would have stopped them immediately, but this was an opportunity for his disciple. A unique chance for his student, who had always triumphed thanks to his heaven-sent talent, to experience his first defeat at the hands of a genius of his own age.
Even if Cheonghwa was a troublemaker who, unbecoming of a Daoist, chased women, loved alcohol and meat, and often caused trouble, he was his one and only disciple.
What wouldn't he do for the growth of a disciple he had taken in when he was over fifty?
Hyunjin quietly lowered his head.
Before long, the match was decided. Cheonghwa, who had been fiercely pressing Kang Hyun-woo with the Tiger Subduing Fist, couldn't even respond to the counterattack. He was struck dozens of times before being sent flying, rolling across the ground.
He had expected it, but seeing his disciple defeated so helplessly left a bitter taste in his mouth.
But he was even more surprised by something else.
‘To think he faced Namcheon without even using martial arts...’
Jin Namcheon was the Sword Dragon's real name.
‘...Young Hero Kang didn't use a single form to dodge Namcheon's Tiger Subduing Fist and then subdue him. That must mean the difference in their skills is just that overwhelming.’
Only then did Hyunjin realize. This man wasn't a genius like his disciple. He was a monster.
Hyunjin sighed as he watched Namcheon draw his sword and charge at Kang Hyun-woo.
“That is enough.”
He had no desire to see his disciple get beaten like a dog with his own scabbard.
*
After the incident was settled, Cheon Yeo-hwa and I returned to our tent.
Thump.
Overcome with fatigue, I threw myself onto the bed. A lot had happened after the spar.
The 6th Elder of the Mount Hua Sect had barged in mid-spar and proceeded to beat the Sword Dragon senseless. Then, he bowed his head, saying the Sword Dragon was his disciple and a disciple's fault was the master's fault, asking me to forgive his rudeness.
Naturally, the Mount Hua Sect was in an uproar. How could they not be, when their elder had bowed his head in front of so many people?
But the white-bearded old man didn't seem to care in the slightest. No, it was more like he completely ignored them. I was sick and tired of him trying to strike up a conversation with me, asking all sorts of questions.
When did I start learning martial arts, where was my home, which did I prefer among fist, foot, and sword techniques, and so on.
Honestly, it was a pain in the ass, but with everyone staring, I gave some vague answers and made a quick escape.
“You look tired.”
“...You think?”
Cheon Yeo-hwa naturally snuggled into my arms, burying her face in my chest.
I must have smelled of sweat, but she showed no sign of aversion. Ever since I learned the 'Alpha Male' skill, Cheon Yeo-hwa had taken to sniffing me at every opportunity, as if it had become a habit.
“Haa...♡ Still, it's the first time in my life I've seen an elder of the Nine Great Sects and One Alliance bow his head and apologize. And to think they're the ones who value their face above all else.”
“...I don't need an old man's apology.”
He should have just given me money. Like a true Daoist, he didn't mention a word about monetary compensation. He seemed to think his apology was more valuable than money, which, frankly, I can only see as an overinflated ego.
Or maybe he was an even bigger miser than I imagined and just bowed his head to save money.
‘If that old man hadn't interfered, I would have beaten him until I felt better.’
But since the highest-ranking person there apologized first, there was nothing I could do. If I had protested, it would have been seen as a challenge to the authority of a Mount Hua elder.
Of course, the old man did beat the Sword Dragon pretty badly. It's just a shame I couldn't do it myself.
Though, seeing him groaning and out of his senses even as he was being dragged away by the Mount Hua members, it seems the old man went easy on him because he was his disciple.
“Hyun-woo.”
Poke.
Cheon Yeo-hwa pressed a finger against my nose. It was a protest of sorts, a demand for my attention.
“Don't focus on what's already over. Shouldn't you be paying attention to me now?”
“Sorry, sorry.”
It was also a signal. A way of telling me she was getting hot and wanted me to hold her.
I chuckled lightly, pulling her into a gentle embrace and stroking her back. Even through her clothes, I could vividly feel the smoothness of her skin.
As my hand naturally drifted downwards, Cheon Yeo-hwa's breathing grew noticeably rougher.
Squish—
“You're wet?”
“...”
I couldn't help but let out a small laugh as she hastily averted her gaze. Her face, flushed bright red, looked like a beet.
To think she'd get shy now, after we've had sex so many times.
‘Cute, so cute.’
I cupped her chin and kissed her. The sensation of her hot, soft lips was vivid.
“Hnng...♡”
Seemingly satisfied with the gentle kiss, Cheon Yeo-hwa let out a soft moan and skillfully began to undress me. I, in turn, untied the sash of her robes.
In an instant, she was naked, looking at me with a sensual smile as if nothing had happened.
“Huhu, you can't take your eyes off my breasts.”
“Of course not. Even if an assassin attacked right now, my eyes would still be on your breasts.”
“...You can look away in that case.”
Did she sense the sincerity in my words? Cheon Yeo-hwa poked my nose again. She was like a kneading cat.
When I cupped one of her breasts, I could feel its full weight. It was something beyond just heavy, making my hand move on its own. Its shape changed with every touch, soft flesh spilling between my fingers. Her light pink nipples smelled of milk.
“Suck, slurp.”
“Haah, ngh... D-don't suck so hard, I'm not a newborn...”
Despite her words, her voice was thick with excitement. Her crimson eyes, filled with heat, were fixed on me.
I lifted my mouth from her nipple and slowly moved down. I pressed my lips to her lower abdomen and sucked hard.
“Hyt...♡”
A dark red hickey formed. For the record, I left more below her breasts and on her inner thighs. Proof that she was mine. It shouldn't have been particularly pleasurable, yet Cheon Yeo-hwa's body trembled faintly. The scent of a female in heat wafted from her.
I buried my face between her legs, the source of the scent. Her love juice was trickling down. I familiarly stuck out my tongue and licked her pussy. I didn't taste any of the bitter or fishy flavors I'd heard about on the internet.
“W-wait...?!!♡”
Cheon Yeo-hwa tried to push my head away with both hands, but she lacked the strength. She had always been weak to being eaten out. Maybe that's why she always pretended to hate it when I tried, even though she loved it so much she'd lose her mind once I started.
“Haaaahng...!!♡”
Not even two minutes had passed before Cheon Yeo-hwa's hips trembled delicately as she gushed a wave of fluid. In an instant, my face was slick with her juices. It felt like a facial.
“Hah, hah...♡”
With half-lidded eyes, Cheon Yeo-hwa stared at the ceiling, her breathing ragged. She seemed to be lost in the afterglow of her orgasm.
Squish, squish♡
I rubbed my veiny cock against the entrance to her pussy. Cheon Yeo-hwa said nothing, simply staring at me with eyes drenched in arousal.
The head of my cock pushed into her. I'd fucked this pussy many times, but it was still tight, the resistance strong.
“Hnnght...♡”
My cock thrust in without hesitation, mercilessly scraping her inner walls and pounding against her cervix. I didn't use any skills. There was no need for 'Sex Expert'; thanks to the pheromones from the 'Alpha Male' skill, Cheon Yeo-hwa was already feeling more than usual.
Slap, slap! Every time I thrust my hips, her pussy sprayed love juice like a broken faucet. I grabbed her breasts as they bounced up and down.
“Hauuugh...?!!♡”
The moment I twisted her nipple, Cheon Yeo-hwa's hips bucked far more violently than before as she reached her climax.
“By the way, what was that you said earlier about demonic energy corrosion?”
“Hn, ngh...! I-it refers to the demonic energy in the dantian dominating the qi and blood...!”
“Qi and blood?”
In martial arts, qi and blood refers to the magic circuits.
“Hah, hah... When demonic energy corrodes the magic circuits, one's personality becomes rough and their energy turns violent.”
“Isn't that the same as being consumed by your demonic nature?”
Squish, squish♡
I kept thrusting my hips as we talked.
“Haah, ngh...?!♡ D-demonic nature consumes one's consciousness and makes them lose their reason, whereas demonic energy simply rejects pure internal energy. The personality change is just a secondary effect... that's all...♡”
Sploosh!
As she was explaining, Cheon Yeo-hwa threw her head back and shuddered, gushing another wave of fluid. The saliva trickling from between her clenched lips looked delicious, so I leaned in and kissed her.
“Mmph, nggh...♡”
As if satisfied with the kiss, her pussy clamped down hard on my cock. Amazed by the tightness, I released the pent-up feeling of ejaculation. It was so intense my back ached.
“Heek?!!♡♡”
As I came, Cheon Yeo-hwa gasped and hugged my back tightly. I was suddenly reminded of the 'Alpha Male' skill's effect.
[Your bodily fluids carry a faint aphrodisiac component.]
Her pussy, already sensitive from the successive orgasms, was now drenched in my semen, which contained an aphrodisiac. Because of that, even though I hadn't moved yet, Cheon Yeo-hwa stuck out her tongue and came again.
Unable to even let out a proper moan, she raked her nails down my back. Of course, in her state of intense pleasure, she couldn't muster her internal energy, so it only tickled. Still, I couldn't just let it go. It was insolent.
‘How dare she think of scratching her husband.’
I pulled back and positioned the head of my cock just above her entrance, near her clitoris. It was her weak spot.
Squish, squish, squish!
“Huuuunggh...! J-just a little slower, please...!♡”
“No.”
“Wha—...?!!♡”
By focusing my assault on her weak spot, Cheon Yeo-hwa soon broke. She let out primal moans, repeatedly climaxing and passing out beneath me.
‘So, was my personality getting rougher all this time because the magic and demonic energy inside me were fighting?’
The reason I returned to normal just before I was about to cut off the Sword Dragon's head must have been because the absolute difference in the total amount of magic and demonic energy decided the victor.
‘...Still, I can't let my guard down. Even now, the demonic energy is stirring whenever it gets a chance.’
A mere handful of demonic energy was running this rampant against my ocean of magic power. This wasn't something I could just ignore.
It seemed I needed to have a serious talk with Cheon Yeo-hwa in the near future.
‘But that's that, and this is this.’
Her vaginal walls squirmed, tightening around my cock. I roughly fucked her insides as they frantically chewed on me, and I unloaded another shot of semen.
“Hyaaaaahng?!♡♡”
The sex continued until the sun went down.