Chapter 990
Chapter 990
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 990
Chapter Title: 990. Path of Radiant Ascension
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“What's the real story behind Hwangbo Ga-hye's engagement to O Ji-mu, the young sect master of the Three Absolutes Sect?”
“Can't you guess? Hwangbo Ga-hye was sold off.”
The cloth in her hand soon headed toward her crotch. Like other women in this world, her pussy was covered in thick hair. The wet black curls contrasted sharply with the white semen, making it look even more obscene.
Smoothly, wipe.
The cloth kept moving as it cleaned her pussy. There was so much cum inside her that it showed no signs of stopping anytime soon.
“What about O Ji-mu?”
“The Wind Sword Young Master of the Three Absolutes Sect—that's his nickname. As befits a promising young sect master from a rising faction, he's arrogant and loves to play around. He's famous for courting Hwangbo Ga-hye of the Shandong Treasure Clan over thirty times. People generally have a good opinion of him.”
“From what I saw, he didn't seem like much.”
“Not to you, Young Master Seong. O Ji-mu hasn't caused any major incidents. He lives within the bounds of common sense. On top of that, he's handsome and a martial arts genius.”
“A genius? He's not even on my level.”
“If we compare everyone to Young Master Seong, they'd all have to go kill themselves. I hate to say it myself, but... you're a once-in-a-millennium genius.”
“Hm.”
I nodded. Praise from a beauty gladdens both me and my little brother.
Gongbi, whether sensing my mood or not, wore an irritated expression as she dug her middle finger into her pussy to scoop out the cum. Did she even realize I was right behind her, less than a meter from her ass?
'I get it now! She's tempting me by showing off her pussy and asshole!'
I watched as her pussy gushed out the semen in thick spurts. Once it was all out, I'd refill it.
“So, in conclusion, O Ji-mu is an upstanding, good guy?”
“I told you earlier. Hwangbo Ga-hye was sold off. Why else would that happen? O Ji-mu used the Three Absolutes Sect's influence to pressure the Hwangbo family. It wouldn't be a bad deal for them either—allying with the Hwangbo clan would give them legitimacy.”
“Then did Hwangbo Ga-hye enter the Manmu Tower because of O Ji-mu?”
“No. I don't know what they think of each other, but their reasons for entering the tower are different. The Manmu Tower is a tower of opportunity for ronin and small-to-medium sects to begin with. Even those sects rarely challenge it. Do you know why?”
“Because it's dangerous.”
The Manmu Tower was perilous. The first floor alone had turned into a slaughterhouse. Would a prestigious sect want to send their carefully nurtured disciples into a death trap like that? Absolutely not.
'Send in the incompetent, and they'll die for sure. Send in the talented, and if something goes wrong, the loss is too great. The age limit under fifty is a huge hurdle.'
It wasn't high risk, high reward. It was high-high-high risk, high reward.
Prestigious sects had little to gain from it anyway.
Martial arts? Prestigious sects weren't called that for nothing—they had superior techniques.
Elixirs? Any sect of decent size cultivated them.
Magical treasures? Money could buy them. No need to take risks.
The Manmu Tower was hell. Survive it, and you'd become a master. Fail, and you'd die.
“Hwangbo Ga-hye's goal must be elixirs. If the Hwangbo family's fortunes are declining, securing a supply would be tough.”
“Righteous faction martial arts—especially renowned ones—practically require elixirs. Hwangbo Ga-hye is an ambitious woman.”
“Yeah. She's got a bit of that scheming vixen vibe.”
“O Ji-mu's goal is martial arts. The Three Absolutes Sect is on the rise, but they lack foundational techniques like the Hwangbo family's. His aim is probably conquering the tower. The prize this time—the September Spirit Sword Technique—is no ordinary sword art. Other big names are after it too... didn't you see any?”
“No clue. Didn't spot anyone noteworthy. Aren't they all dead?”
“......This Manmu Tower is brutally tough, huh.”
Gongbi finished cleaning her pussy. It was spotless now. From behind, I grabbed her ass and thrust my cock in.
Squelch.
Even after scooping out the cum, her inner walls were drenched in her own juices.
“Kyaaah?!”
“Heh. Feels good, right?”
“Y-Young Master Seong...! Hnng, haaaang!”
Gongbi let out a moan laced with pleasure. Her body had clung to me just moments ago, riding through countless orgasms. Once fully ignited, it wouldn't cool down easily.
“Hng, haa, haaang!”
I pinched her nipples and clit with my fingers. The effect was immediate. Gongbi squirted as she sank into the depths of ecstasy.
The 10th floor trial of the Manmu Tower was to survive for a week. Unlike the 5th floor survival trial, this one pitted you against assassins gunning for your life. And it was an individual trial, not a group one.
I turned to Hwangbo Ga-hye. If she messed up here, I'd lose my mind. She looked calm, her face showing no trace of anxiety.
'Is she that confident?'
Next, I glanced at Seong Ji-gon and Jeong Bin. Jeong Bin had reached the realm of enlightenment, so the 10th floor would be a breeze for him.
“Yu-jin. Don't worry. I haven't just been playing around.”
Seong Ji-gon grinned confidently and raised his fist. Jeong Bin nodded beside him.
“Amitabha. I vouch for Young Master Seong Ji-gon's skills. His efforts won't betray him.”
I handed Seong Ji-gon a detoxification stone.
“Detox Stone. Take it. Don't get poisoned by the assassins.”
“It's a trial—would assassins really use poison?”
“The Manmu Tower doesn't care if people die. No reason not to.”
“Yeah, fair point. Thanks, I'll take it.”
A sparkling gaze caught my eye. It was Jeong Bin. The monk was looking at me with eager anticipation. I knew exactly what he wanted.
I tossed him a hamburger—fresh from a regular fast-food joint, still hot.
'This monk's never had one before.'
Jeong Bin unwrapped it as I instructed and took a big bite.
“Ooooh!?”
His body glowed with golden light, white beams shooting from his eyes.
“Mmm~!!”
And he ejaculated a white fluid.
Luckily, his monastic robes prevented it from splashing on me.
'If it had, I'd cut his head off on the spot.'
Anyway, we each challenged the 10th floor trial.
A soldier guided me to a small hut.
“Survive here for a week. We've marked the boundary with a rope around the hut. Step over it, and the trial ends. If you want to forfeit, just cross the line.”
“Are those the only rules? Can I kill the assassins?”
“Doesn't matter. Kill them, negotiate, whatever—as long as you survive the week.”
“Negotiation's an option, huh.”
“......”
I had zero intention of negotiating with assassins. If they came at me, they'd die.
“That's all from me. I'll take my leave.”
The soldier left. I opened the hut door.
Whoosh!
A black-clad assassin with a dagger lunged for my throat.
'Moment.'
The assassin's movements slowed. I hadn't sensed any killing intent until opening the door. A top-tier assassin skilled at concealing it.
'But I've been suspicious since entering the 10th floor. Why give me a house out of nowhere? Even suspected the guiding soldier, but it wasn't him.'
The moment the soldier explained the trial—survive assassins for a week—the assassin was at a disadvantage.
I grabbed the assassin's wrist, twisted his arm, snatched the dagger, and plunged it into his throat.
“......!”
The assassin's eyes rolled back. I tossed the body outside carelessly. Then spread my senses. Checked under the bed, in the wardrobe, under the table—all possible hiding spots. No other assassins.
'Food in the corner. Meat and veggies. Perfect for grilling.'
Too obvious. Suspicious.
'Assassins mean poison.'
I dumped all the ingredients out the window and sat in a chair. My guess: no assassins for a while.
'An assassin who could strike anytime is the most stressful. They'll maximize anxiety and come on the last day.'
Who am I? I've run a maid assassin squad. Yuria handled it, but I read the reports.
'If I were the assassin... I'd launch a missile.'
The week wasn't boring. I had auto-proceed. In a flash, it was the final day.
As expected, no attempts all week.
'Nailed it. Praise my high intelligence!'
As I smirked, assassins appeared from all sides—through the door, windows, smashing walls. Twelve in total.
I spread my arms wide to welcome them. Too much time to prepare.
“Welcome to my house! Now get out!”
Stormbreaker armored my body in an instant, and the bombs I'd set detonated.
BOOM BOOM BOOM! KABOOM!
In the spectacular explosions, only I emerged unscathed. Striding out, I met the soldier from a week ago.
“...Is that armor a magical treasure?”
“Yep. Cool, right?”
“Very. Doesn't it feel stuffy?”
“It's all prepped perfectly. Doesn't feel stuffy at all. And I can... take it off anytime.”
I deactivated Stormbreaker, and the soldier thrust his spear at me. Blue sword qi flickered at the tip. I blocked with my still-gauntleted hands and punched his chest. His armor crumpled, blood spurting from his mouth.
“Cough! You knew...?”
“You didn't say the trial was over.”
“...The 10th floor trial is complete. Congratulations.”
The soldier died.
Minutes later, more soldiers arrived.
“Young Master Sung Yu-jin. We'll guide you to the 11th floor. Decided on your reward?”
“Thinking some elixir or whatever.”
“The elixirs from the 10th floor onward should satisfy even you, Young Master.”
I chose the Golden Carp Inner Core as my reward. There were other great elixirs, but... the virility boost made me pick it instinctively.
'...My virility's plenty, but instincts are instincts.'
Not like I couldn't absorb the energy, so not a bad choice.
Met up with Seong Ji-gon and Jeong Bin. Seong Ji-gon's upper body was bloodied, but his face looked fine. Jeong Bin was the same as always. Seong Ji-gon picked the Golden Carp Inner Core too.
“Yu-jin. You picked this too, right? Seemed like the best elixir among the 10th floor rewards.”
Jeong Bin was chewing some weird clump of grass.
“Amitabha... I chose poorly. Who knew the root of the Millennium White Wood Ghost would taste this bad...”
“What's a White Wood Ghost?”
“A white tree spirit. Bears red fruit every thirty years—said to taste divine. But the root... haa...”
We exchanged stories. Mostly about the 10th floor trial.
Seong Ji-gon dealt with three assassins hounding him all week; Jeong Bin faced one daily. The tower sent different numbers per person.
Soon, other participants reached the 11th floor.
About 3,000. Those who'd passed the 10th floor. The riffraff were weeded out.
'Good, Hwangbo Ga-hye's safe. Annoying having that O Ji-mu guy next to her, though...'
Soldiers swarmed in. At the center: General Bae Un and an old woman. She exuded nobility—not your average granny. Just looking at her tensed my body instinctively.
“Y-Yu-jin. It's noisy. Be quiet.”
“Huh? I've had my mouth shut. What noise?”
“Zzzzrrr. Zzzzrrrr... So noisy. This isn't your voice, right, Yu-jin?”
Seong Ji-gon looked around frantically, then dropped his head and chuckled dumbly.
“......It was me.”