Chapter 480: Daoist Yin-Yang Manual[R-18] (115)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 480: Daoist Yin-Yang Manual[R-18] (115)
His attacks came relentlessly, giving me no room to breathe. It was a continuous assault that left no time to counterattack. Different forms were mixed chaotically, yet every movement flowed together seamlessly, like a single current.
If I had let my guard down for even a second, I would have been done for.
I slowly pushed myself up from within the thick cloud of dust.
'Are you okay?'
"Yeah, I'm fine."
That last strike... If Bi-yeon hadn't instantly thrown up a wind barrier, or if I'd been even a fraction of a second slower in forming my protective aura, the damage would have been far worse.
'…Are you hurt?'
I tried to lift my left arm, then stopped.
It's been a while since I've been this injured after getting the Libido App.
For a moment, an old memory surfaced.
Is this the first time since... that incident with the Gay Bastard?
A laugh escaped me. This was the first opponent who'd sent such a chill down my spine.
"Heh heh, this is getting interesting."
I took a potion out of my inventory.
I poured half of it over the wound on my arm and drank the rest. The wound began to heal rapidly, and feeling gradually returned to my arm.
I crushed the empty potion bottle in my hand and tossed it aside, simultaneously drawing up the energy from my dantian to heal the injury.
The pure qi accumulated from the Daoist Yin-Yang Manual circulated through my body, mending the wound at an accelerated rate. Feeling gradually returned to my arm.
I rotated my wrist to check its condition, then gripped my sword again.
And then—
-Shhhk!!
The ink-black tip of a spear shot through the dust cloud. I narrowed my eyes and swung my sword.
-Klang!
The sharp clang of steel on steel echoed.
"That was fun, Mak Gang-woo."
"...You monster. To take a hit like that and still be fine..."
Mak Gang-woo's face was etched with exhaustion.
The Eight Ghost Spears of Remaining Souls must have been one of his strongest techniques. The energy drain from using such a move would have been immense.
"Now, it's my turn."
I slowly raised my sword. A faint wind began to swirl around me. Fallen leaves on the ground shot up, spinning in a vortex with me at its center. My energy converged, and the killing intent I radiated was enough to make the ground tremble.
As if refusing to be pushed back, Mak Gang-woo raised his spear again and charged.
But I took a single, quiet step forward.
At the same time—
-KRAACK!
The ground split open. The earth beneath my feet ruptured as I shot forward, instantly slipping under his spear shaft.
"What...?!"
Mak Gang-woo's eyes widened in shock.
Before he could react, my sword spun through the air.
*
The fight with Mak Gang-woo was steadily tipping in my favor. His movements grew sluggish, and openings began to appear. But I couldn't afford to be careless. This advantage was merely a shift in momentum. He was still a master in the late-stage Transformation Realm, and a single mistake could turn the tables at any moment.
Just then, a sharp energy blast erupted from the tip of his spear. I twisted my body to evade it and swung my free hand through the air.
-Fwoosh!
The wind condensed, forming blades. In an instant, dozens of swords made of condensed wind energy materialized in the air and rained down on Mak Gang-woo like a torrential downpour.
-KABOOM! BOOM! KRAACK!!
Explosions rocked the area, splitting the ground and sending smoke billowing up. But through it all, Mak Gang-woo remained standing, glaring at me with blazing eyes.
"Kgh... To use such bizarre sorcery?! And you call yourself a martial artist of the Orthodox Faction!"
I scoffed and pointed my sword at him.
"That's rich coming from a group that commits evil acts for a living. Isn't your Cult Leader the pinnacle of sorcery?"
"How dare you...!"
Mak Gang-woo roared as if he'd lost all reason, brandishing his spear.
"For the crime of insulting our Cult Leader! I will never forgive you!!"
With that shout, his form split into eight illusions that charged at me from all directions.
Sharp killing intent, overlapping illusions pressing in.
Bi-yeon's voice echoed in my mind.
'He's agitated. Now's your chance.'
The eight illusions charging from all sides were suddenly right in front of me, thrusting their spears.
"Die!"
As Mak Gang-woo shouted, I slowly raised my arm.
"Heavenly Moon's Chaotic Dance."
—Fshaaaaa!
A storm of teal sword force erupted outward. Each wave of sword force traced a perfect arc, sweeping away the eight advancing illusions. In a flash, the dance of the sword cut through lies and phantoms. Amidst the confusion where reality and illusion blurred, a single strike found its one true target.
-Thunk!!
"......Ugh!"
The tip of my sword was buried in Mak Gang-woo's chest. His body trembled convulsively, and he froze on the spot.
"Dammit..."
Spitting blood, Mak Gang-woo mustered his last bit of energy just before collapsing and muttered in a low voice.
"The Cult Leader... will tear apart... and devour your soul..."
And then he crumpled to the ground.
-Thud.
As his massive body fell with a tremor, the killing intent and pressure that had weighed down on the land quietly vanished.
I precisely stabbed the fallen Mak Gang-woo in the neck and dantian, then made sure to destroy his soul stone to finish him off. Then, I immediately turned and sped in the direction of Hong Seo-rin and Ju Yeon-hwa.
*
After the battle with Mak Gang-woo, we collected the Celestial Sphere's insignia from his body and secured clear evidence from inside their secret base that they were the ones who attacked the Kunlun Sect.
The Celestial Sphere's operational orders were still there. It detailed everything from the order to disguise themselves as the Demonic Cult to how they should act after wiping out the Kunlun Sect.
This should be enough.
With this much physical evidence, even the Murim Alliance would have no choice but to acknowledge the Celestial Sphere's existence.
Afterwards, being the fastest, I headed to Sichuan myself. The goal was simple: to quickly deliver the evidence of this incident to one of the Murim Alliance's branches.
I reached the Sichuan branch of the Murim Alliance within a day.
When I arrived at the entrance, a neatly dressed gatekeeper blocked my path.
"The Murim Alliance branch is not a place one can enter freely."
I took the Murim Alliance Inspector's Badge from my robes.
"Inspector Jin Seo-yun. I have urgent business with the branch leader."
The gatekeeper's face instantly stiffened.
"In... Inspector! My apologies!"
He quickly bowed his head and stepped aside.
"The branch leader is on the top floor, inside!"
When I entered the main hall of the Sichuan branch, a middle-aged man was sitting and drinking tea. With a thick beard and a gentle demeanor, he appeared to be the Sichuan branch leader.
"Who might you be?" he asked, studying me carefully.
I took out the Murim Alliance Inspector's Badge.
"Murim Alliance Inspector, Jin Seo-yun."
The middle-aged man examined the badge closely before nodding.
"It's authentic. I am Mu-hyeok of the Iron Mountain Sword, the Sichuan branch leader. But what brings you here in such a hurry?"
"I need you to deliver this to the Alliance Leader."
I placed a sealed bamboo slip and a pouch containing the Celestial Sphere's insignia in front of him.
"This is...?" Mu-hyeok asked cautiously, his brow furrowed.
"It's evidence containing the key clues to the Kunlun Sect tragedy. Given the gravity of the situation, it must be delivered directly to the Alliance Leader immediately."
At my words, Mu-hyeok's expression instantly grew heavy.
"I understand. I will ensure it is delivered without fail."
*
When I returned to the Kunlun Sect where Hong Seo-rin and Ju Yeon-hwa were waiting, both women shot to their feet the moment they sensed my presence.
"Seo-yun-nim!"
Ju Yeon-hwa was the first to run to me. Her long hair flying, she stood before me and urgently checked my arms and clothes. Her eyes darted around before finally settling on me with a look of relief.
"You're not... hurt, are you?"
"I'm fine. More importantly, was everything okay here?"
Hong Seo-rin, who had quietly approached my side, nodded and replied.
"Yeah. It was quiet. Did you finish what you set out to do?"
"I gave fake evidence to the Murim Alliance branch and sent the real evidence to the Haomun. A double play."
"Then... what if there's still a traitor inside?"
"They'll intercept it. But in the message I sent to the Haomun, I mentioned that I anticipated that. The Alliance Leader will use it to root out the traitors himself."
Hong Seo-rin looked at me with a complex expression.
"...You're really good at sowing confusion."
I just smiled in response. Just then, Ju Yeon-hwa spoke up cautiously.
"Now... we should go find my brother."
As Ju Yeon-hwa spoke quietly, I slowly nodded. With the fight against Mak Gang-woo and the delivery of evidence to the Murim Alliance finished, the only thing left was to find her brother.
"Should we leave right away?"
At my words, Hong Seo-rin frowned.
"You're going to leave immediately without even resting?"
"Yeah, you know this much doesn't tire me out."
Just then, Ju Yeon-hwa shook her head.
"No. Let's... delay finding my brother for a little while. Seo-yun-nim, you were fighting until yesterday, and right after that, you made a round trip to Sichuan in a single day."
I looked into her eyes for a moment, then shrugged.
"Alright. If you say so, let's rest for a day or two."
Only then did Ju Yeon-hwa take out a small rice ball she'd been holding inside her sleeve. It was part of the food I had given her before I left.
"This... is what you gave me, Seo-yun-nim. I saved some."
"I told you to eat it all. I gave it to you so you wouldn't go hungry."
"Still, with you gone, Master, it felt wrong for us to eat our fill...♡"
Her eyes curved up as her words trailed off. With a sensual smile, she approached and nestled into my arms.
I said nothing, simply wrapping an arm around her waist and kissing her.
"Hah... mwah... Master... this is nice...♡"
Her breath was hot as she called my name between kisses.
"Geez, Mama. If you're in heat all the time, what are you going to do when we eventually break up?"
At Hong Seo-rin's words, Ju Yeon-hwa pulled away from the kiss and narrowed her eyes.
"We're not breaking up. I'm going to follow him for the rest of my life. Besides, you were the one who was worried sick. Mumbling to yourself, 'Jin-rang... I wonder if he's okay... I hope he's not hurt...' Hehe."
"...You heard that?"
Hong Seo-rin looked away, flustered. The tips of her ears were bright red as she stared at the dirt floor.
I smiled and beckoned to her.
"You come here too, Nunim."
"...Okay."
She quietly burrowed into my embrace. As she settled against my other side, it felt as if a space that was always meant for her had finally been filled.
Her fingertips clutched my collar. The gaze she turned up to me had transformed, her eyes now dripping with honey.
"Jin-rang... you're so warm..."
It had been a while since I'd heard that pet name. I could feel Hong Seo-rin's switch flip.
The warmth of the two women in my arms felt comforting. I tightened my arms, slowly squeezing their asses. The soft flesh squirmed in my hands.
"It's been a while... I feel like using your mouth pussies."
"Master, I'll... go first...♡"
"Don't get ahead of yourself, Mama. Jin-rang said 'your,' plural, didn't he? Today, we serve him together."
"Hehe... Then, let's do it together...♡"
The two women slowly knelt before me. Their swaying hair and expectant breaths tickled my thighs.
"Today... I'm going to drain you completely...♡"
"Brace yourself, Jin-rang..."
Their lips slowly began to pull down my pants.