Chapter 489: Daoist Yin-Yang Manual[R-18] (124)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 489: Daoist Yin-Yang Manual[R-18] (124)
“I said I’m not going.”
“Hey, when an elder tells a young man to go, he goes. Are you looking down on me just because you’re strong?”
“Look, you lost the fight, so just accept it. Isn’t the Demonic Cult all about respecting the strong?”
“Ahem…”
Gwonma cleared his throat and averted his gaze.
This is what had happened.
When Wi Dan-wol stubbornly refused to go back, Gwonma tried to abduct me as well, intending to drag us both away by force. Of course, I wasn't about to be taken so easily.
A fight naturally broke out, and the outcome was obvious.
I won.
“...Incredible. To be in the late stage of the Transformation Realm at your age. Our Young Cult Leader certainly has a good eye for men.”
As Macheon voiced his admiration, Wi Dan-wol jumped in as if she’d been waiting for her cue.
“Ahem! Macheon, you’re finally starting to get it, aren’t you?”
Puffing out her chest, she clung to my arm and shrugged smugly.
“Now you see how amazing my lord is, right? He cured my Nine Yin Severed Meridians, he’s a great fighter… and on top of all that, he’s kind and caring.”
“…Young Cult Leader, you’re being ridiculous.”
Macheon shook his head, but unlike before, the wariness in his eyes had diminished. This was the way of the Demonic Cult—to earn recognition through strength.
“But are you truly not going back?” Macheon asked once more. This time, however, his tone wasn't demanding, but rather seeking confirmation.
“I don’t plan on going back for a while. I still have things to do.”
“What things?”
“Things related to the Celestial Sphere assembly.”
At those words, Macheon’s expression turned serious.
“Could it be… that this Celestial Sphere has something to do with the Kunlun Sect?”
“Yes. They’re the ones who destroyed the Kunlun Sect, and they’re probably plotting something else somewhere as we speak.”
“Hmm…”
Macheon stroked his chin, lost in thought.
“Does that mean the Young Cult Leader will also be involved in this?”
“That’s right. If it’s something my lord is doing, then I have to help him!” Wi Dan-wol declared proudly. Seeing this, Gwonma let out a weary sigh and shook his head.
“Hah… They say love makes you lose all sense.”
Then he looked at me and spoke.
“Fine. We’ll follow you for a while. We can’t just leave this kid alone in the Central Plains.”
“Hey, shouldn’t you be returning to the Cult?”
As Wi Dan-wol pouted and grumbled, Gwonma chuckled and replied, “It’s been a while since I’ve been in the Central Plains. I think I’ll do a little traveling.”
And just like that, the two men naturally joined our party.
*
Meanwhile, Jin Myeong-woo was anxiously scanning the streets.
Miss Wi… where did she go?
He had been peeking through the hole into her room as usual, only to find it empty.
At the same time, Jin Seo-yun had also disappeared.
An ominous feeling crept over him, but Jin Myeong-woo tried his best to ignore it. He didn’t want to believe it.
“…Please.”
A vein throbbed on Jin Myeong-woo’s forehead as he stood there blankly.
That bastard… he promised.
He was a fucking idiot for believing him.
Rage surged through him. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.
Did he steal her from me again? This time, too?
The next morning, when he saw Wi Dan-wol again at the inn, Jin Myeong-woo finally let out a sigh of relief.
Two unfamiliar middle-aged men were with her.
“Some people from the Cult came to see me at dawn, so I met with them for a bit.”
Her words cleared his suspicions. The tension slowly drained from his body.
Thank god… I was worried for nothing.
But at the same time, another question arose.
Then… where the hell did that bastard Jin Seo-yun go?
He didn’t even have to think about it. Recalling the things the man had done until now, there was only one answer.
He probably crawled off to rape some woman somewhere, the son of a bitch…
Cursing Jin Seo-yun under his breath, he immediately approached the two men beside Wi Dan-wol and greeted them politely.
“Greetings, Elders.”
Gwonma narrowed his eyes and asked, “…Hm? And who are you?”
“My name is Jin Myeong-woo. I am traveling with Miss Wi.”
“Hmm…”
The red-haired, middle-aged man squinted at him.
…He’s strong.
He could feel an overwhelming sense of pressure.
Seeing how Miss Wi, who was always so expressionless, is greeting them so warmly, they must be close.
How could he make a good impression on them?
Just as he was pondering this, Wi Dan-wol spoke to him.
“I need to talk to Seo-yun for a moment… no, I mean, I need to talk to him. Myeong-woo, could you give us some space?”
Jin Myeong-woo couldn’t believe his ears.
“What… did you just say?”
“I asked you to give us some space.”
“No, not that. At first… you said ‘My Lo—’”
“Ah, that was just a slip of the tongue. More importantly, hurry up and leave.”
“……”
Jin Myeong-woo was left speechless.
Her somewhat cold tone and icy gaze made him feel like an unwelcome obstacle.
What… what is this? Did I do something wrong?
He asked himself internally, but no answer came.
“……”
Jin Myeong-woo forced a nod and stepped away.
*
With Gwonma and Macheon joining us, our travel speed increased significantly. With two masters in our party, we couldn't exactly have sex with Wi Dan-wol whenever we wanted like before, so we had no choice but to quietly focus on moving.
Thanks to that, the journey to Shandong was much smoother and faster than expected.
During our travels, I began to reveal information about the Celestial Sphere to Wi Dan-wol one piece at a time. She listened intently to my words, sometimes surprised, sometimes enraged.
“…They are dangerous people.”
“They are. The Celestial Sphere is a group that intends to devour the entire Murim.”
Gwonma, who had been listening, interjected with a cold expression.
“So those bastards… dared to use our Cult’s name to plot such a thing.”
“That’s right.”
Macheon crossed his arms and asked in a low voice, “Do you know where their base is?”
“Not yet. However, the Murim Alliance is likely searching for them. Their base should reveal itself soon enough.”
At my words, a sharp killing intent flared in the eyes of both Gwonma and Macheon. As they reconfirmed the fact that the Celestial Sphere had sullied the name of the Demonic Cult by impersonating it, the two elders displayed an immeasurable fury.
“More importantly, both of you. You should avoid using your demonic energy as much as possible.”
Gwonma raised an eyebrow and asked, “What’s this all of a sudden?”
“From here on out, we’re in the Mount Hua Sect’s sphere of influence. If you two emit any demonic energy, masters from the Mount Hua Sect will be on us immediately.”
“Ahem, who do you take us for? We are elders of the Demonic Cult. We wouldn’t make a mistake like carelessly revealing our demonic energy.”
“And how do you explain what you two, who claim to be so discerning, did the moment you arrived in Shaanxi?”
My words made Gwonma’s face turn red. Macheon coughed beside him and subtly looked away.
I recalled what had happened when we arrived in Shaanxi. The moment the two saw a martial artist in front of the inn, they picked a fight for no reason other than that he ‘looked strong.’ Even when their opponent was flustered and didn't know what to do, Gwonma had gotten angry, shouting, “A young punk shouldn’t get intimidated just because he’s been challenged!” Seeing that, I had a realization.
The Demonic Cult… this place is just a den of madmen with no sane people in it.
Macheon coughed awkwardly, trying to lighten the mood.
“Ahem, my body was just a bit stiff back then, so I was just loosening up. I’ll be more careful from now on.”
“Please do. It would be troublesome if our identities were revealed in the current situation.”
Gwonma replied grumpily.
“I get it, I get it. You nag too much.”
And so, we set off on our journey again. With three people from the Demonic Cult in our party, we had to travel as carefully as possible to avoid drawing attention. But then, we ran into an unexpected person.
“Young Master… Jin. It’s been a while.”
It was Namgung Hyeok. I wondered what he was doing in Shaanxi, but I replied calmly.
“It’s been a while for you too, Young Master Namgung.”
“I heard you were helping the Murim Alliance. What brings you all the way to Shaanxi?”
“I came here on some urgent business. But what brings you to Shaanxi, Young Master?”
“I stopped by to see Yeon-seol. It’s been a while, so I wanted to see her face…”
…Ah, right. Hwa Yeon-seol was from the Mount Hua Sect.
As her name popped into my head, old memories naturally followed. And at the same time, blood rushed to my dick.
“By the way, the people behind you all have an extraordinary air about them. Would you mind introducing me?”
Namgung Hyeok’s gaze shifted to Gwonma, Macheon, and Wi Dan-wol.
“Ah, these people… are my companions. It’s difficult to give detailed introductions due to circumstances, but you don’t need to worry.”
Namgung Hyeok frowned subtly but soon smiled and nodded.
“If you say so, I won’t ask further. Please travel safely.”
He gave a slight bow and walked past us. Watching his retreating back, Gwonma muttered under his breath.
“That one also possesses extraordinary skill.”
I nodded in agreement.
“You’re right. That man is the Young Lord of the Namgung Clan. And we’ll be staying here for the day.”
Gwonma frowned.
“Hm? Weren’t we supposed to leave right away?”
“Something came up that I need to take care of.”
“Hmph, is it important?”
“Yes, very important.”
“Then we’ll have to find a place to stay for the night.”
Following Gwonma’s words, we immediately set out to find lodging.
After settling into a high-class inn, I managed to shake off a persistent Wi Dan-wol and made my way toward the Mount Hua Sect.
When I stood before the gates of the Mount Hua Sect, a gatekeeper eyed me warily and asked, “What is your business here?”
“I’m here to see a disciple of the Mount Hua Sect, Hwa Yeon-seol. Could you call for her?”
The gatekeeper asked again, cautiously, “If you don’t mind me asking, may I know who you are?”
I took out the Murim Alliance Inspector’s Badge from my robes and showed it to him.
“Tell her that Young Master Jin of the Jilin Jin Clan has come to see her.”
Upon seeing the Murim Alliance Inspector’s Badge, the gatekeeper’s expression instantly became respectful, and he hurried inside.
A short while later, the gatekeeper returned.
“Great Sir, my apologies. Miss Hwa is currently speaking with a guest, so she says it will be difficult to meet you in person. Instead, she asked me to give this to you.”
What the gatekeeper handed me was a small, neatly folded note. I took the note, placed it in my robes, and handed him a few silver taels.
“Thank you. Use this to buy yourself a meal.”
“Gasp! Thank you, Great Sir!”
The gatekeeper bowed deeply and retreated.
I slowly turned away from the Mount Hua Sect, took the note from my robes, and read it.
『I will be waiting tonight at the Hour of the Rat (11 PM - 1 AM) in the hermitage behind Mount Hua.』
I let out a small laugh and folded the note back up.
Guess it’s time to enjoy the pussy of one of Murim’s Four Flowers.
My steps felt lighter. I was looking forward to my meeting with her tonight.