Chapter 597: Daoist Yin-Yang Manual[R-18] (142)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 597: Daoist Yin-Yang Manual[R-18] (142)
The moment we stepped down from the wagon, a horde of dark figures swarmed and surrounded us. There were fewer than twenty of them, but their hands held weapons like swords, clubs, and even harpoons.
'Only the one in front is any good. The rest are third-rate thugs.'
The guards tensed, drawing their swords and forming a line. One of them stepped forward and raised his voice.
“This wagon carries regular goods for the Hebei Merchant Guild! Back off if you don’t want to see blood!”
The man in the lead shrugged and chuckled.
“A pathetic union of peddlers dares to posture before our Black Horn Gate?”
“The... The Black Horn Gate...?”
One of the guards flinched, his eyes widening. I glanced at Seo Ryeo-hwa beside me and asked, “Ryeon, do you know what the Black Horn Gate is?”
“It's the first I've heard of them.”
Just then, one of the merchants behind us whispered in a trembling voice, “The Black Horn Gate... They're a Demonic Faction group that's been gaining power in Shandong recently. Most of them are third-rate, but... their leader is said to be a first-rate master...”
'A first-rate martial artist, huh.'
It was certainly enough to scare them. This was a caravan formed by small-time merchants, and more than half of their guards were rogue martial artists.
The leader of the Black Horn Gate flashed his sword menacingly.
“Make your choice! Will you all die, or will you hand over the goods and save your own skins?”
“Urk...”
Cold sweat beaded on the rogues' foreheads as they lowered their swords. Finally, they turned to the merchants and said, “Everyone... I think we have to give up the cargo. Our lives come first—”
“Hey! We paid you to— Mmph!”
“Quiet... Staying alive is the priority right now.”
In an instant, everyone had placed their cargo on the ground and squatted down. There was a sizable pile of goods, and the members of the Black Horn Gate shoved each other and laughed gleefully.
It was then that one of the Black Horn Gate men strode toward me, pointing.
“Boss! There are two women over here!”
He was pointing at Bi-yeon and Seo Ryeo-hwa. With their bamboo hats pulled down and their plain silk clothes, they looked ordinary at a glance, but their refined beauty and grace were impossible to hide.
“Oh... what a windfall.”
The men's eyes, gleaming with greed, fixed on the two women.
“Hey, you two women! Take off your hats.”
The man called 'Boss' commanded, but the two women didn't move an inch.
“Hmph! How dare you ignore the words of Bang Ja-han of the Black Horn Gate!”
The man raised his voice, trying to intimidate them, but Bi-yeon was once a master of the Profound Realm, and Seo Ryeo-hwa was the woman known as the Sword Empress. To them, the threats of a third-rate gang were nothing more than a joke.
I slowly stepped forward.
“And who are you? Are you those bitches' husband or something?”
“What if I am?”
My short reply made the man snort with laughter.
“Heh heh, then this should be easy. You order them yourself. Tell those bitches to take off their hats.”
I lifted my hat slightly and smirked.
“And why should I follow the orders of someone weaker than me?”
“Oh? Look at this punk, trying to act tough in front of a woman. We know your type all too well.”
“Oh? You do?”
“About a month ago, there was another hot-blooded punk just like you. What did he say again? Claimed he was a disciple of the One Sword Gate and that he'd punish us or something. Do you know what happened to him?”
“What happened?”
“What happened? We sold the bastard for a high price to some guys who like men. He was pretty good-looking for a guy. You look just like him. Hand over your wives, and I'll let you go peacefully.”
As soon as he finished speaking, snickers broke out from the men around him.
“There are a few things I hate most in this world.”
“What are you talking about all of a sudden?”
“First, a filthy bastard spitting while he talks in front of me. Second, someone acting cocky in front of me.”
The man stared at me, dumbfounded.
“What the hell are you babbling about, you son of a bitch! You should've just handed over the women, but you had to act like a fucking idiot. You're getting sold as a boy toy! Men, grab the women!”
Just as the Black Horn Gate began to move, my arm moved first.
“From now on, call me the Gunman.”
“What?”
From my coat, a silver pistol and a black pistol slid into view. I aimed forward and pulled the triggers.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bang Ja-han, unable to process the situation, turned his head in a daze. The men who had been charging forward collapsed one by one, bullets embedded in their foreheads.
“......”
“......”
A suffocating silence fell. They still didn't seem to understand what had just happened.
“Huh...? What is that...?”
“This is a pistol, a traditional weapon from the great land of America.”
My nonsense didn't seem to help him understand.
“And it was made to kill bugs like you.”
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
When the gunshots stopped, Bang Ja-han, the only one left standing, fell to his knees.
“Ha, ha... I... I had no idea you were such a master... I'm sorry...”
“You didn't know? What a shame,” I replied, my voice devoid of humor.
“Fine. I'll give you a chance to live. It's called Russian Roulette.”
“Ru-Russian Roulette...? Can you speak so I can understand...?”
I ignored him and took out a revolver.
“There is a single bullet inside.”
I pressed the revolver into Bang Ja-han's hand. His hand trembled at the touch of the cold metal.
“Point it at your head. Pull the trigger. If you survive, I'll let you go. For the record, if you think you can use that weapon to kill me, feel free to shoot me instead.”
“Urk...”
Sweat beaded on Bang Ja-han's forehead. He seemed to be debating whether to shoot me with the gun in his hand.
“Don't waste time.”
My words made him flinch. His trembling finger pulled the trigger.
Bang!
His head snapped back, spraying blood. Bang Ja-han collapsed lifelessly on the spot.
I retrieved the revolver and casually checked the cylinder.
“Oops, I forgot to take the bullet out. My bad.”
I muttered nonchalantly and turned the gun. This time, it was pointed at the merchants.
“Hand over everything you have.”
“Ye... Yes?”
The merchants' faces instantly turned pale.
*
I robbed the merchants, but there wasn't much worth taking. I had no reason to carry bulky items, and my goal wasn't wealth in the first place. It was to create storytellers who would spread my infamy by word of mouth.
Seo Ryeo-hwa sidled up to me, her face full of curiosity.
“Darling... what exactly was that weapon you used earlier, the pistol?”
“Think of it as a miniature cannon.”
“How fascinating. May I have a closer look?”
“Sure.”
I spun the pistol in my hand before placing it on her palm.
“It's completely different from a sword.”
I chuckled.
“Of course. This is a weapon that decides life and death with the pull of a trigger.”
“The trigger... If I just pull this, will someone fall over like before?”
“Yes. It can kill most people, even without any internal energy.”
“Amazing.”
Bi-yeon asked, “So, who are you going to fuck when we get to Shandong?”
“Cheon Dan-so, the daughter of the leader of the Four Dark Alliances. She's the main target, but I'll have some snacks along the way.”
Seo Ryeo-hwa frowned.
“The daughter of the leader of the Four Dark Alliances... Hah... To think that I, once called the Sword Empress, am now helping my husband violate another woman. I still can't get used to it.”
I smirked.
“For someone who says that, you seem pretty excited.”
“I am not!”
“What do you mean, you're not? Ryeon, you're already as corrupt as they come.”
Seo Ryeo-hwa looked away, embarrassed. Having reigned as the Sword Empress of the Orthodox Faction for so long, the words to save face came out instinctively... but she had now fallen so far that she was closer to the Demonic Faction than the Orthodox.
*
When we arrived in Shandong, I had them carefully cover up any conspicuous clothing, as this was the territory of the Hwangbo Clan.
Just then, Bi-yeon pouted.
“Hey, I'm hungry.”
“Ahem, is 'hey' any way to address your husband?”
“Oops, I forgot! I was so hungry I forgot to act the part. Darling~♡ We've been camping for a whole month, I want to take a bath in warm water and eat some delicious food~♡”
Her nasal, coquettish voice echoed down the street, drawing the immediate attention of the passersby. A few men openly scowled and spat on the ground.
“Ptooey, what a way to ruin the morning. Makes me feel like I drank poison.”
“I pray he has a tiny dick.”
But despite their disgusted glares, their eyes couldn't help but steal glances at Bi-yeon's figure.
“Darling, after camping for so long, I'd also like to soak in some warm water,” Seo Ryeo-hwa said gently. Although I had kept them clean with my 'Clean' ability, it seemed she longed for a proper hot bath.
“Alright, let's find an inn first.”
We headed straight for the city center. The finest inn, located right in the middle of the Hwangbo Clan's territory, was overwhelming from its exterior alone. With red pillars and a golden sign, it was a luxurious place where only the most influential figures of Murim would stay. I paid a hefty sum to rent the largest suite.
After unpacking, we decided to wash up immediately. The bathroom, which came with a private hot spring, was dazzlingly opulent. The marble floor was engraved with a dragon pattern, and the steaming water was crystal clear, with fragrant flower petals floating on the surface.
“Wow... the atmosphere is amazing,” Bi-yeon exclaimed, jumping into the water first.
I slowly submerged myself as well. As the hot water lapped against my skin and eased my tension, the fatigue from our journey finally seemed to melt away. Naked beauties sat pressed against me on either side. Seo Ryeo-hwa shyly leaned against my shoulder, her face blushing, while Bi-yeon playfully fed me pieces of fruit.
The sweet taste spreading in my mouth, the smooth skin pressed against my side.
“This is the very definition of a feast of wine and flesh.”
Seo Ryeo-hwa pushed back her water-slicked hair and spoke cautiously.
“By the way, darling. Are you really planning to go after the Hwangbo Clan?”
“That's right. Now that you mention it, didn't you say the wife of the Hwangbo Clan's head is your friend?”
“Yes, that's right.”
Seo Ryeo-hwa hesitated for a moment before nodding.
“I'm asking partly because of her, but... unlike the Demonic Faction, won't messing with an Orthodox Faction cause all sorts of trouble?”
“It's fine. If any problems arise, I can just go back to the Imperial Palace.”
“Haa... I'm sure you know what you're doing, darling.”
I smiled slightly and changed the subject.
“Anyway, tell me more about the wife of the Hwangbo Clan's head. I hear she's an incredible beauty.”
“She is. When we were young, she was my friend, and we were both known as one of the Four Flowers of Murim.”
“Oh, so she was one of the previous generation's Four Flowers of Murim?”
“No... the generation before that.”
“Hmm, in that case, my wife's age must be...”
I deliberately pretended to count her age on my fingers, and Seo Ryeo-hwa hurriedly stopped me.
“No talking about age!”
Seo Ryeo-hwa's face instantly turned bright red. Seeing this, Bi-yeon clutched her stomach and laughed.
“Pfft, Ryeo-hwa, you're a total cradle robber. You snatched a husband who's a good twenty years younger than you~”
“You're older than me, you have no room to talk!”
Bi-yeon shrugged nonchalantly.
“Hey, I was younger than you before I was sealed in the sword. So if you do the math, doesn't that make me younger?”
“What kind of twisted logic is that!”
I smiled and wrapped my arms around both women's waists.
“Both of you, quiet down. Now suck my dick.”
At my words, both women lowered their heads as if they had been waiting for the command.