Chapter 611: Daoist Yin-Yang Manual[R-18] (156)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 611: Daoist Yin-Yang Manual[R-18] (156)
For the first time in a while, I stood facing Seo Ryeo-hwa, our swords crossing.
Clang!
“Hah!”
As our blades met, sword force shattered like fragments and scattered like petals. We were both using the Moon Shadow Sky Sword Dance, but because the practitioners were different, the texture of the swordsmanship was markedly different. Her sword was fluid, focused on technique and finesse, while mine pressed forward with the power and speed to crush it head-on.
The difference was clear even when we used the same form.
Moon Shadow Sky Sword Dance — Phantom Moon Lotus.
In an instant, blue lotuses bloomed from our swung blades, scattering through the air. Dozens of flowers blossomed in the void, their forms intertwining to create a brilliant display of sword light, creating a magnificent scene like a shower of blue flowers in the night sky.
But the difference was obvious. Her lotuses were beautiful and elegant, but their power dispersed like petals in the wind. In contrast, the lotuses scattered from my sword were sharp and intense, as if alive, becoming daggers carried on a gale, seeking out my opponent’s openings.
Boom!
When our swords clashed, the lotuses shattered and dispersed. Amidst the blue afterimages scattering in all directions, Seo Ryeo-hwa took a step back, barely holding onto her sword.
The gap between us had certainly widened, a testament to my accelerated growth. She had once been my master, but she held no jealousy over how quickly I had grown stronger. Instead, her competitive spirit burned, and she seemed to be enjoying her own growth.
There was no need for me to offer her any arrogant advice. For a woman with countless battle experiences who was forging her own path, unsolicited pointers would only be poison. Therefore—
The only way for her to break through her wall was to clash with the strong and shatter her limits.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Sword force exploded in successive clashes. When my blade pierced a momentary opening, she lowered her sword and surrendered.
“Hoo… It’s refreshing to fight with all my strength after so long.”
Catching her breath, Seo Ryeo-hwa smiled, her face as captivating as ever.
“It feels like just yesterday you were scolding and beating me up during our spars. Now our roles have been completely reversed.”
“What a shame. I should have thoroughly educated my arrogant disciple back then.”
She feigned a grumble, narrowing her eyes, but her expression was filled with pride.
Just then, Bi-yeon, who had been warming up by swinging her sword nearby, strode over.
“Ryeon, you’ll spar with me too, right?”
“Yes, I’ve been wanting to have a serious match with you, sister. I want to feel just how strong you are.”
“Heeh~ My little sister is quite cheeky, isn’t she? But be ready. I won’t go easy on you like Seo-yun did.”
Bi-yeon’s eyes twinkled mischievously as she raised her sword.
“I’d prefer that.”
Seo Ryeo-hwa immediately raised her own sword, composing her stance. The two women slowly increased the distance between them, their eyes locked.
I watched them with my arms crossed. Bi-yeon had rarely revealed her true skills until now. I had asked her about it once out of curiosity, and she had answered nonchalantly.
‘Why would I need to get serious with my sword against weaklings?’
She meant it. Except for when she was training me, her fights had always relied on the power of spirits. But this time was different.
As Bi-yeon’s aura shifted, the very atmosphere began to simmer with tension.
‘Come to think of it… Bi-yeon can be pretty vicious.’
She enjoyed fighting, yet she had a habit of hiding her true strength and toying with her opponents. Only I knew her true nature.
‘This reminds me of when I was in seclusion training in the After School World.’
How many times had she beaten me under the guise of training? I felt a phantom ache where she’d hit me.
Just then, Seo Ryeo-hwa, holding her sword at an angle, made the first move. Using her lightness skill, she instantly closed the distance, aiming for Bi-yeon’s side.
Bi-yeon watched the strike, the corners of her mouth lifting in amusement.
Thud!
The tip of her foot stomped hard on the ground. The earth cracked and a pillar of rock shot up. A wall of earth rose, blocking Seo Ryeo-hwa’s view.
In that opening, Bi-yeon’s sword shot up from below.
“Limitless Hegemonic Sky Sword — Ultimate!”
A hegemonic aura, imbued in her sword force, surged forward. It tore through the barrier in a single stroke and rushed directly at Seo Ryeo-hwa.
“Hah!”
But Seo Ryeo-hwa didn't panic. She twisted her sword, instantly condensing her internal energy. Her gaze grew cold and calm, and an aura like the quiet moonlight flowed down her blade.
Kwwaaaaang!
In that moment, a beam of light erupted from the tip of her sword, scattering into thousands of flower petals. The clear moonlight and blue lotuses bloomed at once, colliding head-on with Bi-yeon’s black light.
BOOM!
As the two forces collided in an explosion, thick smoke filled the area.
When the smoke cleared, the two women were revealed. A thin cut was drawn across Seo Ryeo-hwa’s cheek, and the fabric on Bi-yeon’s shoulder was slightly torn. But as if they paid no mind to such wounds, the fire in their eyes burned even hotter.
“It’s been a while. It’s rewarding to meet a worthy opponent.”
Seo Ryeo-hwa caught her breath and readjusted her stance.
Bi-yeon smirked and raised her sword.
“Ryeon. Don’t let your guard down. We haven’t even started yet.”
“You shouldn’t be so relaxed either, sister. I still have much more to show you.”
The tips of their swords met again. In a moment where tension and excitement intersected, their bodies moved in unison.
Clang! Clang!
Black and blue clashed repeatedly, scattering in all directions. In the next moment, Seo Ryeo-hwa’s sword fell like a meteor, seeming to graze Bi-yeon’s shoulder, but Bi-yeon dodged it lightly and laughed.
“As expected of my sister, you’re not easy. But you’re not there yet.”
A faint smile spread across Seo Ryeo-hwa’s lips as well.
“I’ll have to try harder, then.”
Their swords crossed once more. With every brush of their blades and every intertwining step, they moved as if dancing on a stage. There was harmony within the ferocity, and the spar continued like an elegant sword dance.
*
The pursuit squad hunting the lecher could not move quickly.
First, the Jiangsu region was an area heavily under the influence of the Demonic Faction.
Second, they had lost the lecher’s trail.
Third, the surrounding dark path martial artists were shamelessly obstructing their path and launching surprise attacks.
These three factors held the pursuit squad back.
To make matters worse, recent news reported that the Ak Clan of Shandong had officially withdrawn from the Murim Alliance. What was shocking wasn't just their withdrawal, but the fact that they had turned their backs on the Orthodox Faction entirely.
The repercussions immediately spread within the Murim Alliance. An order was issued to halt the pursuit of the lecher.
Of course, the Mount Hua Sect and the Shaolin Temple protested. They had a clear justification for subjugating the lecher. The two sects immediately stamped their feet, declaring they would pursue him independently, and the pursuit squad’s leader barely managed to restrain them.
Fortunately, a short while later, the Murim Alliance issued another pursuit order. This time, they even sent reinforcements.
“Oh Ha-rang, of the Gate of Small-Dick Annihilation.”
The woman who stepped forward had a face as cold as ice, her eyes filled with a blatant hatred for men. About ten women stood in a line behind her. All of them openly displayed hostility towards the men.
Seeing this, the martial artists of the pursuit squad began to whisper among themselves.
‘If it’s Oh Ha-rang… isn’t that the Rakshasi…!’
‘No… why are these crazy bitches all the way out here…?’
The Gate of Small-Dick Annihilation was notorious. Outwardly, they claimed their cause was to subjugate lechers, but in reality, they were a group that considered any man an enemy and swung their swords indiscriminately. That was why they were treated as a nuisance even within the Murim Alliance.
The pursuit squad’s leader, Dan Ri-hyeon, hardened his face and stepped forward.
“This operation is being conducted under the orders of the Murim Alliance. You must not be swayed by emotion and cause a disturbance. Please, keep that in mind.”
However, Oh Ha-rang’s lips curled into a cold smile.
“Don’t worry. There is no one more sincere about cutting down lechers than us.”
And through the gap, another voice rang out.
“A pleasure to meet you. I am Mo-yong Yeon-ah of the Mo-yong Family.”
With a clear voice, a woman exuding an elegant grace revealed herself. Leading the martial artists of the Mo-yong Family, she captivated everyone around her with just a neat smile.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you!”
“To think that even the prestigious Mo-yong Family has joined…”
The gazes of the young martial artists all turned to her.
As all the attention focused on Mo-yong Yeon-ah, the women from the Gate of Small-Dick Annihilation scowled.
“Hmph, pathetic fools.”
She turned away with a flick of her robes, and the women of her sect followed, casting cold glares before leaving.
No one tried to stop them.
Mo-yong Yeon-ah calmly looked around before asking directly.
“By any chance, do you have a suspect sketch of the lecher?”
“Yes, my lady! I have one!”
“Allow me to give you mine!”
As several martial artists rushed to offer theirs, she accepted one with a smile.
And then—
‘Haaah♡ Jin-rang…♡’
The device she secretly carried began to vibrate with it. The tool Jin-rang had gifted her sent a subtle pleasure through her, tickling her secret place.
“Ngh…♡”
“Lady Mo-yong, are you alright?”
“Fufu… I’m fine.”
While she maintained a composed demeanor on the outside, her gaze was completely fixed on the drawing in the suspect sketch. The lecher’s face, drawn based on victim testimony and records. It was slightly different from him, but it definitely resembled the face she remembered.
‘My Lord…♡’
Suppressing the overwhelming feeling in her chest, she composed herself.
‘No, Yeon-ah. You mustn’t jump to conclusions. The greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment.’
But no matter how hard she tried to deny it, the burning desire would not subside. She subtly licked her lower lip and thought to herself.
‘Jin-rang…♡ Your servant has not been idle for a single day, all for this moment. To ensure my pussy didn't get loose, I waited only for you… and trained every night♡’
Her eyes, staring at the sketch, gradually grew heated.
The place where her Lord was presumed to be was none other than Jiangsu.
The deeper her craving for him grew, the more her womb, deep in her lower abdomen, trembled and twitched. All she could think about was being in his arms as soon as possible.
Just then, her eyes fell upon a woman standing alone and aloof on a snowfield.
‘Is that woman… Bang Na-yoon of the Illusionary Heart Flying Sword? Fufu, if I wrap her up nicely and offer her to Jin-rang as a gift… he’ll surely be pleased, right?’
The masters of the Mount Hua Sect and Shaolin Temple stood guard nearby, but she paid them no mind. Her internal energy had grown explosively through her copulation with her Lord, allowing her to reach the supreme level at the time. While wandering the martial world in search of her Lord, she had a fortuitous encounter that elevated her to a new realm.
It was a secret manual left behind by the legendary enchantress Bojihui, who was known as a master of the chamber arts and was said to have built her martial prowess by draining men of their vital essence.
Normally, absorbing a man’s Yang energy was necessary to achieve the full effect, but to her, any man other than her Lord was nothing but filth. So, she chose to absorb the Yin energy of women instead.
The result was the women standing by her side now, disguised as martial artists of the Mo-yong Family. They were lewd women she had personally conditioned and corrupted. After taking control of the Mo-yong Family, she had transformed the women of the clan, one by one, into wanton sluts.
Among them was even her own blood-related mother.
Mo-yong Yeon-ah licked her lips with the tip of her tongue and naturally approached Bang Na-yoon.
“A pleasure to meet you, Lady Bang. I have heard much of your reputation.”
Bang Na-yoon tensed for a moment, her fine brow furrowing.
“I, too, have heard of your name for a long time, Lady Mo-yong. To see the young lady of a prestigious family join the pursuit squad herself, it makes me feel that there is still hope for the Murim.”
Hearing this, Mo-yong Yeon-ah narrowed her eyes and gave a meaningful smile.
“Fufu, I’m honored you would say so. But… you are far more beautiful than I expected. I see the title ‘Illusionary Heart Flying Sword’ was not given for nothing.”
Leaning in slightly, her whispered words reached Bang Na-yoon’s ear. As Mo-yong Yeon-ah’s faint fragrance wafted over, Bang Na-yoon felt an unexplainable sense of unease.
‘What is this… this woman. To call her simply a beautiful woman… she’s uncannily bewitching.’
She instinctively raised her guard. But Mo-yong Yeon-ah seemed to enjoy even that discomfort, her gaze slowly drifting down to scan Bang Na-yoon’s body. Then, her eyes stopped at her full chest—
Her large breasts. A stark contrast to her own small ones.
An instinctive jealousy that was unavoidable for a woman.
‘Heeh… I’ll have to give this woman special treatment.’