Chapter 615: Daoist Yin-Yang Manual[R-18] (160)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 615: Daoist Yin-Yang Manual[R-18] (160)
I was following the woman named Ha-myo toward the Mosan Sect.
‘A formation, is it…?’
With every step, the energy around me subtly wavered. The very air of the mountain felt distorted, and each footfall brought the sensation of passing through a thin membrane. The entire Mosan area was covered in an elaborate formation. Even a martial artist at the Transformation Realm would have difficulty sensing its existence.
‘Why go to such lengths to hide the sect?’
I tilted my head back, scanning my surroundings. The entire mountain seemed to be part of one massive formation.
Just then, the woman walking ahead of me gave a slight wiggle of her hips. The curve of her ass was distractingly large and plump. A playful smile touched my lips as I called out to her.
“Hey, Bubble Butt.”
“Y-Yes?! M-Me…?”
Ha-myo spun around, startled. The sight of her face, flushed red to the tips of her ears, was quite something.
I asked nonchalantly, “Why is Mosan so plastered with formations?”
“Ah, that’s… Ugh… Is it okay to say… May I tell you…?”
Ha-myo looked as if she were asking someone else for permission. I smacked her ass with the palm of my hand.
Smack!
“Kyaa!”
As her firm buttocks jiggled, I cupped them with both hands and chuckled lowly.
“Spit it out.”
Ha-myo hastily covered her rear.
“Hic… I-I’ll tell you! Our Mosan Sect… has been training in the arts of manipulating souls since the time of our Founding Ancestor. Because of that, vengeful spirits consumed by resentment are sometimes drawn here. If we can’t stop them, the entire mountain will become a den of ghosts. That’s why it’s wrapped in a formation!”
She paused to catch her breath, then lowered her voice.
“And… while it is to block the vengeful spirits, the main purpose is actually to protect this place from the clutches of the Cheonhonmaje.”
“Cheonhonmaje…?”
Seo Ryeo-hwa tilted her head, her eyes narrowing.
“The Cheonhonmaje. He’s the leader of the Honcheonhoe.”
“What?!”
Ha-myo’s eyes went wide.
“Do you perhaps know the Cheonhonmaje?”
“I do. But why are you trying to stop him?”
“I’ve only heard the stories from my master, but… I was told that the Cheonhonmaje, Ak-cheon, was once a disciple of the Mosan Sect.”
‘So he was from the Mosan Sect…’
That was news even to me. To think the roots of the Honcheonhoe were connected to the Mosan Sect. If so, the secret hidden here was surely more than just a simple technique.
“Why is he targeting the Mosan Sect?” Bi-yeon asked.
Ha-myo hesitated for a moment before speaking. “He said he was looking for the Mosan Sect’s techniques.”
“Did he manage to take them from you?”
“No.”
Ha-myo shook her head.
“I heard they barely managed to fend off the Cheonhonmaje’s attack long ago. But the price was too great. Many shed their blood and fell, and since that day, the Mosan Sect has grown weaker and weaker.”
Her fingertips trembled slightly.
“…And when I was four, there was another attack.”
Seo Ryeo-hwa’s eyes narrowed.
“Four years old… Then, miss, your age is…”
“I’m nineteen.”
Ha-myo’s voice was a low murmur. She gritted her teeth and continued.
“It was different from before. The ancestors, anticipating Ak-cheon’s return, had prepared in advance. They mobilized countless formations and techniques to protect Mosan. But… Ak-cheon wasn’t alone.”
Her voice began to tremble, and the rest of her words never came. Just recalling the memory seemed agonizing, and her gaze clouded over for a moment.
‘…So Ak-cheon brought the entire Honcheonhoe with him. In the end, only she, a child, was left, and everyone else died.’
The shadow cast upon Ha-myo’s back was impossibly long and deep.
“Then who’s left in the Mosan Sect now?”
After a moment’s hesitation, Ha-myo gave a lonely smile.
“…Just me. Three years ago, even my master passed away… Since then, I’ve been protecting this place alone.”
“Have there been no attacks since that day?”
“No. The attacks continued periodically. But… strangely, there hasn’t been a single one in the last few years.”
I slowly nodded. But my interest lay elsewhere.
“How did you fend off the Honcheonhoe and… the Cheonhonmaje? And did you never think to ask other sects for help?”
“That’s…”
“Frankly, I find it hard to believe your Mosan Sect could have stopped them.”
Ha-myo remained silent for a long time after my sharp remark, then finally clenched her fists and muttered under her breath.
“First of all, I cannot leave Mosan. And we were able to stop them thanks to the techniques of our sect and the help of one person.”
Ha-myo’s voice grew quieter.
“The Life-Death Reincarnation Great Method… and the Life-Death Exchange Healing Art.”
Her gaze drifted toward the depths of the mountain, where the fog lay thick.
“The Life-Death Reincarnation Great Method is a technique that can temporarily revive the dead. But it requires the soul of another as a sacrifice. For someone to be revived, someone else must die.”
Her eyes wavered as she continued.
“And the Life-Death Exchange Healing Art is… a technique that forcibly draws the life force of another to use for healing. It shaves away one life to save another.”
“So in the end, they’re both techniques that trade in lives.”
“That’s right. With those techniques, our Mosan Sect was able to fend off the endless hordes of the Honcheonhoe.”
Ha-myo’s hands were trembling uncontrollably.
“…Countless disciples willingly offered their souls to resurrect the Sect Master and the elders. Then, using the Life-Death Exchange Healing Art, their bodies were forcibly healed to continue the fight.”
I clicked my tongue inwardly.
‘Healing and resurrection, as long as you have souls… At first glance, it sounds like a cheat ability.’
Seo Ryeo-hwa immediately asked, “Side effects… There must be some, right?”
Ha-myo lowered her head and slowly nodded. But her eyes, as if unwilling to speak further, sank into a deep silence.
Just then, Bi-yeon tilted her head and asked, “Didn’t you say someone helped you earlier?”
Ha-myo took a shallow breath before answering.
“There was someone who laid out the formation across all of Mosan. He created a grand formation on a scale we couldn’t even imagine. He… introduced himself as Chu Yeon.”
“Huh? That’s the Heavenly Craftsman.”
Ha-myo looked at Bi-yeon with surprised eyes.
“You know him?”
I answered for her.
“He was a man known as a legendary artisan.”
He must have ended up helping the Mosan Sect while building his secret vault deep within the mountain.
Ha-myo asked cautiously, “More importantly… what brings you all to Mosan?”
“The Cheonhonmaje, Ak-cheon, is trying to bring about the descent of Honcheon. The problem is, it seems he’s attempting the descent at a time other than the Red Ring Lunar Eclipse. We came here wondering if the Mosan Sect, which deals with souls, might know if such a method exists.”
“Honcheon… Is he still trying to summon such a demon?”
“He is. Is it possible even without the Red Ring Lunar Eclipse?”
“That… I’ll have to check the records left by the grandmasters. As it happens, we’ve arrived.”
She reached her hand out toward the empty air.
Tap, tap.
As her fingertips tapped the void, space rippled and tore like a wave.
KRAAANG!
A massive gate was revealed within the fog. Its frame seemed carved from jade, densely inscribed with mystical symbols. A cold, majestic energy emanated from the gate, seeping into our skin.
Ha-myo smiled.
“It’s been a while since the Mosan Sect has had guests. Please, come in.”
“Then, we’ll be in your care.”
And with that, we stepped through the mystical gate.
*
Furniture crafted from the finest precious wood and ornate folding screens decorated the room. A faint incense wafted through the air, and the red silk draped on all sides dyed the entire room with a secretive and lewd aura.
On the bed, a completely naked Bang Na-yun was lying on her stomach. With each faint breath, her smooth back rose and fell gently. Mo-yong Yeon-ah’s hand glided slowly over her. It was like a massage, yet there was a much thicker energy about it.
“Hngh… Miss Mo-yong, you really don’t have to do this yourself… Ahng…♡”
Bang Na-yun’s cheeks were flushed red. Despite her shyness, her body was responding honestly.
Mo-yong Yeon-ah, a mischievous smile on her lips, applied more pressure with her fingers.
“Fufu, Miss Bang. I was personally taught in this area by a rather renowned individual. So I’m quite confident. So… don’t feel sorry, just relax and accept it.”
Confirming that Bang Na-yun was starting to tremble slightly, Mo-yong Yeon-ah smiled silently to herself.
‘She’s surprisingly sensitive too. Especially these ample breasts…’
Pretending it was a mistake, she pressed her palm against Bang Na-yun’s breast in a brushing motion.
“Hngh, Miss Mo-yong… that part is a little…”
“Oh, I’m sorry. My hand slipped.”
“I-It’s fine. But… how much should I receive? This is my first time…”
“Hmm, it’s best to get a full-body massage. That’s the only way to relieve all the fatigue.”
Bang Na-yun tried her best to sound composed, but the warm sensation lingering on her chest wouldn’t fade easily. Mo-yong Yeon-ah’s touch was slow, yet it subtly eased her tension, flowing from her shoulders to her waist, and then down to her buttocks.
“Ah…! Th-That’s…!”
“Your lower back muscles are very tense. Women are surprisingly weak in this area, you know.”
Contrary to her calm explanation, her fingertips delved deeper and deeper. Bang Na-yun flinched, but soon her body relaxed, and her eyes fluttered shut.
‘This is strange… Why does this… feel so good…?’
Mo-yong Yeon-ah’s skilled hands seemed to know every weak point in her body.
“Hngh… Haah…”
“Fufu, Miss Bang. Your body is more sensitive than I thought, isn’t it?”
“N-No, it’s not…!”
“It’s alright. It might be because it’s your first time. Don’t be tense, just try to feel it.”
Mo-yong Yeon-ah smiled slyly and moved her palm up slightly. This time, she gently traced along the inside of her thigh before naturally moving her hand up to her buttocks. Bang Na-yun’s hips twitched every time her fingertips made contact.
“Hngh…! Miss Mo-yong, that’s…!”
“It’s fine. It’s just us girls. And relaxing this area will make your whole body feel much better~”
Bang Na-yun’s earlobes turned red at her sly whisper. But before she could retort, Mo-yong Yeon-ah picked up a small ceramic jar that was placed beside them. Inside was a highly viscous liquid with a strange scent.
Splash…
The cold, sticky liquid trickled down onto Bang Na-yun’s buttocks. It flowed down from her lower back and seeped into the crack of her ass. Startled, Bang Na-yun tried to squirm away, but Mo-yong Yeon-ah’s firm hand held her in place.
“I-It’s cold…”
“It’ll get warm soon.”
Mo-yong Yeon-ah expertly wet her fingers and slowly rubbed along the path the liquid had taken. The coldness vanished, and soon, a strange stimulation, hot as fire, spread through her. Bang Na-yun trembled, not knowing what to do.
“W-Wait a minute… A place like that…!”
“Fufu, don’t worry. For a virgin like you, this side is actually more receptive than the front. I’m giving you a special lesson, so you should feel grateful~”
Her eyes twinkled mischievously. Bang Na-yun desperately twisted her body, trying to escape, but strangely, her body wouldn’t listen.
‘S-Something’s wrong…!’
Bang Na-yun realized the situation too late. Her body was no longer under her control. Her arms had no strength, and her thighs felt strangely weak as they trembled and spread apart.