Chapter 11
Chapter 11
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 11
Chapter Title: The Mad Dog Comes (1)
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Three weeks had passed since Eon So-young resolved not to refuse pleasure.
I visited her every night and showed her the joys of my cock, and she never turned me away.
She felt some reluctance toward a few of the plays I wanted to try, but for the most part, a good fuck convinced her otherwise.
Now, even the cleanup process had become second nature.
I'd bring fresh bedding with me from the start, and right after we finished, I'd take the soiled sheets away to wash and dry them using my Heavenly Energy Projection—that whole flow felt as smooth as silk.
The sex was great, and my internal energy was growing by leaps and bounds.
Excluding the two hours I spent sleeping, I was basically circulating my energy through sex all night long, so it was only natural.
My master even acknowledged how quickly my internal energy was increasing, so there was nothing more to say.
With my internal energy surging and the sex on point, only one problem remained.
"That's not it at all!"
My martial arts skills weren't improving. To be precise, my forms weren't.
I was unleashing Finger Wind with one hand and Palm Force with the other to counter my master's attacks.
Honestly, I thought I was doing pretty well, but I couldn't quite grasp what he was pointing out.
Was it like those times in the army where you fuck up without realizing it until someone spells it out for you?
"Didn't I tell you Finger Wind disrupts the flow of an opponent's movements to restrict them, while Palm Force is unleashed broadly to force a defense or counterattack?"
"...I'll try again, Master."
Of course, I understood the basic concepts. That's why I was trying to do exactly as instructed.
But it was driving me insane.
Damn, when an opponent shows that kind of opening, shouldn't you finish it with Finger Wind instead of Palm Force?
No, when they're charging in recklessly, Finger Wind alone won't cut it—you need Palm Force to halt them.
Since there was no one absolute method that always worked, my master's instructions kept changing.
The result? I'd put on a sloppy performance, he'd get frustrated to the point of madness, and I'd just hang my head in shame.
What was even more absurd was that this was still considered rapid progress on my part.
According to my master, my growth rate was only a step or two behind the top prodigies of the righteous sects.
It was just that my skills hadn't accumulated enough due to how short a time I'd been training.
In the martial world, if you grasp the foundational intent behind a form and can unleash it appropriately for the situation, you're considered a first-rate master.
Some use wielding Finger Wind or sword qi as the benchmark for first-rate, but that's purely from an internal energy perspective.
In terms of internal energy alone, I was already at the pinnacle of first-rate, but my form precision put me at second-rate.
Usually, people master forms quickly, but their internal energy lags, so they rely on things like beast pelts or elixirs.
In other words, my growth was just abnormally skewed.
Even my master, who knew all the circumstances, couldn't help but hold high expectations for me.
Anyway, after hounding me like that for a while, he kicked away my Finger Wind aimed at his lower body, thrust out his palm to halt me, and called it.
"...Let's stop here and rest. Review the forms in your mind while you do."
"Yes, Master!"
The moment permission to rest came, I flopped straight onto the ground.
Even with abundant internal energy, unleashing Finger Wind and Palm Force nonstop for so long drained me to the bottom.
If I didn't recover it through energy circulation, the rest of training after the break would be hell, so I couldn't lounge around for long.
As I started to sit up in a cross-legged position, I noticed my master staring intently at something far off in the distance.
"Master...?"
"...No. Training's over for today. Don't forget what I taught you—review it well. Understood?"
"Yes, Master!"
Oh hell yeah, jackpot!
There was no concept of Sundays here, so no regular days off either!
Every day, from sunrise to sunset, it was rolling and grinding, minus mealtimes and short breaks.
Lately, with the theoretical lessons on basic martial principles and oral formulas mostly done, it felt like pure hell.
So, yeah, I couldn't help but be thrilled at this unexpected sweet-as-honey break.
"Kid... don't get too excited. Rest properly while you're at it. Handle your own meals—no need to bring any."
"Yes!"
With that, my master sauntered off.
Roughly speaking, it was around 11 a.m. now.
If I could skip lunch and dinner, that meant a dream 20-hour sex marathon was possible.
And no need to bring food? Was this a reward from my master for my diligent training?
"Ah, Namgung Hye..."
But thinking it over, there was another potential obstacle.
If Eon So-young and I both skipped meals, or if I stashed food ahead of time, she'd definitely get suspicious.
Regrettable, but I'd settle for the fact that daytime sex was now on the table.
First things first, I needed to recover my condition, so I closed my eyes and began circulating my energy.
Lee Ja-seong was unfolding his lightness skill toward a red flag atop the opposite mountain peak.
His famed ethereal technique, the Ability to Walk on Air.
After stepping through the void for a while like that, his destination soon drew near.
A man dropped to one knee before Lee Ja-seong as he landed in front of the flag.
"Elder! It's been too long!"
"How long has it even been since I last saw you? What do you mean 'too long'..."
The man silently bowed his head lower.
It was the natural choice for anyone who knew the weight of the name Blood Demon.
"So, what brings you to me?"
At Lee Ja-seong's question, the man pulled a small note from his bosom and offered it.
This note, sealed in red wax with gold foil, meant it was to be delivered to the recipient swiftly and securely using every resource of the branch.
For him, the Sichuan branch head of the Underground Network, to come all the way to these depths of Mount Emei was unavoidable.
Lee Ja-seong read the note, ignited it with internal energy, and turned to the branch head.
"How the hell did your sect leader get bitten by that mad dog?"
"Of all times, that bastard showed up in Anhui... Didn't the Namgung family head die?"
"Ha, came for the funeral, sniffed it out, and made his move right away? And your sect leader just happened to be at the Anhui branch? What rotten luck."
"..."
"If his nose is that good, he should've become a hound instead... Anyway, nothing else from your sect leader?"
"He had to stake his life to keep the secret, but he failed..."
Lee Ja-seong clicked his tongue and cut him off.
"Tch! Spare me the bullshit. How soon do you think it'll happen?"
"Three days at the earliest; even stretching it, no more than five."
"Got it. Then head back. Keep your sect locked down tight if you don't want to get bitten by the mad dog too."
As Lee Ja-seong turned to leave after wrapping up, the branch head grabbed at him.
"Elder...!"
"What is it?"
"If that one threatens the main sect's survival, will you...?"
"Won't happen. You're worrying over nothing. That guy can never wipe out the Underground Network—and he won't."
"I'm sorry, but what do you mean...?"
"Hear the details from your sect leader. I've got to tidy things up within three days myself. See you next time."
Lee Ja-seong kicked off the ground and soared away, vanishing into the air just as he'd arrived.
The Sichuan branch head of the Underground Network couldn't help but wonder what basis the Blood Demon had for so confidently claiming the Martial Alliance Leader wouldn't destroy their organization.
Namgung Hye finished tidying the kitchen by covering the leftover rice with a cloth.
"There, all done!"
Namgung Hye talked to herself more these days. As the pampered jewel of the Namgung family, she'd never spent so long isolated like this before.
Having always had someone by her side, this imprisonment—voluntary or not—was bound to make her chatty.
"Now, time to do the laundry...?"
Unlike the mysterious old master, Kang Yun was mostly on the receiving end of beatings, so his clothes got dirty fast.
Thanks to that, there was always plenty of laundry, and when she had nothing else to do, Namgung Hye often washed it by the nearby stream.
"This path goes like this..."
But the route to the stream changed every time. Namgung Hye was preparing her own escape plan, in her own way.
She wasn't being mistreated harshly, but she knew confinement itself was abnormal.
At least scouting escape routes and memorizing the terrain might help someday.
This path was especially good because it offered a distant view of her mother's thatched hut.
A few days ago, she'd spotted her mother outside and felt a wave of relief. She looked healthy, even from afar.
'Will Mother be out today too?'
The old master had said no visits, but she was only passing nearby—close to the house, but just a little.
This route was a bit closer than usual, but she'd be fine, she told herself as she hoisted the laundry and walked slowly, cautiously.
Then, a fierce gust blew.
Namgung Hye clutched the laundry to keep it from flying off, sighed in relief as the wind died, and moved to continue.
But a voice from the hut grabbed her ankle.
[Haaang...!]
'Mother's voice!?'
It sounded just like her mother, Eon So-young.
Closer distance made it audible, sure, but distance wasn't the point.
'Why is Mother... no way?'
[Ha-euk...!]
Hearing the pained groan, Namgung Hye suddenly recalled the sweat-soaked blanket Kang Yun had brought long ago.
'Is Mother... in a lot of pain?'
How many days had this confinement dragged on?
Approaching a full month, with her internal energy sealed, no one could predict Eon So-young's condition.
She'd been complacent, getting daily updates from Kang Yun.
'How could I be so stupid? Knowing who that man is!'
Though captured alongside the old master at first, the guilt of neglecting her mother while trusting a stranger weighed heavy.
Namgung Hye dumped the laundry haphazardly nearby, held her breath, and crept toward the hut.
'Young Master Kang should be at his own place. The elder seems to be out.'
As long as she stayed quiet, no problem. The window was open—she could peek inside.
Then, her mother's voice leaked out again.
[Sso-ngoong...♥]
Namgung Hye's heart ached seeing her usually tender yet strong mother groaning as if calling for her father.