Chapter 121
Chapter 121
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 121
Chapter Title: Actually, My Master (3)
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The day after returning to the Tang Family, I set off for Tang Hye-won's safe house.
The child was growing, but the only one by her side was someone hired with money. It must have left her feeling empty.
I planned to wrap her in a tight embrace the moment I saw her. That is, if there hadn't been an uninvited guest.
"Master... why are you here?"
His sudden appearance had thrown me off, making my voice come out shaky and annoyed. My master's expression soured as he heard me.
"What, is it so wrong that I came ahead, knowing my disciple would visit?"
"No, not at all."
I immediately backed down.
"Yun... you're not hurt anywhere, are you?"
"I'm fine. How about you, Hye-won? Have you been okay?"
Tang Hye-won grabbed both my hands and scanned my body up and down. My shoulder had been injured, but steady meditation had healed it completely in just half a month.
"I've been fine. I just rested this whole time..."
Her belly had grown even larger. It used to look just a bit bigger than a potbelly, but now anyone could tell there was a baby inside.
"Baby, have you been good? Daddy won and came back...!"
"Ahem, ahem..."
As I kissed her belly and stroked it tenderly, my master cleared his throat pointedly from the side.
"Catching up is fine, but don't we have things we need to discuss?"
He was right. He'd learned of the Sword Saint's early return through the Underground Network and knew I'd fled via Tang Hye-won.
"For starters, you did well to run from that mad dog of a Sword Saint. If you'd stayed by his side, he surely would've grown suspicious..."
But what came next was the problem. The Underground Network's information network was incredibly fast—faster even than me riding hard to get here.
"While you were with the Peng Family, it seems you got caught up in a clash with the Demonic Cult. Tell me the details."
My master had always hated getting dragged into others' squabbles. His life's priorities were first ascending immortality, and second, his womanizing.
I explained everything to him one by one.
How the Peng Family had joined hands with the government to expand their influence.
How the Demonic Cult exploited that and stabbed them in the back.
On the Demonic Cult's side, there was the Young Cult Leader and the First Elder. In exchange for sparing the Peng Family, they wanted to persuade my master—and I'd agreed to go to the Demonic Cult.
"Impossible."
"Yes, so the persuasion failed..."
"No, not that. I'd actually be willing to show some flexibility if it were them. But the latter? No."
True, going to the Demonic Cult could turn me into a hostage. If my master was truly as fearsome as they said, they wouldn't dare, but Young Ho-kyeong's reaction suggested otherwise.
"You fool—even if you'd just stayed put, they wouldn't have dared touch you. Why'd you go sticking your neck out for the Pengs, huh?"
My master said I'd been meddling unnecessarily. Preventing an Orthodox-Righteous War was good, but I should've valued myself more.
"Master...! Your disciple is moved...!"
"Cut the sappy crap, you brat."
My master shook his head.
"We have time anyway, so we'll think about the aftermath slowly... Anything else? No more stories?"
From now on, if we hung a purple flag at this house, he'd come visit.
Until now, we'd been passively waiting for him to show up, but this would smooth out communication.
But there was still one more pressing issue to resolve.
"Ugh... You planning to tell the other women too? About who your master is."
"Yes. If you just give permission, Master, I'll handle it."
My master glanced briefly at Tang Hye-won before speaking. He wasn't thrilled about me sweeping up every woman I'd slept with.
But keeping it hidden could cause headaches as long as the Sword Saint lived—and maybe even after his death.
The moment I switched sides to the unorthodox, some of those women might turn on me, and our child could be taken away.
Not having the child wasn't ideal either. There were already other women with kids.
"Yun, do we really have to tell them? We could just say you somehow learned an elder's techniques and use the same martial arts..."
I shook my head at Tang Hye-won's suggestion to deny our connection publicly.
"That might fly in the jianghu. Even then, if the Sword Saint cares, it could be tricky... But it won't work on Yeon-hwa."
My relationship with Peng Yeon-hwa stemmed from her inferiority complex after losing my master and getting kidnapped herself.
That incident was seared into her memory, so claiming it was just similar martial arts would raise suspicions immediately.
'She might even ask if the Blood Demon would let some random guy with the same techniques live.'
If Peng Yeon-hwa suspected, my mother would know soon enough.
"Handle it yourself."
"Elder...!"
Tang Hye-won looked incredulous at my master's furrowed brow, but his response was nonchalant.
"You seem to have lower martial prowess than my disciple, so let me explain: a guilty conscience affects one's martial arts too."
"...?"
"Mind, energy, body. Only a warrior with perfect harmony of these three is fit to walk the path of the absolute."
He didn't seem inclined to explain further to her baffled expression, leaving Tang Hye-won no choice but to accept it.
The point was that my shady actions could harm my cultivation, and this came from the world's greatest master.
With his approval secured, how to reveal the truth was now entirely up to me.
"Then, no more to discuss?"
"Yes, Master."
"Follow me."
Huh?
"Let's see how much your martial arts have grown."
I'd come to see Tang Hye-won... My face must've looked grim, but I desperately held it in and followed him outside.
Fine, I'd trained hard lately. Getting a proper check-up wasn't bad.
But he wouldn't say something like, 'This is all the progress you made? Back to Mount Ami with you!' would he?
Teaching me was fine, but what about my milf sex life?
'I have to nail this...!'
The man known in the world as the Blood Demon—but who steadfastly claimed the title Crimson Blood Demon—Lee Ja-seong sensed the refined momentum emanating from his disciple and looked impressed.
Back when he himself was first-rate, had he grown this much?
Lee Ja-seong, who hadn't built inner energy as swiftly as Kang Yun, couldn't compare precisely, but he acknowledged his disciple's faster growth.
Even in his youth as the world's top prodigy, his unfinished body sometimes couldn't keep up with his mind's insights, making it an unfair comparison.
'Impressive already.'
It wasn't brute force anymore; there was a seasoned feel, probing the opponent with control of pace.
'Won't take long to reach peak realm.'
But as a master, he couldn't lavish praise easily.
Lee Ja-seong kept a stern face and beckoned with his palm.
Sure enough, his disciple closed the distance cautiously, with irregular steps that would've let most peers get caught off-guard.
But it meant nothing to him.
He could already see every attack. He stayed one or two moves ahead, toying with him.
The disciple slashed hand-blades mercilessly at both shoulders or thrust finger-force strikes, but he saw through them all.
'Well-trained. He mentioned training with his aunt during travels—clearly effective.'
At this rate, peak realm in 1-2 years at least, transcendent in 20 at most.
But sensing potential overconfidence, Lee Ja-seong unleashed a palm force roaring like a whirlwind.
The spiraling palm-storm advanced fiercely—if trapped, it was over.
He'd controlled the power, so no death, but it'd drain the energy afterward.
Sasasasat.
To prevent evasion with its relatively slow advance, he needed Finger Wind to pin him down, and its power was...
"What...?"
Blocked by Finger Wind, the disciple chose to counter the whirlwind head-on. In that instant, Lee Ja-seong couldn't hold back an exclamation.
The disciple's successive Finger Winds pierced the endless whirlwind's core precisely.
Even hitting the moving core multiple times, which one strike couldn't shatter.
Of course, knowing the counters as the same technique's learner was expected.
But pinpointing the core was the issue.
Ignoring his master's gasp, Lee Ja-seong twisted, leaped, grabbed the hand reaching for his head, and pulled.
"Disciple!"
Looking at his stunned, restrained disciple, Lee Ja-seong was certain.
The day he'd become a peak master wasn't far off.
Damn, caught again.
I'd tried grabbing his head for a smackdown. Not out of disrespect during training, but curiosity.
I knew it'd fail, but hoped to show half his level and force a dodge.
'At least he seems pleased. Good.'
I'd worried about a check turning into 'This little progress? Back to Ami!' but his reaction encouraged me.
"How... how did you block the Heavenly Whirlwind?"
The sixth form of the Heavenly Palm Technique: disgustingly slow but devastatingly powerful Heavenly Whirlwind. To break it, shatter its core.
But I had no explanation. It was just visible, and my hands hit it.
"It was just... visible?"
My master furrowed his brow—not offended, but thoughtful.
I'd seen it before. Just couldn't hit it.
But with training and growth, now I could.
"Still not fully complete, it seems..."
I didn't get it, but his satisfied nod suggested I'd met his standards.
Secured! My milf sex life!
I clenched my fist in joy, then waved broadly at Tang Hye-won peeking from the window.
My ecstatic mood held even through his principled nagging.
"Never slack on martial training from now on..."
The gist: diligent cultivation, strive for ascension as Color Heaven Sect heir.
Ah, of course!
Grinning, I half-ignored him, then dashed inside to Tang Hye-won after seeing him off.
Finally, the long-delayed pregnant sex begins!