Chapter 15
Chapter 15
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 15
Chapter Title: Die, You Crazy Bitch! (1)
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The sky in the distance was starting to brighten dimly once more.
I lay there, lightly holding Eon So-young in my arms.
Thinking about it, this felt like the first time I'd held her so warmly and just... stayed like that.
Holding her usually got me hard, and once I was hard, we'd fuck right away—but there was no reason for that now.
I'd never dozed off mid-sex from sleepiness either.
Circulating my qi with the Ascending Immortal Art meant I never got fatigued, while Eon So-young seemed to catch up on her sleep deficits with naps.
I was good to go with just an hour or two myself.
Anyway, even so, the reason I was holding her quietly right now was...
"So you're saying you have to leave..."
It was to tell her about my departure and all the circumstances surrounding it. Her subdued tone stung my conscience.
After spilling it all, I suddenly felt like the asshole who'd fucked her and ditched her. It left a seriously bad taste in my mouth.
"I'm sorry... I'll come visit again once things calm down."
"Pardon?"
She sounded like she'd heard something utterly unexpected. Had I said something wrong?
"Uh, I'll sneak over. Oh, but sneaking into the Namgung family might be tricky...? So-young, maybe we should come up with some kind of signal..."
"You'll... meet me again...?"
"...You don't want me to?"
"...I wouldn't hate it."
She must've assumed eat-and-run was the default for guys like me. Fair enough—lecherous demons gonna lech.
"I'll definitely drop by at least once before our baby comes."
Picturing Eon So-young with a bulging belly and that pregnant sex... my dick was already swelling at the thought.
When did the safe period kick back in...?
"The baby might get jostled... so we have to go easy...?"
She saw right through the fact that we'd fuck the day we met. Damn, had this woman graduated from Kang Yun Academy?
"Obviously..."
I pulled her head to my chest and pondered if I could pull off some power sex while shielding the baby with the Ascending Immortal Art.
But hold up—is she actually pregnant?
I glanced down at my cock, which had been rock-hard on display for a while now, and gauged the timing.
Yeah, let's crank those odds up a notch higher.
Only after another hour or so of my efforts to bulge out that belly did Eon So-young finally get a chance to wash up and rest.
And with that, I paid my respects to my master and headed down the mountain.
The Tang Family of Sichuan—also known as the Sichuan Tang Clan—this ancient house with its storied history was receiving a rare guest.
"Ah, it would've been wonderful if you'd stayed longer..."
"I'm disappointed too, Clan Head. Even if I don't look it, I've got a mountain of duties. I'm grateful you welcomed my sudden, rude intrusion with such hospitality."
"The Alliance Leader graces us with a visit—how could that be rude? We'd welcome such 'rudeness' anytime."
The Sword Saint Huangbo Un-geom—one of the Three Venerables Beyond the Heavens and the Righteous Faction's supreme swordsman—had come to the Tang Family.
Tang Jo-myeong, head of the Tang Clan, asked cautiously.
"Might I inquire as to your business in Sichuan...?"
"Oh, nothing major. I heard some Evil Faction brute called the King of Hell Blade was stirring up trouble around here, so I came to take him down."
"I see...?"
Tang Jo-myeong sensed something off. He'd heard the name King of Hell Blade before, but it hardly seemed like a figure worthy of drawing the Alliance Leader himself.
"Witnesses say the bastard clashed with Namgung family retainers on Mount Emei. Lady Namgung... the Great Lady lured him away. And she still hasn't come down from the mountain."
"We should help."
Though both called Righteous Factions, there was always friction between the Nine Great Sects and the Five Great Families.
The Nine Great Sects saw martial arts as a path to personal cultivation, while the Five Great Families had always treated them as tools for family prosperity. They were fundamentally at odds.
Lately, the Nine Great Sects were pushing to expand their secular influence, leading to frequent clashes.
In times like these, it was only natural for Tang Jo-myeong to think the Five Great Families should stick together and lend aid.
"I'll accept the sentiment. Mount Emei is firmly Emei Sect territory. Even with numbers, we'd just raise alarms."
Tang Jo-myeong felt the Sword Saint's words carried an undertone of 'surely you knew that,' but he smoothed his furrowed brow.
"I'm plenty grateful for the day's rest. Then I'll take my leave."
"Safe travels. Please find the Great Lady Namgung."
"Naturally."
After bowing lightly and seeing the Sword Saint off through the main gate, Tang Jo-myeong called to his younger sister, who stood waiting behind him.
"Hye-won."
"Yes, brother."
"Can you find out exactly what the Alliance Leader is up to on Mount Emei?"
"That's difficult."
Tang Hye-won bowed her head apologetically.
"Slipping past a supreme expert like that is impossible. Even against Mother-in-Law, it'd be tough—but one of the Three Venerables Beyond the Heavens...?"
"Tch..."
Tang Jo-myeong clicked his tongue in frustration.
Something was definitely up. The Alliance Leader was from one of the Five Great Families, yet he'd never shown favoritism toward them.
He could've sent a subordinate force—or even just two or three of his star experts—and it'd be done. But he came personally?
To catch a mere Peak Realm Evil Faction thug?
It reeked of ulterior motives, and the frustration of not even being able to probe gnawed at him.
For an outsider like the Alliance Leader to catch wind of and rush to aid in Sichuan matters first and foremost—that alone was the problem.
Such was the harsh reality of the Tang Family, the least among the current Five Great Families.
The Sword Saint could feel the piercing stares boring into his back.
'Sigh, how...'
The Tang Family had lost key figures to a Demonic Cult raid less than twenty years ago.
They should be lying low, rebuilding their strength—yet here they were, meddling again. He couldn't fathom it.
'Tang Jo-myeong... not fit to be clan head.'
****
As Martial Alliance Leader—not just a Huangbo—he pondered what the Alliance must do to preserve the Tang Family, a pillar of the Righteous Martial World.
His thoughts shattered at the sudden voice.
"Grandfather."
A refreshingly beautiful woman in light travel garb, a massive sword strapped to her back, stood before the Sword Saint.
"Hyo-seon, what brings you here? I distinctly told you to return to the Alliance."
"I've got ears too, you know. When I heard you were off to slay a demonic fiend, how could I, your granddaughter, sit idle?"
"Go back. This isn't your place."
Even at over forty, when most women mellowed, his granddaughter still burned with a sense of justice. The Sword Saint sighed inwardly.
"You taught me that a martial world without justice is just another name for lawless chaos."
"Hyo-seon."
When her resolve didn't waver even at his low, rumbling tone, the Sword Saint changed tactics.
The Huangbo Family's secret Holy Flame Divine Art surged to the Yongcheon acupoint on his soles, propelling his body at explosive speed.
This was the pinnacle of the Thirty-Six Stratagems.
The supreme escape: Run like hell.
"Grandfaaaather!"
Feeling her scream-like cry fade into the distance, the Sword Saint breathed a sigh of relief.
'What to do with that stubborn girl...'
Judging by her tenacious nature, she'd tail him for sure. So he played a little trick.
Pretend to head opposite the target, then slip through the underbrush and double back covertly—she'd chase shadows and waste her time.
All he felt was resentment toward those around him who wouldn't leave him be before his life-or-death clash with the Blood Demon.
****
Three days had passed since my soul-scorching pregnant sex marathon with Eon So-young.
I was on my way down the mountain. Taking the long way around.
Master had said the path up from Sichuan City felt off, so here I was, looping wide.
If the Sword Saint—who'd arrived way faster than expected—caught me, I'd be diced up without eating those Donggangdonggang fruits for sure. So yeah, I agreed.
Well, agreed—past tense.
"Fuck, my throat's so dry I'm dying..."
Sichuan's got a rep even outsiders know—Liu Bei's base for founding Shu in Romance of the Three Kingdoms.
That mountainous terrain perfect for defense.
How stacked with peaks does it have to be for the novel to harp on how Shu troops wrecked Wei armies in the mountains over and over?
Eh, skip Jieting—it was Zhuge Liang's screw-up, not the soldiers' fault.
Point was, it was so goddamn rugged even martial artists struggled.
The Sichuan-side paths were paved, but this way? Not mountains—jungle, straight-up jungle.
At least bridges spanned the impassable spots no human could cross unaided. Small mercies.
But I still couldn't make it down, and my water was about to run dry.
"No streams anywhere...?"
I'd wrapped a mask around my face. Covering my mouth felt stuffy, but it kept the moisture in.
Learned that from wearing masks for smog. Holy shit, game-changer...
Shhhhhh...
What? Shhhh?
"Fuck yeah, that's 100% water! Gotta be!"
I whooped and dashed toward the sound, even burning lightness skill. How many times had valley winds fooled me into thinking it was water?
This time, no doubt. I bolted to the source—and yeah, there was water.
"Cliff for real...?"
Problem: it flowed at the base of a cliff. Roughly ten stories high, pure Chinese engineering marvel.
"These bastards always build shit massive..."
Scouting for a way down yielded zilch—no paths, not even footholds.
Better to bail on cliff-climbing and just hustle down the mountain proper.
I inched across the swaying suspension bridge. Channeling inner energy to my eyes for long-range vision, it looked sturdily built. Master could've lightness-skill hopped across, but me?
Fall from here and I'm dead meat.
Slow and steady it was. About halfway, when I'd crept cautiously that far, a figure appeared on the opposite side.
Just in case, I peered closer
—not a man, not an old geezer, but a drop-dead gorgeous woman.
Voluptuous figure, massive sword on her back, exuding a bold, lively vibe.
Eon So-young had that nurturing mother aura;
this one looked like the hot mom heading out for weekend baseball with her kid.
Yeah, prime MILF material.
Dying to chat her up, but—suspension bridge.
Priorities. I hustled, wanting out of there more than anything, ignoring all else.
She approached slowly too, so I kept my eyes averted as best I could...
"Halt."
The woman called me to a stop.