Chapter 175
Chapter 175
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 175
Chapter Title: What Exactly Is Your Identity? (2)
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From a realistic standpoint, applying a modern delivery service directly in this era came with far too many hurdles.
For starters, the very concept of house addresses didn't exist in this day and age. Well-paved roads were rare, and there were no trucks to haul goods in bulk.
Horse-drawn carts could serve as a substitute, but horses were living creatures. They couldn't match the relentless endurance of a truck that ran on fuel, in terms of speed or versatility.
They could compensate with a large workforce, but some degree of downgrade was inevitable.
'Or just charge more for it.'
In modern Korea, it was a service anyone could use easily, but here, it would inevitably become a premium offering.
To make that work, they needed signature products only the Demonic Cult could provide, or mechanisms to continuously emphasize the convenience.
"Using the village wells... Yeah, nothing gets visited daily quite like a well."
With the villagers' cooperation, install hand pumps—manual pumps, that is—at the wells to make drawing water easier and manage them. In exchange, set up nearby parcel pickup points and handle those too.
The villagers would have no reason to complain about the Demonic Cult's merchant group; water hauling would actually get more convenient for them.
And they'd see it every day: someone casually grabbing their ordered package from the spot and heading straight home.
"It'll be hectic at first. Customers won't know how to use this delivery service, so we'll need plenty of guides."
Other factions might try to copy it, but it wouldn't be easy. Where else had talent overflowing like the Demonic Cult?
No single faction could pull off the insane feat of filling this vast land of China with lightness skill-trained couriers.
Even if a few allied to imitate it, they'd waste years stealing know-how and haggling over profits.
"It's a new venture, so what can we do? We've fully accounted for that."
The Third Elder, who oversaw the Demonic Cult's finances and businesses, was following along with my pitch, as was I. The other elders just listened and nodded along in rough agreement.
'So, the Cult Leader's reaction...'
A quick glance showed intense interest. Since his final approval was key, this felt like a win.
Meanwhile, Young Ho-kyeong beside him looked smug. Her eyes dripped with honey, so I hurriedly sent a transmission.
[Manage your expression.]
The moment her face changed, the Cult Leader turned his head, and I broke into a cold sweat inwardly.
He turned back to me, pondered briefly, then spoke.
"The Third Elder seems convinced, and it sounds like a solid plan to me. Does anyone here object?"
A few elders asked questions, not fully grasping things, but the Third Elder handled them. The Cult Leader spoke again.
"Good. We'll proceed in this direction. Especially to Young Hero Kang, who brought this proposal to our Cult—you'll receive a set percentage of the business's pure profits, so keep up the good work."
"Thank you, Cult Leader."
It was exactly the reward I'd hoped for. I'd considered selling modern ideas to the Tang Family for cash, but the Demonic Cult had beaten me to it.
I'd be busy for a while, but I still had time before leaving the Demonic Cult anyway.
Think of it as investing in the future and work hard.
Huangbo Hyo-seon groaned in pain.
Even if they were inferior to her, facing four peak experts had left wounds that weren't to be taken lightly.
Especially the Demonic Cult's signature demonic qi, which inflicted severe agony from within the body.
'Ah... warm...'
Warm energy flowing through her meridians neutralized the pain.
Realizing someone was gripping her wrist, Huangbo Hyo-seon opened her closed eyes.
"It was you after all..."
Kang Yun. The promising young expert she'd viewed favorably.
His bold image was still fresh, but she'd never imagined he'd be colluding with the Demonic Cult.
"Are you feeling a bit better?"
"Nothing for you to worry about. I won't accept your help."
She brusquely shook off his hand from her wrist and turned her head away sharply.
"I see. No need for urgent treatment now anyway. But at least accept this much."
He grabbed her wrist again, pouring in cool, warm qi. She felt the demonic qi recede and the pain ease.
She tried to shake him off, claiming she didn't need it, but with her body unrestored, prying loose his firm grip wasn't easy.
Only after a substantial amount of his vast inner energy entered did he release her wrist, bow, and stand.
Huangbo Hyo-seon, who'd feared rape while weakened, eyed his unexpectedly compliant retreating back.
'Why...?'
Even living as an ordinary righteous faction successor, his extraordinary talent promised a shining life.
He'd claimed a Nine Dragons spot—not the overwhelming victory he'd wanted, but solid enough for a smooth path ahead.
He could secure any position he desired and marry any beauty who envied.
So why collude with the Demonic Cult? Why...?
'Ughhh!'
Recalling his cock thrusting in, she felt her lower body throb and screamed silently.
She writhed briefly on the bed to banish the fiery physician memory, then refocused.
His recent kindness was surely to prevent word of his Demonic Cult ties spreading in the righteous martial world.
'But if so, why...?'
Even she, not quick-witted, knew murder was the surest way to silence her.
'To avoid political backlash for the Demonic Cult...?'
If she died in their custody, it'd give the righteous factions cause. Assassinate her after release back to the Central Plains?
'If that's the case, I'm relatively safe here for now...'
Of course, Huangbo Hyo-seon could never guess the truth.
She didn't know Kang Yun was a pervert who preferred milfs over virgins, or that he dreamed of righteous-evil unity for a peaceful future to indulge that.
"Doesn't look good."
Having revealed my face, she had to handle the fallout, but today's reaction was icy.
Her prior grudge against the Flame King had flipped her goodwill toward me negative. Tough sell...
"Even I'd suspect a spy first. You would too, right?"
Young Ho-kyeong's words left me speechless. Should've disguised more, but that First Elder bastard would've recognized me anyway.
The Cult Leader, for reasons unknown, fully delegated this business to the Young Cult Leader.
Slacking off? Nah, more credible he'd assigned it to empower her.
So Young Ho-kyeong and I gathered in her office first, but prioritizing warzone assessment and merchant group setup meant no tasks today.
That was for executives like the Third Elder.
"So, what are you doing now?"
"Sound Isolation Array. Setting up a formation."
The obvious name made Young Ho-kyeong's breath hitch audibly.
"N-No way, again...?"
"You promised anytime."
"This isn't a bedroom, and anyone could walk in..."
She glanced back hesitantly, eyes peeking with anticipation.
"How many could sneak in here without you noticing?"
Cult Leader or First Elder maybe, but they'd have no reason to creep in stealthily to see the Young Cult Leader.
Finishing and activating the formation, I strode toward her.
"Still..."
"Hnnngh♥"
Slipping a hand into her bosom, she stiffened her waist with a nasal moan, the bitch.
I untied her sash leisurely, pulling down her undergarments and pants in one go.
"Already soaking your pussy, and you talk about 'still'."
"You're too harsh. I'm no whore... Ohhh...!"
"Right. Not a whore—just the woman who promised to make babies with me anywhere."
Thrusting my cock between her thighs, I rubbed the shaft along her slit and whispered.
Lewd juices dripped onto her pants and undergarments hooked on her knees.
"Once work starts, we won't get to fuck like this freely, so I'll fill you up good today. Got it?"
Nod.
Her ass quivered as she finally nodded, and I aimed my cock at her hole, slamming my hips forward.
Squelchhh♥
"Haaahk♥"
Hands on her ass, pounding mercilessly, she started shaking her hips with slutty cries.
Her round ass braced on the desk deformed like dough, swallowing my cock between.
"Cock... cock...!"
Her slutty inner walls clenched and tugged invitingly, ass jiggling. Nice, but I reached to bare her already disheveled tits.
"T-Taking this off... Ahng♥"
"If someone comes, just say you didn't wear it and fix your clothes. No one'll know if we don't get too wild."
Grabbing her vulgar-areola slutty tits, I savored her body as she wailed sweetly, slamming my thick cock in.
The combo of soft, overflowing tits in my fingers and her pervert pussy gripping firmly yet softly drove men mad.
As her plump ass rocked, thinking my child would emerge from that lewd hole someday made sanity seem insane.
"By the way, if you get pregnant, we'll tell the Cult Leader at the right time, yeah?"
Humans have partners for kids. Hiding it and raising the child alone would be cruel.
At least the Cult Leader deserved the truth.
"Hng♥ Of course..."
"Better plan how to break it gently ahead of—"
Thud.
"Nah, no need."
I nearly choked in shock. The door had burst open, revealing the Demonic Cult Leader.
Young Ho-kyeong froze too, breathless.
"C-Cult Leader, what brings you...?"
"My daughter takes after her mother a lot."
Already drawn, his jet-black metal sword gleamed as he spoke calmly.
Like the calm before the storm.
"I entrusted her with the task, but it struck me—her gaze on you wasn't normal."
I yanked out, pulled up her pants hastily, fixed my clothes. She did too, but way too late.
"Then I recalled my wife giving that look. Back when I was Young Cult Leader, crushing those who crawled to me—the exact expression."
"C-Cult Leader...?"
His grip tightened on the sword. Wait, for real? Seriously?
"I wondered if something romantic had bloomed between you two. So I eavesdropped shamelessly. And witnessed something beyond imagination."
Wait, the guy who couldn't bow due to face?
"Sorry, but you're not happening. You know why."
Probably my history of fucking Chae Su-ran during the Cult Leader match.
"Won't kill you. But you need a beating."
I was fine taking some punishment. But the surging killing intent and black qi frosting the blade screamed it wouldn't stop there.
"So, no grudges even if you die!"
The famed Jianghu sword art, exclusive to the Demonic Cult Leader and direct kin: Heavenly Demon Swordsmanship.
One look, and I knew I couldn't block it—aimed straight for my life.
But "won't kill" then "no grudges if you die"? What the hell?