Chapter 2
Chapter 2
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 2
Chapter Title: I'll Make You the World's Greatest Expert (Lustful Demon) (2)
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Namgung Hye's mother and the matriarch of the Namgung Family, Eon So-young, paused on her path, waiting for her daughter and maid to return.
"It's because I raised my daughter wrong... Sigh..."
"It's fine. Isn't it all for the family?"
Eon So-young smiled softly to soothe the maid but didn't bother saying it was too late anyway.
The urgent message had come as a slim hope at best; no one expected them to arrive in time.
Sending one maid to check the distant roar wouldn't cause any real trouble.
At least, not until the unforeseen 'disaster' struck.
Ching!
"Who goes there?!"
At the shout from Namgung Tae-hyeon, one of the Namgung Family's peak experts sent in haste, Eon So-young turned her head.
The tip of Namgung Tae-hyeon's sword pointed at a blue-robed elder who hadn't been there moments ago, now strolling casually with hands behind his back.
'When did he...?'
Including herself, there were three peak experts present.
The lesser disciples might miss it, but slipping past their watchful eyes to get this close?
Ignoring their stares, the elder glanced around and asked in a leisurely tone.
"Where is Namgung Hye? She should be coming down from Mount Emei..."
"You bastard! Why are you looking for Hye? If you don't answer, your..."
Thwack!
"Quiet. Hand over Namgung Hye, and you can all leave in one piece..."
Namgung Tae-hyeon crumpled without finishing his words, his head severed in a gruesome spray.
The elder shook out his finger demonstratively before tucking his hands behind his back again.
They could only guess he'd fired Finger Wind; none had seen him even point his finger, sending a chill down Eon So-young's spine.
"Kyaaaaaaaah!"
Clang clang clang clang!
The maid screamed belatedly as another peak expert and the disciples rushed to block the matriarch, drawing their swords.
"Tch, pointless struggling."
The elder smirked eerily, raising his hand, then turned his head as if sensing something.
His stance full of openings, yet no one dared swing— that's when Eon So-young felt a rapid approach.
'No!'
Her daughter was returning. The elder wanted her; if caught, his goal was achieved.
Unclear what that goal was, but Eon So-young knew she had to stop him. Her mouth opened.
"Hye! Run! Hurry!"
With the shout, she stomped and launched at the elder.
Doubting if her skill could block even one move, she was relieved the other Namgung peak expert grasped it instantly from her cry and joined in seamless tandem.
The Namgung Family's famed Soaring Palace Swordsmanship unfolded in its second form, Crescent Moon Palace—soaring sword shadows blanketed the area. Eon So-young's fist followed with a gust of fist wind.
Namgung Hye was sharp enough to understand at once. Eon So-young's only worry was one thing.
'Please, just go!'
Her gentle, kind nature might make her think to join the fight.
An inevitable misjudgment without knowing the elder's terror.
Two against him might last three exchanges at best; Eon So-young expected that, so any hesitation from Namgung Hye would doom her desperate stand to a dog's death.
"Tsk tsk..."
Then, the elder's tongue-click rang clear in Eon So-young's ear, mocking their choice.
She forced her flinching fist forward, but even withdrawing it wouldn't have mattered.
The elder flicked Finger Wind from his right hand, shattering the feinting shadows endlessly swelling from Crescent Moon Palace.
And once more.
Thwack!
The Namgung peak expert, swinging fiercely with resolve moments ago, lost his head.
The elder brushed off the incoming fist wind with his sleeve, his gaze shifting to Namgung Hye.
That was when the elder's perpetually relaxed face changed.
Dumped roughly on the ground like luggage upon arrival, I watched the flashy swords vanish like a joke and swallowed hard.
What the hell? What was that?
Two people ganging up on one, flashy lights everywhere, and suddenly it was over.
They got utterly crushed like dogs.
A few finger twitches, sword shadows gone, heads flying.
The woman in the back tried to fight but froze, maybe acupoint struck.
"Miss, you must evade!"
"No, I can't abandon Mother like this!"
"She wished for you to flee! Didn't you see even she couldn't handle him?!"
Meanwhile, the miss and A-hyeon argued escape was possible in this hopeless time-wasting mess.
Nearly every genre story has one rule: the strong are always faster than the weak.
'Too late to run now; he'll catch them quick.'
If he could track scents, it was game over.
For any slim chance, they should've bolted at the "run" command.
As I opened my mouth to suggest getting captured first and escape later, my eyes met the elder's.
His eyes widened like saucers; I felt like facing a beast and snapped to, already turning to flee.
But only for a moment.
Thick trees lining both sides snapped at the waist, crashing before me.
Behind my halted steps, the elder's voice came.
"Don't go farther. Come here. I just need to check something— no need to fear."
I expected irritation at the hassle, but his tone was surprisingly gentle.
Even clear and vibrant for an elder, almost trustworthy.
...Yeah right. After he just smashed heads?
Anyway, running more meant death. I knew that; my body just panicked.
I dragged my leaden feet back toward him.
I saw A-hyeon's contemptuous glare stab at me.
Embarrassed, I quickened my pace and soon stood before the elder scanning me top to bottom.
"Elder, what brings..."
"Shh, be still."
He patted my shoulders, stroked my back, checked my wrists. Goosebumps rose, but I endured.
Not gay, right?
After an itchy wrist feel, he released and nodded.
"Hoo..."
"Elder, done checking...?"
One thought ruled: don't anger him. I squeezed out max politeness.
Couldn't live with a watermelon for a head.
"Yes, yes! All done!"
The elder beamed cheerfully, slapping my back. I just awkward-smiled. Nothing else to do.
"Listen, young friend. Ever thought of learning martial arts?"
Indeed. The elder—no, my new master, the Color Blood Demon Lee Ja-seong, came for Namgung Hye's virginity but luckily picked up a once-in-a-millennium prodigy: me.
There, a simple backstory for why I'm listening to this elder—no, master from now on, even in my head—lecture on 'The Wonders of the Color Heaven Sect' and 'Links Between Bedroom Arts and Immortal Paths'.
Anyway, Master seemed eager to teach, quizzing midway.
"Ancient sages said immortals pursued three paths. What were they?"
"Martial arts, spirit elixirs, and bedroom arts."
"Right. Ancients divided them clearly, but cultivating one realm naturally yielded knowledge in others."
The lecture continued.
As eras passed and chaos reigned, martial arts grew vital, advancing rapidly.
Spirit elixirs insufficient for immortality peaks proved ample for martial cultivation, evolving alongside.
The immortals of bedroom arts were cast aside—written off as circus tricks, mocked as ‘lustful demons,’ and driven into suppression.
"Thus, the Color Heaven Sect's Seven Ancestors fused famed martial arts with bedroom arts, birthing the prototype of my 'Ascending Immortal Art'."
"..."
"Successors refined it with insights, crafting matching forms. That's our sect's history—built generationally toward immortality."
Sounded legit. Ultimately pursuing pure flesh for immortality.
Problem: deflowering innocents along the way.
"Ascending Immortal Art absorbs nature's qi to purify the body, advancing toward immortality via training. Rightly, start with basic dynamic forms, progressing to advanced heart methods... but for you, a different approach."
"Different?"
"Yes. Still, to carry our lineage, grasp all processes. Listen well."
Master rose, demonstrating poses.
"Watch and mimic. This is the core introductory dynamic form: 'Lustful Path Ignition'."
Pardon? What? Sexy provocation...?