Chapter 30
Chapter 30
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 30
Chapter Title: Shh... Stay Quiet... (1)
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That red qi-infused sword—I'd never laid eyes on it before, but there was no way I could imagine anyone other than Peng Yeon-hwa hurling something like that.
If it hadn't been my master blocking that blade, which radiated a chilling presence that made my skin crawl, I would've pissed myself on the spot.
The sword was drawn straight into master's grasp, as if pulled by a magnet.
His hand glowed with a frosty white qi as well.
"Tch, Controlling Sword with Qi, huh... Not bad at all."
For someone who called it 'not bad,' master had caught the sword with one hand.
Maybe it wasn't so much sucked into his hand as he had read her every attempt to feint and twist away, snatching it clean despite her efforts.
I could only speculate—this single exchange was leagues beyond my level.
The glowing red qi flickered and faded, leaving behind an ordinary sword.
"Picked up something that doesn't belong to you? Better return it to its owner."
Master shook his hand, and the sword shot back at blinding speed.
His expression was nonchalant, like he'd just shooed away an approaching pup, but the brief tension in his body made it clear he'd been fully focused.
"Master..."
"Sorry about this, disciple. Looks like we're busted."
Ah.
Now that the commotion's kicked off, everyone's gonna know. That I'm gone.
"...What do we do?"
"...No idea."
Damn it, shit.
"Let's get out of here first. Heading straight back now would be a disaster."
True enough—Peng Yeon-hwa couldn't even touch master, so me popping back suddenly would look way too suspicious.
I let out a sigh and hung quietly off master's side as he soared through the sky with Cloud-Step Void Stride.
Go Cheon jolted awake at the sudden overwhelming presence sweeping the area, instinctively gripping his sword.
No mistaking it—this was the aura of an absolute master far beyond him.
Peng Yeon-hwa, without a doubt.
Everyone trained in the Tang Family's martial arts must have felt it too, judging by the panicked commotion breaking out everywhere.
"Madam! Are you alright!?"
No sign of Zhuge Mi-ryeong's voice from the adjacent building.
He hurriedly flung open the door connecting to her quarters, but it was already empty.
Fortune smiled on Go Cheon, though—Zhuge Mi-ryeong soon revealed her location herself.
Just not in a way she'd welcome.
"Hyeon-a, Hyeon-a! Where are you? Hyeon-a!"
Go Cheon's heart ached at the sight of his wife wandering in a daze, calling for their son.
To tear at a mother's heart even after the substitute he'd brought in for their son...
What had she ever done wrong?
Go Cheon rushed to Zhuge Mi-ryeong's side.
"Madam, Madam! Calm down!"
"Honey... Hyeon-i's gone again! Our Hyeon-i... sob...!"
"Calm down. He'll be fine. Whoever took him didn't mean to kill him, or they wouldn't have bothered kidnapping him. Let's stay composed first. You need to keep your head."
Go Cheon did his best to soothe her, but Zhuge Mi-ryeong's tears wouldn't stop.
He had no way of knowing that unconscious memories of the real Go Hyeon's death were tormenting her—he could only repeat that everything would be okay.
That's when the culprit who had roused the entire clan appeared—Peng Yeon-hwa.
"Lady Peng! What happened?"
"I don't know the details either."
As the one who'd clashed with the stranger even from afar, Peng Yeon-hwa had the most intel, so Go Cheon listened intently.
"Some freak using Cloud-Step Void Stride?"
"No doubt about it. I hit him with Controlling Sword with Qi, and he blocked it while standing firm in midair. Roughly ten zhang up."
Cloud-Step Void Stride was a legendary feat whispered only of figures like Zhang Sanfeng or Dharma—beyond mortal ken.
Even Peng Yeon-hwa standing before him couldn't dream of it.
"Then...?"
"At least one of the Three Venerables. Master Hyeonseung probably couldn't either."
If even Hyeonseung, the senior monk of Shaolin's Five Elders, couldn't, then no one short of the Three Venerables.
"The Blood Demon, then."
"That's the most likely."
The Divine Demon, lord of the Demonic Cult, popping up here out of nowhere was improbable, and Sword Saint going mad to infiltrate the Tang Family for a kidnapping? No chance.
"B-Blood Demon...?"
Peng Yeon-hwa winced inwardly at Zhuge Mi-ryeong's pale mumble.
"N-No way... r-rape...?"
Blood Demon plus kidnapping naturally led to violation. Even the mentally fragile Zhuge Mi-ryeong jumped to it instantly.
Peng Yeon-hwa decided it best to keep Go Hyeon's disappearance under wraps from outsiders.
If only I were stronger...
If she could stand toe-to-toe with the Blood Demon, none of this would've happened.
Even that casual strike infused with her true qi—if her Controlling Sword hadn't been crushed in one blow.
Peng Yeon-hwa's grip tightened on her beloved blade, her hand trembling faintly.
Upon reaching the plains, I first assumed the horse-riding stance.
Master probably felt bad for botching things with his slip-up, and rehashing it wouldn't help anyone.
What was done was done—arguing would just sour moods, and I'd be the one hurting 100%.
Reading my mind, master skipped the small talk.
"Come at me."
He simply urged me to attack first.
I stepped forward with footwork, closing in on master. Once the distance narrowed, I unleashed One Step, Three Punches.
As he raised a hand to block my rapid trio of punches, I retracted and fired palm force with my left.
While he cleaved the palm force with a knife-hand strike, I ducked low, surged in, and uppercutted with my fist.
Master leaned back to evade, but I followed with a kick—only for him to grab my leg and hurl me away.
Master mostly defended, occasionally firing Finger Wind or palm force, but all at a level I could block or dodge.
Got it.
I hadn't had a real chance to test my body properly since the bout with Huangbo Hyo-seon, but now I knew for sure.
I'd wondered during mental rehearsals if it was just wishful thinking, but no—I'd definitely grown stronger.
My martial arts flowed more freely, bending to my will just as I envisioned.
This must be the horizon a first-rate master beheld in battle.
Did my elation show? Master absorbed my punch outright, dispersing the remaining force, and grinned.
"You've improved a lot."
"Thank you. It's all thanks to you, master."
"Hmph, no need to butter me up with skills you picked up elsewhere."
"If not for you, I'd have died before even descending the mountain, one way or another."
Huangbo Hyo-seon had nearly scored kills on me multiple times.
"That's your take, your feelings. Point is, you've grown—that much is fact."
"..."
"Learning from Go Cheon wouldn't hurt either."
Finally!
Permission granted to stay with the Tang Family—I clenched my fist. But master's follow-up wasn't music to my ears.
"Problem is... how we get you back..."
The gap between master and me was like ant versus human. Ant being me, obviously.
We needed a plausible excuse to quell suspicions of how I'd escaped such a monster.
If we're unlucky, they might sniff out I'm his disciple...
And if they did? Word would spread like wildfire, every righteous martial artist gunning for my head.
Who'd cheer for Blood Demon Season 2? Sword Saint might even drag Huangbo Hyo-seon along for a merry sword dance.
No amount of 'sequels rarely top the original' would sway them.
Not even the full Underground Network could stifle that rumor...
"Ah, the Underground Network!"
Hide a tree in the forest!
I explained to master how to dodge the 'Blood Demon's disciple' label—he grumbled but admitted it was the surest way.
As backup, I got nearby Underground Network outpost locations from him, then bolted solo toward the Tang Family with my movement technique.
Master had covered the distance in moments; on foot, it'd take me at least half a day.
Night had deepened, so uneven ground might delay me further.
I ran, eyes glued to my footing, mind elsewhere.
The total sum of happiness...
Besides martial arts queries, I had one more thing for master today.
Could I keep chasing milf sex like this?
I couldn't pin down the direction for turning these wives and mothers into women.
No plans to quit, but surely some milfs would end up unhappy.
Eon So-young's husband was dead; Tang Hye-won had always been distant from hers.
But what about someone like Zhuge Mi-ryeong—prime milf material, yet happily married? What then?
I've never slept with the same woman twice. So I wouldn't know.
True to his hymen-hunter rep, he'd pierced, taught the ropes, then ditched.
Frankly, wasn't master scummier than me?
But Eon So-young feels more than lust for you—real affection.
Master's view: If milf sex left her loving me more, happier than with her husband, what was the issue?
Hubbies might suffer a bit, but not our problem. I fully agreed.
In Color Heaven Sect's long history, not all ancestors walked the Lust Demon path.
Ascending Immortal Art was top-tier even without the sex boosts.
Plenty lived celibate or stuck to one wife.
A hymen fiend like master and a milf fiend like me as master-disciple? Slim odds.
Like those ancestors, all I want for you, sect heir, is ascension beyond the sexual path.
But if you crave those milfs...? Might be worth viewing it that way.
His advice gave me direction.
Key: Make every milf I desire happy.
Happy enough to choose a life of being loved by my dick.
Mind settled, my chest felt lighter.
Once I'm back and things calm, time to plunge into Tang Hye-won.
If it went smooth, attention would fade fast, and I'd score with her pronto...
Splash splash splash
Lower half throbbing uncomfortably, I slowed—then heard water nearby.
Thinking back, there'd been a stream below when master flew.
"Might as well grab a drink, just in case..."
Flashback to that Mt. Ami dehydration hell. Never again.
Pushing through brush toward the sound, sure enough—a stream.
Cupped hands, gulped a few times, about to leave when splashing echoed from farther off.
Animal?
This era, step beyond city walls and beasts lurked aplenty.
First-rate master now, no fear of wild attacks, but I focused my gaze anyway.
"Oh man..."
Lord, thanks for today's bread.
A pale, curvaceous beauty—stark naked.
Plump ass needing no cushion.
Sleek waist dip, cute belly pooch.
Soft, bury-your-fingers tits.
Even the dark-furred valley.
Already half-hard from Tang Hye-won fantasies, my dick surged full mast.
Wonder what her face...?
Shifting gaze upward, sharp killing intent hit—instinct rolled me sideways.
Next instant, six coin-sized holes punched through the massive tree right behind me.
Horrified, I whipped around and bolted without a thought.