Chapter 45
Chapter 45
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 45
Chapter Title: Did You Say Rejection? (1)
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Bang!
I blocked Peng Yeon-hwa's blade head-on.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't dodge her saber, which swirled like a dance.
"This is the Illusion. Can you tell the difference?"
"I knew you wouldn't get it."
Martial arts techniques inherently include feints.
The range of motion for a human body with limbs is limited, so certain movements are easy to predict while others aren't.
A familiar example is how soldiers are told to scan left and right when standing guard.
In other words, they deliberately weave in movements that are easy to fool the opponent with.
Whether to use them exactly as is or modify them somewhat is up to the user's discretion.
"How can I know what I'm supposed to see?"
But Peng Yeon-hwa's Phantom Blade was different from mere feints. It wasn't even her specialty—just something she'd learned to a basic proficiency—yet I couldn't even counter it.
It felt like she didn't let the opponent perceive any elements that could mislead them in the first place.
Before I could even react, the blade's tip was at my throat.
"You're too focused on the visible elements. The pinnacle of combat is mastering the situation itself. A true master can even utilize the invisible."
"...Isn't that aiming a bit too high?"
"Maybe for now."
Peng Yeon-hwa had clearly explained the parts I struggled with at first, but lately her explanations were getting vaguer, which frustrated me to no end.
But she said that's how it always was. Explanations become harder with words as you progress, and eventually, sparring would be the only real help.
'Makes sense. If everything could be taught verbally, every peak expert's disciple would be a peak expert too.'
I swallowed my disappointment and bowed my head deeply, thanking her for her hard work today.
From my perspective, it was a polite gesture, but Peng Yeon-hwa clearly hated this attitude of mine.
"Don't you always want to circulate your qi right after this...?"
Ah, that was a fact.
It must look like a declaration of war—not gratitude—like 'I'm about to devour you now.'
"But I can't hold back... "
"We're not lovers or anything... "
Peng Yeon-hwa's lips glistened. She'd already surrendered to my cock dozens of times, yet she steadfastly refused her lips.
I had no idea what Tang Jo-myeong or the Tang Family meant to her that she'd cling to her loyalty in this underground lair.
Today, I gave up on the kiss for now and reached to wrap my arms around her shoulders in an embrace—only for Peng Yeon-hwa to push my hand away.
"Someone's coming. This presence... the Martial Alliance Pavilion Master?"
Damn it, shit. Who the hell is this bastard?
Tang Jo-myeong's rage boiled over.
In his hand was a letter from the Martial Alliance.
He looked ready to tear it to shreds, but with superhuman patience, he carefully set it on the desk.
His retainers had already read it once, but destroying it would mean admitting his own inferiority.
Subconsciously judging it that way, he pushed the letter out of his sight and sank into thought.
True to his role as head of the Tang Family, Tang Jo-myeong easily discerned the Martial Alliance's intentions, just like Eon So-young.
But unlike her, he thought he could use this to amplify suspicions about Kang Yun.
A young expert of unknown origin with exceptional skill.
The rumor was that his reclusive wife was taking time every day to instruct him personally.
Every time he saw that face identical to Go Cheon's son, Tang Jo-myeong saw the young Go Cheon in him.
On top of that, his own foolish son treated Kang Yun warmly, like some esteemed senior master whenever they crossed paths.
'Can we truly say the Blood Demon pulled no tricks on him?'
He'd raised the suspicion, but not only the Martial Alliance Pavilion Master—even the Neutral Pavilion Master and Outer Affairs Pavilion Master, who leaned neutral, refuted him.
"I hear his sect is a branch of the Daoist school. The matriarch confirmed it."
"Daoist lineages grow slowly but resist any demonic arts."
Even the Eccentric Pavilion Master and Internal Affairs Pavilion Master, who usually backed the family head fully, couldn't hold their ground.
In the end, the suspicion fizzled out inconclusively, only giving the Martial Alliance Pavilion Master ammunition.
"I'll take responsibility for relaying this letter's contents."
There was no special meaning to the Nine Dragons Contest invitation. The Martial Alliance was just being considerate to keep him from further entanglement with the Blood Demon's heir title.
It wasn't recognition as a great master or famous hero.
Only the strong would claim victory in the Nine Dragons Contest and earn the title of Nine Dragons.
But to Tang Jo-myeong, it felt like this chance for his son Tang Mu-hon to seize the shining name of Nine Dragons was going to a punk like Go Cheon instead.
'Go Cheon, Go Cheon!'
That damn bastard. A nobody with no sect or family, strutting around on his skills alone.
'What the hell is Hye-won doing? Wasn't she supposed to shake up the Go Escort Agency?'
No news from her, so he'd even sent his own men to sabotage their escort caravans several times.
But it wasn't enough. He wanted a blow that uprooted them.
If only Tang Hye-won brought some decisive intel, but nothing.
Lately, Tang Hye-won had been defying Tang Jo-myeong's orders more and more.
Reports came only in writing, and she ignored summons with "absent" excuses more often than not.
'Should I move myself...?'
The Go Escort Agency was ultimately built on Go Cheon's personal reputation.
A little more shaking, and it might collapse without a foundation.
'Anything hindering the Tang Family of Sichuan's future must be removed.'
Tang Jo-myeong believed he could clearly explain how Go Cheon and the Go Escort Agency hindered the Tang Family's future.
"Did you say rejection?"
The Martial Alliance Pavilion Master was a fairly aged uncle. One of the few whose seniority outranked the current family head.
"Yes."
"May I ask why?"
Why pry like this? I said I'm not going.
"I think I'm still too far from coveting a Nine Dragons seat."
"With your level of skill, young hero, you're more than qualified."
"Didn't you say the upper Nine Dragons are usually peak experts?"
"I also said you could aim for mid-tier."
Since reaching first-rate, my skills had improved a lot under Peng Yeon-hwa's guidance. With steady inner energy accumulation, maybe it was possible.
If Sword Saint weren't the Martial Alliance Leader, it might've been tempting.
'But Sword Saint is a no-go.'
Sword Saint was basically Master's stalker. Imagine him attending as Alliance Leader.
One glimpse of my techniques, and he'd yell, "Wait, you're the Blood Demon's successor?" and unleash non-sword arts. Not weird at all.
"I don't want that ambiguous result. I don't want to show mediocre skill in that moment etched in people's eyes."
"But the honor of Nine Dragons is no small thing. Especially for someone of unclear origins like you, young hero."
In the jianghu, nothing was more shunned than uncertain sect origins. Third- or second-rate? Fine. But exceptional skill with vague background?
They'd suspect a reformed evil sect member.
But winning a Nine Dragons seat openly before all would grant citizenship to safely live in the jianghu.
"Honor comes naturally with skill and conduct. I'd rather be a great hero than just a master."
But the real issue was Sword Saint. I buttered up the Pavilion Master with plausible words, and he nodded, impressed.
"Understood. If that's your will, young hero, I'll relay the refusal to the Alliance."
The Pavilion Master grinned heartily.
"A great hero over a master. Memorable words. Deep thinking, unlike most youngsters."
Pleased, he repeated it several times before politely greeting Peng Yeon-hwa and leaving.
"...So what's your real scheme?"
Peng Yeon-hwa had learned me well enough to guess from the start that my words weren't the whole story.
"Scheme? I'm hurt. I just hate showing off in front of crowds."
"...Really?"
"Of course. I just dressed it up a bit since being too blunt to the Pavilion Master felt off... "
Peng Yeon-hwa stared into my eyes, probing, then sighed.
"Fine. I just wondered what you were thinking, rejecting a Martial Alliance invite."
It wasn't that grand an invite anyway. They could've at least thrown in a bye.
Watching me silently, Peng Yeon-hwa made that disgusted face again.
She must've guessed I was circulating qi to scan the surroundings.
And what followed?
"The Pavilion Master's gone... so we can now, right?"
Squish squish squish squish♥
"Haaang♥ Ah, ah, agh♥"
Peng Yeon-hwa was thoroughly ravaged by Kang Yun's manhood.
Lying on the bed with legs spread, she accepted the man thrusting his hips vigorously.
Delayed once, he was making up for it now—the cock's pleasure onslaught was irresistible even to an absolute master's mental fortitude.
"Yeon-hwa, my cock tastes good, right?"
"It does, so good... your manhood... "
"Cooock."
"Your co, cock... Euk♥ It really tastes so good... "
Even knowing it was just what he wanted her to say, she couldn't deny the thrill in her pussy every time she praised another man's tool.
"Tang Family matriarch's pussy fits my cock perfectly now!"
It was true. Her pussy, once writhing in pain at her husband's meager prick, now joyfully welcomed Kang Yun's massive one.
"Hubby's cock would feel empty now, huh?"
"That won't... hng... ♥ work anymore... "
It was a repeated Q&A.
A man she could kill with one hand forced scripted answers the moment he plunged into her depths.
Squelch squelch squelch squelch♥
She'd resisted at first, but refusal only brought beastly pleasure until she gave him what he wanted.
Her breasts, untouched by any but her husband's hands, kneaded like toys.
Breasts and pussy alike dyed in this man's color now—irrevocable.
By the time his long, hard cock had kissed her womb mouth countless times.
Peng Yeon-hwa realized with horror how close Kang Yun's face had gotten.
"Oook... ♥ I said no... "
"Really no? Just one smooch on the lips... "
"No."
Lips were absolutely off-limits.
Her body was already slowly succumbing—yielding lips would change her in ways she couldn't imagine.
Kang Yun pouted but soon resumed vigorous thrusting.
The twitching cock signaled his impending release.
"Instead, cum inside, haat♥ I'll let you... so hold back with that, okay?"
"We always cum inside... "
His deceived act nearly guilted her.
'It used to not need to be inside!'
Through qi circulation, she'd figured it out. He was tricking her using the secrecy of poison sect arts.
"Then do what we always do... "
"Al, always♥ That's not true!"
To her denial, Kang Yun silently urged with his eyes.
"Yo, young master's... ahk♥"
Finally, Peng Yeon-hwa threw up her hands and accepted.
"Young master's baby, fill Yeon-hwa's belly full... please♥"
"Yeon-hwa!"
His cock swelled once, then ravaged her insides fiercely—Peng Yeon-hwa lost her mind.
'Dangerous, dangerous... this is really... dangerous... '
The cock maintained form during qi circulation.
If not for the pure Daoist inner energy, it'd be branded demonic.
That fearsome cock now aimed to paint the womb of Peng Family's daughter, Tang matriarch, with semen.
"Gonna cum, Yeon-hwa... Get pregnant, pregnant with my baby... "
"Hauk, hnggg... ♥ Hah!"
"Get pregnant!"
Spurt spurt spuuurt
Their pubic bones ground together as thick semen erupted from Kang Yun's cock, glugging into her womb.
Not a drop spilled—the resolute pumping made her feel utterly like a breeding female.
Climaxing from the hot flood, Peng Yeon-hwa thought hazily.
'Will I really... '
Twitch twitch
Even in hazy consciousness, ecstasy and pleasure pierced her whole body.
'How long can I really hold out?'
She knew stopping relations would end it. And that stopping was now impossible.
This encroaching pleasure—would she submit someday?
Peng Yeon-hwa hadn't yet noticed the faint anticipation hiding amid her fear.