Chapter 57
Chapter 57
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 57
Chapter Title: Mother, What's Wrong? (1)
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Western Sichuan Martial Alliance headquarters, Alliance Leader's office.
The Sword Saint was screaming amid the avalanche of paperwork.
"Hey, Cheongryang. Do I really have to sign off on every single one of these myself?"
"I've only brought up the matters I don't have the authority to approve."
The elderly man in Daoist robes stroked his impeccably groomed white beard as he spoke.
"It's not because you're upset that the Nine Dragons Contest is being held at Shaolin Temple instead of Wudang, is it?"
"Hah, what does that silly Nine Dragons Contest even matter? It'll just bring a mob of riffraff swarming the mountain gates and cause a racket. Better off this way, frankly."
"You understand, don't you? With the event rushed forward on such short notice, Shaolin was the only place ready."
The old man—Daoist Cheongryang, head of Wudang Sect and vice-leader of the Martial Alliance—shrugged it off nonchalantly.
"It doesn't bother me in the least. The problem is that fools who don't grasp the simple truth that all a beggar like me needs is a spot to lay my head and food to fill my belly are the ones running sects."
"I'll make sure to tell Wudang's sect leader it was entirely my decision."
"I trust you. At my age, I just can't be bothered with the hassle."
"So, about these documents—"
"Those, you'll have to handle yourself, Alliance Leader."
The Sword Saint's face crumpled miserably.
All this stemmed from the karma of chasing the Blood Demon all the way to Sichuan, plus the decision to pull the event schedule forward—misery with no one to complain to. With a sigh, he began stamping the seals.
"Oh, speaking of the rushed schedule—one of the Blood Demon's victims has sent word that he won't be attending the Nine Dragons Contest."
"What? Why?"
In the midst of all this toil, someone had appeared to render his efforts meaningless. The Sword Saint's eyes nearly rolled back in fury.
"He says he still lacks the skill and wants more time to prepare."
"Has he even read my letter? Who the hell is this guy?"
The letter hadn't named him outright, but it was worded so one could read between the lines: a call to participate in the Nine Dragons Contest to protect promising talents.
"A young man named Kang Yun... The circumstances are a bit complicated."
Disciple of a hidden master from the Daoist lineage. A face strikingly similar to the son of Zhuge Mi-ryeong, once one of the Three Peaks.
Playing the role of her son, with everyone's tacit approval, to heal the illness in her heart.
"Not a bad young man, then... He refused even after knowing the situation?"
"According to the reply from the Tang Family, they explained it fully."
Not some villain to eradicate, and it was his own choice, yet the Sword Saint felt oddly concerned.
"Looks like I'll have to go myself. Probably just youthful folly leading to a bad decision..."
"By all means. Though the people mobbed at Shaolin without approvals will suffer from the poor preparations—what's that matter?"
Daoist Cheongryang swiftly sat the indignantly rising Sword Saint back down. Then he sensed footsteps striding toward the Alliance Leader's office.
The door burst open.
"Grandfa—!"
"Deputy Division Leader, this is the Martial Alliance. Refrain from private titles."
Daoist Cheongryang sighed and chided the Alliance Leader's granddaughter, who was like a wild colt.
"Vice Leader, what brings you here..."
"Don't I have more reason to visit the Alliance Leader's office than you, Deputy Division Leader?"
Huangbo Hyo-seon—granddaughter of the Alliance Leader and deputy leader of the White Tiger Division, one of the Alliance's elite martial units—shrank back, looking much like her grandfather.
"It's good to clarify titles, but don't scold her too harshly. Deputy Division Leader, what is it?"
"Yes, well..."
The news Huangbo Hyo-seon brought was shocking.
Demonic Cult! Not in great numbers, but reports had come in of some Demonic Cult forces lurking in parts of Sichuan and beyond.
"And one of them attacked someone in broad daylight right in a market town? Those bastards..."
Moments ago, he'd been deflated by Daoist Cheongryang's nagging, but news of Demonic Cult activity changed his demeanor in an instant.
"Details are scarce for now, but I judged it urgent enough to report immediately..."
"Good work."
The Sword Saint closed his eyes briefly, calming his aura. He was old enough to know getting worked up wouldn't help.
"Tell us what you've pieced together so far. What was the division leader's assessment?"
"Given their activities centering on Sichuan, and that all but one avoided bold moves..."
"The Blood Demon again..."
Huangbo Hyo-seon fell silent at the Sword Saint's words. In the end, even the Demonic Cult was in the dark about the Blood Demon's movements and had sent scouts to investigate.
The Blood Demon was classified as unorthodox, so ties to the Demonic Cult seemed natural, but the Sword Saint knew better—there were none.
'That guy's going to live and die doing exactly as he pleases.'
He showed no intent to raise successors.
Once he's gone, the jianghu finds peace. Unable to kill him themselves, they could only wait for time to do it.
That was the Sword Saint's sole wish.
"Information's still thin, and we don't know when they might turn violent, so it's hard to say for sure..."
"Then how do you plan to handle any sudden incidents?"
"The White Tiger Division is already monitoring every movement we've detected."
"If that's the case, the Demonic Cult issue isn't the most pressing. Keep eyes on them without fail, and prepare to suppress if anything suspicious arises."
The White Tiger Division specialized in intelligence over frontline combat. They might lack raw force if needed.
The Sword Saint ordered the Vermilion Bird Division briefed and on standby for emergencies, then stopped the departing Huangbo Hyo-seon.
"Hyo-seon."
"Yes, Grandfather."
With the report done, it seemed a private grandparent-grandchild chat now—no objection from Daoist Cheongryang.
"Your grandpa has a favor to ask..."
The Sword Saint decided to send his granddaughter to Sichuan at this opportune moment.
A kind young man playing son to a passing woman's plight, even if falsely—shouldn't he be persuaded once more?
Seeing Tang Hye-won and Peng Yeon-hwa side by side made my cock throb.
Both these women who adore my cock so much—my girls. How could it not throb?
But when Peng Yeon-hwa opened her mouth, my cock shriveled up in an instant.
"Have you thought about how to come clean to Little Ryeong?"
How could I not tremble at this wicked scheme to cut my milf count by one...!
"Let me say it again: if you won't tell her, I'll go do it myself."
"Sister-in-law, don't push so hard..."
"Miss, I hate to say this since I came in late to this mess, but this relationship isn't normal."
Three married women entangled with one outsider man at once. Yeah, not normal.
"Especially you, Miss—with child and all. Leaving this ambiguous will only brew bigger trouble later."
Peng Yeon-hwa's eyes flicked to Tang Hye-won's belly.
Tang Hye-won caressed her belly with a warm smile.
"I wanted this baby. No issue there."
"Hye-won..."
Tears welled up... She's my absolute ally...
"Of course, if you neglect me, I'd be heartbroken too..."
"Never! Absolutely not!"
I hurriedly stemmed the rot rapidly spreading in her eyes. Can't let my guard down with Tang Hye-won either, damn it.
"Anyway, you're free to continue with Little Ryeong. But I won't allow keeping the truth hidden."
What to do? Cling desperately and fuck her brains out? Drain her soul and beg her to let it slide?
But Peng Yeon-hwa before insertion has decent self-control. Her pussy might drip, but she'll hold out somehow.
Without her permission, I can't shove my cock into Peng Yeon-hwa with my current abilities.
'Martial arts training... Got to work harder...'
Until the day I can force it into a resisting Peng Yeon-hwa...!
"So, what's it to be? If you haven't decided, I'll just go tell her myself."
Why's she so damn impatient?
"Maybe... you can't have sex until it's out, so you want it over quick...?"
Before I finished, Peng Yeon-hwa glared daggers. Fact?
"It's just that putting it off won't help."
"Guess I misread. If that's how you see it, Yeon-hwa."
Not a big deal anyway, so I agreed without fuss and racked my brain, but no clever solution emerged.
I get women's psychology somewhat, but a mother's feelings about getting railed by her son? No clue...!
[Yun.]
Then a transmission sounded from Tang Hye-won.
[I've thought it over, and maybe we don't need to reveal everything right now.]
Two secrets Tang Hye-won knew but Peng Yeon-hwa didn't.
Eon So-young's existence, and me being the Blood Demon's disciple.
Cover those, and there's a way?
[Got a plan?]
[Well...]
As Peng Yeon-hwa's lecture droned on, Tang Hye-won kept transmitting to me. Hearing the plan, my cock sprang erect.
Ah, this'll work.
Turn crisis into opportunity!
Zhuge Mi-ryeong ate dinner with her son, constantly watching his reactions.
These past few days, he'd kept his hands off her, which felt off.
'Even one day off, and he'd pounce...?'
Unaware Peng Yeon-hwa had intervened, she puzzled over his sudden disinterest.
Too exhausted from training? Didn't seem so...
'Did Sister Hwa notice something...?'
It started exactly when Peng Yeon-hwa visited her quarters, so she suspected, but doubted it.
Bedding all washed and dried right there, scent perfectly erased.
No clues, no way to notice.
"Mother, eat more."
Her son noticed her paused hand, his voice laced with concern.
"Just lost in thought for a moment. No need to worry."
He resumed eating, visibly relieved.
'Yeah, if he's lost interest, that's good. Even without blood ties, what's good about mixing with your mother?'
Zhuge Mi-ryeong suppressed the rising regret in her chest and enjoyed the warm meal.
Believing her itchy loins would settle soon.