Chapter 70
Chapter 70
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 70
Chapter Title: Young Master, You've Finally Arrived (3)
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What is bedroom matters?
Breaking down the Hanja, it means "things done in the bedroom."
In other words, our ancestors acknowledged that the only thing worth doing between men and women in a bedroom was sex.
So, does outdoor sex count as bedroom matters? If it's not happening in a bedroom, maybe we can dodge the no-bedroom-matters rule?
"Son, if you never want to see Lady Namgung's face again, go right ahead."
Yeah, I figured as much.
Shiiiik!
I dodged left and right, evading Mother's Finger Wind aimed at my legs as it zipped through the air.
The Finger Winds flying at eye level were calibrated perfectly to the limit of what I could barely avoid, leaving me drenched in sweat like a downpour.
"Your son's internal energy has reached an extraordinary level. The key is how you use it."
My internal energy was now at peak mid-level. Purely in terms of internal energy, I was probably in the top 200 in the world.
If limited to those thirty or younger, I'd be in the top ten fingers, they said.
But what's the point of top-tier hardware if the software is barely scraping first-rate advanced?
"Truth be told, your growth in techniques is remarkably fast too. No need to be so impatient."
Unlike her soothing voice, the Finger Winds grew sharper by the moment.
They were at the razor-edge level where I had to squeeze every ounce of effort just to dodge.
They flew straight, yet their tips wobbled mysteriously, impossible to predict where they'd explode.
'Waist, legs, shoulder?'
The shoulder was easiest to dodge. But knowing Mother's personality, she wouldn't aim for the obvious...
Probably the waist. I twisted my whole body, but the Finger Wind's path grazed right where my shoulder had been.
"Once you develop an eye for it, it'll become clearer. The center of any change lies in its root—that's the key to seeing it clearly."
Cryptic words. Did she mean watch the fingers? Or the moment the Finger Wind launches?
After running myself ragged, scraping every last drop from my dantian, I finally collapsed to the ground.
"How was it? Feel like you grasped something?"
"Kinda got it, kinda didn't. But one thing's for sure—I'm dying of exhaustion..."
Mother chuckled softly and extended her hand. I grabbed it and slumped down beside her.
"Son, it seems like you always explosively release your energy when using movement techniques."
"Is there another way?"
"Unless you're accelerating from a standstill, try rolling the pure energy in your Yongcheon acupoint smoothly. It'll be far less taxing."
Invaluable advice, but I was too winded to respond. I sat in lotus position instead.
A refreshing energy circulated through my body, quickly soothing my fatigued muscles. It felt great.
Master had been all brute force training, Peng Yeon-hwa worked on broadening my vision, but Mother was honing my strengths.
She saw me as more gifted in footwork and lightness skills than in palm strikes, finger arts, fists, or kicks.
Just a few pointers, and my skills would skyrocket—or so she said. We'll see about that.
'This eye-level education was too effective... no clue how much I've actually improved.'
Plus, she forbade counterattacking to cancel them out—just pure evasion. Doubled the difficulty.
Mother said I'd improved a lot, so I'll take her word for it... but honestly, I'm itching to test myself against some easy prey.
As my energy recovered and my body regained its vigor, I opened my eyes.
"So-young!"
Eon So-young had opened her room's window and was peering out at me.
Her demeanor had stiffened a bit, but aside from no sex, we could meet and chat naturally.
"Don't you have more training?"
"Just a break. Did you eat lunch well?"
I cautiously took Eon So-young's hand. Holding her soft, cool palm in my warm one felt nice.
"Bedroom matters..."
"I know. Just holding hands. Hands only. So, lunch?"
"I ate... well."
Eon So-young kept glancing around, hyper-aware of our clasped hands.
"The maids here all know you're pregnant, right?"
"How could they not..."
"Are they trustworthy?"
"They've served me from before I married, along with their daughters from their parental homes."
Just hand-holding and talking. No sex at all. I lightly vaulted over the windowsill into her room.
"Wh-what are you doing coming in?"
"Ah, don't misunderstand. I'm not here to do anything suspicious."
I did think gradually ramping up physical contact might unlock sex, but I wouldn't force it.
I shut the window firmly, then squatted down to admire Eon So-young's belly.
"Our baby's in there...!"
"...Yes."
Her wary glare softened as she saw my eyes fixed only on her belly, not her breasts or hips. She must've decided I had no lustful intent.
Foolish, so foolish, Eon So-young!
To a milf fanatic like me, that swollen belly carrying my child trumps breasts or hips—it's the ultimate side dish!
But I wore an expression of pure awe, like I was witnessing the miracle of life on Animal Planet.
"So-young, could you... show me your belly a bit?"
"Pardon?"
"Our baby... touching over clothes feels a bit sad for them... Can't Dad have a proper chat?"
Obviously no real difference between cloth or skin, but Eon So-young pondered it.
"I swear, no other mischief. Just the belly."
"...Belly only. Touch anywhere else and..."
I nodded vigorously. She rustled with her clothes.
"Need help?"
"No!"
Turning her back and struggling, she finally bared her belly, caught her breath, and faced me.
"Ooooooh!"
"Shh... be quiet..."
Is this something to be quiet about?
Eon So-young, belly precisely exposed, was insanely hot.
Like wearing a full-body riding suit but flashing only the sexiest part—pure obscenity.
What's the point of covering the rest when the hottest bit's on display!
"Can I touch?"
"...No other spots."
With reluctant permission, I placed my trembling hand on her belly.
Stroking the soft curve, I felt her skin quiver.
"Baby... it's Daddy... We met yesterday, and now again today?"
Whispering close to her belly, a ticklish spasm transmitted. Right on plan.
"Daddy and Mommy love you so much, we can't wait to meet. Mommy's eating well for her body, right?"
"I am eating well..."
"Baby, if Mommy skimps on food, you tell me."
Whispering to the baby while slyly stroking lower down.
"That's... enough now."
"Visiting hours are so short. Baby, Daddy'll come again soon? Bye!"
Mwah.
"Hah?!"
Kissing her belly made Eon So-young yelp and stagger back. I shrugged innocently.
"What's wrong? Something the matter?"
"You're doing this knowing exactly what you're doing."
"Huh...? No idea what you mean."
Playing dumb to the end, she couldn't press further.
Bit by bit, inching up contact like this... sex might unlock sooner than I think.
"Hey, First Elder, you around?"
In this Xinjiang stronghold ruled by the so-called Demonic Cult or self-proclaimed Radiant Cult, the title of First Elder commanded immense prestige.
Second only to the martial god of the heavens—the Cult Leader—and the retired elders in the back rooms. Truly one below all above.
"Yes, Young Cult Leader."
Thus, even a punk spouting such insolence was someone the First Elder overlooked—for the Young Cult Leader was special to him.
"Fine tea aroma. Grand Crimson Robe?"
"Shall I pour a cup for you, Young Cult Leader?"
"No need. It's just an insult to the leaves if someone who doesn't savor it drinks it."
To the nearly ninety-year-old First Elder, this middle-aged woman was like the granddaughter he'd raised.
"What brings you here on foot?"
"Do I strike you as someone who only seeks people when there's business?"
"Isn't that the truth?"
"Heavens."
The woman, who looked early forties, smirked with her cat-like eyes and spoke.
"I'm thinking of heading to the Central Plains."
"Pardon?"
As the First Elder wondered if his hearing was finally failing, she drove the point home.
"I said, I'm going to the Central Plains. Specifically, to the Shaolin where the Nine Dragons Contest is being held..."
"You can't!"
It had been mere months since her father, the Cult Leader, warned against it. The sharp Young Cult Leader surely knew what defying him meant.
"Whatever that damned Second Elder told you, please reconsider...!"
"First Elder. You still see me as that girl you carried on your back."
"..."
"I've Father's permission. No need for such fuss."
"...Pardon?"
"Father told Second Elder, didn't he? If you want to unify the martial world, figure out how to make it last."
Or shut up, he added.
"We yap about unifying the martial world, but we know precious little about the Central Plains martial scene."
"We've steadily gathered intel on the Martial Alliance forces, including the Nine Great Sects and Five Great Families."
"Sure, they're weaker than us. But that's not the point, and you know it."
The First Elder clamped his mouth shut.
"Simple question. Why do they succeed as the righteous faction, and we fail?"
"...Young Cult Leader."
"I want to know. We're not goblins, they're not saints—yet why do they reject us so vehemently?"
One answer sprang to mind.
Could the Cult Leader, emperor-like in Xinjiang, expect the same in the Central Plains?
What if the Central Plains folk rejected it? How had the Radiant Cult fared then?
But that wasn't a complete answer.
"...How many do you need?"
"Among your subordinates, how many from righteous sects?"
"Precisely, a few who've studied righteous arts for research."
"Lend me them. Even if I can mask my demonic energy, the rest would be sniffed out by Daoist or Buddhist internal energy practitioners."
The world's known evil absolute masters numbered six.
Two of the Three Venerables, four of the Four Tyrants.
But this woman before him was another absolute master, unbound by those ranks.
If she hid herself, only a peer could detect her.
"I'll be careful not to get caught, just sightseeing. No worries."
The Radiant Cult's Young Cult Leader, Young Ho-kyeong—sole daughter of the Divine Demon Young Merchant—wore a smile that stirred unease.