Chapter 8
Chapter 8
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 8
Chapter Title: Let's Talk (1)
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I focused my mind, circulating my energy.
Red and blue energies danced through the air, while my master observed them closely.
It was a task to demonstrate how the Ascending Immortal Art's energy flowed through a woman's body.
Since physique, temperament, and cultivated heart methods could all differ, the energy naturally found its own path.
There were rough meridians to follow, and my master was checking if I'd grasped them.
"No mistakes. You can withdraw the energy now."
At my master's permission, I drew the Ascending Immortal Art's energy—still weaving through the air—back into my body.
As I slowly recovered it, my master continued.
"That said, it seems the Heavenly Yang Energy is depleting faster than the Phantom Yin Energy. What happened?"
Until now, I'd lumped it all under "Ascending Immortal Art's energy," but in truth, it consisted of two kinds: the yang energy of Heavenly Yang and the yin energy of Phantom Yin.
The human body naturally harbored both yang and yin energies, but this separated and amplified them distinctly.
"Well, I heated some water and... Ow! That hurts, Master!"
"What were you planning to do for training if you dumped all your internal energy into something pointless right from the start?!"
It wasn't like those Namgung family experts who ended up brain-dead, but the occasional violence still terrified me.
I knew it was just a knuckle rap, but my head could fly off at any moment.
"Remember this: we have no one to rely on. I'm with you now, but you never know when something might happen."
"I'll be careful."
It felt like the mindset of those RPG players who chug a potion at the first sign of low HP to top off.
But I did need to stay in top condition as much as possible. If I didn't want the Lustful Demon to kill me, anyway.
"Since it came up, I'll teach you Standing Cultivation and Lying Cultivation today. Master both, and you can recover your internal energy through meditation even in dire situations."
"Stamina and internal energy are distinct, yet they complement each other. Any proper disciple must learn them to avoid an early grave."
Standing Cultivation was meditating upright, Lying Cultivation flat on your back. Sitting was just Sitting Cultivation.
The Ascending Immortal Art was designed for meditation even during sex, so it wasn't hard to pick up.
As I practiced Standing Cultivation, something disrupted my inner energy flow, so I asked my master.
"Master, when will you lift the seal you placed? Once I've learned everything?"
My master gave me an odd look and countered.
"Do you want it lifted?"
"No, not that... I was just curious during meditation..."
What was there to hide? The seal my master had placed was basically a "forced condom." Its proper name was the Essence Control Method.
I'd told Eon So-young I'd put it on voluntarily, but really, my master had done it.
He'd worried the kid might pop out unexpectedly and insisted on it—and who was I to refuse?
If I could toggle it myself, I'd have turned it off ages ago for a breeding frenzy. So, maybe a blessing in disguise.
"I'll leave it for now. Once you reach Peak Realm and master the Essence Control Method freely, it'll come off. No worries."
My master's goal for me was Peak Realm mastery. Fair enough—he couldn't babysit me forever.
Peak Realm was generous, really.
If I hit that, I'd naturally master the Essence Control too.
Then it'd be non-stop breeding sex for real.
My master prodded me here and there, nodded, and spoke.
"You're handling the heart method training well on your own, so let's wrap that up. Time to learn leg techniques."
Oh god, here we go again. That hellish maw was opening once more.
"Explain the relationship between footwork and leg techniques."
"Footwork and leg techniques both use the legs, so emphasizing one often sacrifices the other."
"Right. That's why legs—stronger than arms—are hard to use effectively in real combat.
That's also why Ascending Dragon Footwork incorporates leg techniques. It fuses them seamlessly into footwork without disruption.
Leg techniques are tricky in combat, but any decent expert learns them.
Because they're seen as impractical, no one expects them—making them a surprise trump card.
Even orthodox sects teach a baseline to counter them.
Leg techniques have endless value; they can stimulate acupuncture points hard to reach with footwork..."
My master wasn't usually this talkative, but martial arts explanations? Endless.
Made me suspect some leg technique evangelism.
Or maybe because others took decades for this theory, and I was cramming it crash-course style.
I crammed "Leg techniques are great. Fucking awesome" into my brain, and annoyingly, it stuck.
God realm buff or martial arts perk, who knew? Had to force it in anyway.
Random pop quizzes kept me on my toes.
"Using Mirrored Dragon Step swaps your position with the opponent's.
It's an unorthodox move relying more on internal energy than muscle."
I'd learned footwork before, but just the forms. He demonstrated again with Thousand Catties Anchor, stamping the ground.
As I'd said, I could mimic all the moves—but without the nuances or tricks.
The volume was murderous, but it'd all be useful eventually.
"Leg techniques pack power. Their base strength lets you land lethal blows with proper internal energy."
My master shattered a solid boulder with a roundhouse kick, flexing. Bugs scattered from below. Ew, damn.
He could pulverize a rock with Finger Wind alone—did we need the show?
I was puzzled, but his nonstop lecture stole any chance to ask.
Morning vanished; lunchtime hit.
I begged to end early, grabbed fresh bedding, and headed to Eon So-young.
She hadn't planned to leave, rinsing in leftover bathwater and hanging it on the bedpost—but that wouldn't air out the smell.
"Thank you..."
Her face flushed crimson as she thanked me.
Last night's passion left strong evidence; she seemed embarrassed. That blush was adorable.
Ah, I want to fuck! Screw afternoon training—sex now!
But no dice. I hid my raging hard-on with my leg, casually changing the sheets.
"I'll take this to wash. Sorry I didn't prepare ahead—my consideration fell short."
"No, I..."
She trailed off. What?
Awkward to pry, so I changed topics.
"Anyway, hanging it here means you haven't gone outside, right?"
"Y-Yes..."
Why avoid going out so much? Oh!
"If you're worried Master might do something if you step out, relax."
"P-Pardon...?"
"Staying cooped up harms your body and mind. Take light walks now and then."
To her puzzled look, I lowered my voice.
"Step out casually for a stroll, and you might—just maybe—catch a glimpse of your daughter from afar?"
Mostly, I wanted her living healthier. But her face lit up—clearly fixated on seeing her girl.
Mother's love, huh.
"Thank you so much, young hero."
Her voice caught slightly with gratitude.
If only I could say "Thanks? Fuck me now!" But no time. Meal delivery awaited.
I promised food soon, grabbed the wet sheets, and bolted.
But no soap—make lye water?
Checking rice and scavenging ash, I hit the kitchen.
"Lye water? We set some aside..."
Namgung Hye eyed me curiously. Natural—she handled our laundry too.
Why was this girl dragged here as a maid?
Oh crap, shouldn't have brought this.
"Whose blanket is—oh!"
Before I could deflect, she snatched it.
"Is this Mother's...? Young hero! What happened?!"
Shit, fucked. Her nose wasn't for show...
"Is Mother seriously ill?"
She couldn't miss that night-bloom scent... Huh?
"No, rough nightmares last night made her sweat buckets. She's fine now."
"I see..."
It worked. She'd never smelled night-bloom before, apparently.
Made sense if young and innocent about sex.
Lucky break. I learned ash storage and straining.
Filter lye twice, use per purpose—news to me.
"Mother hates worrying others... She hides pain sometimes..."
Classic mom ailment.
"Even if she hides it, tell me everything, young hero. Please."
"Of course. I'll report any concerns to Lady Namgung."
Except the part where I railed her mom.
Sorry, Namgung Hye, but Eon So-young was too prime to resist with just guilt.
I slyly shifted the sheets to cover my waist.
Learning to wash cum-soaked milf sheets from her daughter had me throbbing like mad.
Ah, driving me insane. Just you wait, Eon So-young. Sunset hits, I'm storming in.
I flat-out refused Namgung Hye's offer to wash them instead, buzzing for the night ahead.