Chapter 46
Chapter 46
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 46
Chapter Title: More Than an Egg
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Having glimpsed the true face of the masked man, Han Ibi's mouth fell open in spite of himself.
The masked man's words had been spot on.
The person he had business with was none other than Han Ibi himself—no more, no less.
"Y-You... you're..."
That's right.
The identity of the masked man was none other than Gu Cheon-se, the infamous lecher who had haunted Qingcheng Manor.
The only difference from before was that his face was now covered in hideous scars, as if it had been ravaged by burns and clumsily patched together.
Gu Cheon-se chuckled loudly as he spoke.
"Looks like your lust got the better of you too, huh? Well, any man whose nether regions don't stir at the sight of such a fine piece of womanhood wouldn't deserve the name."
Misunderstanding. Total misunderstanding.
They say the eyes see what they want to see...
"What nonsense is this? I was just..."
"Everyone denies it at first. But sooner or later, you come to accept it yourself. I know—I’ve been there."
He cackled again.
'This lunatic. Talk about a massive misunderstanding. You think I'm in the same league as a psychopath like you?'
Han Ibi said,
"You came all the way here over that hairpin toss? That's some dedication."
"Heh heh heh. You're quite the actor, pretending not to know when you do. I've already confirmed it."
"Confirmed what?"
"The Tang Clan."
"The Tang Clan?"
"Yeah. I roughed up a few of those Sichuan Tang Clan bastards on my way."
Han Ibi suddenly recalled what Seo Ui-jae had said.
There had been an intruder at the Sichuan Tang Clan.
Instinctively, Han Ibi realized that the intruder was none other than the Gu Cheon-se standing before him now.
Han Ibi muttered,
"The intruder from the other day..."
Gu Cheon-se grinned as he replied,
"That's right. Especially that Tang A-yeon bitch—her flesh was so tender and chewy from all that poison she'd harbored over the years. Heh heh heh. I'll never forget that exotic feel."
Han Ibi grimaced and said,
"You don't mean..."
Gu Cheon-se nodded.
"What do you mean 'don't mean'? Yeah, I showed that slut paradise. Sent her straight to hell right after, though. Haha. Feisty to the end."
Han Ibi felt a wave of dizziness.
'He killed her? No way? Someone from the Sichuan Tang Clan?'
This deranged old coot was bragging about single-handedly killing a servant of the Sichuan Tang Clan.
'Damn it, I should have realized.'
At that moment, Gu Cheon-se began advancing slowly toward Han Ibi.
Han Ibi swallowed hard, lost in thought.
'Should I... run? Ugh... but they say this old bastard's a master of lightness skills...'
Just then, Gu Cheon-se spoke.
"They told me all about it."
Han Ibi asked tensely,
"About what?"
Gu Cheon-se's eyes gleamed maniacally.
The scars made his appearance far more grotesque than before.
"That it wasn't the Sichuan Tang Clan who neutralized the poison... it was you."
Han Ibi's eyes nearly bulged out of his head as he exclaimed,
"What are you talking about? I don't even know the first thing about poison arts..."
There was something Han Ibi didn't know.
The toxicity of the Demon Poison Bear Gall was extremely lethal.
Without an immediate antidote, survival was all but impossible.
One of the key functions of the Crimson Dream Great Law was bodily protection.
Han Ibi hadn't been detoxified.
The Crimson Dream Great Law had simply been continuously filtering it out.
Thus, the blood now coursing through Han Ibi's veins was pure Demon Poison Bear Gall venom.
The poisoning had begun the moment Gu Cheon-se licked the blood that had splattered on his face.
Gu Cheon-se smirked and said,
"Doesn't matter if you know poison arts or not. I plan to kill you all anyway..."
A chill ran down his spine.
He continued,
"...I'm a man who settles scores clearly. There's something I need to do first. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth."
Han Ibi realized something.
Unconsciously, he clenched his hand over his crotch.
'Th-This bastard... that shriveled-up old prick is dead serious right now! His goal was never revenge! He came here to crush my eggs.'
Only then did Han Ibi truly grasp the devastating backlash from the butterfly effect he had unleashed.
His body shuddered again as he watched Gu Cheon-se approach, fingers crooked like hooks.
Han Ibi was sweating bullets, agonizing over whether to bolt right then and there.
Even as he deliberated, Gu Cheon-se closed the distance.
Ten steps, nine steps... five steps!
Suddenly, Gu Cheon-se's eyes widened as if he'd made a startling discovery, and he opened his mouth.
"Hm?"
He then stared intently at Han Ibi for a long while.
This left Han Ibi even more flustered.
But all he could do now was glare back.
Gu Cheon-se tilted his head and muttered,
"Strange... very strange..."
You're the strange one, you freak!
Han Ibi scowled as fiercely as he could and snapped,
"What the hell are you babbling about, pervert?"
"Yin energy."
Huh? What was that?
Gu Cheon-se continued,
"Intense yin energy. Overwhelmingly so... but yin energy is always irresistibly alluring. Kahaha!"
Han Ibi shouted,
"What bullshit is this?"
"Come to think of it..."
Gu Cheon-se narrowed his eyes and went on,
"...you're so pale. Pure white. Were you always this white?"
He was definitely talking about Han Ibi's skin color.
But there was no obligation to answer.
Gu Cheon-se said,
"For some reason... it's uncanny. I sense an exquisite, high-grade yin energy from you—the kind only a pure virgin man could possess."
At that moment, his tongue flicked out, slowly licking his lips.
As if savoring a delicious meal.
Han Ibi felt goosebumps erupt all over his body, a shiver running down his spine.
'No way... this crazy old geezer...'
A horrifying image flashed through his mind.
Gu Cheon-se watched him with a sinister grin.
Han Ibi felt even more chills.
Alarm bells rang in his head.
As if he knew he was in mortal danger!
Then Gu Cheon-se cackled in a repulsive voice.
"Well... can't eat the same meal every day, right? At my age... I've developed a taste for something special."
Hack!
Han Ibi felt like vomiting up his breakfast in an instant.
What kind of absurd plot twist was this...?
'This isn't BL or anything! What the hell kind of psycho novel is this?'
If a wuxia novel like this actually existed, he'd drag the author in and make them experience it firsthand!
But amid the storm of mental turmoil, the very real Gu Cheon-se loomed before him!
With a lewd smile, he lunged toward Han Ibi one step at a time.
Han Ibi cried out in near hysteria,
"Wait! Hold on! Right, yeah! I can use poison arts, so if you touch me recklessly, you'll bleed from all five orifices, screaming in agony till you drop dead!"
Gu Cheon-se smirked again and replied,
"No worries. No worries. Seems you've forgotten I took on the Sichuan Tang Clan single-handed. Anyway, thanks for the reminder—I nearly forgot."
As if it had just occurred to him, he slapped his forehead, reached into his bosom, and pulled something out.
"Went through hell to snag this from the imperial palace... got too excited and almost forgot."
Eek! That crazy bastard!
Not content with ransacking the Sichuan Tang Clan, he'd broken into the imperial warehouse too?
The item that appeared in a flash.
It was a pair of blood-red gloves.
Truly, the fairy was something else.
He skimmed it quickly, hoping for some edge, but it was useless.
'Wait... maybe one thing could help. He absolutely believes I can use poison.'
The part that caught his eye was "localized to covered areas."
Han Ibi shouted,
"Hmph! Don't delude yourself into thinking those gloves can block my fearsome poison arts. If mere gloves could stop it, how could it be called invincible...?"
"No need to worry. You keep forgetting I raided the Sichuan Tang Clan. Snagged something good from the imperial palace too."
He pulled what looked like a pill from his bosom and swallowed it down in one gulp.
'Wh-What...?'
Gu Cheon-se giggled and said,
"This is an internal antidote pill made with the 'Hand Desert' clan's secret recipe. Found a stockpile in the imperial warehouse. The Tang Clan put it to good use, huh."
Ah... that madman...
Preparations complete, Gu Cheon-se's eyes gleamed.
"Now we're good!"
Reading that gaze, Han Ibi knew it was time for his final card.
Han Ibi focused his mind, glaring at Gu Cheon-se.
Gu Cheon-se took a step.
At the same moment, Han Ibi moved.
Zhongli Swift Leopard Step unfolded.
"Help! Somebody help~!"
Han Ibi bellowed at the top of his lungs, enough to shake Qingcheng Mountain, as he bolted away with his lightness skill.
But his opponent was a ghostlike master of movement.
Before he could cover twenty paces, Gu Cheon-se caught up.
Thud!
Cleverly, Gu Cheon-se didn't grab Han Ibi's arm or nape to provoke resistance.
He merely nudged Han Ibi's heel with his own, tripping him up.
But at that tremendous speed, even the slight impact sent Han Ibi flying nearly three zhang by inertia before tumbling head over heels.
Gu Cheon-se closed in instantly and struck the pressure points of the sprawled, spread-eagled Han Ibi.
"Urk!"
The cry escaped him involuntarily as his major acupoints went numb.
But he still had his three-inch tongue.
"Help! Someb— Mmph."
Now even his mute acupoint was sealed.
Gu Cheon-se gazed contentedly at the prone Han Ibi and said,
"Truly strange. So very strange... I don't have tastes like this. Something about your body must be affecting me."
Unable to move or speak, Han Ibi was now entirely at the mercy of this psycho old man.
It was horrifying.
Despairing.
He saw Gu Cheon-se slithering closer.
'Oh! God, Buddha, Allah, Fairy! Save me!'
(To be continued next time)