Chapter 47
Chapter 47
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 47
Chapter Title: The Crisis of Dismemberment and Death
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Han Ibi felt like bursting into tears, but even his tear glands seemed paralyzed.
Suddenly, Gu Cheon-se grabbed his shoulder.
Han Ibi tensed up completely.
But then Gu Cheon-se flipped him over upside down, like turning over a fried egg.
It was a position that felt deeply unsettling... profoundly ominous.
Han Ibi thought,
'No way... My dad can't be this much of a pervert. No... he wouldn't...'
Just then, a rustling sound came from behind his back.
The hairs all over his body stood on end at once.
Han Ibi prayed and prayed some more...
But unfortunately, it seemed almost certain.
This was... the sound of pants being pulled down.
That crazy old man was about to... rape him.
This damn...!
Han Ibi hurled infinite curses at himself for touching the Cheonpyeon-gwa back on that Demon Valley Mountain cliff.
Chicken skin prickled across his entire body.
A touch.
A rough touch.
That rough hand was swiftly stripping off Han Ibi's lower garments.
Han Ibi endlessly regretted not facing death head-on but fleeing instead.
It was then.
"What... what the hell is this...?"
It was a familiar voice.
Yes.
The owner of that familiar voice was So Eun-ri.
Her face was a mix of bewilderment and absurdity.
And who could blame her? She had just witnessed a hideous old man with his pants down to his ankles.
And Han Ibi, lying there with his own lower garments in disarray.
Though Han Ibi couldn't see the scene, he wanted to bite his tongue and die.
Of course, even his tongue was numb, so it was just a futile wish.
Gu Cheon-se chuckled wickedly and said,
"Oh ho! Perfect timing. This is truly fortuitous. I hadn't even thought of this, but it's the absolute best. Yes, yes... let's have some fun, the three of us."
Han Ibi thought,
'Ugh... What the hell is with this old geezer... He's a pervert beyond perverts...'
At least there was one silver lining: he could feel the perverted old man pulling away from his body.
Gu Cheon-se's long robe barely covered his vital areas.
So Eun-ri, who had never seen a naked man before, averted her gaze instinctively and said,
"Put your pants on right now!"
But Gu Cheon-se laughed even louder.
"Hmm? Put on pants? Nonsense! How could one perform a grand rite with pants on? Though this old man possesses world-shaking talents, I cannot heed you on this."
With that, he hopped right out of his pants entirely.
His grotesquely jiggling...
So Eun-ri let out a sharp shriek and turned her eyes even farther away.
Gu Cheon-se chuckled and said,
"Every woman reacts like that at first. But later... heh heh heh, you'll learn soon enough. Come here~ I'll give you extra special attention. Keh keh keh."
He spread his arms wide and approached her.
Han Ibi felt nauseous just imagining how repulsive that sight must be.
So for So Eun-ri, witnessing it live...
"Kyaaak!"
She couldn't help but scream.
So Eun-ri stumbled backward uncontrollably.
Han Ibi's heart raced too. In this situation, his only savior was Jong Ri-hyeok.
'Damn it. He should've heard me scream earlier.'
Just then, Gu Cheon-se, chasing her like a zombie, suddenly accelerated.
So Eun-ri naturally matched his speed with lightness skill to flee.
With the angle shifting, Han Ibi could now watch them.
'Ah... what an utterly horrific spectacle, impossible to watch with eyes open.'
A repulsive, nauseating chase.
It was then.
So Eun-ri drew her sword from its sheath and shouted loudly,
"If you come any closer, I won't hold back."
Gu Cheon-se chuckled and replied,
"Good. Good. That's exactly what this old man wanted. Standing still is no fun at all."
He sped up even more.
A tense, make-or-break moment.
Plunged into this desperate crisis, So Eun-ri finally regained her composure.
Even while fleeing frantically, she extended her breathing and struggled to maintain calm.
So Eun-ri gripped her sword tightly and stopped her backward steps.
Gu Cheon-se noticed the change, his expression turning somewhat serious.
Gu Cheon-se said,
"This young girl's inner strength rivals that of a seventy-year-old hag. Keh keh keh."
So Eun-ri said,
"This is your final warning. If you take even one more step, I'll cut you down without mercy."
Gu Cheon-se chuckled disgustingly again and said,
"Good. Good. Your fiery temper suits me perfectly. But I'm curious if your skills match that spirit."
Gu Cheon-se took one more step.
So Eun-ri swung her sword, slashing toward his chest.
Her movements were smooth and elegant, like a celestial fairy descending to earth.
It was the Great Willow Sword Technique favored by the Qingcheng Sect's female swordmasters.
The incoming blade was sharper than expected, forcing Gu Cheon-se to stop toying around.
Yet, bare-handed, he used his superior lightness skill to leap in front of her instead.
So Eun-ri, sensing something off, swiftly changed her stance and thrust at his throat.
A lightning-fast variation.
But Gu Cheon-se spun like a top and tried to grab her waist.
"Uhahaha! Your waist is barely a handful—truly a peerless figure."
So Eun-ri realized his disgusting intent, withdrew her attack, and unleashed lightness skill to retreat three steps in an instant.
But before those three steps finished, she zigzagged forward, aiming for his head.
"Whoa there!"
Gu Cheon-se exaggeratedly cried out as if in danger and dodged.
But the feints and realities of the Qing Willow Sword's Heaven-Earth Remainder thrust relentlessly targeted his head.
Gu Cheon-se laughed heartily and said,
"Plump beauties have their voluptuous charm, slender ones their delicate appeal. Each has its own flavor; there's no ranking them."
Though she didn't grasp all his filthy words, So Eun-ri knew he was mocking her.
Furious, she unleashed the Piercing Flower Shadows stance like a storm, pressing an unrelenting assault.
It felt like a rose coming alive, shaking its thorns to drive off a beast.
Her ferocious attacks forced even Gu Cheon-se to close his mouth momentarily.
It was then.
So Eun-ri let out a monstrous roar unbelievable from her slender frame, flipping in midair and thrusting her sword.
Straight into Gu Cheon-se's mouth!
This was martial arts saying "shut your trap."
She poured all her energy into this strike.
Her inner power couldn't match Gu Cheon-se's lifetime cultivation, so she aimed for a quick finish with swift swordplay.
Gu Cheon-se seemed startled by her blinding speed.
Unable to dodge in time,
"Ack-ack!"
he instinctively raised both arms to shield his mouth.
So even if it didn't pierce his mouth, it could at least wreck his hands.
In martial combat, the hands' importance went without saying.
So Eun-ri seized the opening and gripped her sword harder.
At last, as her blade met his arm and blood was about to spray...
Gu Cheon-se suddenly dropped his guard and reached bare-handed for the sword.
So Eun-ri's eyes widened.
'Grabbing my razor-sharp sword bare-handed?'
It was then.
Gu Cheon-se burst into loud laughter and snatched the blade.
Her sword momentum halted by his bare hand.
Yes.
Thanks to his "Crimson Silkworm Skin."
Near-perfect poison resistance and tendons thousands of times tougher than whale sinew enabled such defense.
Gu Cheon-se chuckled, gripped her sword, and flung it far away.
This was no elegant disarmament—just brute force.
Power of the Crimson Silkworm Skin.
Weaponless, So Eun-ri panicked briefly.
Yet she quickly retreated to prepare for counterattack—thanks to solid training.
Gu Cheon-se chuckled again and said,
"Little girl... no weapon now. What will you do? Hm?"
Then, turning serious, he added,
"No, I can lend you my sword."
He shook his lower body side to side and shouted,
"Take this—the peerless Elephant Trunk Sword!"
His dangling thing again...
Han Ibi felt abject misery, wishing he could apologize on his behalf with an apple.
So Eun-ri turned from the horrific sight and yelled,
"Stop this madness!"
She retreated two more steps.
Then Gu Cheon-se reached into his bosom, pulled something out, and said,
"Tsk tsk. Freaking out even when I'm offering... Fine, sword-lending later. Instead..."
Han Ibi strained his eyes—it was like a long rope.
'Huh? What's that? Jump rope?'
Of course not.
Gu Cheon-se snapped it open and whipped it toward the ground.
Yes. A whip.
A peculiar whip, black like a black hole sucking in all light.
Unlike others, its tip split into strands with tiny barbs.
A bizarre weapon that would shred flesh on impact.
Gu Cheon-se giggled and said,
"I brought this for fighting venomous foes, but today... it might serve a better purpose."
Han Ibi thought,
'Every perverted tool and scenario under the sun. Damn it all...'
It was then.
A clear notification chimed.
'Huh? What's this?'
Han Ibi narrowed his eyes and stared piercingly at the status window.
There was a green humanoid figure.
Above it, a red gauge bar.
'Aha!'
This pattern resembled inner power cultivation.
That green figure was him. Though it didn't move exactly like during energy circulation.
Semi-transparent, its interior was clear: countless yellow dots marked inside.
'Ah... look at this tacky color contrast... What system sense... But those dots...?'
After a moment's thought, Han Ibi realized.
They represented acupoints.
And...
'Huh? Red dots too.'
Yes.
Near the lower abdomen: Shenque.
Mid-back: Zhongshu.
And the Ahmun acupoint, called the "mute point," glowed blood-red.
He soon understood.
These blocked points were why he couldn't move!
Just then, Han Ibi's eyes caught the green figure's dantian area. White and black mists rose there.
The white mist was serene like a calm sea on a clear day, but the black churned like a storm.
(To be continued in the next installment)