Chapter 21
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 21
Chapter Title: Training Together Triples the Gains Event (3)
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Life has its moments when gratitude for the mode sinks deep into your bones.
Of course, there was a deduction since it was the culprit behind my possession.
...Aside from the occasional hardship, this life was definitely better than my modern one, so I had no complaints there.
Especially grateful was the fact that today was Friday.
In primitive ancient uncivilized barbarian China, there were only distinctions between months and days, and the concept of a ten-day week.
There was no concept of a week.
What's the problem with that?
It means no weekends.
In other words...
Unless it was a special day like a holiday...
Every single day was a hellish routine spinning endlessly like a hamster wheel...!
But thanks to the grace of the great Emperor King God Mode...
Even in this Central Plains land where the dignity of Nazareth's Monkey-Spanner hasn't yet been revealed...
The modern concept of days of the week, divided according to the laws of Yin-Yang and Five Elements, has been established!
In other words...
Tomorrow is Saturday! The day after is Sunday!
The weekend begins!
Chicken Thighs Lady.
What more coupling could there be?
This is coupling.
"Hey, aren't you focusing?"
"Guhhh..."
...If only I weren't shouldering this log in horse stance...
I could've fully savored the happiness Friday brings, that sweetness almost like coupling...
Just hold on for one day. One day.
With that mindset, I poured strength into my calves.
It was still bearable so far.
"Kuhaha! Add more weight!"
"Krahk!"
Thanks to Chicken Thighs Lady sitting atop the log with legs crossed, adding another 50kg...
The weight pressing on my shoulders intensified.
At least it wasn't Korean-style weights. If it were, it'd be 60kg...
"Don't daydream again! Don't try to hold it with just your arms! Distribute your strength evenly across your soles, and focus your mind sharply!"
"Kyau!"
Fine, Chicken Thighs Lady aside.
What I hated more was that wolf pup chiming in from her embrace.
Despite me being its rightful owner...
The moment we arrived at the Ser Family estate, it wagged its tail furiously and bolted straight to Chicken Thighs Lady—the naughty little traitor.
And as operating the Thousand-Handed Avalokitesvara grew more familiar...
Occasionally, the wolf pup's words would translate into my ears.
Just like now.
Master! You're working hard!
Grind!
I gnashed my teeth.
Still...
If I lifted my head just a bit, a heartwarming sight unfolded.
Not Chicken Thighs Lady's calves stretching below the log.
Originally, joy doubles when shared.
And training triples when done together.
- Hmm, how about some different training today?
- Ooh! As expected of Brother Geum! What kind of training?
- There's a very special one. Let's bring Yongtaek along too.
I shared with my training buddy Unhak the chance to receive guidance from a Peak Realm master.
- Uuugh... Don't wake me...
- Arise──.
Three make a tiger.
You need at least three to form a tiger, or even play mahjong.
Turning the always-sleeping-in-on-Friday-no-class Moyong Taek into a shadow soldier for kidnapping was inevitable.
I'd already messaged Chicken Thighs Lady via Murim Talk in advance, earnestly conveying how my friends desperately wanted to train external arts together, and got her permission.
The result?
"Guhhhh...! Geum... fucking... Sihyeon...!"
"Uuugh..."
My friends up ahead, faces wrapped in happy smiles.
Looks good.
Naturally, their logs had weight-training mountains loaded too.
"Hahaha! Rookies! Your strength's giving out! What's the point of all that grit leaking away?!"
The estate's sub-branch leader—or whatever—Chicken Thighs Lady's subordinate with an impressive gear-like build was Moyong Taek's weight.
"Oh my. If you sink a bit lower, you'll see a lady's privates~?"
The active courtesan who'd greeted us last class was Unhak's weight.
The perfect chance to glimpse the courtesan's privates if he relaxed...
Plus the stunning view of Chicken Thighs Lady's legs just by looking up...
Unhak's gaze stayed glued to the floor.
Eventually, he'll get used to women.
Who else cherishes friends like I do?
Honestly, even if all the universe's luck piled onto me, it wouldn't be strange.
"Guhhh..."
Moyong Taek barely lifted his still-trembling arms.
And punched Geum Sihyeon in the solar plexus.
"Kek. You're so weak."
But unlike himself on the verge of death...
Geum Sihyeon looked fine, despite training even harder.
The more he saw, the more astonishing his friend became.
Yesterday, he gifted a rare Mind-Image Sparring Device he'd "found on the way"...
Now, personally requesting the Seo instructor for this training opportunity...
Limited to external arts, sure.
But is getting posture guidance from a Peak Realm warrior commonplace?
Even his father... the family head barely cared for anyone outside direct kin.
This was fateful fortune too.
...Though the start, process, and end were utterly dogshit.
"Ahem, anyway... Are you guys heading straight back to the dorms?"
Geum Sihyeon suddenly tossed out a topic as they walked together.
"What scheme you got now?"
Calves still tingling...
Moyong Taek grumbled curtly.
"Nothing like that. Just thinking of going to see a peerless beauty that's hard to come by."
"I always want to serve Brother Geum as big brother. Can I bask in that honor?"
"Of course. You've earned it, Yongtaek."
As expected.
Geum Sihyeon was a true friend.
Yeah.
Not chasing skirts with that face would be an insult to women.
"I-I have class, so r-really sorry. Haha, haha."
Compared to that coward bum who can't even talk to girls despite looking fine...
Geum Sihyeon was a deity descended from heaven.
Wonder which courtesan he'd connected with this time.
Moyong Taek's expectations swelled.
Those expectations were betrayed in the worst way.
"Geum Sihyeon, you... son of a bitch...!"
That Geum bastard was the world's trashiest scum-sucking cur.
"Taek. I always told you to watch your words around outsiders."
That, that loathsome wench.
Pulling a stern, haughty act in front of others—look at her...!
Moyong Taek shed bloody tears.
Thus, he swung his sword for over an hour again with Geum Sihyeon.
"Yeah. Keep hard-working it like that, Taekdabi."
"Shut your... Aak!"
Crack!
Moyong Seol's wooden sword nailed Moyong Taek's crown.
"Taek. I told you to watch your mouth. Can't you hear your big sis... no, um, properly?"
"...You want me to track this person?"
Demon Brain suppressed his disbelief and desperately managed his expression.
Was this old man gunning for transcendence now having Qi Deviation again?
Why crawl out after holing up quietly and cause trouble?
"Yes. Didn't you say last time? If I know the ID or whatever, you can track them."
He had mentioned that at the regular meeting.
But.
The smartphone Sword Demon held showed only a nickname registered in the Mind-Image Sword Debate's friend-add system.
Unlike device certification numbers or IDs with value attached...
Pinpoint a person by a changeable nickname anytime?
Even the inventor of the smartphone relic would struggle.
If possible, they'd have identified and nabbed all the righteous faction trolls stirring shit in the Central Plains Martial World Gallery long ago.
[Official] Leader's panties today are black~
Boo... Mommy... Jerked off thinking of Leader cutie again today...
...And some cultists brazenly crossing lines toward the Leader of our sacred cult.
"You didn't lie to this seat, did you?"
At Sword Demon's words...
Demon Brain escaped the Leader's bosom filling his mind.
And cold sweat dripped down his back.
Sword Demon's eyes were slightly off.
As expected of the super-genius strategist with no equal in the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult...
Demon Brain's brain went full throttle!
"Hmmm... Of course not. First, it's probably Shaanxi side."
With fake internal energy swirling in his eyes...
Demon Brain launched a nonsense barrage.
Sword Demon's antics weren't new.
Best to spin plausible bullshit to make him give up.
If it was someone met inside Mind-Image Sword Debate showing interest in his sword...
If it was mature Demonic or Righteous sword styles...
Someone of Sword Demon's caliber would recognize them easily.
Thus.
High chance he met an unripe green apple talent.
How many places in the world have such talents?
"And... Xi'an, probably Hundred Flowers Academy."
Even if a few including the Young Leader visited for exchange now...
Current Hundred Flowers Academy was a dragon's pond tiger's den.
This mad old man who loves shredding people on a whim going there?
The Leader would never allow it.
On that conviction, Demon Brain wrapped up his nonsense.
"Oh ho! Indeed. That makes sense. Definitely not Nine Great Sects' sword. Nor Nangong or Moyong Family's."
Fortunately, Sword Demon nodded, convinced.
Demon Brain sighed inwardly.
Please just leave...
But.
Demon Brain overlooked something.
Madmen's actions are unpredictable.
And a madman obsessed has action beyond imagination.
Three days after Sword Demon's visit.
"...Wi Ji-ryang, that guy. Last seen before leaving the cult was you. You didn't egg him on, did you?"
"No, absolutely not!"
Demon Brain prostrated before the Leader, babbling to prove his innocence.
Sword Demon's quarters had only a dry note: 'Going to see my nephew's face.'
Who'd think he'd leave without even Leader's permission.
Demon Brain painfully realized his blunder, grinding his teeth.
Thus.
Sword Demon Wi Ji-ryang.
Re-enters the jianghu after ten years.
Straight-line distance from Tianshan to Xi'an.
About 2,648 km in Western units.
About 6,742 li in Central Plains units.