Chapter 243
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 243
Chapter Title: The Heavenly Demon Wants to Live Quietly (1)
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From Xi'an to Wuhuan was a full two thousand li.
Of course, converted to modern measurements, that's about 780 kilometers. If you rode a plump, well-fed wolf pup these days, you could cover it in a single day.
But Geum Sihyeon didn't feel like rushing this time.
There was still at least a month left on the deadline.
"Aigoo, come on. I told you not to slack off right in front of me, Sect Leader."
"Duuuh..."
"'Duuh'? What kind of nonsense is that? Focus on work."
After over a year of treating it like a mirage, he fiddled with Myo Narang's cooking pouch whenever he had a moment, finding peace of mind and body.
In terms of size alone, she could give Seo Dohee a run for her money.
But with her raw youth—untouched by bone refinement—offering that perfect softness, and her lower cultivation leading to more fat than muscle...
It boasted an overwhelming grip and supreme texture, making Geum Sihyeon's mind melt into a puddle in no time.
One hand slipped between her breasts for personal indulgence.
While the other scribbled away at paperwork.
"Duuaaah..."
He sensed the familiar aura of an old-timer.
His hand, heavy with regret, finally withdrew from Myo Narang's disheveled clothes.
And then.
"Up to your weird antics again, son-in-law?"
"You've arrived, Moyong Family Head."
The neighborhood outlaw and future father-in-law who ignored any women's rotation schedule.
Moyong Danha barged into Geum Sihyeon's office without a care, putting an end to the brief pleasure.
"You've got some luck, kid."
"Not as much as you, sir."
"Jealous? Then become the Supreme Family Head yourself."
"Aigoo, sir. Then I'd have way too much work."
"True. Narang-ie would suffer, so just play Sect Leader until you drop dead."
"..."
If you ranked the prospective daughters-in-law by popularity, excluding the eternal last-place Cheon Luri, Myo Narang was undisputed number one.
Her sweet personality made her great with the elders, always acting cute around them.
Her cooking skills could line up the head chefs and slap them silly.
Plus, with her authority over the Geumhyeon Sect's massive wealth, she spared no expense on premium ingredients and top-shelf liquor.
It was like how Weezing was the main wife in Pokémon.
Of course, Geum Sihyeon never skimped on food either, so he'd never questioned the spending.
Eating was serious business.
"I'll go prepare the drinks~"
At Chef Myo's declaration, saliva pooled at the corners of Moyong Danha's mouth.
After Myo Narang carefully closed the door behind her.
"What brings you all the way here without me calling, sir?"
"You're the one who ignored my Murim Talk."
"Oops. I muted it since I'm not a woman."
Moyong Danha's fist sliced through the air.
After a swift exchange befitting a Fusion Realm master.
"The Peng Family Head will arrive in Xi'an soon too."
"Huh? Why?"
"Didn't you get the message?"
Moyong Danha took a sip of the tea on Geum Sihyeon's desk, casual as ever.
"Anyone itching for a brawl with the unorthodox sects is gathering at the Murim Alliance. Can't miss a party like that."
"You're going to the Murim Alliance too, sir?"
"What, you think I came for fun?"
Geum Sihyeon almost nodded unwittingly but held back with superhuman restraint.
A true masterclass in social survival.
"You cheeky punk."
Crack!
"Ow!"
Moyong Danha feinted with overlapping punches and smashed the top of Geum Sihyeon's head with a hearty thwack.
"Anyway, if I were in Liaodong, maybe not, but I can't skip this. Been a while; I wanna see how far that sword-mad Nangong Heun has progressed."
"Ah, Nangong Family Head? He lost an arm."
"Hm?"
"He was enchanted by the Azure Heaven Society, so I neatly sliced it off in a star shape. Bet he's mastered the left-hand sword by now."
Moyong Danha stared at his son-in-law like he was a madman.
A soft smile played on the lunatic's lips.
"Enlightened in the meantime? Doesn't look like it."
No matter how you sliced it, his son-in-law hadn't broken through another wall to the unprecedented Profound Realm.
Geum Sihyeon silently drew his sword.
And enveloped it in the mindset of Form is Emptiness.
"Ha, what a maniac."
Moyong Danha let out a sigh.
He thought the thief had just stolen his daughter.
But this was like he'd stolen everything.
After enjoying dinner with Father-in-Law No. 2.
I immediately packed my bags and bolted from the Geumhyeon Sect.
Call it a runaway act.
If you're wondering why I'd abandon a cozy room and soft wives to hit the road early.
It's because the VIP escort list made my head spin.
Moyong Family Head, Tang Family Head.
No, the Peng Family Head could just head straight to Wuhuan, so why detour to Xi'an? No clue.
And apparently, a high chance he'd bring Nong Yuwol along.
I'm not some nursing home attendant.
Travel with that crew all the way to Xi'an?
And get roped into their group when there's still plenty of time?
The elders would surely meander along mountains, chasing clouds and winds, sightseeing everywhere.
Then they'd hit Mount Zhongnan, Mount Hua, Wudang, visiting every orthodox sect neighborhood like a mobile senior center.
That's how orthodox sect connections work.
So.
"The answer is a midnight escape."
I steeled myself with a solemn mutter.
Better to slip away alone now for peace of mind.
Too bad I couldn't take the wolf pup, busy playing with Dohee, but with my Fusion Realm-transcending Super Saiyan lightness skill, no pup needed.
So first.
Escape Xi'an.
I donned my favorite No. 0 outer robe, the Heavenly Silken Black Dragon Robe, and slipped out of the office.
Night had fallen deep.
By morning, no one would find me...
Well.
This time, I'd packed two spare smartphones, so no comms blackout.
So, if I just snuck out like this.
"Where to?"
"Gah!"
A wild Luri appeared.
Soul Moon Divine Eye... no, Heart Moon Void Image Art mastered to the extreme, plus our soul-binding ritual.
We could peer into each other at will.
And hide from each other briefly if needed.
Otherwise, every time I indulged, I'd see Luri sulking in the corner, stroking her modest chest and puffing her cheeks.
I'd seen it a few times, got royally chewed out the next day, so now I blocked consciously.
"Again. Bad thoughts."
"Just stating facts. What're you doing up? Go to bed early or you won't grow."
"Luri will get bigger."
This vixen dares refer to herself in third person?
I wanted to pounce right then, but couldn't at this critical juncture.
Instead, I hoisted her up to prevent interference with my escape, fiddling with her pouty lips.
"Escape, reported."
For times like this, ever since returning to Geumhyeon Sect, I'd kept a forbidden elixir sealed in my robe.
I shoved a Geum Sihyeon homemade Tanghwa candy into Luri's mouth.
"Mmph. Nooo."
Even mumbling, she had her say, the little Luka-Cola terrorist.
Refusing negotiations, terrorist style.
"This husband has a crucial mission to attend the Murim Alliance, so I must step out briefly."
If she wailed, it'd be trouble, so I cradled her and tiptoed out of the sect, coaxing gently.
"Take me."
But minimal effect...
I sighed and peered deep into Luri's eyes.
No idea how it got this far, but gazing into the depths beyond her affectionate surface.
Profound loneliness too hard to bear alone.
Anxiety from her unstable body.
...Fear of losing me forever.
Viscous emotions swirled, beyond words.
Likewise, staring into my eyes, Luri smiled faintly and nipped my lip.
And.
"Want to be together."
In a soft but clear voice.
She stated her will plainly.
I sighed and stroked Luri.
No helping it.
"Fine, together it is."
During our months apart.
This little lady had fallen deep for autumn, it seemed.
From the dorm vibes...
The other wives seemed okay with it.
"Can't take the wolf pup. You good?"
"Carry me."
"Such a hassle."
"Eek."
Feeling her streamlined form cling perfectly to my back.
I shed all air resistance and gradually accelerated toward Xi'an's outskirts.
Still.
Felt like the journey wouldn't be boring.