Chapter 69
Chapter 69
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 69
Chapter Title: Apology
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-Kwaaang!
"Die...!! Dieee!!!"
Soyeon was revealing emotions far darker than before.
Twisted love meant the shock when it wavered was all the greater.
The fact that I'd shared intimacy with that child seemed to have been a tremendous blow to her.
"No... no..."
She was so unstable she was tearing at her own hair.
It was proof that I held the upper hand in this war of words.
If someone said it was too much, then educating a disciple was simply a master's duty,
and it was she who'd first wounded my pride as a woman.
Of course, it wasn't retaliation laced with personal grudge—it was righteous discipline to correct Soyeon's foul mouth. Did I want to see her suffering? No.
Though my momentarily bruised pride felt restored, I didn't truly wish to see Soyeon in pain either.
'Did I go too far?'
Upon reflection, maybe the discipline had been excessive.
In the past, it might've been fine, but in her current mentally fragile state, I should've been more careful with my words and actions...
'How could I just let a disciple who calls her master an old hag get away with it?'
Soyeon had been gravely at fault too.
Even facts needed to be phrased with discretion.
And no matter my actual age, my body had achieved a half-immortal state—physically no different from a young woman.
A daoist's mental cultivation didn't mean silently enduring insults from a disciple raised like my own child.
And while it might sound like an excuse now, I hadn't spoken carelessly.
-Kwaaaang!
I dodged Soyeon's swinging sword by a single step.
Provoking an already unstable foe made guiding their attacks a simple matter.
I lured her strikes toward me while ensuring the building behind didn't collapse, minimizing damage as much as possible.
Subduing her by force wouldn't be hard, but in this situation, pinning her down myself could trigger unpredictable outbursts.
Even with one arm gone, she charged so ferociously—full restraint might require severing the remaining one.
I wanted to calm her, talk things out, correct her wrongs if possible, and return to how things were. I didn't want that.
Besides, revived by the Blood Cult's sinister sorcery, who knew what tricks lurked in her body? Waiting for her strength to ebb until she collapsed on her own was safest.
If her warped affection exploded beyond shattering her dantian and targeted my life...
...I prayed it wouldn't come to that.
-Kwaaaang!!
"...Assistant Manager. All the customers gone?"
"They probably escaped on their own."
"The staff?"
"We're hiding here with the manager—what're you keep asking for? Feeling your managerial responsibility now?"
"..."
No, because I had a feeling I'd cause trouble today.
I barely swallowed those words rising to my throat.
Her mind already broken, she had no attachment to life or this tavern.
Honestly, even if I died for real, just once—just one taste of him, and I'd die content.
I could even understand why those two women were wrecking someone else's place.
If I had the power, I'd jump in too.
'But those two will be the end of it, right?'
Now that I thought about it, I wondered.
Were those two really the only ones?
Petite or not, her scent marked her as an adult—and over twenty years twisted into this from just those two?
Her fragrance and voice alone drove people mad; unlikely.
Someone must've spotted her value young and staked a claim early,
and plenty more like me, simply captivated.
'He was a virgin until her? That's probably bullshit too.'
From their exchange, they'd met recently—yet stayed chaste until then?
Possible?
With that body?
Unless locked away and raised in isolation, impossible.
Even if he never roughed it up himself, any smitten woman pouncing would've left him helpless beneath her, flailing away—how'd he stay pure?
'Could be a total man-whore.'
Just suspicion, no proof—it'd stay that way.
If he was insanely lucky, maybe he stayed pure.
I hadn't sucked his dick myself—how would I know?
-Slurp
'Asking'd tell me.'
Glancing at the ongoing swordfight, I pondered how to pluck just the man out.
An hour's delay would be perfect.
'Warp gate...'
Grab him alone, activate the magic circle quick, and bail?
Smash the exit gate immediately after; tracking'd be tough.
One issue, though—
-Kagagagang!!!
'Yeah. Impossible.'
Slip through that gap, snatch him briefly, activate the gate?
No opening.
And approaching would draw all attacks my way—defensive spells or not, I'd last seconds.
'Wait.'
Another way occurred.
Not me fleeing—send them flying.
Tweak the gate entrance; fling just those two elsewhere—not impossible.
Tricky, but far likelier than breaching that melee.
'Mess with arrival coordinates entirely?'
Exit gates stabilized landing spots; scramble them, dump 'em somewhere weird.
Like a deep mountain a thousand li from civilization.
"Assistant Manager. Gonna tweak the warp gate—help me."
"Trying to escape now...?"
"Nah, fling those women away."
I explained my plan to the assistant manager, omitting my designs on the man.
"...Possible. No gates in the Central Plains originally—no precautions."
"Right? I'll handle coordinates; you take the rest."
"Sure... quicker means less repair bill..."
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.
.
Midway through modding the magic circle with the assistant manager, the sword clashes faded. Glancing over, the red-eyed woman looked utterly spent.
'Come to think of it, she's kin to my faction.'
What idiot couldn't manage their retainers properly? I grumbled inwardly.
My role was funding and intel, not troops.
No interest in theirs.
As I refocused, another woman's voice rang out—the one dominating throughout, who'd entered with the man.
Intel said she was the other's master.
"You seem exhausted now. Why not stop? You know further fighting's pointless, Soyeon."
And hearing her, I thought:
'Wow, now she says that.'
After thoroughly humiliating her, now call it quits.
That woman was no ordinary lunatic.
"Stop... you say?"
"I don't want to hurt you further."
"Ha... ha..."
Ridiculous words.
If I'd foreseen learning this truth upon revival, better to have stayed dead.
Never imagined Yuseong and Master doing that.
-Wobble
Hard to stay upright.
All my emotion-fueled strikes at Master left her unscathed.
At best, her clothes singed by qi overflow.
Even my few grazes didn't dent her protective aura.
'Damn...'
New qi or not, the gulf remained vast.
'Why revive me then...'
I'd lived solely to reclaim Yuseong, but he was already in unreachable hands.
"...I want to touch Yuseong."
Wrestling my sticky lips, I barely spat it out.
"...Not to repeat the past..."
"Not that. Just... apologize."
I'd heard it all.
Me shattering his dantian had ironically led to intimacy with Master.
Fact so infuriating I wanted to claw my scalp—but what happened, happened.
'Still... he'll remember me...'
Even bitterly, if Yuseong remembered me forever, that'd be joy enough.
Yes. Calm down.
Opportunities abound ahead.
Master struck first, but patience would yield mine.
Yuseong awakened to lust now; other women might intrigue him.
-Grind
A hundred—no, thousand concessions, I'd endure Master.
Her youthful looks aside, age gap like grandma-grandson. Body fine, but not for heart-sharing.
But me?
Age gap negligible, excluding my dead years. Yuseong's a full adult now.
Unlike Master, rigid with values, I'd do anything he desired.
Lick his feet, his secret spots.
Bark if told, crawl if commanded.
If that's the path to claim Yuseong, anything goes.
First, mend old wounds with him—top priority.
"...Very well."
With Master's permission, I approached the collapsed Yuseong.
"Yuseong-ah..."
"Eek...!"
-Tremble tremble
Reeking of booze, Yuseong curled up, clutching his head.
Suppressing the urge to strip that huge cloak and mount him, I knelt before him.
"Yuseong-ah... it's sis... Han Soyeon... remember sis...? Sorry for everything..."
Not fully calm, but sincere apology nonetheless.
Did I have to shatter his dantian? Regret lingered.
Wanted him to remember? Other ways existed.
How much he'd suffered...
"Sis... lost her mind briefly... hurt you so badly... sis is so sorry..."
Thinking of his ordeals brought tears blurring my sight.
The fog in my head lifted bit by bit.
Yes. Fresh start today.
Apologize fully, grant his every wish.
That way...
"...Who the hell're you...?"
......
-Crack
"Yuseong-ah...?"
Just now,
I swore I heard the unthinkable.