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The Two Flowers of Blue and Red.

Im Mi-ryeong and Im Min — the byname by which Hubei hailed its two beautiful swordswomen.

Among beauties, it is only natural that when one is lovely, the other should look plain beside her; yet the Two Flowers of Blue and Red set each other off, each beauty shining the brighter for her rival. And so the martial artists of the Murim who set their sights on the pair of lovely swordswomen grew more numerous by the day.

Saekma was no exception.

Im Mi-ryeong had no idea Saekma was lying in wait for his chance. That she, fallen alone from her companion's side, would be carried off was only a matter of time.

Saekma wore a lecherous, eye-crinkling smirk as he savored the sight of the bound Im Mi-ryeong glaring up at him in fury.

"Gahhh!!! Even from you, Author Hopil — th-this is unforgivable! How could you! How dare you hand Dang Jeong's woman over to Saekma! It shall not be!"

The hand with which Scholar Hwang gripped his book trembled violently. Dang Jeong's lawful wife was Du Eung-hyang — but Scholar Hwang was not a man who believed Dang Jeong's wives must number but one.

He had already been agonizing in his heart over whether Dang Jeong's second should be the Greatest Beauty of Sichuan or one of the Two Flowers of Blue and Red — and now she stood in peril of being ravished by Saekma?

If the next page were to open upon the very scene he dreaded, Scholar Hwang resolved, he would resort to every means available to send a letter of protest to Author Hopil.

"Hooooooh. A mercy!"

Scholar Hwang let out a deep sigh of relief. At the moment of crisis, Im Mi-ryeong had fortunately been rescued by Dang Jeong, who had come chasing after her.

Dang Jeong had not saved Im Mi-ryeong unscathed. He had thrown his body into that desperate moment to save her — only for Saekma's poison to take hold of Dang Jeong himself.

"As expected of Dang Jeong! Is this not what a true chivalrous hero means — a man such as he! The resolve to cast his life away like a worn straw sandal rather than abandon chivalry! But how is he to surmount this predicament?!"

Scholar Hwang could not tear his eyes from Dang Jeong's peril.

Fortunately, the crisis was broken by Im Min and the other warriors who arrived belatedly in pursuit.

Certain he had seen the last of that tiresome entanglement, Saekma vanished — promising himself a next time with the Two Flowers of Blue and Red.

Dang Jeong's condition, poisoned by the aphrodisiac, was grave.

"No antidote, and merely embracing a woman will serve no longer. What in the world is he to do? No — wait. Could it be?"

There was, in the end, only one way to cure the aphrodisiac's poison. And at Dang Jeong's side, at this very moment, stood two women. Burning with anticipation, Scholar Hwang turned the page.

Im Mi-ryeong and Im Min — which of them would share Dang Jeong's bed? The two stood locked in a tense standoff.

"Dang Jeong, you sinful wretch! A woman's chastity, more precious to her than life itself! And two woman warriors at odds over offering their first time to one and the same man!!!"

A scene in which women vied with one another to offer the thing most precious to a woman unto the protagonist. Scholar Hwang could not help the smile that stole onto his lips before he knew it.

Settle it in a duel. Im Mi-ryeong's logic was simple.

That the two women were cousins and martial sisters did not mean theirs was a bond of ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠unbroken harmony.

Each beauty possessed strengths the other lacked — and without either quite realizing it, this had bred inferiority and jealousy between them.

Only once they came to stand opposed over a single man did they finally spit out the feelings they had harbored toward each other.

"Martial sisters as close as kin, quarreling over a single man!! How does Author Hopil even conceive of such things! Truly, truly!! It is maddeningly entertaining!!!"

The battle between the two women was ferocious. At first they fought like cats, striking and grappling with bare hands, seeking only to subdue — but once the struggle deadlocked, it soon reached the very brink of drawn weapons.

At this rate, they might yet spill each other's blood — all for the sake of offering their chastity to one man.

In the end, it was Dang Jeong — who had barely managed to rise — who stopped their fight.

Dang Jeong, gasping for breath, cried that he would rather die himself.

The man they loved stood at death's door — and with him crying out that he would sooner die, any further fighting was meaningless.

The two women at last made their decision.

The blue flower and the red flower had made themselves ready to be broken beautifully, for the Dang Jeong they loved.

After long deliberation, Dang Jeong, blindfolded, clutched a flower in each hand.

The cure and the deflowering began in pain; pain turned to passion, passion to pleasure, and pleasure, at the last, to reconciliation and love.

Dang Jeong, turned beast by the aphrodisiac, could not contain himself amid that field of flowers.

"Ahem — to think they would receive him so utterly, without reserve — this Dang Jeong, rendered thoughtless and rough by the aphrodisiac. Now then, where was I... my tissue...?"

Scholar Hwang, too, could not contain himself.

Perhaps it was because he had been poisoned by the very toxin Saekma had brewed with his own hands to destroy his nemesis. The deed was done and the poison neutralized — yet for some reason, Dang Jeong did not recover his senses for several days.

So that no more victims might fall, the Two Flowers of Blue and Red set off after Saekma, just the two of them.

Blissfully unaware that what Saekma feared was Dang Jeong — not two swordswomen so newly come into the Jianghu.

Smacking his lips at the two swordswomen pursuing him, Saekma shouted.

An enraged Saekma was terrifyingly strong. The Two Flowers met him with all they had — but even their combined sword art was no match for a fiend who had slain countless martial artists and ravished countless women.

The two swordswomen gave their all for love — but before the wrath of a fiend robbed of every woman he had coveted by Dang Jeong, they were hopelessly outmatched.

"It cannot be! I cannot watch the women who gave their first time to Dang Jeong fall before Saekma!"

At this rate, the Two Flowers of Blue and Red would be ravished by Saekma. A hopeless situation. His heart tight, Scholar Hwang swallowed hard and turned the page.

And a single flying ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠dagger came hurtling at Saekma.

The instant he batted it aside, a second dagger punched through Saekma's shoulder.

"As expected — a true chivalrous hero appears at his woman's hour of peril!"

Unable to contain his excitement, Scholar Hwang seized Volume 3 of Dangga Pungun and shook it.

The Poison Killing Domain could be thwarted by simply keeping one's distance.

Saekma widened the gap, calmly preparing to throttle the life from Dang Jeong. But this time was different.

The moment Dang Jeong took a single step, the aura of death drew near.

Dang Jeong laughed in triumph at Saekma.

Saekma had used a specially compounded aphrodisiac to poison Dang Jeong, who had mastered the poison arts.

Circulating the tremendous yang energy the aphrodisiac had spawned together with the two women's yin energy, Dang Jeong had raised his realm.

"Bedding the two women raised his cultivation! Saekma has dug his own grave!"

To grow stronger through his enemy's own trap! Scholar Hwang cheered aloud.

Dang Jeong strode toward the slack-jawed Saekma with a victor's steps.

Like the fangs of a venomous spider that kills even the mightiest foe with a single bite, Dang Jeong raised one hand and opened his mouth.

Scholar Hwang could already see, perfectly, the line Dang Jeong was about to roar.

The line that set the members of the Tea Book Club — the devoted readers of Dangga Pungun — ablaze with fervor.

"Welcome! To my Poison! Killing! Domain!"

"Welcome! To my Poison Killing Domain! Waaaargh!"

"Haha. It seems my young brother has his eyes on the very same page."

Hearing his younger brother's voice from beyond the room, Scholar Hwang smiled quietly.

This time, at last, it would end. Dang Jeong drove Saekma to the very brink. Would Saekma's villainy meet its end this day?

At the very moment Dang Jeong moved to sever Saekma's life-thread—

Black energy erupted from Saekma's body.

Wounds and all, Saekma vanished — casting one last look at the nemesis he had finally acknowledged.

Saekma had ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠fled — but Dang Jeong had a confession to make to the two women.

Dang Jeong knelt before the two women. He had taken their first times. Yet he already had two beloveds of his own. Confessing as much, he could not lift his head for shame.

Seeing him thus, the two women were struck dumb. If he had a beloved, they might have to give him up. And yet something about his words was strange.

Not a woman — women.

"Just so! From time immemorial, a hero has needed the support of many women behind him!"

It was a world where a man of ability kept many wives. Some men, capable as they were, remained devoted to a single woman out of love — but since when was Dang Jeong a man whose story would end with only one?

Under the two women's relentless offensive, Dang Jeong at last surrendered.

And so the three became lovers — and once more, in bed, they shared their reconciliation and love.

"Ahem. To think there would be another scene of shared bedding. Author Hopil is a most considerate man."

So absorbed did Scholar Hwang become that he loosened the sash at his waist as he read — for the two women's combined arts excelled not only in the sword, but in the bedchamber as well.

"Again! Again! Why must that Dang Jeong part from every woman he meets!"

He understood the circumstances — but oh, how it ached. Why not set aside the pursuit of Saekma for a time and wait for the Two Flowers of Blue and Red to recover? What harm could possibly come of it?

Of course, had he done so, Dangga Pungun would have ended at Volume 1 — and there would never have been a meeting with Du Eung-hyang, Scholar Hwang's favorite of all.

Dang Jeong's unbending devotion to chivalry was part of his charm — but it left Scholar Hwang endlessly wistful.

In the end, Scholar Hwang set his regret aside and turned to the next page.

"A preview of the next volume?"

Reading the next-volume preview, parched by a thirst that no amount of drinking could slake, Scholar Hwang could only cry out the same words as ever.

"Neeeext vooolume!"