The Sex Emperor's Advice and the Vajra Sex Divine Art
Jeonghu sat in his chair and carefully turned the first page. With a dry rustling sound, the brittle paper flipped over.
Do you, reader, understand color? Do you truly know women?
I am one who knows color, knows women, and pursues paradise. I am called Gu Yuseong, the Sex Emperor.
Jeonghu’s expression grew noticeably more serious as he read on.
“Emperor… huh.”
He wasn’t sure yet, but if that title was genuine, this book had to be at least five hundred years old. It came from an era before the Non-Aggression Pact between the Murim and the government had even existed. These days the title of King stood at the pinnacle, but back then there had been an even higher title—Emperor.
It was the most powerful period since the founding of the Central Plains. People called it the golden age of Murim. Rare spiritual herbs could be found simply by climbing rugged mountains. Treasures now spoken of only in legends, such as ten-thousand-year snow ginseng and solidified spiritual oil, had once grown in abundance.
Because of that, internal energy was measured in cycles of sixty years. One cycle equaled sixty years of cultivation. Since a single spiritual herb could grant more qi than a lifetime of training, people began classifying strength by how many cycles one possessed.
The martial artists of that time feared nothing. The Ten Great Masters alone wielded more than three cycles of internal energy and could whip the air with sword qi. Imagine what the rest were like.
Even minor clans embroidered dragons on their uniforms—dragons that only the emperor was supposed to wear. One could only guess how the emperor felt seeing that. His supreme authority had been dragged through the mud.
The problem was that the emperor at the time happened to be the most ferocious and reckless of all the dragon sons in history: the Mad Martial Emperor.
As the number of sects and martial artists grew day by day, the Mad Martial Emperor saw them all as threats. He declared war on the Murim.
Thus began the Martial-Official War, known in history as the most foolish conflict ever waged. The enemy lay beyond the northern borders, yet here he was turning his blade against his own people—people who possessed the very power that could have strengthened the nation in times of crisis. It was no different from carving away at his own flesh.
The Three Sovereigns of the Righteous Path, the Ten Great Masters, the Three Fiends of the Demonic Path, the Ten Evils of the Demonic Path—there was no distinction between righteous, demonic, or unorthodox at that moment. Thirty supreme experts marched on the Forbidden City together.
It was a clash between political power and raw martial might. The blood that flowed was as tragic as it was gruesome. The nation’s strength crumbled. The true enemy, the Japanese invaders, did not miss the opportunity. They crossed the sea and the mountains, pouring into the Central Plains.
Only then did the warring factions realize their infighting had brought the country to the brink of destruction. They set aside their grudges and united—government, righteous, unorthodox, and demonic—for the first and last time. With a single purpose, they drove out the barbarians.
And they made a vow: as long as foreign nations continued to eye their land with greed, they would never fight among themselves again. They would respect one another and never interfere. That agreement became the Non-Aggression Pact between the government and the Murim.
From that day forward, the Murim erased the dragons from their uniforms out of respect for the emperor and abandoned the title of Emperor. In return, the government promised never to meddle in Murim affairs.
It was around that time that even the Hwangbo Clan—whose symbol had once been the Yellow Dragon, supreme among dragons—removed the golden dragon from their backs and changed their uniforms to plain yellow.
Yet the Mad Martial Emperor still felt uneasy. Twenty thousand soldiers had surrounded the Forbidden City, yet thirty martial artists had still broken through. He could not forget that moment. For the first time in his life, the emperor had known fear.
Perhaps if the Japanese had not invaded at that exact moment…
To suppress the power of the Murim, he sent soldiers, ginseng hunters, and woodcutters across the land with orders to collect every famous spiritual herb. Ten years. Twenty years. A hundred years. The hidden treasures of the mountains flowed into the imperial vaults. The imperial experts grew as strong as any master of Murim. And in time… the spiritual herbs went extinct.
No longer could anyone swallow a high-grade herb and instantly gain more than one cycle of qi. The term “cycle” itself disappeared. The era of becoming strong solely through proper cultivation had begun.
Rustle.
Jeonghu, lost in thought, moved his hand and turned to the next page.
Disciple, do you know what a woman’s fountain is? That gushing stream that only appears when she reaches climax?
Would you believe it is possible to make her release that fountain without penetration, purely by intent?
There is a place in a woman where all her sensations of pleasure gather. I call this sexual sensitivity, and the areas where it is concentrated I call erogenous zones.
Some women have them on the nape of the neck. Others beneath the armpits. But these zones become more developed the closer they are to the end of a woman’s body. The tips of the breasts. The little bean above her secret place.
I began to wonder—does a woman not feel climax during insertion? Then surely there must be a place of concentrated sexual sensitivity inside her tunnel as well?
After a long time, I finally found it.
Insert your middle and ring fingers together about one and a half to two finger joints deep, then curl upward. You will feel a subtly hidden, slightly bumpy node.
If you bend your fingers and stimulate it, a woman will reach climax and release her fountain without any penetration at all.
I named that spot the Paradise Node.
“Hoo… Is this real?”
Jeonghu’s eyes sparkled. The ability to intentionally make a woman squirt without even having sex? He had never heard of such a thing. It sounded absurd, yet… if it was true, this alone was worthy of being called a secret manual.
The pages that followed were filled with sexual knowledge and insights that no ordinary person would ever know.
Flip.
Around the middle of the book, the tone of the writing changed.
Having passed the age of ninety and sensing the end of my life approaching, I recorded all my insights into this secret book.
I then visited the Maoshan Sect and placed a spell upon it—so that anyone with less desire than I possess would feel no urge to open it.
Therefore, if you are reading this book, you must be someone whose lust for women is equal to or greater than mine. Your sexual desire must burn hotter, your cravings must overflow.
You are fully qualified to become the successor of the Sex Emperor.
Thus, I leave everything I have to you.
Jeonghu had thought finding and opening the Saekhwang-bijeon had been pure coincidence. It turned out it wasn’t coincidence at all.
Flip.
The next pages contained the Sex Emperor’s life story.
Gu Yuseong had been the second son of the Gu Clan. Although he possessed outstanding martial talent, he had never felt any particular interest in growing stronger. That day, his older brother had dragged him to training once again.
Afterward, while heading to the bathhouse in the inner courtyard to wash, he heard strange sounds coming from the storage shed. There was a sharp slapping noise, like someone being struck, and a woman’s muffled groans.
Worried, he approached the shed and peered through the gap in the door, ready to rush in and stop it if someone was truly being beaten.
‘……!’
What he saw made his eyes bulge like lanterns.
“Haaang! Aang…! Fuck me harder…!”
A male servant and a female servant were tangled together, her top thrown open and her pants pulled down. Every time the man thrust into her from behind, a wet slapping sound rang out and desperate, sweet moans spilled from the woman’s lips.
He couldn’t look away. He was entranced.
That was the moment the boy Gu Yuseong first awakened to color. It was also the day the desires hidden beneath his martial talent fully bloomed.
After that day, whenever he saw her, his lower body would swell heavily. Eventually he seduced the maid and consummated their relationship.
Pleasure. A whole new world. He had realized the path he was meant to walk.
Having slept with every woman in his clan, Gu Yuseong left home and wandered the world. During his travels he discovered an ancient hidden cave.
Flip.
He turned to the next page.
What I value most is the body.
A man’s sexual desire peaks in his youth and gradually declines. A woman’s desire, however, rises and ripens as she matures with age. Thus, the yin and yang of man and woman are naturally at odds.
It is a truly sorrowful thing.
However, this likely does not apply to the successor reading this book. It did not apply to me either.
I later learned that I was born with the Supreme Yang Physique. Boiling yang energy. That is why my desire never faded.
The one reading this book is probably similar—someone with a special constitution where desire lies dormant. Even so, no matter how strong your lust, you must never neglect a weakening body.
If the body cannot keep up with desire… if we ever reach that point… then that burning lust becomes nothing but a curse.
What we need is an indestructible, powerful body that never withers. Remember this well.
In the hidden cave I discovered by chance, I obtained a secret manual for training the body. I practiced it not to become stronger, but to build a body worthy of my desires. Even so, I still earned the title of Sex Emperor.
It is a peerless secret art regarding the body, one that would be nearly impossible to find again in this age.
Thanks to it, even after passing eighty years of age I could still engage in sexual intercourse without difficulty.
It is truly a shame that I never achieved Banro-hwandong…
Therefore, successor, do not stop training. As long as desire exists… you must maintain the strength of your body for your entire life.
“Hmm…”
Jeonghu’s eyes shone with serious light. The advice came from a senior who had walked a similar path. It struck a deep chord.
After undergoing Hwangol-taltae, he had never really trained seriously. Perhaps because he had reached the eleventh stage of Patcheon-shingong, he had lost the drive to become stronger. Or maybe it was because he had already reached the peak.
He had only circulated his energy briefly now and then to check his condition. But according to this, the Sex Emperor had never stopped training his body his entire life—not to grow stronger, but to support his overwhelming desires.
Right now Jeonghu possessed the body of his prime, but how long would that last? He would almost certainly outlive his children. The predecessor was right. He needed to keep his body in peak condition until the moment of his death.
He had been too complacent, relying only on his current state.
Flip.
When he turned to the next page, the Vajra Sex Divine Art—the true martial art Gu Yuseong had obtained from the hidden cave—was written there.