Chapter 407

청 doesn’t stop those who come and doesn’t hold back those who leave.

Even back when Choi Riyong with dementia thought of Qing as his daughter, he surely didn’t have the attitude of letting his deceased daughter’s stand-in be put on her lap by Grandpa.

So, it’s true that having Son Representative Ho as a mother is actually a safer option compared to Choi Riyong.

At least a Supreme Being is asking Qing to be his mom directly rather than looking for someone else’s substitute.

Of course, the physiological repulsion is unavoidable.

If only Son Representative Ho had been Daughter Representative Ho, maybe there wouldn’t have been such a strong reluctance.

You could say they’re both children, but honestly, having a son and having a daughter feels completely different.

Lady. If it weren’t for Hyun-gyeong, I’d have refused by force, using methods like nuclear strikes.

It is said that national power lies in the military.

Since I’m weak, I’m forced to take an adopted son. What a sad fate…

Anyway, they asked to name me.

Luckily, there’s already a surname.

The Heavenly Demon Sect’s lineage has used the Yeom (炎) surname for generations, so it seems the heavenly demon residing inside me used to be a Yeom.

But how should I come up with a name?

Is there anyone in the Central Plain who names for a fee?

But isn’t it a bit unreasonable to charge for a name?

If they’ve been delegated the right to name, shouldn’t they actually pay me instead?

Qing’s mind wandered freely since it wasn’t a matter of killing bad guys.

It was the usual Qing.

While I was thinking about that, the relentless urging came flying in.

“Mother, when will my name come out?”

“Can you wait a little longer? I can’t just name it however. Otherwise, you might end up with a name like Gab-dol or Gab-soon.”

“I don’t mind however you name me! As long as it’s a name given by you, mother.”

“Oh really? How about Byeonghal?”

“Byeonghal? What does that mean?”

“Since it’s Yeom’s name, Byeongbyeonghal.”

“…How much longer do I have to wait?”

It seemed “Byeonghal” wasn’t included in the “however” or “whatever.”

Qing chuckled in response.

“Okay, could you stop asking three times every hour?”

For reference, an hour in Qing’s hometown means fifteen minutes, so asking three times in an hour means singing, “What’s my name? What’s my name?” every five minutes.

“Just wait a few days.”

“I’ve been waiting for fifty years for my name, and now you want me to wait longer? Isn’t that too cruel?”

“Hmph. If you’ve waited fifty years, you sure can wait longer.”

“…? Mom? Is that right?”

“Ugh, didn’t I tell you not to call me that?”

“How can you prevent me from calling my mother? How can there be such cruelty under heaven? Is this okay? Mother?”

“Yeah, I’m disqualified as a mom, you brat. Why don’t you find a mom who’ll let you call her mom and go?”

“Everyone has flaws. Even if my mother is somewhat cruel and seriously weak, she’s still my mother, so there’s nothing I can do about it. Hyun-gyeong’s son has to endure it.”

“Ugh.”

Qing swallowed his anger.

How could this supreme supreme being have to hear that she’s weak? Especially from some fool who couldn’t do anything until their eyes popped out!

What a humiliation!

So dirty—should I bash Hyun-gyeong? For real.

But how should I bash Hyun-gyeong…?

—

After a long time, receiving service from Uncle felt so comfortable and nice.

Without lifting a finger, I automatically arrived in the bathroom, and my clothes got taken off while the Xiangzhao (soap) foam wrapped around me.

The slippery and thorough soap washing from Uncle was quite relaxing, and um, it felt a bit naughty and ticklish—a bit hard to explain how good it was…

Then, plunging into the hot spring, this truly is paradise.

“Is the temperature okay? Should I add more fire?”

“No. It’s perfect right now. Mmm.”

Then suddenly, the number above Uncle’s head kept bothering me.

Earlier, I had forgotten about it in the excitement of hearing “mother.”

Qing’s eyes wandered, unsure of what to grab.

No, why bother counting numbers like that?

Better to stare at Uncle’s chest.

Hehe, Uncle’s chest is super big. Must be heavy, right? Of course. They say looking at a nice chest extends your lifespan, right? So I should look at the chest. Looking at the chest will give me longevity.

Just as Qing was busy picking up those thoughts after a long time…

“Uncle? What’s up? Do you want to touch my chest?”

“Whoa. You just slipped that in out of nowhere.”

“No. You were staring at it.”

“If it’s okay, can I just a little…”

“Sure. Here.”

Gyeon Pohee rested her solar plexus on the edge of the hot spring.

Thanks to that, the hefty lump over her solar plexus pressed in without hesitation.

What a generous offer to be allowed to just squish it!

“Whoa.”

Qing couldn’t help but gasp.

Swallowing hard.

The effect of the chest was tremendous!

The anxiety about past misdeeds that had been poking at the corner of his heart was gone, all washed away by that fluffy sensation.

“Gah, Uncle, that tickles.”

Gyeon Pohee’s giggles echoed through the misty steam of the hot tub.

However, instead of the shameful feelings of karma that I didn’t want to think about, a certain unclean desire unexpectedly began to rise, coloring Qing’s gaze.

Right. I meant to ask Uncle something.

“Ah. Uncle. By the way.”

“Yeah?”

“About your martial arts… when you use it, doesn’t the opponent feel good too? What kind of skill is that? Or is it some martial arts type?”

“Hmm, it’s not really about making them feel good; it’s more like putting pressure on them. When pleasure peaks, anyone can reach a state of selflessness for a moment, you know? Ah, selflessness is a state where I say there’s no ‘me’—”

“I’m a Daoist, so I know what selflessness is. That’s why there’s Yin-Yang in primitive Daoism, right? It’s the moment when you let go of yourself and connect with nature.”

“Yup! You’re so smart! When you hit that selfless state, even the primordial energy loses its master and becomes defenseless, so taking out the primordial energy then… Oh, primordial energy is similar to innate true energy.”

“I’m a Daoist, so I know what primordial energy is. Cut the useless family name stuff.”

The primordial energy is the core of innate true energy, equivalent to the heart of the body’s Qi meridian.

Just like the heart pumps blood throughout the body, primordial energy is the central point responsible for holding true energy in place.

Since primordial energy is located in the dantian, innate true energy is there too, and using the property of primordial energy, I perform various breathing methods to gather natural Qi and form my dantian.

Thus, if you pull out primordial energy, all the Qi from your dantian, including innate true energy, gets yanked out.

What happens if innate true energy is lost? Of course, you die.

Seeing Uncle casually talk about pulling out primordial energy makes me wonder if she’s not quite right in the head.

Should I say she doesn’t differentiate between good and bad, or should I call her pure?

I don’t know if she can’t differentiate or just doesn’t want to.

“So in Hwanhui Palace, they stimulate you to reach that selfless state quickly, deeply, and significantly.”

“Yeah. Exactly. That’s martial arts, right? Can you teach me the secret technique?”

“I can tell you, but there are some side effects, are you okay with that?”

“Side effects? What are they?”

“Your senses become dull. It seems like you can’t reach that selfless state before the opponent does.”

“Really? That’s even better. Let’s do it now.”

“Yup! Should I call it right now?”

There was no hesitation in her answer.

In response, Qing grinned wickedly.

Uncle said she was going to wash up.

Qing lay on the bed, letting her hair spread out.

With long hair, drying it takes forever.

In that state, Qing opened the Martial Arts Inventory.

Hwanhui Yoyo Gong. Red border.

Having heard the complete secret technique, she was now in a temporary registration state.

Investing training points to learn it, she halted, suddenly recalling the awkwardness of warming up her brain after a long time.

Hmm. It feels super disgusting to be warming up my brain after such a long time.

Taking a deep breath, Qing mentally prepared herself, when suddenly a question popped up.

Being called the gentle name of Chaeyin-yang Gong.

Commonly known as Fangzhongshu,

it’s essentially a technique that consumes primordial energy.

But why am I even trying to learn this?

Ah. It makes your senses dull.

However, thanks to that, after a long time opening the Martial Arts Inventory, I found that the benefits of the Young Girl Hwanhui Gong are close to reaching maximum level!

The timing was just perfect.

When it reaches Twelve Stars, the effect weight of the martial art grows massively.

This Young Girl Hwanhui Gong grows automatically with training, but if I happened to reach max level during a fight, that would be quite a terrible situation.

So, Hwanhui Yoyo Gong, cost-effective level six.

And once again, the feeling of my brain getting tangled.

While Qing was in bed, squinting and fidgeting, she suddenly regained her focus.

The Martial Arts Inventory was still open.

Having gained a huge reward from the Green Forest recently or maybe because she solved a bunch of minor tasks while being blind, she’s built up quite the training points.

Should I sign off for a max level?

Just to be safe, I’ll leave Great Longevity and Reverse Yin, and Dragon-Surfing Ho-Shim Gong aside for now.

Ah, the Wheel of Law is the real deal.

After confirming her training points, Qing stuffed them all into the Wheel of Law to instantly reach max level!

Then, her entire body began to tingle, and her eyes itched. Her nose burned, and her ears buzzed with a mildly irritating noise.

But it’s not like I haven’t experienced this before.

When physical ability points go up, they don’t suddenly make you strong or improve your vision.

They steadily grow over time, slowly increasing your body’s power on this tingling feeling.

Oh! Dangerous thought. Shift to another thought, good thought.

Qing suddenly became startled and hastily redirected her thoughts.

Whenever I get a thought that feels inhumane, I would usually have a panic attack.

But it was already too late.

The thoughts that had already surfaced don’t stop even if you try to shove them away.

What kind of person becomes a superhuman transcending humanity like this, with heightened sensory power, strength, endurance, and flexibility?

Is this even a human body?

Then suddenly, a face popped up in my mind.

The gazes filled with overwhelming affection from Empress Mama, to the point it feels burdensome to face.

Thinking about it, isn’t the body a Princess Yeonsul?

Then yes, it’s a human body, right?

And just like that, I felt a surprisingly calming sensation.

It’s just a transcendence of humanity in many ways, in the end, I’m fundamentally still human, right?

Then I couldn’t help but chuckle.

What’s this? Getting anxious over something so simple?

Feeling relieved, I wanted to lie there when Gyeon Pohee entered the bedroom, rubbing her wet hair.

Then she walked straight over to the bed, gently moving some of her hair away before lying down on it.

Qing sighed at her.

“What are you doing? Are you going to sleep without drying your hair?”

“No? Uncle said she wanted to test out the new martial arts. She figured practicing on a person would help her get better. She also said she wanted to know what it feels like to find weaknesses and flinch at them?”

Thinking back, I might have said something like that.

Why did I say that?

Qing waved her hand.

“Shh, are we supposed to do that between family? Oh no, I can’t. It’s just a joke, a joke.”

—

Qing slept surprisingly well last night.

Strangely enough, being held by Uncle felt quite different from sleeping with friends; it felt incredibly comforting.

While Qing’s heart raced next to friends, Uncle acted just to make her sister comfortable, so that made perfect sense.

But how could Qing, who usually falls asleep first, know that?

She simply thought that the experience of being a support is something that never goes away.

Having slept soundly, Qing stepped out into the morning freshness, and what’s this?

There’s a dude kneeling down outside with a mat laid out.

“Mother, did you sleep well?”

“Oh. So it wasn’t a dream. Someone suddenly called a son, and I thought it was just a weird dream.”

“A child should greet their parents in the morning and evening, right? Aren’t you happy to see your son’s face first thing in the morning?”

“Is this really a greeting? Is it normal to lay a mat and wait like this? This feels more like a prostration. Are we having a funeral?”

Even though Qing acted coldly, her son was grinning widely.

With a deep sigh, Qing remarked.

“I’ve decided on a name.”

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