Chapter 455

Cheon Yu-hak was just thinking things were quiet, but then—

While Qing stepped out to use the restroom, wait, how did they already get there first?

Were they really that desperate?

But that’s not the important part.

What’s important right now is—

“How is the restroom? Is it clean?”

“I wouldn’t know. There’s a restroom at the Commander of the Daofeng Province’s place that’s shiny clean though.”

“Oh. Where’s that? Can I just go there quickly?”

The restroom they haven’t entered yet is in a state where its cleanliness is uncertain, existing in a superposition of cleanliness and filth until Qing opens the door to check.

However, since there’s no restroom association in the Central Plain, most of them are, let’s face it, absolutely horrendous.

“Forget about that. Why did you bring that kid? That was the one from the Blood Sect underground, right? If we want to invite anyone recklessly, we might as well gather everyone we know when visiting the Martial Alliance and form an entire army!”

“Well, I didn’t know the rumors would spread like wildfire back then. If I had known, I should have come looking with the Martial Alliance’s combat unit.”

“Come on, even so.”

“Hehe, with all the villains hanging around the city, how could I leave such a fragile Supreme Martial Artist all alone? I’ve been through this myself, and if a beauty like Mo Yong shows up, those guys will come crawling with all sorts of intentions.”

“Hey! What do you mean by ‘crawling’? Can you not talk filthily? Wait, what did you say? You’ve been through it? That’s quite something!”

Asking for polite words brings out the worst.

By the way, ‘yuksir’ is a punishment where one’s grave is dug up and their neck is beheaded.

You could argue that it wouldn’t mean much if the already dead get killed again, but being subjected to such punishment means their family lineage has already been annihilated.

So, it implies that the surname should be exterminated entirely.

“Hey, do you think I’m the kind of person who would just let things happen to me? It’s clear it’s dangerous, so I can’t just pretend I don’t see it.”

“Tsk, tsk, you’re so soft-hearted. How on earth will you navigate this treacherous martial world?”

With that weak-hearted disciple (Heaven’s Kill, the pleasure-murderer) giving a sheepish smile, Cheon Yu-hak had nothing left to say.

“If even a sheet of paper is better held together, wouldn’t it be nice to work together? If I teamed up with Jang Myung, it should count as one person’s role.”

Qing fidgets even after saying it herself.

“Maybe not? Even if two top-tier levels combine, that’s still top-tier and peak, not supreme level. Expecting that is a bit much.”

For reference, Qing’s one portion is supreme.

Mo Yong can probably deliver about a quarter of that, but Jang Myung needs to step up.

Still, if you matched those two together, quarter plus, hmm, first-rate would be around, what, three or four percent? Maybe that’s their combat strength.

Anyway, the restroom was disgusting.

Given the time of day.

Typical for an inn, the upstairs rooms were filled with reckless drinkers, so after dinner—

Weren’t those ancient customs and traditions of the Chinese simply to relieve oneself in the streets?

Feels like now there’s an understanding of why that was.

People can be so cunning, as they say.

Mo Yong Joo-hee wore a forced smile.

When she looked at Qing, her heart felt so much lighter.

Even more relaxed than when she was alone in her rooms back home.

The thorns that had always been lodged deeply within her, the deep scars never mentioned to anyone, felt like they were healing.

That’s why the permission to be together brought her such joy.

“Um, uh, Young Lady Seomun?”

“Hmm? What is it?”

“Uh, you see… um…”

“What’s there? You need to say it to be understood.”

“Uh, well, so….”

Mo Yong Joo-hee’s voice trailed off.

Then, with her face reddening, she shook her head, saying no, and bowed her head.

Now that there was no need for disguise, seeing the Qing she knew made other thoughts hard to suppress.

The sweet voice that kept curling in her ear— like a steely hand coiling around her— oh, it stung a bit, stung.

Then came the chilly touch, shocking her as if struck by lightning, penetrating every joint, muscle, and nerve of her body with a fiery blaze. When those fingers tightened in a bite-like grip—

“Mo Yong?”

“Eh! No, no!”

She had intended to confess when they parted, but how could she bring it up in front of him?

Mo Yong Joo-hee, blushing fiercely, didn’t know what to do.

And just then, within Qing’s dantian—

A thick line of energy wrapped itself around the tiny, transparent figure of Cheon Yu-hak, who was flailing his cute little limbs.

Nearby was a small figure dressed in grotesque black fabric with eerie eye patterns, while Pachen Magi was curled up, clutching his head, taking quite a beating.

With big tears in his eyes, he made small coughing sounds.

Pachen Magi was laughing…

Currently, Hwanhee Jin-gi had nothing to do.

When there was a fellow with a similarly large chest, the same Hwanhee Jin-gi nature, working together was enjoyable.

But now, the kid next to him couldn’t be encouraged no matter how much he tried. “Little one, I have to protect you,” was met with a solid defense.

So, unutilized ill intentions would only turn toxic.

Thus, Hwanhee Jin-gi had nothing to do, losing energy, hanging limp while—

He kept hearing that annoying laughter.

That filthy, moldy, repulsive aura was quite persistent. Would hitting it make it go away?

Since then, Hwanhee Jin-gi had been mindlessly hitting, trying to distract himself.

Then suddenly the entrance to the dantian burst open, and his fellow Jin-gis rushed in.

What could be so urgent, just pausing for breath, they quickly dashed out again.

Leading was a muscular looking guy wearing Shaolin robes, and behind him was a weary-looking Ban Hwa Jin-gi decked out in all sorts of shining gems.

Hwanhee Jin-gi sensed something strange.

Why was he panting while riding a palanquin?

As Hwanhee Jin-gi’s tasks dwindled, the Buddhist and Daoist Jin-gis changed their strategies.

If they couldn’t suppress their murderous intentions, better to deal with the villains instead.

As those from Dao engaged in protecting their minds, two from Buddhist were secretly brewing malice, thinking— if I don’t go to hell, who will?

Suddenly Hwanhee Jin-gi tilted his head.

But which Jin-gi suggested this strategy?

At that moment—

Hwanhee Jin-gi perked up his ears like a dog and sniffed.

That feeling! The sound of lust! The smell of lust!

Finally, something to do!

Originally, Jin-gis are meant to flow without pause.

In other words, they are extreme workaholics.

The reason the other Jin-gi are hitting Pachen Magi also relates to this.

Since he’s not flowing and is stuck in the dantian like a moldy growth, the other Jin-gis wonder why he just sits there without moving.

Hwanhee Jin-gi abandoned the beaten Pachen Magi and dashed out of the dantian in a hurry.

Left behind, Pachen Magi coughed, “Hehe,” and—

The Moon Lady Jin-gi just watched on with little interest.

Mo Yong Joo-hee, blushing fiercely, felt completely lost.

Qing observed her and suddenly smirked mischievously.

“Mo Yong? Wanna come over here?”

“Huh? Yes, yes.”

“Answer only once.”

“Yes, yes!”

“Whoa, why aren’t you listening?”

Mo Yong Joo-hee gulped.

She hesitantly moved toward Qing to sit beside him.

“Eek.”

Suddenly pulled with a strong force, she found herself cushioned by something soft yet firm beneath her.

She was now nestled in Qing’s arms.

Mo Yong Joo-hee felt an incredible sense of comfort.

But that feeling was short-lived.

With a snake-like whisper crawling into her ear, her body turned rigid like stone.

“Mo Yong? What were you going to say? If you keep starting and stopping, I get curious. And if I’m curious, I can’t sleep. You didn’t sleep well either, did you? I wish you would have trouble sleeping too?”

“No, no, it’s not like that—”

“Shh. Just answer once. Why can’t you understand? Not two or three times, just once. Understand?”

“Yes.”

Swallowing hard, Mo Yong Joo-hee opened her mouth to add.

“Yes.”

“This feels intentional, doesn’t it? Aren’t you going to talk? What made you into a bad girl? Bad girls should be punished, you know?”

With that, something cold slipped underneath her garment.

A hand gently caressed her belly.

Then, the thumb brushed lightly above her navel, and a chilly palm began to move upwards.

With each slow, caressing rise of that hand—

Mo Yong Joo-hee felt her breath catch.

Finally touching the solar plexus, Qing’s thumb gently brushed against the hard bone—

Heeek.

Mo Yong Joo-hee let out a hiccup.

In her ear was the soft sound of laughter.

“Like a squashed frog. Which way should we go, right or left?”

Right, left, the thumb brushed both sides in tandem with the whisper.

“Well, whatever Young Lady Seomun wishes—”

“Oh no. You need to be definitive. Make sure to say it clearly. Do you prefer the right or left? Tell me.”

“Well, um, eek, then…”

Just then, the gentle hand slipped away.

Mo Yong Joo-hee’s expression turned forlorn.

“Young Lady Seomun? Eek! Why, why…?”

“Looks like Jang Myung is coming. Mo Yong, you wash up first. I prefer simmering in warmth. If I go first, that’s just basic hygiene.”

Gathering up all the courage she didn’t have, Mo Yong Joo-hee mustered—

“Uh, if we wash together—”

“No way. Earlier, I specifically told you to answer twice, right? Bad girls

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