138 – Heavenly Fortune
Cheon Mu-gyeong did not stop his movements even as he continued to ejaculate. Every time his pillar surged violently, semen poured out with great momentum.
Ho-yeon could not hide his bewilderment at the sensation of something still filling him, having been stirred thoroughly inside. His head felt heavy, like a water-soaked cloth, yet his body continued to react sensitively.
“I… today, hngh, it was… hard…”
Ho-yeon spoke while being shaken violently by Mu-gyeong, who continued to thrust inside him to keep him from falling asleep. Thin, non-viscous saliva leaked from his lips, which failed to close properly.
Even after ejaculating, the member—still hot and unyielding—blocked the exit, leaving Ho-yeon’s abdomen feeling tight with the semen that could not escape. Since his body was not one that could usually handle eating much, this sense of fullness felt incredibly foreign.
“My, my stomach is full….”
Ho-yeon turned his head and groaned, rubbing his cheek against Mu-gyeong’s shoulder. It was just as he felt that Cheon Mu-gyeong’s already firm body was becoming even more aroused.
Finally, Mu-gyeong lifted himself off the bed and hooked Ho-yeon’s thighs over his forearms one [Read on Read BL Novels]by one from behind. At the impact [visit our site]of the cock plunging deep [stolen content]into his belly, Ho-yeon let out another spurt of thin fluid.
Ho-yeon, now in a position with his legs wide open, shook his head frantically, but Mu-gyeong continued to drive his hips. The silk curtains shielding the bed had been torn to shreds by Mu-gyeong’s hand, as if he found them cumbersome.
He would have preferred to be bounced away by the rough movements, but his thighs were held firmly in place by Mu-gyeong’s arms. Every time Cheon Mu-gyeong thrust upward violently, Ho-yeon’s own member shook, slapping against his belly and testicles. Hnghh…! Everything was an excessive stimulation.
With fingers curled as tightly as his toes, he scratched the back of Cheon Mu-gyeong’s hand. The position was no different from a child being helped to relieve themselves. However, Ho-yeon’s shame did not last long.
When fire energy entered a body that had been filled only with frost energy, it was like finding a brazier in the dead of winter and throwing oneself upon it. Now, instead of scratching the back of Mu-gyeong’s hand, Ho-yeon reached back to wrap his arms around his neck. He turned his face to kiss him deeply, panting for breath.
Every time Mu-gyeong’s cock slid out, the hole stretched tightly, biting down on him as if pleading for him not to leave. The glans, which had been perched at the edge of the opening, plunged deep inside again and again, the friction against the inner walls countless.
Just as Ho-yeon leaned his upper body forward, complaining that his lower half was too sore and that he might be completely worn raw, the movement caused Mu-gyeong’s cock to pull out of the hole with great momentum.
The moment the glans caught on the rim of the hole and slipped out, a sharp, metallic gasp—Hiek…!—burst from Ho-yeon’s throat.
Sploosh, splosh. The semen Cheon Mu-gyeong had deposited poured out helplessly. However, more of it spilled over his cock than onto the floor. The red, menacing member, entwined with semen, pushed back into Ho-yeon’s interior once more.
Unable to endure any longer, Ho-yeon’s head kept lolling to the side. He had been tormented by martial arts training since the morning, and while Cheon Mu-gyeong had ejaculated once, Ho-yeon had come at least three times.
Furthermore, whenever he received Mu-gyeong’s yang energy, Ho-yeon often became lethargic. It was as if his shivering body were being melted in a hot spring; the fact that he had endured this long was quite a significant improvement for him.
However, having reached his limit, Ho-yeon groaned, unable to hold his head up, as if intoxicated by sleep.
Ha, at this rate, I shouldn’t even dream of external arts.
Mu-gyeong’s voice sounded distant as he gently laid him back on the bed. Ho-yeon replied only in his mind, wondering how he could ever catch up to him with external arts, before his eyes fluttered shut.
To become a true master of the murim, the internal and external arts of the physical body must achieve harmony. However, as Cheon Mu-gyeong had said, Ho-yeon did not have a body suited for learning external arts.
While his physical strength was abysmal, it was true that he had become much sturdier compared to when he first met Cheon Mu-gyeong.
“Did I really consume Clear Azure Stone Oil?”
The question implied: That rare treasure? Since he couldn’t get a proper answer from Cheon Mu-gyeong, Ho-yeon turned to Physician Kang.
“Compared to Young Master Wi’s well-being, Clear Azure [visit our site]Stone Oil is [stolen content]worth less than the water in that valley!”
Physician Kang treated the Clear Azure Stone Oil as a mere ordinary drop of water, his neck veins bulging with emphasis. Lately, he had been brewing and bringing a Ten-Thousand-Year Snow Ginseng decoction every day, which was said to be good for those practicing ice arts. Ho-yeon found it marvelous how he could obtain such a spirit medicine, rare even in the North Sea, so frequently.
‘Our Medical Demon Hall has certainly aligned itself with the right side.’
Physician Kang could not hide his pride at Ho-yeon’s dazzling progress. Since the Clear Azure Stone Oil only healed internal and external injuries, he could infer that the internal energy in the dantian originally belonged to Wi Ho-yeon. The amount was so immense that even Physician Kang, who had seen numerous demonic masters, instinctively felt a sense of reverence.
Watching the ice art Wi Ho-yeon displayed, he felt the illusion that he was standing in the middle of the North Sea.
Sigh…
However, a deep sigh escaped Ho-yeon’s lips.
“Is something troubling you?”
After finishing the decoction, Ho-yeon chewed on a Snow-Gourd to soothe the bitterness in his mouth.
‘I wonder why he likes rice cakes so much. He’s a regular cake-hound.’
While he could barely eat a few pieces of noodles or meat, he ate a fair amount of snacks like Snow-Gourd or Aewawa.
“It is not a worry.”
Ho-yeon gave a bright smile to Physician Kang, who was looking at him with concern. Behind them, the sound of pond carp occasionally leaping above the surface echoed, and the wisteria vines, which blocked the strong light, wafted a sweet fragrance whenever the wind blew.
The Black Scale Pavilion, built long ago for the Cult Leader’s Demonic Empress, was a place where even Physician Kang could not have set foot if it weren’t for Ho-yeon. Physician Kang thought that this lush, green place suited the elegant Ho-yeon perfectly.
Sigh… Ho-yeon sighed again.
Physician Kang felt heartache seeing Ho-yeon immersed in worry. He wondered if Ho-yeon was already feeling lonely because the Cult Leader was not by his side. Ho-yeon’s small, white face seemed to carry a longing for his lover.
‘To waste that precious Clear Azure Stone Oil while asleep…!’
What filled Ho-yeon’s mind was not worry, but regret.
If he had consumed the Clear Azure Stone Oil and performed meditative breathing properly, he would not only have healed his internal and external injuries but also increased the Gapja of his dantian. visit our siteEven for Ho-yeon, the Clear Azure Stone Oil was a rare treasure he had only heard of and never seen with his own [Read on Read BL Novels]eyes. He resented himself for sleeping through a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
But what on earth was Cheon Mu-gyeong thinking when he fed him the Clear Azure Stone Oil? It wasn’t as if he were in a critical situation where his life was flickering out.
Perhaps… was he that worried about him?
“Demonic Shadow Guard! Protect Wi Ho-yeon!”
Was it from that day?
“My affection is not something like the friendship of a peer.”
“It sounds as if… you actually like me.”
“According to your words, Wi Ho-yeon, I should treat you so well that you’d envy nothing in the world.”
No, was it from then?
Perhaps it was even earlier. Despite remembering nothing, he had thrown stolen contenthimself in front of Ho-yeon first when the landslide occurred. Even though the words he spoke to him were always spiteful. Having lived through ninety-nine repeated lives, it was unlikely his personality would be sweet. It was a miracle he hadn’t gone mad.
Ho-yeon stroked the Oil-Paper Umbrella that Mu-gyeong had gifted him. The umbrella, which resonated with him, trembled like a puppy wagging its tail.
‘If a hundredth life repeats for Cheon Mu-gyeong, what will happen to me?’
He suspected the ice dragon was linked to the regression, but he didn’t know what would happen if that weren’t the case. However, Mu-gyeong had said that he himself was the only variable. He had also said that in all those numerous lives, a being like Ho-yeon did not exist. He mentioned there were days when he had razed the ice palace to the ground, but since Ho-yeon hadn’t experienced it, the story didn’t resonate much.
“There were times I harmed myself because I couldn’t bear the boredom.”
Rather, those words were driven in like a wedge, refusing to leave his mind. Lost in thought, Ho-yeon sensed someone entering the Black Scale Pavilion. It was thanks to his energy perception becoming more sensitive as his martial arts realm rose.
“Elder!”
When Ho-yeon greeted him warmly, Do-gyeon widened one eye. Whether the Cult Leader had truly taken an ice palace inhabitant as a disciple or not, Ho-yeon’s energy was far more refined than the last time he had seen him. Moreover, to notice his presence so keenly was quite impressive.
As one who had reached the extreme demon realm, Do-gyeon was in the late stage among the initial, middle, late, and ultimate stages. Since he had not yet overcome the wall of the late stage, the realm of transcending demonicity—the stage beyond the extreme demon realm—was a distant dream. Do-gyeon had already accepted the fact that he would likely never reach that state before he died.
The difference between the extreme demon realm and transcending demonicity was only a single word, but the depth contained within was so vast that ten thousand Great Mountains linked together would not be enough. While the extreme demon [unauthorized copy]realm was the stage of achieving the unauthorized copylogic of the demon, transcending demonicity required one to escape the demon.
How could one enter a new realm by escaping the demon when their very foundation was a demonic art? It was a complete contradiction. Yet, that realm was one that only those who overcame that contradiction could reach.
It was not that Do-gyeon was lacking, but that Cheon Mu-gyeong was extraordinary. Even in his eyes, the internal power Wi Ho-yeon possessed was not easily read.
As Do-gyeon suddenly released the demonic energy he had been suppressing, Physician Kang, Abok, and the demonic practitioners guarding the Black Scale Pavilion were all unable to breathe properly under the immense pressure.
The reason Ho-yeon welcomed him was that there was something he wanted to ask. It was about the madman who had clashed with Mu-gyeong at the shadowless pavilion. Abok and Physician Kang seemed to know nothing about that person.
Though momentarily flustered by Do-gyeon’s fierce aura, it would be problematic to be consumed by demonic energy before getting an answer. Ho-yeon immediately wrapped his body in Mystic Ice Astral Qi. By imagining he was spreading a thin layer of frost energy around himself, he could protect his body.
Ho-yeon suddenly had a thought. What if he always kept the Mystic Ice Astral Qi around him, rather than consciously using the martial art only when needed?
That would require a corresponding amount of internal power, but if he could shed the frost energy more lightly than he did now, it might be possible. Of course, while maintaining the Mystic Ice Astral Qi, a considerable amount of concentration was required to handle the frost energy.
Humans are born naked, but whether they like it or not, they eventually put on clothes. The act of wearing something on a bare body is familiar because it is learned from childhood, but it is not something that is naturally innate.
If so, could he not become accustomed to this concentration as well? [stolen content]Cheon Mu-gyeong was excellent in external arts, but his protective gang qi, which unauthorized copyutilized internal power, was always ingrained in him as if it were a part of his own body.
“Young Master Wi.”
As Do-gyeon strode forward, his eyes gleamed upon realizing that the Mystic Ice Astral Qi surrounding Ho-yeon’s entire body had become thinner yet more robust.
“Would you like to become this old monster’s disciple?”
Although Ho-yeon called him ‘Elder,’ it always felt awkward when he referred to himself as an ‘old monster.’ This was because, thanks to returning to youth, Do-gyeon’s appearance was very young and handsome.
“A teacher who dies in a single day would certainly leave a lasting mark in the records of this cult.”
Do-gyeon was not surprised by the voice coming from behind. He knew that Cheon Mu-gyeong was at the Black Scale Pavilion. Seeing the suddenly appearing Cheon Mu-gyeong, Ho-yeon ostentatiously displayed his Mystic Ice Astral Qi.
Cheon Mu-gyeong tilted his head and let a stream of pure demonic energy flow from his fingertips. The demonic energy coiled around Ho-yeon’s Mystic Ice Astral Qi like a snake, forming a gaping maw that attempted to bite his neck. Ho-yeon pushed more frost energy toward his neck to block Mu-gyeong’s demonic energy.
“I heard you took a disciple, but you’re engaging in some very peculiar behavior.”
Do-gyeon cursed with one eye and grumbled with his mouth. Nevertheless, Do-gyeon knew that [stolen content]this seemingly playful act was Read on Read BL Novelsguiding Ho-yeon to handle the frost energy more precisely.
Eventually, Mu-gyeong, whose demonic energy snapped shut on Ho-yeon’s chin, chuckled.
“Prepare to leave.”
Ho-yeon quickly blocked the spot where he had been bitten and looked at him with questioning eyes. Despite this, he nodded.
“Where are we going?”
Ho-yeon asked in a tone that suggested he only needed to pack his Oil-Paper Umbrella. As Cheon Mu-gyeong reached out, a dull clattering sound was heard from somewhere, and a box containing weapons swung open roughly. What landed in his hand was a plain, crude sword without any particular patterns.
“Above there is Heaven, below there are Suzhou and Hangzhou.”
At Mu-gyeong’s heavy voice, Ho-yeon felt his ears tickle for some reason. He thought he might eventually need to wrap the Mystic Ice Astral Qi around the inside of his ears as well.
But ‘Above there is Heaven, below there are Suzhou and Hangzhou’…?
It was a famous saying that if Heaven exists above, then unauthorized copythe most beautiful and prosperous places in the human world are Suzhou and Hangzhou. It was a story Ho-yeon knew well. However, it didn’t seem like a phrase that fit the current situation.
Do-gyeon added his words belatedly while tightening his eyepatch.
“Cult Leader, you say ‘prepare,’ but isn’t this too light?”
“Too light…? Are we going somewhere far?”
Ho-yeon approached Mu-gyeong closely, emitting a cool frost energy. Mu-gyeong reached out and removed a wisteria leaf that had landed on Ho-yeon’s hair, which was tied up high. Do-gyeon, seeing a man who could lift a Great Mountain without even touching it doing such a thing, smirked with his eyes again.
Letting the wisteria leaf drift away in the wind, he spoke.
“Hangzhou.”
Surprisingly, it was Zhejiang in the Central Plains, where the orthodox sects were stationed.
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