Regression of the Yong Clan Heir

Chapter 150: The Secret of the Moon Immortal Demonic Art (2)

Yong Hwarin spoke to Jegal Cheongyeong before moving again.

-Young Miss, if I am to deal with them, you’ll need to draw their attention.

-How?

-When I give the signal, you come down from above. The moment they focus on you, I’ll take care of them.

Jegal Cheongyeong replied without even a moment of hesitation.

-Yes, let’s do that.

After answering, Jegal Cheongyeong suddenly wondered if she had gone mad.

She found it ridiculous that she had answered without even questioning Yong Hwarin’s words.

Having fought the White-Haired Crimson-Faced Monster herself, she knew well just how strong that old monster was.

And yet, she had answered without the slightest hesitation.

‘I don’t know, I don’t know. I really don’t know.’

Muttering inwardly, Jegal Cheongyeong watched Yong Hwarin move to a position above the head of the White-Haired Crimson-Faced Monster.

Yong Hwarin, who had arrived on the beam where the monster stood, lowered his left hand.

At that, the Black Silk Celestial Silkworm silently unraveled and dangled down toward the crown of the monster’s head.

Meanwhile, his right hand moved to grip his sword.

He intended to kill the disciple as well when dealing with the White-Haired Crimson-Faced Monster.

As Yong Hwarin nodded, Jegal Cheongyeong leapt down toward the women. Landing softly on the ground, she looked at the monster and spoke.

"What are you doing here?"

As expected, Jegal Cheongyeong was clever.

She had spoken to the monster to divert his attention.

"You wench, how did you get in here?"

"Do you really think I’d tell you?"

She deliberately kept talking to further relax the monster’s guard.

"Did you come alone?"

Jegal Cheongyeong let out a short laugh.

The moment Yong Hwarin heard that laugh, an image of Jegal Yohye’s wicked smile flashed through his mind.

"Do you really think I came alone?"

Just as the monster started to grow suspicious and began turning around—

At that moment, the White-Haired Crimson-Faced Monster felt something sharp pierce through the top of his head.

"Urgh!"

The Black Silk Celestial Silkworm had penetrated deeply through the monster’s crown.

Then, energy from the Tai Chi Dantian flowed through the Black Silk Celestial Silkworm and entered the monster.

The monster trembled violently, like a fish skewered on a spear.

"What a damned situation this is."

Despite having his brain likely melting from the energy being poured through the Black Silk Celestial Silkworm into his skull, the fact that the monster was still drawing up his energy made Yong Hwarin feel a grudging respect.

If this had been a direct confrontation rather than an ambush, it would have taken at least several dozen seconds to finish him off.

The monster let out a boiling sound from his mouth repeatedly before his knees gave out, and he collapsed.

Yong Hwarin then took care of the old monster’s disciple in the same manner.

He landed on the ground.

-If not for the ambush, I couldn’t have killed him.

-Even seeing it happen sends shivers down my spine.

From Jegal Cheongyeong’s perspective, the fact that the old monster had clung to life even in that state, and that Yong Hwarin had assassinated him without the slightest hesitation, struck her differently.

-But… what if someone else comes in?

-That’s unlikely. This place is too important for anyone other than the old monster to enter carelessly. Judging from the lack of any signs nearby, no one seems to be approaching.

-What are you going to do?

Jegal Cheongyeong asked, knowing it couldn’t possibly be that Yong Hwarin approached just to ogle the women’s naked bodies.

Even to her eyes, Yong Hwarin showed no reaction at all to the women’s nakedness.

His demeanor was more like that of a physician examining patients, which gave off an eerie feeling.

No matter how urgent the situation, a hot-blooded young man would normally blush in such a case. But seeing him act as if it was the most natural thing in the world, like a monk or a Taoist master who had achieved enlightenment, left Jegal Cheongyeong bewildered.

Yong Hwarin approached the women’s heads and began quickly pulling out the thick needles.

-Young Miss, these needles can be removed safely, so pull them out quickly.

Jegal Cheongyeong followed his lead and began pulling them out.

She didn’t know why it was safe to remove them, but she trusted Yong Hwarin had his reasons.

After pulling the thick needles out from the heads of the eight women, Yong Hwarin spoke to Jegal Cheongyeong.

-Young Miss, I’m going to wake these ladies up now. Just in case, keep watch over the surroundings.

-Yes, brother. But…

-What?

-If you’re here when they wake up, the situation might get really complicated. Shouldn’t you at least cover them with something?

-There aren’t any clothes here, though. And I can’t exactly leave this place to go searching for some.

-Brother, you really should try to find something. You might not realize it, but women can be greatly distressed by this kind of shame. If they realize they’re naked in front of you, they might very well try to kill themselves. Just like a man values his pride more than his life, a woman sometimes values her modesty even more than her life.

-I didn’t even think of that. I was so focused on saving them that I almost caused a disaster. But where am I supposed to find clothes?

Seeing Yong Hwarin flustered for the first time, Jegal Cheongyeong felt a subtle satisfaction.

Until now, his flawless success in everything had felt so distant, it made him seem like a stranger.

-Brother, if these ladies were brought here naked, doesn’t that mean there’s a bathing place somewhere nearby? Usually, a bath is part of the preparation for performing such a technique. With your stealth skill, you should be able to bring some clothes without being detected. I’ll hide the corpses just in case.

-Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.

Even in this situation, Yong Hwarin found it absurd that women would care about clothes, but since women sometimes valued their purity more than their lives, he followed Jegal Cheongyeong’s words.

Jegal Cheongyeong hid the bodies of the old monster and his disciple, then returned to her position just as Yong Hwarin arrived with a bundle of clothes.

-You were right, Young Miss. There was a bathing place nearby.

The two continued their conversation silently through sound transmission, avoiding speaking aloud to remain cautious.

-Brother, before you wake them, place their clothes over their bodies. They’ll need something to put on as soon as they wake up.

-I don’t know whose clothes belong to whom.

-I remember.

No matter how devoted Jegal Cheongyeong was to martial arts, she wasn’t immune to noticing the clothing of women from other clans.

Strength and the desire to appear beautiful were separate matters.

Women from prestigious clans often evaluated each other’s outfits, so she already knew who had worn what before their trip to Soho.

Jegal Cheongyeong laid the clothes over each lady’s body.

-Brother, it’s done now.

Yong Hwarin went to the women and placed his right hand on the Crown Point of each, injecting qi.

Stimulating the Upper Dantian to awaken consciousness was normally extremely difficult and dangerous, but Yong Hwarin, possessing the rare Tai Chi Dantian, carefully controlled his qi and gently tapped on their Upper Dantians to wake them.

Starting with Seomun Seoseol, he skipped over the daughter of the Demonic Master lying in the center and continued to awaken Danmok Wan, Namgung Sohong, and the Three Chivalrous Sisters.

This wasn’t an easy task, taking nearly a quarter of an hour per person.

As Yong Hwarin approached the last, Shangguan Mijong, to inject qi, Seomun Seoseol began to awaken first.

However, since he had already explained the situation through sound transmission while waiting for them to awaken, they were able to avoid making a commotion.

The awakened women were shocked to realize they were naked, but at Jegal Cheongyeong’s urging, they quickly dressed.

Yong Hwarin planned to wake Shangguan Mijong next and save the Demonic Master’s daughter for last.

Since he had previously entered Shangguan Mijong’s body with his qi once before, it flowed into her more easily than with the others.

Just as he was about to tap her Upper Dantian while surrounding it with his qi, Shangguan Mijong’s energy suddenly coiled around his.

‘What? What is she doing?’

Such guiding of qi would be impossible without Shangguan Mijong’s conscious will.

While Yong Hwarin was startled and flustered, Shangguan Mijong continued to wrap around his qi seductively, refusing to let go.

It felt to Yong Hwarin like the intertwining of snakes during mating.

He recalled that he had once used Nam Myeonggwak’s technique to erase Shangguan Mijong’s alternate persona.

Such a technique caused the recipient to feel a spiritual attraction toward the caster, and Shangguan Mijong had endured and suppressed that pull all this time, believing she had gone mad.

But now, with the familiar flow of Yong Hwarin’s qi entering her again, her long-suppressed desire exploded through that connection.

Humans could express sexual desire physically, but they could also release it mentally, breaking their restraints.

Shangguan Mijong hadn’t intended it, but her tightly restrained desire had burst forth the moment she felt Yong Hwarin’s qi.

Yong Hwarin realized for the first time that this kind of emotional release could occur through the resonance of their qi, as if their energies were mating.

Jegal Cheongyeong grew alarmed when she saw Yong Hwarin flinch repeatedly with a strange expression, while Shangguan Mijong trembled minutely all over, her back arching like a drawn bow.

As Jegal Cheongyeong tried to approach, Jeong Minji, who had already woken and dressed, raised her hand.

-Trust him and wait. He will be fine.

Jegal Cheongyeong couldn’t understand where Jeong Minji’s baseless confidence came from.

Though the situation was bewildering, the women, as daughters of martial families trained in mental discipline, quickly regained their composure.

-Sister Jegal, did Young Master Yong see our bodies?

That was the first thing the awakened women asked.

Not one of them said anything different.

-No, I arrived first and covered you with clothes. Young Master Yong came afterward, so he didn’t see anything.

She had to repeat that answer seven times.

Only after they had all dressed did they ask where they were and where their young lord was.

As a fellow woman, Jegal Cheongyeong couldn’t help but smirk at their priorities. She also realized she had been no different, treating Yong Hwarin the same way.

She remembered how she had worried more about whether Yong Hwarin might have developed impure thoughts after seeing the women naked, rather than genuinely caring about their well-being.

‘Ah, now I understand. I finally understand why Brother Hwarin insisted that I realize my identity first. Because I have the body and mind of a woman, my progress in martial arts has stalled. While men sometimes lose even their sense of self in their pursuit of martial arts, women instinctively limit themselves by constantly being aware of their womanhood. No matter how much I train, if I remain conscious of being a woman, I’ll never go beyond the limits of what a woman’s body can handle. I didn’t even realize that…’

Tears suddenly welled up in Jegal Cheongyeong’s eyes.

Only now did she feel she understood Yong Hwarin’s heart.

‘Brother must have realized that if I remained bound by the awareness of being his fiancée, it would hinder my martial progress. That’s why he proposed breaking off the engagement himself. And I didn’t even understand that…’

The other women were startled when Jegal Cheongyeong suddenly began shedding tears while looking at Yong Hwarin.

They thought she was crying out of concern for Yong Hwarin, whose body was trembling.