Chapter 55

Chapter 54

When Joo-hui returned to his bedroom, Han Seol-hyun was brewing tea there.

"You're here."

Since the engagement was confirmed, Han Seol-hyun had completely transformed into a different woman.

Her demeanor, exuding grace and elegance, reminded Joo-hui of the exceptional upbringing of a noble family.

"Ha-ha, have you eaten dinner?"

In response to Joo-hui's affectionate question, Han Seol-hyun blushed.

"Yes, Uncle."

Gah. Uncle.

It felt as if Cupid's arrow had pierced his heart, making it ache.

Just as Joo-hui was about to smile and say something, Han Seol-hyun spoke again.

"I know you're busy, but you should pay more attention to your uncle and sister."

"If it's about my brother, that's one thing, but why Yeon? What happened to her?"

Han Seol-hyun sighed softly.

"Sigh... It seems she has fallen for Seongyeom."

"Namgung Hyung?"

Joo-hui's expression became peculiar.

Is it true that my sister, who never even glanced at a man, has fallen for Namgung Jang-ho?

"She watches him practice martial arts from a distance every day."

"Um..."

Well, it is her adolescence.

It would be strange if her eyes didn't wander to the muscular body of a man sweating profusely.

"I understand. I'll talk to Yeon soon."

"What do you plan to do?"

Joo-hui smiled gently.

"First, I need to teach her how to distinguish between childish curiosity and genuine feelings."

"What if it's genuine?"

"What can I do? I'll have to talk to Namgung Hyung."

"Uncle, you really..."

Ugh.

Her innocent smile and the way she turned her head were so adorable.

Joo-hui, momentarily dazed, tried to regain his composure and change the subject.

"Why your brother?"

"Ah! Your uncle... "

Han Seol-hyun's expression turned somber.

"It seems there was a scuffle with the Zhaogatian Wudao members. He was humiliated by the evil sect martial artists."

"Shame?"

Joo-hui's expression showed confusion.

How could anyone from the Zhaogatian Shanghui dare to treat the family of the Sword Saint so casually?

To harm the family of the Sword Saint would be like jumping into a blazing fire with a torch.

"It seems your uncle has only been living here for a short time, and the Zhaogatian Wudao members didn't know him well. It also seems that your uncle, out of pride, didn't use your uncle's reputation."

"So what happened?"

"It was a beating disguised as a sparring match."

"Ha..."

Joo-hui's head throbbed.

Is he in his right mind?

To challenge a group of evil sect martial artists, who had survived by any means in the dark world, without even reaching the First-Class realm?

If things got out of hand, he could have just used his sister's name. What's so shameful about that?

While he felt guilty for neglecting his brother, he couldn't help but be exasperated by his recklessness.

'Should I teach him martial arts?'

Teaching martial arts to someone?

For Joo-hui, guiding a martial artist to a certain level was easy.

But raising a martial artist was a different matter altogether.

He had never learned the basic techniques of martial arts himself.

He should discuss this issue with Nangong Shu of the Changan Sword Association.

"I understand. I'll pay attention."

"Yes, Uncle."

The teapot was already steaming.

Han Seol-hyun, about to pour tea into a cup with her refined demeanor, suddenly pulled her hand back.

"Ouch, it's hot!"

"Are you okay?"

Joo-hui quickly stood up to check Han Seol-hyun's hand.

Blowing on her reddened palm, Joo-hui's eyes met hers.

At that moment, Han Seol-hyun instinctively covered his mouth.

"Ah!"

Although he was flustered, Joo-hui secretly thought her strategy was excellent.

A high-level martial artist who had reached the Ice Energy realm burning her hand on a teapot?

Ha. How cute.

If she wanted to kiss, she should have just said so.

However, her tongue slipped into his mouth like a snake.

Her tongue, skillfully exploring his mouth, was not an ordinary movement.

'Ah, no, what is this...?'

She must have no experience with men, right?

A chill ran down Joo-hui's spine.

Her tongue, sucking and teasing, then twitched.

Her incredible tongue play, as if she was toying with him, was astonishing.

Soon, her skilled hands undid his robe and slipped into his pants.

What the hell!

While kissing with her eyes closed, how could she so easily untie the tightly bound sash of his robe?

Moreover, she effortlessly undid the three knots with one hand and slipped her hand into his pants. Her hand movements were almost miraculous.

Wow, how many men must she have been with to have such incredible skills?

She was a pro among pros!

Feeling an ominous premonition, Joo-hui broke out in a cold sweat and pushed her away, standing up.

"Whoa, me? Seriously?"

Han Seol-hyun (?) blinked innocently with saliva at the corner of her mouth.

"What are you talking about, Uncle?"

Joo-hui's eyes were already glowing with a ghostly white light.

As he used his ghostly vision to examine her, he burst into a bitter laugh.

"Ha-ha!"

Instead of the clear Ice Energy, a crimson ghostly fire was swirling around her.

Crimson!

The other side of her, known as the Blood Empress of the Thousand Transformations!

"Whoa, this scary woman! How dare you impersonate Miss Han?"

Bai Huarin, whose true identity was revealed, pouted and spread her legs, spitting on the floor.

"Damn, I've been caught. It was almost done. I could have had it, damn it!"

Bai Huarin, looking at Joo-hui with a regretful expression, licked her lips.

Joo-hui felt a shiver run down his spine wherever her gaze landed.

"Wh-What do you mean, 'eat'? You crazy woman! Seriously, I'm getting goosebumps. I almost lost my innocence!"

"Hmm... Innocence?"

"Don't look at me like that. I'll pluck out your eyes."

Her eyes, filled with lust, were almost like those of a beast.

Joo-hui looked at her with a mix of disbelief and exasperation.

Yan Shangluo's words that she was the craziest woman in the evil sect, surpassing even Jin Jiaxi, were indeed true.

How could she infiltrate the Zhaogatian Shanghui, a powerful force in the martial world, disguised as a fiancée?

"How did you get in here so easily?"

Bai Huarin smirked.

"Can the Heavenly Demon Sect or the Martial World Alliance stop the Thousand Transformations Blood Empress? Besides, this place is too lax."

"Too lax?"

Joo-hui never took the defense against external enemies lightly.

The famous formations of the Zhuge family covered every corner of the outer courtyard.

Two supreme experts were stationed at each of the three iron gates on the east, west, and south sides, and watchtowers were placed at key intersections, with Zhaogatian Wudao members keeping a double or triple watch.

However, it was not impossible, considering the Thousand Transformations Blood Empress's Body Transformation Technique.

But her unexpected answer surprised him.

"Think about it. This is a merchant guild before it's a martial world force. Goods are constantly coming and going. It's the perfect environment to plant spies. I doubt there's a place easier to infiltrate than here."

"Um..."

Joo-hui groaned.

It was a painful observation.

He was aware of the inevitable limitations of running a merchant guild.

But it was a different matter for Bai Huarin to point it out so accurately.

If it was so easy to plant spies, how could he ignore it?

"Um..."

The secret agents of the Hidden Lineage had managed to recruit the top hands of the Zhaogatian Shanghui in such a short time for a reason.

Some systematic improvements were needed.

He considered using secret codes or tokens, but if even one of the key officials was swayed by the enemy, everything would be exposed, so he ruled it out.

He also found the idea of tattooing a secret mark on the body distasteful.

Moreover, if the method was discovered, there would be no more secure measure than a tattoo.

As Joo-hui pondered, Bai Huarin raised her head in frustration.

"Why are you so worried? It's simple."

"Simple?"

Bai Huarin answered nonchalantly.

"Plant a poison in everyone's body. It's simple. It's a bit expensive, but you have the money, don't you?"

"..."

To suggest implanting a worm in a person's flesh so casually.

It was truly a very evil sect-like idea.

Would the members of a force controlled by such coercion be loyal to their leader?

Even the Sichuan Guild wouldn't do that.

Not to mention the Blood Sect in the old days.

"Ah, let's stop talking."

Just then, he sensed someone outside the bedroom.

Tap, tap.

The light footsteps detected by Joo-hui's hearing were undoubtedly those of a woman.

"Hey, hide!"

Bai Huarin smiled sweetly at the startled Joo-hui.

"She's your fiancée. She came to check if you were asleep."

"Then who? Ah! What a surprise!"

Why does this woman always climb up like the sun from the window frame?

"Damn, are you already acting like the lady of the house? What are you doing, brother? Why are your sashes all undone? This woman, seriously!"

Whoosh!

Jin Jiaxi, who had gracefully climbed through the window and entered the bedroom, glared at Bai Huarin.

"Look at this seductress. Pretending to be innocent, but she's not ordinary. Planning to make a move before the wedding?"

"What a floury woman. How much powder did you have to apply to look like that? That trend is outdated. Ah, a woman from the past."

"What, what?"

Her sharp tongue was not just a few choice words.

Always gentle and refined, how could such a woman have such a rough tongue?

"Wow, she's so bold! Look at her, brother! She's already showing her true colors right after the engagement. That's how Northern women are. I could tell from the way she put on a show!"

Joo-hui tilted his head.

"Aren't Southern women more open?"

In any continent, through the ages, women from the humid and warm South are more open than those from the cold North.

Jin Jiaxi's eyes widened.

With her pale face and wide eyes, the entire bedroom was suddenly filled with a chilling atmosphere.

"Is that so? Northern women are so dirty. They pretend to be clean on the outside, but they're rotten inside. Brother, you don't know their wickedness!"

"I agree."

"What, what do you mean?"

Jin Jiaxi stared at Bai Huarin, who was nodding in agreement, in disbelief.

"Northern women are wicked. They spend the cold winter cooped up in their rooms, thinking only of men. Their thighs must be full of needle marks."

"Ah..."

This is not right.

Jin Jiaxi, showing her confusion.

How could a woman from the Northern Sea criticize Northern women so cruelly?

"Southern women are the best. If they like you, they show it. If they don't, they show that too. They express themselves fully. When they catch your eye, they come at you fiercely."

"Is, is that so?"

Jin Jiaxi, now nodding in agreement.

Suddenly, Bai Huarin looked at Joo-hui with a lecherous smile.

"One-on-one is not bad. Is it possible?"

"What are you saying, you crazy woman!"

Bai Huarin, licking her lips and looking at her crotch.

As Bai Huarin so naturally suggested a double play, Joo-hui was utterly bewildered.

The two most famous madwomen of the evil sect together were overwhelming even for the iron-blooded Joo-hui.

Meanwhile, Jin Jiaxi was looking at such a Joo-hui with a strange expression.

He called Han Seol-hyun a crazy woman?

It was a term that would never come out of his mouth.

"Could you be...?"

Bai Huarin smirked.

"Hello, junior?"

"Thousand Transformations Blood Empress!"

Perhaps a strange sense of competition as a rare madwoman was triggered.

Jin Jiaxi's eyes were shooting sparks.

Thousand Transformations Blood Empress was a nickname Jin Jiaxi had heard since she was young.

No one could guess her age, but she was definitely over thirty.

Some even claimed she was over forty.

"Why are you here, you old woman? Trying to take our brother? At your age, you have no conscience?"

"Hey, you. Love knows no age or borders."

Suddenly, Joo-hui looked at Bai Huarin.

"How old are you?"

"Still forty?"

Joo-hui's face turned pale with goosebumps.

"Damn..."

To have such an intimate kiss with a woman in her forties.

As Joo-hui spat and stood up.

"Do as you please, but I'm leaving."

At that moment, Bai Huarin and Jin Jiaxi exchanged glances and pounced on Joo-hui.

"Hey, pounce!"

"Y-Yes, Sister!"

Bai Huarin, offering to share with a gesture, Jin Jiaxi quickly changed her address from "old woman" to "sister."

Joo-hui, sighing, revealed his ghostly vision.

-Is something wrong, Uncle?

The refined voice from outside was definitely Han Seol-hyun's.

Joo-hui, drenched in cold sweat again, looked around his bedroom.

Bai Huarin, with saliva at the corner of her mouth, her top unbuttoned, revealing half of her breasts, was clinging to his neck.

Jin Jiaxi, grabbing her crotch, was rolling her eyes.

And look at himself!

His hair was disheveled, his robe undone, and his sash unfastened.

Anyone would think this was a scene ripe for misunderstanding.

Ah, how can I overcome this terrifying obstacle?

Joo-hui decided to pretend he wasn't there.

His terrifying gaze alternated between Bai Huarin and Jin Jiaxi.

-If you make a sound, I'll really kill you both.

Joo-hui's murderous whisper.

His eyes were so intense they could kill with a glance.

Unable to ignore the divine might of such a Sword Saint, Bai Huarin and Jin Jiaxi tightly shut their mouths.

Then Joo-hui immediately enveloped the entire bedroom with a mental barrier.

If these women made a sound, it would be the end of everything!

But his actions had the opposite effect.

-Are you in there, Uncle?

Oh no!

Han Seol-hyun was a high-level expert in the Flower Realm.

He had forgotten that she could sense mental energy.

As Joo-hui released his mental energy and hurriedly tried to fix his appearance.

-I'm coming in.

Ah!

That moment felt like a thousand years to Joo-hui.

He used all his wit and strategy.

His brain was in overdrive!

"Huh?"

Han Seol-hyun, who had entered the bedroom, widened her eyes and looked around.

"Goodness! What is this?"

Covering her face with her hands at the scandalous scene.

She then turned her head and asked.

"What is Lord Sword doing in Uncle's bedroom?"

Nangong Jang-ho (?) made a formal bow and spoke in a deep voice.

"I greet Miss Han."

* * *

"Why has Miss Han been looking at me like I'm a bug for the past few days?"

Looking at Nangong Jang-ho with a bewildered expression, Joo-hui put on a clueless face.

"Hmm, I wonder?"

"Perhaps she's nervous about the upcoming wedding."

"Maybe."

Joo-hui felt guilty, but he couldn't die at the hands of his fiancée before the wedding, could he?

It was just bad luck for Nangong Jang-ho.

It was unfortunate that he had a similar build to Joo-hui.

No matter how great the Body Transformation Technique was, it couldn't create Zhang Yilong's muscles or Zhuge Yun's slender frame.

'Phew...'

Just thinking about that night still made his legs tremble