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“A… a martial artist?” Seolyeong felt resentment rise in his chest. He dares call me a martial artist after ripping my danjeon to shreds like that? He was quite tempted to start a heated argument, but given the circumstances, he decided to hold back. “…I understand well that my ‘shallow’ respect may seem useless to you, Sect Leader. However, if I can’t repay the grace of having been raised and protected, could I really still call myself a martial artist?” His voice was calm,…- 253.5 K • Completed
- But it was only natural for Seolyeong to question his husband’s intentions. The Sect Leader, sitting so close and speaking with uncharacteristically gentleness, looked far too suspicious. ‘Die? Who’s dying? Don’t tell me you? Well, sure, eventually even you’ll die… even those old turtles who claim to have bought immortality can’t dodge death forever. He’s worried I’ll ask him to kill himself, huh.’ A strange tension pressed down on him, and as his eyes dropped, a cold hand lifted…
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- Just before Seolyeong clashed with Peng Rang’s sword, an overwhelming wave struck him, and his body surrendered to it without thought. At first, he thought he’d been stabbed in the gut and left on death’s door. But when he opened his eyes, his body, worn down by that bastard Sect Leader, was perfectly fine. Only after he looked around in a daze , exclaiming ‘What’s happening’ did he realize that he was hovering in the air, having pierced straight through the ceiling. Seolyeong almost…
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- Madman. Yeoso couldn’t help but think that way. Right in front of the Cheonsin, the mad bride had cast aside his sword and was captivating the audience with a bizarre dance. His arms and legs floated down like feathers, drawing elegant lines as if mimicking the wings of a giant bird. No human body could stay aloft that long. Each time the mad bride pushed off the ground, gasps mixed with groans burst from the stands. “Wow…!” He spun with arms stretched wide, then landed in a handstand,…
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- Before the duel began in earnest, the two warriors each prepared in their own way. Peng Rang ran her fingers along the blade, checking the sharpness and balance of her sword, while Seolyeong closed his eyes and tried to follow the flow of Qi not from his danjeon, but from his chest. The vessel that held his internal energy had shattered, so he could no longer draw on his power like before. But at the very least, he owed it to himself to move in sync with the flow of Qi. That way, he might avoid the…
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- This was Seolyeong’s thought. Since he was a blood fiend, as long as his neck wasn’t severed by a spiritual stone blade, he wouldn’t die no matter how torn his body became. So the plan was simple: remove the Murong clan head from the duel, then stall for time and find a way to end the situation himself. Tang Yujae tilted his head slightly, displeased by Seolyeong’s calm face. A bride who offered himself up for the righteous sects looked like nothing but a fool in Yujae’s…
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- The Yurigung was divided into the Outer Palace and the Inner Palace.Among them, Gwanju Hall and Yeonhwa Hall had been built within the Inner Palace, but even though they were part of the same grounds, the size of Yeonhu Mountain made it impossible to travel between them quickly without using gyeonggong.1 Stepping through the air with Si Pungjae slung over his shoulder, Seolyeong arrived at Gwanju Hall and let out a brief exclamation. “Wow…” The grand hall, decorated with red jade, stood…
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- It was as if a burst of brilliant color had descended into a world that had only known black and white. Even with over four hundred people packed into the arena, Tang Yujae’s gaze was fixed on one person alone. Whether Seolyeong realized he had captured the sect leader’s attention or not, he walked steadily, posture upright, eyes locked on the frozen statue. The cold scent of winter carried directly to the nose, a dry, sharp scent one could only smell when snow piled quietly underfoot. He had…
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- After regaining his original form, Tang Yujae headed to Gwanju Hall to handle the backlog of work. Sure enough, Daeyeonggak Lord Gyo Seokryun was standing like a statue at the entrance, arms crossed. He’d completely ignored the servants telling him the lord was unavailable and should be visited another time. “I’m here to see my lord, and these kids think they can stop me….” Despite being well past seventy, Gyo Seokryun still retained the youthful appearance of a man in his thirties. He…
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- Seolyeong’s face twisted in an openly sour expression. Sahyeol Amje, now in the form of a child, had never looked more detestable. As if punching a hole in his chest wasn’t enough, now the bastard husband was trying to coax tears out of him. Every breath felt like it dragged a wave of emptiness from his lungs. The corners of his sharp eyes flushed hot pink. Still gripped by the hair, Seolyeong answered. “…I’ve always been the most beautiful person in the world.” Cry because it’d…
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