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Those who obey the heavens prosper, those who defy them perish. One must never dare to resist a god. Those belonging to the divine realm were meant only to serve and revere that will. For the sin of disregarding a sacred being, Tang Yujae became trapped in endless pleasure. In an instant, his lower body stiffened. The soles of his feet burned as if scorched, and even his limbs lost strength as though struck by paralysis, leaving him helpless and unable to escape. He groaned in torment, overwhelmed by…- 253.5 K • Completed
- A seductive hand gently caressed Seolyeong’s cheek. The air was thick with lust, an open invitation for carnal desire. Seolyeong, blinking as if his soul had left his body, finally managed to compose himself. He desperately tried to think of a way out. How can he overcome this predicament? But no matter how much he pondered, he couldn’t come up with a solution. With his skills, there was no way he could overpower the imugi. He’d be lucky to escape without being beaten half to death. Left with…
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- He was an elusive man. Seolyeong just couldn’t understand the way the sect leader thought. Even if he was the Madu who’d offered his heart to the Cheonma, this felt a bit excessive. Seolyeong thumped his chest in frustration and shot him a glare. “Just because human relationships turn corner on their own, it doesn’t mean they should be left to drift that way.” It was a rather, arrogant and defiant opening. Sahyeol Amje’s expression turned cold, but Seolyeong didn’t care. What. Why.…
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- Another cursed game of tag had begun. Chasing after Sahyeol Amje had Seolyeong tasting metal in his mouth. A man already in poor shape from yin energy was tearing through the sky like the Red Hare.1 His movement technique was fast. Even those legendary skills said to be reserved for peerless masters couldn’t cross the heavens at this speed. The confusion he had felt while watching the Forty-Eight Forms of the Flashstorm Sword had quickly faded. “Ha, Sect Leader…!” Only after reaching a…
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- The strange humming didn’t stop. Still riding the high from teasing Si Pungjae, Seolyeong cheerfully followed behind Nabisalsoo. Nabisalsoo, whose primary skill was sound-based martial arts, felt like his ears were rotting from the off-key tune. It was impressive how someone with such a terrible sense of pitch could hum so brazenly. The rear garden was filled with magnolia and peach trees, all covered in a thin layer of frost. In any ordinary forest, they would have bloomed in full, spreading a…
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- Clang! A blast of frost-like sword aura swept across the field. Tang Yujae spun lightly and launched another killing strike. The pinacle of swordsmanship, the Forty-Eight Forms of the Flashstorm Sword, descended. Only a warrior trained in the Murong clan would be able to clearly recognize the forms unfolding before them. Thunderstrikes Scattering the Clouds. The sword slashes down like lightning, driving the clouds apart. The scattered clouds descend as mist, while the shards of lightning split…
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- No man with any sense would ever let his children realize his sins. Seolyeong vividly recalled the moment when Si Pungwoob, overcome with rage, had shouted those words. The furious voice, denouncing the pervert of the Namgung clan and explaining what it meant to be “tainted,” still rang in his ears. Troubled, Seolyeong finally spoke. “Did you choose to fight Namgung Wook in the preliminaries… to punish Namgung Yuhyeon for his crimes?” Was that why Tang Yujae had allowed himself to be…
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- With their fingers intertwined, Tang Yujae held his gaze steady. The moonlight cast a soft glow over his face, shadows deepening the sharp lines of his features. When Seolyeong didn’t answer, he spoke again. “That thing’s always harsher to beings that aren’t human. If you’re worried it might hurt you, it’s better to keep your distance when the time comes.” The leader’s hand felt like ice. How had his body already weakened after receiving yang energy? Seolyeong unconsciously…
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- “There’s no need to treat me with luxury. I would appreciate it if you would refrain from humiliating me in public.” Seolyeong answered in a crisp, well-mannered tone like a scholar. If he’d been an ordinary sect member, he would’ve been dragged off to Akbindang and tortured on the spot, but Tang Yujae let it slide with surprising generosity. The bride straightened his back a little more and, emboldened by his husband’s mercy, continued firmly. “If you truly want the Gyeokroe-do,…
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- The Samasa of the demonic sect had a remarkable talent for reading others. There was no way he didn’t know exactly where a blood fiend, starved of human warmth, became most vulnerable. Yujae’s gaze lifted past Seolyeong to the early morning sky. A clear blue stretched overhead. No matter how often he saw it, the solemn shift from night to day never lost its weight. “Don’t worry.” ‘Time would keep passing, just like seasons after death.’ With a calm voice, he said, “I’ll make…
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