12dz Chapter 438 : The Villain’s Demise (2)
Chapter 438 : The Villain’s Demise (2)
Chapter 438: The Villain’s Demise (2)
Mo Biyoung pulled Bukri Sehee’s grumbling face into her chest.
“Tch! Are you flaunting your big chest, Second Sister? I can’t breathe.”
Mo Biyoung murmured.
“I know you tore off your fingernails but still endured the pain and used your sound arts for us. If it weren’t for you, we couldn’t have killed the Glass Saintess. You did well.”
As Mo Biyoung praised her, Bukri Sehee’s eyes welled up.
“Even if my fingers wear down to nothing, I don’t want you two to get hurt.”
“I know.”
As Mo Biyoung patted her on the back, Jeong Minji smiled.
Seeing the two women, whom she had come to care for as much as Jeong Suji and Jeong Daji, filled her with pride.
Cheong Geommin smiled in satisfaction as he watched the two women flushed with arousal from the Unwed Elixir.
However, Namgung Yoo, whose internal energy was refined and deep, seemed to be suppressing the drug’s effect and kept glaring at Cheong Geommin from time to time.
Fearing the women might bite their tongues and take their own lives, Cheong Geommin had sealed their pressure points.
Thus, all Namgung Yoo could do now was glare at him like she wanted to kill him.
“This place might be a little shabby for us to make love, but don’t you think it has some charm?”
Cheong Geommin had entered a small hunting shack built for passing hunters to rest.
It was roughly made of loosely assembled wood, hardly scenic.
Feeling proud, Cheong Geommin looked at the flushed Namgung Yoo and Hoi Unkyung.
“This drug, you see… I originally bought it with a lot of money to use on that mighty Jegal Cheongyeong. I planned to make her my woman. But I never imagined I’d end up using it on the two of you instead.”
Cheong Geommin had long harbored feelings for Jegal Cheongyeong, but to her, he was merely an occasional visitor to her clan.
So this time, he left his family with the intention of making her his by force using an aphrodisiac.
He never imagined it would come in handy in this way, which made him even happier.
Since Hoi Unkyung lacked internal energy, the drug spread faster through her system, causing her to tear her clothes and cling to Cheong Geommin.
“Heung! Heung!”
Hoi Unkyung was already beyond reason.
“I told you, didn’t I? This drug can only be neutralized by sleeping with a thousand men. You can look forward to it.”
With a sinister grin, Cheong Geommin loosened his waistband and pulled down his trousers.
As he grabbed Hoi Unkyung’s chest, he looked over at Namgung Yoo and said,
“First, I’ll take care of this bitch. Then we’ll see if your eyes still have that venomous glare. I bet you’ll be the one clinging to my crotch harder than her.”
Namgung Yoo wanted to bite her tongue and die right then, but with her pressure points sealed, she couldn’t even move her jaw.
She couldn’t make a sound. The injustice of it all was unbearable.
All she could do was resent the heavens for allowing such a thing to happen.
She only wished to die, thinking that would be easier than enduring this shame.
‘Even if I survive this, how could I ever face Hwarin or anyone else after being defiled like this?’
At that moment, the face that came to mind first wasn’t her comrades’, but Yong Hwarin’s. She let out a bitter smile.
And that thought brought forth an overwhelming lust she couldn’t control.
Namgung Yoo shut her eyes.
Hoi Unkyung’s body trembled as she responded to Cheong Geommin’s touch—it was like watching her own fate moments away.
“Uwahaha! Why don’t you watch?! No—don’t! Maybe just hearing it will stir your lust even more.”
Cheong Geommin could no longer endure the pressure from his fully erect manhood and pushed Hoi Unkyung down.
Just as he was about to penetrate her secret place, a chilling sensation pierced the back of his neck.
“Huh?!”
He looked up and saw a man glaring at him with murderous intent.
The throbbing erection he had moments ago shriveled up in terror.
“Y-Yong Hwarin!”
Yong Hwarin, his hand bleeding, scanned Hoi Unkyung and Namgung Yoo with burning eyes.
He had rushed over using Floating Wind Steps, his palms tearing open in the process—not that he had time to feel the pain.
Had anything happened to Namgung Yoo or Hoi Unkyung, he would’ve lived with eternal regret.
The mere thought that Hoi Unkyung might have been violated if not for the Floating Wind Steps made his head spin.
In that moment, he was truly grateful to Joheon, the man who had taught him the technique.
Cheong Geommin fled without even pulling up his trousers.
But he didn’t get far—before he could even run a few steps, he came face-to-face with Yong Hwarin and recoiled in fear.
He tried to run the other way, but each time, Yong Hwarin was already there, blocking his path.
Of course, with Floating Wind Steps, it was impossible to track his movements.
“You will witness hell with your own eyes while still alive.”
Yong Hwarin’s voice was like he was talking to a close friend, but his words made Cheong Geommin collapse on the spot.
“S-spare me, Master Yong!”
In that moment, Cheong Geommin saw him not as a man but as a reaper from hell.
The killing intent radiating from his body reeked of death.
Yong Hwarin hadn’t expected Cheong Geommin to drop to his knees and beg, so he stared blankly at him for a moment.
“One thing’s certain. You’re so healthy, you’ll live a very, very long time. I’ll make sure of it. I’ll even raise your internal energy to twice what it is now.”
His words were strange.
One would think he should want to kill Cheong Geommin on the spot, yet he spoke of making him healthier and stronger?
Cheong Geommin began to wonder if Yong Hwarin had lost his mind.
“Oh, don’t doubt me. I’m serious. I won’t kill you. You’ll live a long, long life—without your limbs. I plan to sever every one of them. No, not just your limbs. All five. That filthy thing between your legs counts too.”
Cheong Geommin truly began to beg now.
“S-spare me, Master Yong!”
Survival was all that mattered now.
“If you wanted to live, you shouldn’t have done something like this. And I already told you—I’ll let you live. But that life will be a living hell.”
Whoosh!
A gust of wind brushed past both of Cheong Geommin’s ears.
Then, a sudden lightness in his shoulders.
“Urgh!”
Both his arms had been severed without even a shred of pain. He opened his eyes wide in shock.
He wanted to scream, but without pain, all he could do was stare in disbelief.
Soon, he realized he couldn’t move a single muscle.
‘When did he seal my points?’
Too terrified to think straight, Cheong Geommin hadn’t even realized Yong Hwarin had used Dragon Scale Finger to seal his meridians.
So precise was the technique that not a drop of blood leaked from the severed arms.
“I’ve pressed on your nerves temporarily, so you won’t feel pain—yet. But that’ll change soon.”
Yong Hwarin stabbed his sword into Cheong Geommin’s thigh.
Then, slowly, as if slicing meat, he cut through the leg.
“D-don’t…”
Seeing it with his own eyes, Cheong Geommin nearly fainted.
Yong Hwarin cut the other leg in the same manner, then moved his blade toward the groin.
“N-no, please! I-I beg you. You’ve already taken my arms and legs. Please, Master Yong, spare me! I’m begging you!”
Cheong Geommin pleaded desperately.
Yong Hwarin shook his head.
“Those two women over there likely begged you the same way. But I’m sure you crushed their pleas without a second thought. So don’t expect me to grant yours. I want you to live and experience what hell truly means.”
And starting from the testicles, he cleanly sliced off the entire loathsome thing.
“I’d cut out your tongue too, if I could. But I’ll leave it—so you can live in repentance.”
Cheong Geommin screamed at the top of his lungs.
“How am I supposed to live like this?! I’ll die within a month in this condition! Everything you said is a lie!”
Yong Hwarin smirked.
“No, it’s not a lie. I’ll make it so you live a long, healthy life.”
Yong Hwarin pulled out a spiritual pill made from Yong Hwarin’s Millennium Cold Jade Water.
He shoved it into Cheong Geommin’s mouth.
“P-poison?!”
“No, it’s a spiritual pill. At the very least, it’ll give you ten years’ worth of internal energy. On top of that, I’ll use True Qi Guidance to help you build up nearly twenty years’ worth of energy. That way, you’ll stay perfectly healthy until the day you die.”
Yong Hwarin moved behind Cheong Geommin and helped circulate the energy of the spiritual pill into internal energy.
Then he infused the energy of the Realm of Self-Existence to heal the wounds where his limbs had been severed.
A moment later, Yong Hwarin said to Cheong Geommin:
“Your cultivation level is probably far higher than before now. Seeing the world from a higher realm with no arms or legs—must be a whole new perspective.”
Yong Hwarin was right.
Cheong Geommin, now with internal energy stronger than ever, felt light and refreshed.
But what did it matter?
He had become a cripple, missing all his limbs.
That made it even more agonizing.
His body was stronger and healthier than ever—yet he was expected to live without arms and legs. That was no different from torture.
“Just kill me! Please! Kill me! I don’t want to live like this!”
He screamed in despair, but Yong Hwarin only stared at him silently.
Then he spoke.
“You really are noisy. If I cut out your entire tongue, I’d be breaking my word. So I’ll only carve out half.”
“N-no, don’t. Please!”
Yong Hwarin approached Cheong Geommin, gripped his jaw, and pulled his tongue out.
Then, instead of cutting across, he sliced it vertically—splitting it like a snake’s tongue—and removed the right half.
“Uuwaaaaargh!”
“This level of pain might be enough to make you truly repent, don’t you think?”
The pain of cauterizing his tongue followed—but no blood flowed.
Thanks to the pressure points sealed with Dragon Scale Finger, only pain surged through him.
His face twisted with tears and snot, but he couldn’t even wipe it away.
Though he had acted cruelly, Yong Hwarin didn’t feel a shred of pity.
Sigh... I really am ruthless.
A momentary feeling of sympathy arose, but vanished when he looked at the two women.
“Heung! Do something to me, please! Heung!”
Hearing the moans of the two women, who had lost all reason, ignited Yong Hwarin’s rage once again.
He wanted to punish Cheong Geommin even more severely.
They looked like their meridians might rupture and kill them at any moment.
With a conflicted expression, Yong Hwarin looked at the crawling forms of Hoi Unkyung and Namgung Yoo, then grabbed them by the waist and bolted into the forest.
Almost blindly, he dashed through the woods in search of a place to hide.
To detoxify the drug affecting the two women, he needed a quiet and secluded spot.
Luckily, Yong Hwarin found a small Guan Yu Shrine.
He entered and gently laid the women down.
“This is a problem.”
Normally, even if someone was affected by an aphrodisiac, they could expel the drug’s energy through circulation of qi.
But that only worked if the person’s mind remained intact enough to control their qi.
Namgung Yoo, too, was completely overtaken by the drug and rubbing her own body.
In this state, expelling the drug with qi was impossible.
And to do it through intercourse without their consent—that was unacceptable.
“What should I do?!”
While Yong Hwarin hesitated, Namgung Yoo grabbed his ankle.
She knew it was Yong Hwarin who had brought her here—and with that realization, there was no more hesitation in her.
“Hwarin.”
She called his name in a faint, trembling voice.
“Ayoo.”
Namgung Yoo suddenly asked him a question.
“Hwarin… is it really you?”
“Yes, it’s me.”
But Namgung Yoo thought she might be hallucinating and mistaking Cheong Geommin for Yong Hwarin.
Under the influence of the Unwed Elixir, she might be seeing the man she wanted to see.
“Then I’ll ask you one question.”
“Go ahead.”
“When did I ever tell you I loved you?”
“You never did.”
Hearing that, Namgung Yoo became certain—the one replying was truly Yong Hwarin.
If it were Cheong Geommin, he would’ve seized the chance to say something sweet.
Watching Yong Hwarin hesitate, Namgung Yoo could tell what he was thinking.
“Hwarin, listen carefully. Either kill us or take us. There are only those two choices now. We’ll follow your will.”
As soon as she said that, her head lolled back as though she were about to pass out.
Hearing her words, Yong Hwarin made up his mind.
What Ayoo meant by that was—if I take them, they won’t resent me.
Understanding Namgung Yoo’s intent, Yong Hwarin let out a long sigh.
He extended his senses to scan the surroundings, ensuring there were no signs of movement, then set up a Qi Barrier to block the women's moans from leaking out.
Then, Yong Hwarin loosened his waistband.