Hwan Bae-ho decided not to return with Namgung Jincheon but to head back slowly on his own.
Whether it was because he felt uneasy about using the family head as his means of transport, or if he truly wanted to stay behind to handle the aftermath of the monster outbreak, Seo-jun wasnât sure.
After a momentâs thought, he decided it didnât matter much and turned his attention to the clouds passing by with admiration.
âOoohâ¦â
Right now, Seo-jun was flying through the sky with Namgung Jincheonâs help. To be precise, he was floating in midair, rapidly flying thanks to Jincheonâs Sky-Walking Art.
When he looked over, he saw Jincheon also flying on top of his sword.
As Seo-jun lay back, basking in the thrill of flight, he clicked his tongue.
âWow, this speed is unreal!â
He wasnât joking; it felt like they were faster than an airplane.
The scenery rushed by underfoot, yet, thanks to Namgung Jincheon, he felt no wind resistance at all.
Although Jincheon hadnât explained it in detail, Seo-jun could sense the air was being sliced away before him, blocking all resistance and making it so he barely felt a breeze.
Seo-jun flipped around like an astronaut in zero gravity, chuckling to himself, and Jincheon nodded at him.
âOnce you reach the Flower Realm, Zhongyuan wonât feel so vast anymore. Well, itâs still big, but it feels a lot smaller than before.â
âSounds great.â
Jincheon gave a faint smile.
For some reason, that smile seemed somewhat bitter, and Seo-jun scratched his head.
Jincheon looked at him and spoke.
âIâve heard youâre helping out with the monster problem because youâre after some medicinal herbs and money?â
âYes, thatâs right.â
âIt wouldnât be difficult for me to offer those things, you knowâ¦â
âI heard itâs not good to be too indebted.â
âIndebted? I havenât even repaid the favors I owe my Sword God senior⦠Honestly, itâs the Namgung family thatâs indebted.â
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âSo, the herbs are for your sisterâs blocked meridians?â
âYou knew?â
It made sense. A martial artist of Jincheonâs caliber had seen Chun-bong directly and even examined her internal energy; it would be strange if he didnât know.
âHmm⦠However, itâs beyond my power to help. Itâs connected too deeply with her mind for even the Sword of the Heart to sever it without endangering her life.â
âYes, thatâs why Iâm leaving the critical parts for Chun-bong to resolve herself.â
Seo-jun briefly explained his plan to Jincheon.
His idea was to absorb the herbs himself, convert them into Yang energy, and then transfer that energy to Chun-bong through his Qi Transmission technique.
It was a bit complicated to explain in full, but that was the gist of it.
Jincheon tilted his head after hearing the explanation.
âIs that possible?â
âSorry, what?â
âHmm⦠Alright.â
âRight.â
Seo-jun wasnât exactly sure what he meant but nodded anyway.
âOh, by the way, this is off-topic. If I get caught using demonic energy later, can I drop your name?â
âDo as you please. Arenât you family now?â
âOhâ¦!â
Wow. My father-in-law is seriously cool.
The performance of the Flower Realm Taxi was impressive.
What took several days on the way there took less than half a day on the return to the Namgung family estate.
âWow.â
After dismounting in front of the main house, Seo-jun bid farewell to Jincheon and headed straight to his quarters.
He could barely stand it. He needed a dose of Chun-bong. At this rate, heâd suffer from deficiency-induced madness.
âGeum Chun-bongâ¦!â
He dashed into his quarters and flung the door open.
âSeems like you had a good trip.â
Namgung Sua greeted him with a sly smile.
âHuh? Whereâs Chun-bong? Why are you here, noona?â
âGeum isâ¦â
Sua, seemingly deep in thought, suddenly smiled mischievously and opened her arms.
âIf you give me a welcome hug, Iâll tell you.â
Suaâs intentions were clear. Seo-jun approached her with a determined step.
âOf course, itâs nice to see you too, noona.â
He extended his arms and embraced her lightly, butâ
âCome hereâ!â
Sua pulled him into a tight hug.
âHehe, I think Geum is out near the main gate.â
âUh⦠Yes.â
The overwhelming warmth enveloped him. His face buried in Suaâs chest, he could feel her warmth and softness.
The scent of her skin, the warmth, and the indescribable softnessâ¦
Seo-jun pulled back with a slight blush, surprised by how bold Sua had become in just a few days.
âOh my⦠Youâre healthy, arenât you?â
Suaâs eyes darted downwards, and Seo-jun quickly stepped back.
âP-pervertâ¦!â
âWhoâs the pervert here? I was just giving a welcoming hug.â
âWhatâ¦!â
So thatâs how it is, huh? Seo-jun glared at Suaâs chest, fuming.
âHmph⦠Just you wait!â
He left, muttering like a low-grade villain, and vanished quickly.
Watching him leave, Sua chuckled softly.
âSo cute.â
Is this the confidence of an older woman?
Seo-jun headed to the front gate, trying to cool his flushed face.
Heâd lost this time, but next time, things would be different.
Sharpening the blade of his revenge, he arrived at the front gate and saw Chun-bong.
âWhatâs she doing?â
Chun-bong was peeking from behind a pillar, glaring intensely at the gate.
Each time the gate opened, sheâd duck behind the pillar and peek out, scanning peopleâs faces before sighing.
Anyone could tell she was waiting for someone, and Seo-jun smirked.
âMy dear Chun-bongâ¦!â
His booming voice drew the attention of everyone nearby, and Chun-bong turned, eyes wide, and looked at him.
âWere you waiting for me?â
Seo-jun ran over and hugged her, and she snorted haughtily.
âAs if.â
âYeah, yeah. I know you, Chun-bong. I know what youâre thinking.â
âLike hell you do. You donât know anything.â
âDonât I? Want me to guess?â
As he locked eyes with her, she shrank back a little.
âWell, go ahead and guess.â
Seo-jun smiled as he looked into her eyes.
âYouâre craving Bing Tanghulu, arenât you?â
ââ¦Ugh, idiot.â
She sighed deeply, then relaxed in his arms.
With a soft chuckle, Seo-jun swayed her gently as he started walking back to the quarters.
âGeum, how about a date tomorrow?â
âDate? Whatâs that?â
âAh, you must have dozed off during English lessons.â
Chun-bong fell silent. Maybe it was true.
âLetâs go out tomorrow.â
âWhat are we going to do?â
âIâm not sure. We can do whatever you want, Chun-bong.â
At this, Chun-bong exhaled excitedly. She started giggling to herself, then looked at him with sudden curiosity.
âWhy so suddenly?â
âWhat do you mean? Your treatment will take some time, and I wonât see you while youâre recovering.â
It was truly an unbearable thought.
Inner Demons are never far off; they lurk in the everyday, always ready to pounce. Truly despicable creatures.
âOh, heavensâ¦!â
Ignoring Seo-junâs dramatic outburst, Chun-bong furrowed her brows.
âMmmâ¦â
After a momentâs thought, she nodded with a calm expression.
âAlright.â
Back in her quarters, Chun-bong sat, deep in thought.
The treatment for her blocked meridians. It was, of course, important.
She hadnât mentioned it to Seo-jun, but her body wasnât exactly normal.
Although sheâd improved enough to live without difficulty, she was seventeen and still hadnât had her first period.
âOnce my meridians are unblocked⦠everything will be fine, right?â
It was a serious matter. She bore the duty of continuing the Geum family line. If she was infertile, it would be a huge problem.
âHaâ¦â
Pregnancy⦠Her thoughts drifted to marriage.
For martial artists, late marriages werenât unusual. As their levels increased, so did their lifespans.
Even Namgung Jincheon married very late. By the time he reached the Flower Realm, he had to be at least a century old.
His wife was probably several hundred years younger than him.
But that was for men. For women, it was a bit different.
Even for martial artists, it was said that if a woman waited too long, the child might not be healthy.
Sheâd heard of a peak-level martial artist who looked young but had entered menopause and couldnât have children.
Though Chun-bong wasnât planning to delay that long, those were just her thoughts.
âThe more I think about it, the angrier I get.â
Suddenly furious, Chun-bong got up and threw herself at Seo-jun, who was sprawled on the floor.
âUghâ¦! Whatâwhatâs this for?â
âJust die!â
âWhy!?â
Though Seo-jun pouted at the beating, Chun-bong felt justified.
That guy deserved a beating or two.
âIf thatâs the case, I have no choice.â
While she treated her meridians, who knew what might happen.
His face was unnecessarily good-looking, which made her even more uneasy. If only he were an ugly guy, sheâd feel more at ease. Plus, he was capable, which made it worse.
This wasnât rose-colored glasses; it was an objective fact. At least, thatâs how Chun-bong saw it.
âYes⦠Tomorrow, Iâll have to make my mark.â
Thump, thump, her heart pounded. Chun-bong clenched her trembling hands and glared at Seo-jun.
âJust you wait.â
âWh-what? Seriously, whatâs going on?â
Seo-jun felt wronged.
The next day.
After getting some sightseeing recommendations for Anhui from Namgung Sua, Chun-bong stepped out with a bright smile.
âWow, Bing Tanghulu!â
She giggled, sitting on Seo-junâs shoulders, kicking her legs wildly.
âCome on, giddy-up!â
âNeigh!â
With a hearty laugh, Chun-bong thought.
âI can make my mark later tonight.â
For now, sheâd just focus on having fun.
This moment was too enjoyable for any other thoughts.