Martial Arts Ain't Anything Special-Chapter 103: Chunbong Returns (2)

As the woman introduced herself as Hidden Sword in Darkness, Seojun guided her to a seat and sat down opposite her.

The reason for his normal reception wasn’t anything special.

Though she was concealing her presence, he couldn’t sense any particular malice in her qi.

Above all, it was amusing to see her panic when she realized he had noticed her while she was hesitating outside.

“Hidden Sword in Darkness... Do you have a name besides your title?”

“Fufu, that’s not something you should ask a lady. Secrets are part of a woman’s charm, you know.”

“Uh... is that so? Don’t you think that if you’re too mysterious, you might end up becoming a real mystery?”

People who keep too many secrets become untrustworthy, and that’s how they end up with a growing list of those who want them dead.

Seojun placed a properly brewed tea in front of the woman, who gave him a slight eye-smile and put the cup to her lips.

“I’m quite confident in my ability to escape.”

The Fist King, who had been watching her with some dissatisfaction, said to Seojun.

“Haven’t you heard the title Hidden Sword in Darkness? A famous assassin. A strange creature, rich yet acts like a beggar.”

“Oh, that’s hip.”

“You’ve been using weird words since earlier. What the hell do they mean?”

The answer came from Hidden Sword in Darkness.

“My, you’re quite open-minded as well? I like that. After seeing only stuffy old men, meeting a man like you feels like a breath of fresh air.”

She chuckled and took something out from her bosom. Brown beans in a glass bottle. Seojun’s eyes widened.

“That’s...!”

“Fufufu, I knew you’d like it. It’s coffee that was extremely difficult to obtain. I’ll give it to you as a gift since I like you.”

“Wow, really? Thank you!”

Seojun grinned and took the coffee. When Chunbong comes out, we’ll have to drink it together with big sis.

Watching him, Hidden Sword in Darkness grumbled.

“I really can’t stand those anti-foreigners. If there’s something good, we should use it. Look at this place too. Sitting around with candles lit. What’s the point when there are electric lights that turn on with just a switch?”

“Huh, what? Electric lights? They exist?”

“Yes? You didn’t know? Wait, you know what electric lights are but didn’t know they existed? That’s strange.”

“Where do you get electricity without power plants?”

“The Zhuge Clan makes qi jade. If you get ones containing lightning qi, they last quite a while.”

“Wow...”

Seojun was surprised but glanced at Pae Jingwang. He looked quite displeased. When their eyes met, he started spouting old-fashioned complaints.

“Why use things made by foreigners? There’s nothing inconvenient about how we live now.”

“Ugh, retard.”

“Hey! How dare you call me a retard!”

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“Sir, enough. Please clean up the wall fragments you broke and go to sleep.”

“Woops, tsk... Young people these days...”

Pae Jingwang grumbled as he began clearing the broken wall fragments.

Watching him, Hidden Sword in Darkness gaped, “Heh...”

“To think I’d witness such a scene. Treating the Fist King so casually...”

“It’s not that impressive. We’re all the same people living like this.”

“I don’t think that’s true.”

She smiled awkwardly. Seojun chuckled and said.

“By the way... Sister Darkness?”

“...What did you call me?”

“Well, Hidden Sword in Darkness is too long.”

She glared slightly at Seojun.

“Just call me Yehwa.”

“Oh, is that your real name?”

“Of course it’s an alias.”

She snorted. Seojun asked.

“Anyways, what brings you here? You mentioned having news?”

“Ah, right. Look at me.”

Yehwa carefully spread a qi barrier. A faint darkness flowed out, seeming to envelop the surroundings.

As he looked around curiously at the slightly darkened environment, she spoke.

“An assassination request was placed with me by the Blood Crow Sect who are targeting you.”

Assassination request. At those words, Seojun thought of the night visitors who had been coming whenever they felt like it for the past few days.

They haven’t been coming lately. Is she the replacement?

Seojun scratched his head.

“Is that so? But why tell me?”

“I have no intention of dying so stupidly. Seeing you now, I believe I made a wise choice.”

“Aha, I see.”

“However sitting around after rejecting the request made me uneasy. I thought I might move elsewhere. To do that, I need to make a good impression on the landlord, right?”

Yehwa winked, Seojun’s eyes widening.

“You want to get hired by the Namgung Clan?”

“What? You think I’m crazy? I just thought Anhui would be a nice place to live.”

“Ah, Anhui. I thought...”

“Anyway, we might see each other occasionally. Take care of me the next time we meet?”

“Uh-huh. I’ll wish for your success.”

“If this business is too successful, won’t the Namgung Clan try to kill me?”

“Uh... then stay healthy?”

“Fufu, you’re an interesting man.”

Yehwa giggled and wrapped herself in darkness.

“Well, I just dropped by to say that.”

Her figure disappeared without a trace.

“Then, see you again sometime?”

Only her voice lingered where she had vanished. It was quite fascinating. A technique that would guarantee success if she performed in a magic show.

Unfortunately, Seojun could clearly see her figure since this was a technique using inner qi.

Her body melted into the darkness, silently climbing out the window...

Oh man.

As he stared at her, their eyes soon met. Her eyes darted all over the place.

Wow, this must be super embarrassing for her.

He thought about pretending not to see, but that might be even more awkward now, so he waved.

“Take care.”

Whoosh! She blasted off at lightning speed.

Is she really an assassin? She seems extremely careless.

Regardless, her Shadow Concealment Technique is quite excellent. Creating a Shadow Concealment Technique based on that might be rather useful...

But that’s for later.

“Yaaawn... Oh man, I’m tired.”

Seojun crawled into bed, yawning.

“Sir, please go to bed now too, for heaven’s sake.”

“What a strange fellow.”

Pae Jingwang also returned to his room through the hole in the wall.

But the hole was so large that his bed was in full view.

He laid down on his bed, grinning and waving his hand.

“Sleep well.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake.”

Seojun waved back halfheartedly and turned away.

Whatever, soon we’ll be in Hefei.

In his dream, a chubby-cheeked Chunbong ran to him and jumped into his arms.

*A rumor had been circulating in Hefei recently.

There was a beautiful fairy with sorrowful eyes gazing out the window on the top floor of the Blue Light Inn!

Since the top floor was only accessible after ordering quite expensive dishes, the inn owner was delighted with the screams of joy from customers who came after hearing the rumor.

Neung Yukang was also one of those who had heard the rumor.

He had reached the Peak Realm at a young age with his outstanding talent and support of his sect and was overflowing with confidence.

I can have any woman I desire.

Confident in his appearance as well, he often thought that he could even pluck the Flower of Namgung if he so wished.

But today, all of those thoughts were completely erased.

Although he thought the talk of a fairy was them exaggerating like usual, when he visited the Blue Light Inn, there was indeed a fairy.

Otherworldly beauty. Truly, she must be a fairy descended from heaven. For the first time in a long while, his heart was beating so loudly.

Neung Yukang stared at the woman’s face, enchanted by her.

If one were to carve a flower from ice, would it look like her? The cold atmosphere made a corner of his heart cool, yet her beauty was so alluring that he unconsciously reached out.

The hint of cuteness in her impression was likely due to the baby fat that hadn’t fully disappeared.

A flaw in near-perfect beauty, and yet even that created a harmony that made the heart of the one watching race.

What would she look like in the future when that baby fat was gone?

Nung Yoogang approached her, bewitched.

“Young lady.”

Glance. The woman’s eyes rolled slightly to look at him. That cold gaze felt like an electric current running up his spine and searing his brain.

“May I buy you a drink?”

“No thank you.”

Ah...! Even her voice is beautiful!

Hiding his nervous inner thoughts, Neung Yukang naturally sat down opposite the woman.

“Don’t be like that, how about a light drink?”

At his action, the eyes of the men around shot toward him like daggers.

How dare you approach the fairy lady...! They made a fuss but didn’t have the guts to actually approach and say anything. Pathetic men.

Neung Yukang smiled victoriously and subtly materialized inner qi over his hand.

“Indeed, that’s the kind of man I am. In the martial world, I am known by the far too generous title of Swift Lightning Hand.”

Flash! His hand moved quickly, aiming for the liquor bottle in front of the woman, but she moved the bottle all too easily and avoided his hand.

“Huh...?”

Though surprised, he didn’t let his expression falter.

“Ha-haha...! You’re impressive. So you’re also a martial artist...”

“Why aren’t you leaving?”

The woman, Chunbong, was starting to get pissed off.

She brought the liquor bottle directly to her lips. Since she could barely drink alcohol, inside was a sweet beverage.

Something made from sugarcane and as sweet as tanghulu, which Chunbong absolutely adored.

Gulp. After moistening her throat with the refreshing drink, she glared at Neung Yukang coldly.

“I’ll give you three seconds. Get lost.”

“Haha, young lady. Don’t be like that...”

“Three.”

“I say this not with any ulterior motives.”

Two, one. By the time she finished counting, Nung Yoogang was still sitting shamelessly.

“I wished not to say this, but I am quite an extraordinary person. You certainly will not regret sharing a drink with me today...”

Crack!

Something flew in from outside the window.

Neung Yukang stiffly looked at the table in front of him. The spot where his hand had been was gone despite his hand being completely unharmed.

“Uh...”

He sensed it. This was a Master. One he couldn’t handle.

Neung Yukang looked out the window. A man was approaching, walking on air.

With each step, plum blossoms bloomed. He trampled the blooming petals as he neared, then casually squatted in mid-air and looked at Neung Yukang.

“Hey, Chunbong told you to get lost.”

“Chun... bong?”

“Disrespectful bastard. How dare you casually call my Chunbong by her name?”

The approaching hand grabbed his collar.

“W-Wait... Please don’t...”

Whoosh! Neung Yukang’s body flew through the air.

“Waaah...!”

He screamed as he was thrown out the window, flying far away.

Seojun dusted off his hands, plopped down in the seat where Neung Yukang had been, and looked at Chunbong.

“B-Big brother...”

She had a dazed gaze as she looked at him, countless emotions in her trembling eyes. The corners of Seojun’s lips rose sharply upon seeing that.

It was his Chunbong, whom he hadn’t seen in a long time. She had certainly matured, probably because her blocked meridians had fully healed.

She didn’t seem to have grown much taller and was still tiny, but not unusually short for a woman.

A beauty that anyone would praise. She was still flat-chested and even still had her chubby cheeks, making it even better.

Indeed, a Chunbong without a flat chest isn’t Chunbong. In that respect, this was an ideal evolution.

The only thing he worried about was that she would no longer play with him now that she was all grown up... but his Chunbong would never do that.

“Yo, Miss Geum.”

His mood was soaring. There was so much he wanted to say, but precisely because there was too much, he couldn’t organize his thoughts.

So he just briefly uttered.

“You’re alive...! My chubby cheeks!”

“Hey, you asshole!”

Chunbong threw her cup at him.