Martial Arts Ain't Anything Special-Chapter 66: Breasts (1)

I learned a lesson.

Check your surroundings carefully before saying bullshit.

But wait, isn’t it wrong to eavesdrop so creepily? Shit that’s pissing me off.

Well, anyway.

Shaolin martial arts are Shaolin martial arts, and no matter what, blurting out ‘So what if I’m the Heavenly Demon?’ seemed like madness.

It was true that once you reach the Transcendent Realm you can act a bit recklessly, but clashing with all of Shaolin was on another level entirely.

Seojun scratched his head innocently, widening his eyes like he knew nothing.

“What am I supposed to explain?”

The reverse bald monk Ji-am narrowed his eyes as he approached Seojun.

“Benefactor, this humble one certainly perceived demonic qi in this vicinity.”

“Wasn’t that because of this guy?”

Seojun pointed at the Soul-Stealing Demon with his head smashed in.

Ji-am examined the corpse closely and broke into a cold sweat.

“Amitabha... Nevertheless, certain matters remain suspicious. We made haste in pursuing the Soul-Stealing Demon to this location. Do you mean to say you vanquished him in such brief time, benefactor?”

“I mean, yeah? It’s not like this old man suddenly committed suicide.”

“Then do tell, why did you call yourself the Heavenly Demon?”

“Me? When? Didn’t you mishear? I said I was a Heavenly Genius.”

“Hmm.”

Ji-am frowned and pressed his lips together. His gaze was sharp.

At that moment, Hyeun, who had come with him, stepped forward.

“Fourth Uncle, this one cannot be a demonic practitioner. Have you not heard of his title, Mad Hungry Wolf? Moreover, the young lady of the Namgung Clan was here too.”

“But you witnessed it as well. He clearly wielded demonic qi.”

“That’s...”

This time Hyeun fell silent.

Ji-am widened his eyes and approached Seojun closely.

“Though it may be discourteous, might I examine your wrist?”

“My wrist?”

Is he planning to check my inner qi?

It’s extremely rude among martial artists, but I actually welcome it. There’s no way he’ll find any demonic qi.

Just as Seojun was about to extend his wrist, Namgung Suah, who had been listening quietly, stepped forward. Her eyes trembled slightly, seeming a bit angry.

“...Monk, what manner of rudeness is this? To demand a martial artist show their wrist based on mere suspicion?”

“It is the surest way to confirm.”

“Are you doubting the Namgung Clan now?”

“That is not my intent. But if there is nothing to hide, why not show the wrist?”

“Where’s the guarantee you won’t harm this Young Expert?”

“Are you suggesting Shaolin cannot be trusted?”

A chilling gaze passed between Ji-am and Namgung Suah.

Seojun, who had been listening quietly, scratched his head.

The tone was relatively polite, but listening deeper, it was just childish bickering like, ‘Are you doubting me?’

Seojun stepped back slightly and poked Chunbong’s side.

“Eek!?”

“Oops, you scared me. Your reactions are pretty good today, Chunbong.”

“You bastard, can’t you see how serious the situation is?”

“So what? I don’t mind being checked?”

Shaolin? Even if Ji-am’s grandfather came, he couldn’t detect demonic qi that’s already merged with the primordial qi.

It’s only natural. It was no longer demonic qi anyway.

But it would be awkward to go now and offer his wrist for inspection.

Namgung Suah stepped up for him, so doing that would be a bit...

“If the benefactor insists thus, Shaolin has no choice but to question your intentions.”

“The Namgung Clan will not stand idle.”

“This is Henan. Shaolin’s territory, not Namgung’s. Moreover, Shaolin has no intention of persecuting the benefactor based on mere suspicion. There need be no friction with the Namgung Clan.”

“If this isn’t persecution, then what is it?”

Or not? Maybe he should step in?

Seojun approached Namgung Suah slightly and patted her shoulder.

“Big sis.”

“Young Expert?”

“It’s okay, don’t get too worked up. If your head gets too hot, you’ll go bald.”

In that sense, Shaolin had the upper hand in this argument.

The bald ones have no more hair to lose.

“But...”

“Come on, I said it’s fine.”

When Seojun pulled her slightly forcefully, she came without resistance.

“Oh my...”

And wasn’t she subtly adding her own strength to nestle into his arms? She’s quite honest with her desires.

“If the Young Expert says so...”

Namgung Suah slightly opened her eyes, coldly glaring at Ji-am with those blue eyes before quietly stepping back.

I’m grateful she’s standing up for me like this even after seeing me use demonic qi.

I should explain to her properly later.

From Seojun’s perspective, the reason Ji-am was being somewhat gentlemanly was largely due to Namgung Suah’s presence.

Even Shaolin couldn’t easily dismiss the prestige of the Namgung Clan.

Even without her, they would have let it go somehow since they couldn’t find demonic qi, but if that were the case, their methods might have been a bit rougher.

If he accidentally smashed Ji-am’s head in a mistake, it would really be a big problem.

He owed Namgung Suah quite a bit in various ways.

“A wise decision, benefactor.”

As Seojun stepped forward, Ji-am, who had been arguing earnestly just moments ago, calmly put his palms together.

He really is remarkable, now that I think about it. This is exactly how a murim master should be.

Older murim masters can’t help but be stubborn old men, but perhaps because he’s a monk who has cultivated himself, he’s not completely unreasonable.

This much is...

Then Seojun suddenly became afraid of his own future. A stubborn old Heavenly Demon. It would be nothing short of a disaster.

“But I have one condition.”

“What is it? If reasonable, I shall accept.”

“If you don’t find any demonic qi, let me touch your head.”

“My head...?”

Ji-am frowned but soon nodded.

He seemed somewhat confident.

“Very well. Let it be so.”

“You promise?”

Seojun grinned and extended his wrist.

“Go ahead. Do as you wish.”

*There was obviously no way he would find demonic qi.

“How can this be...”

Ji-am’s confused inner qi thoroughly examined Seojun’s body.

Seojun naturally guided it to prevent it from detecting the inner core.

He didn’t know for sure, but an ordinary martial artist probably wouldn’t have an inner core inside them.

While gently guiding Ji-am’s inner qi and secretly snatching a part of it using the Supreme Law of Essence Absorption to analyze, it didn’t take long for Seojun to understand what Buddhist inner qi felt like.

How underwhelming.

It wasn’t that Shaolin’s martial arts were inferior. Ji-am’s inner qi was heavy and solemn, certainly praiseworthy.

But Seojun didn’t particularly like Buddhist inner qi.

It lacks the cute charm.

Maybe because he had just experienced the obedient and cute demonic qi, this felt like a gruff man and wasn’t appealing at all.

He could use it if he wanted, but he didn’t feel like putting in the effort to analyze Ji-am’s cultivation method.

“...I cannot sense any demonic qi whatsoever. This humble monk appears to have made a mistake.”

“See?”

Seojun grinned as he withdrew his wrist from Ji-am’s grasp.

Ji-am broke into a cold sweat, clearly uncomfortable, but that wasn’t Seojun’s concern.

“Is this enough?”

“Indeed. By the way, benefactor’s achievements are truly remarkable. To reach the Transcendent Realm at such a young age. If word spreads, the entire martial world will surely be astounded.”

“Are you going to spread rumors?”

“Certainly not. Shaolin will never speak of the benefactor’s personal matters.”

“I see.”

Seojun grinned.

“Then now... You know, right?”

Ji-am closed his mouth.

Heheh, Seojun let out a wicked laugh and spread his right hand wide.

“Come on, let me touch your head.”

“Ugh...”

Veins popped on Ji-am’s smooth scalp.

Having his head touched by a junior so far below him? It couldn’t help but wound his pride as a murim elder.

Pat!

Seojun tapped Ji-am’s head.

“Ooh.”

Pat pat!

“Hmm.”

Slap!

“So it’s like this...”

Maybe because he used a bit more force, a red handprint was left on Ji-am’s head.

“Ah, right. Big sis, want to touch it too? It’s a bit slippery so it feels weird, but not too bad.”

“Fufu, I’m fine. Instead of that bald head, could I touch the Young Expert’s head?”

“Uh... maybe later.”

Why was she emphasizing the word bald so much?

It seemed she didn’t like Ji-am very much.

“Chunbong, how about you?”

“I’m good too. I’m satisfied from touching it last time.”

“Hmm.”

Pat pat pat!

Seojun quickly tapped Ji-am’s head one last time before withdrawing his hand.

His veiny head with the red handprint looked like a takoyaki.

“Pfft...”

Chunbong’s laughter could be heard from behind.

Seojun smiled awkwardly and slightly put his palms together.

“I’m done, monk.”

“...If you say. Then I shall be leaving now.”

Ji-am disappeared quickly. It was a mysterious movement technique as if floating in the air.

“Benefactor.”

“Ah, Monk Hyeun.”

“Though my Fourth Uncle can be stubborn at times, he is undoubtedly a good person. I was worried you may misunderstand...”

“No, it’s fine. Everything’s cleared up.”

Well, it’s not really a misunderstanding either.

Seojun raised his right hand and snapped his fingers in the air.

Hyeun smiled strangely and put his palms together.

“Then I’ll see you again, benefactor. It seems our fate isn’t over with this.”

“Yep, take care.”

He had left.

Seojun waved at his retreating figure, then grinned and looked up at the sky.

The dark sky, only visible in patches through the dense trees.

It was already night.

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“Should we just camp out and go to the inn tomorrow?”

“What...!”

Chunbong, who had somehow picked up his speech habits, cried out.

“I hate bugs!”

“Big brother will chase them all away.”

“Ugh...”

And so it was decided.

*Seojun found a relatively flat spot and waved his hand.

Crash!

The trees were smashed.

At the cost of terrible environmental destruction, they obtained a comfortable campsite.

Now accustomed to it, Seojun lit a campfire and spoke while watching Namgung Suah cook.

“Come to think of it, big sis, I don’t think I told you.”

“Yes?”

“I’m actually a genius.”

It wasn’t a particularly long tale.

Another world, meeting Chunbong, his talent. He calmly unfolded these stories while Chunbong beside him gaped.

“W-Wait... You told her all that...?”

“She probably already knew you were from the Divine Sword Geum Clan. That’s not more important than this, right?”

“I mean, it isn’t...? Nothing much happens if that’s found out. I’m just hiding it just in case...”

“What?”

He had thought she knew Geum Chunbong was Geum Chunbong, so he just opened up completely, but he didn’t expect she didn’t really care if anyone found out that information.

As he stared blankly at Chunbong, Namgung Suah gracefully approached Seojun.

“Young Expert...”

She lowered her eyes pitifully and came behind Seojun, placing her huge breasts on top of his head.

“Weight of Mount Tai.”

“What...”

Weight of Mount Tai. Mount Tai pressing down on his head. Literally.

What... is this...?

While Seojun was blankly pondering the truth of all creation, Namgung Suah hugged his head.

“It must have been hard. Thank you for telling me.”

Squish, his mind went blank from the sensation, warmth, and fragrance.

Chunbong could only blankly feel her own chest watching the two of them.

Pat pat.

In the empty night sky, only a hollow sound echoed desolately.