“Well, I have something to say…”
Namgung Su-a stepped into the room. Chun-bong, who had been checking Seo-jun’s luggage to make sure he packed properly, lifted her head slightly.
“Unni?”
“Ah, Geum is here too?”
“Yeah. Why? What’s up?”
“No, it’s nothing like that…”
Namgung Su-a smiled bashfully and gently grabbed Seo-jun’s sleeve.
“Huh.”
But her smile wasn’t the same as usual. It had a hint of disappointment—no, more like she was slightly pouting.
“I figured you’d forget about the wish again.”
“Ah.”
Seo-jun couldn’t help but marvel at his own memory. Even a goldfish would’ve remembered this by now…!
“So I’ll just use it myself.”
“What?”
“Why? Got a problem with that?”
Seo-jun didn’t dare claim ownership over the wish.
“Nope…”
In the blink of an eye, what had definitely been his wish was transferred to someone else.
As Seo-jun pouted, Namgung Su-a giggled.
“Then I’ll use it now?”
“Sure. What are you gonna use it for?”
Honestly, most things didn’t even need a wish. If she just asked, he’d probably do it. What kind of wish needed this much buildup?
Seo-jun stared at Namgung Su-a, and she suddenly grabbed his collar.
“What the….”
He felt like his collar was getting grabbed more often these days.
Was this really okay? While Seo-jun hesitated, Namgung Su-a leaned in closer.
“Close your eyes.”
“Huh?”
“Forget it if you don’t want to.”
Before their lips touched, her chest pressed lightly against his. The soft, evolved sensation gently squeezed Seo-jun’s chest.
“Hngh…!”
And then, their lips met. Seo-jun’s eyes widened as his lips were stolen while wide open.
Chun-bong, who had been watching, also dropped her jaw.
“Uh…?”
But why did the kiss last so long? Namgung Su-a squirmed, Seo-jun panicked and stepped back—
Each time Namgung Su-a’s hand brushed against his body, Seo-jun flinched.
Eventually, Seo-jun backed up against the wall, and Namgung Su-a pinned him with her arms. A wet, sticky sound escaped between them.
“What, what the hell…!”
Chun-bong jumped up.
I mean—her tongue—! And her hands were even—!
Chun-bong froze, unable to do anything as the long yet short kiss finally ended.
Namgung Su-a licked her lips, now glistening with saliva, and gave Seo-jun a seductive laugh as she looked at his dazed expression.
“Thanks for the wish. Next time… I’ll be waiting, okay?”
Neither Chun-bong nor Seo-jun could say a single word. Only Namgung Su-a left the room humming a cheerful tune, completely satisfied.
“W-what….”
What the hell just happened? Chun-bong couldn’t process reality.
Was that… an adult’s kiss?
Chun-bong couldn’t possibly keep up. How could they do something like that…?
Thud—
Eventually, Chun-bong’s brain overloaded, and she collapsed to the floor.
Seo-jun, who had been sitting blankly, also followed suit and slumped down.
“Wow…”
Seo-jun had become an adult.
Seo-jun sat in a daze for a while before finally leaving the Namgung household.
Things had gotten a little weird at the end, but he made sure Chun-bong and Namgung Su-a had entered seclusion before saying goodbye to the others.
‘Seriously….’
His perspective had expanded—a mature Seo-jun soared into the sky using the Mixed Origin Sun and Moon Art.
Honestly, he couldn’t even fully process what had happened. Namgung Su-a hadn’t seemed too used to it either; their teeth had bumped a few times.
He wasn’t entirely sure what it was, but it felt… good.
Especially when her hands had wandered to strange places…. A strange sensation prickled his nerves like goosebumps.
‘No wonder people always say to be careful around women.’
Liquor, gambling, women. Weren’t those the three things to avoid?
Honestly, compared to liquor and gambling, women didn’t even seem that dangerous.
Apparently, the ancestors had plenty of hands-on experience to make such warnings credible.
BOOM—!!
Seo-jun flew toward his first stop, Hanam, deep in thought.
‘What am I even supposed to do now?’
Two flowers in each hand? That sounded nice, but flipping it around, wouldn’t that just make him the ultimate bastard?
Polygamy wasn’t exactly rare in the martial world, but… was that really a relationship that could stay healthy?
“…Heh.”
In the end, Seo-jun gave up on thinking. Whatever. Things would work out somehow.
Honestly, it seemed easier to empty his mind and just focus on swinging his sword.
BOOM—!!
Seo-jun’s figure sped through the skies even faster.
****
A grand journey through Anhui, Henan, Shaanxi, and Gansu.
Seo-jun marveled at his own foresight as he soared across the sky using the Mixed Origin Sun and Moon Art.
BOOM──────!!
Several days passed, and before he knew it, he had entered Qinghai Province.
He occasionally landed to make sure he was heading in the right direction, and fortunately, he hadn’t veered off course yet.
Stopping briefly in Xining, the provincial capital, Seo-jun decided to check on the Kunlun Sect’s situation.
“So, you’re saying things have gotten pretty tense lately?”
“Exactly. Even merchants won’t go near there these days.”
So that was the situation.
Disguised as Baek Seo-jun, he wandered around Xining, sampling its specialty dish, niangpi.
It tasted… okay. Kind of like mung bean jelly.
“How lonely.”
After paying for the half-eaten dish, Seo-jun visited Qinghai Lake.
He’d heard it was the largest saltwater lake in China, but really, it was just a big lake. He dipped a finger in and tasted it—slightly salty.
After about five minutes of sightseeing, he resumed his journey, activating the Mixed Origin Sun and Moon Art again.
With the ridiculous size of the central region, crossing Qinghai Province took quite some time.
When he finally arrived at the southwestern edge, near the Kunlun Mountains, the first impression was… striking.
“What a mess.”
Kunlun wasn’t just a mountain—it was a massive range. No joke, it was enormous.
From his position in the sky, Seo-jun could already see battles erupting in parts of the range.
‘Let’s see… If I sense demonic energy, those are the enemies, right?’
Demonic energy felt almost too familiar at this point, so he sometimes got confused. But for now, his allies were the orthodox sects.
Rumble—!
Seo-jun’s Qi flared, preparing the Mixed Origin Sun and Moon Art.
Target confirmed. Firing sequence initiated. Wind direction? Who cares. System all green. Three, two, one. Launch!
BOOM──────!!!
The living missile crashed into Kunlun.
*****
The clashes between the Kunlun Sect and the Demonic Cult grew fiercer by the day.
Realistically, the moment the Demonic Cult sent an army to Kunlun, it was already a war.
For the orthodox sects, who were already dealing with the Black Lotus Sect, this was adding fuel to the fire.
Kunlun had no choice but to rely on minimal reinforcements while holding back the Demonic Cult’s forces alone.
“Charge! Don’t let them take this ridge!”
“WAAAAAH────!!”
Kunlun’s martial artists rushed forward, and Elder Pungwol drew his sword, veins bulging on his neck.
“Cut down those bug-like demons! Tear them to pieces!”
He didn’t just talk big—Pungwol charged forward, unleashing the Cloud Dragon Eight Techniques.
Swish—swish—swish—!
His movements shifted eight times midair, tracing mysterious paths.
“Block them!”
“Yes, sir!”
Hong San, the Iron-Masked Demon, commanded the Demonic Cult forces. His subordinates raised their shields, forming a wall.
“Damn it…!”
Pungwol gritted his teeth and gripped his sword.
This was what made the Demonic Cult terrifying. They functioned as a single army under the Heavenly Demon, abandoning individuality.
Each soldier mastered only one skill based on their role—shield bearers specialized in defense, archers in archery, and spearmen in spearmanship.
Unlike the orthodox sects, which were alliances of various clans, the Demonic Cult operated under a unified structure, enabling such tactics.
Did that mean the Demonic Cult lacked experts? Far from it.
While their army focused on numbers, they still had plenty of demonic techniques and bizarre martial arts practiced by powerful demon lords.
“Get out of my way…!”
Pungwol swung his sword.
CRASH—!
The Supreme Void Dragon-Slaying Sword shattered the shield wall.
BOOM—!
The massive impact sent shield bearers flying in all directions.
“Ugh…!”
“Ack…!”
Even as their limbs were torn apart, all they let out were suppressed groans.
Just as Pungwol clicked his tongue, Hong San issued another command.
“Archers, fire.”
SHHHHH──────
A hail of arrows filled the air. Pungwol’s eyes flashed.
“Enough of these games!”
Arrows? Sure, they were dangerous—especially when fired by elite archers who had trained their entire lives.
But that was it. Battles were ultimately decided by the strongest fighters.
Swoosh────
Pungwol’s sword swept through the rain of arrows, deflecting them all.
Yet Hong San smirked.
“Games? Hardly.”
Thud—!
Stray arrows struck Kunlun disciples and Demonic Cult soldiers alike.
Meanwhile, Hong San closed in on Pungwol.
The single move Pungwol used to block the arrows was enough to tip the scales in an expert duel.
“You demonic bastard…!”
Pungwol clenched his teeth and prepared to take the hit—
Rumble—!
Something fell from the sky.
The speed was so overwhelming that even Pungwol and Hong San, focused entirely on each other, couldn’t react in time.
BOOOOOOOM──────!!!
Dust exploded into the air, rising high enough to blot out the sky.
Pungwol burst into laughter.
“Heaven’s judgment! Even the heavens can’t stand the sight of you!”
Debris rained down like a storm. Pungwol swept his sleeve, clearing the dust.
“Let’s see…”
A massive crater lay before him.
Hong San was utterly obliterated, not even leaving a trace.
At the center of the crater stood a man.
Haa…
With his exhale, the air froze.
Crackle—!
Frost spread across the area, and Pungwol’s face stiffened.
“Heaven’s judgment, my ass. Has the Primordial Heavenly Master lost his mind…?”
The man spread his arms, and his sleeves unraveled into dozens of threads.
Shudder────
Pungwol’s voice cracked as he screamed.
“Run! Get out of there…!!”
Ssshhhh────
The man’s arms moved, and dozens of Qi-infused threads followed.
Pungwol could only gape at the aftermath.
“W-what the hell… is that monster…?”
It was too much to be the result of a single motion.
Slash────
The entire area was diced into hundreds, no, thousands of pieces.
The Demonic Cult soldiers were reduced to chunks of flesh, while rocks, trees, and earth turned into a grotesque soup.
Sssk—
The threads reformed into sleeves.
The man looked over his handiwork and met Pungwol’s gaze.
“Looks like I’m lucky today.”
Baek Seo-jun smiled.
“Plenty of scum to kill.”