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The extravagant feast spread out before them was somewhat lacking in substance compared to its outward appearance.

The food prepared in advance had cooled down, making it lukewarm.

The alcohol was weak, almost devoid of any noticeable alcohol content.

Nevertheless, Cheong was extremely satisfied.

Why? Because it was free!

And everyone could understand that, right?

The atmosphere at the table was tense.

While eating, one had to be sober.

Cheong swept the food into her mouth with gusto.

If Seomun Surin had seen her, he would have been shocked and launched a full-scale nuclear bombardment operation on the scene.

This was the dining etiquette of the beauties of the Central Plains.

Gently place the food in your mouth as delicately as a sparrow’s tear.

Chew with a slight movement of the lips, a gentle jaw motion, and slightly exaggerated swallowing.

Maintain a slightly furrowed brow to avoid permanent wrinkles on your face.

This was the dining method of the absolute beauty, Gogeum Jeol Dae Miin Seo Si, who possessed a beauty that would never be seen again in the past or future.

Seomun Surin was armed with a strong will to spread this beauty dining method.

Therefore, Cheong was able to effortlessly articulate this highly beautiful dining method.

There was no room for hesitation in front of a horse.

If someone dared to resist in front of a horse, they should consider whether the horse was lacking in some way.

However, Seomun Surin underestimated Cheong.

He lacked a bit of understanding when it came to human correction.

The idea of completely abandoning etiquette and elegance as a habit was so revolutionary that all the teachers in the Central Plains stood up to learn from it.

The result was Cheong.

She could now perfectly execute thirty-two different ways of tying her hair.

When she felt a bit loose, her hands automatically moved to correct it.

Her stride became more graceful, her pace slowed down, and her movements became more leisurely and feminine.

She knew how to use her inner strength to smooth out the wrinkles in her clothes and neatly fix any loose threads.

But habits ultimately reside in the realm of the unconscious.

With desires that transcended the unconscious, some actions could never become habits.

For example, one’s taste.

Cheong originally loved the feeling of a mouthful of food filling her up completely.

Now that she was free from the oppression of nuclear honeyed nights, she no longer needed to restrain herself.

Even Cheong’s insatiable appetite made Chanam Jung slightly surprised.

“Nangja, please eat slowly. There are other dishes too…”

“Oh, I’ll eat those too, it’s fine.”

“…?”

She was supposed to be a refined lady.

But had a beggar taken over her body? How could she eat so much, all going straight to her chest?

Chanam Jung’s suspicions were growing.

What kind of woman was she!

No charm, no elegance.

No subtle gestures to vie for the position of the daughter-in-law of a wealthy family!

This was no fun.

The moment the mask of seduction was removed was crucial.

It was good to rebel and curse, to cry and beg for mercy.

But when all she cared about was eating, how could he be angry or disgusted?

Chanam Jung’s anger simmered inside him.

However, as Cheong began to enjoy her drink slowly, as if to say, “When did I ever rush?”, his anger dissipated.

Cheong’s leisurely demeanor, despite Seomun Surin’s harsh nuclear honeyed nights, was the least affected area.

Furthermore, Cheong had mastered the art of hand gestures.

One might wonder what cursed gestures and leisurely drinking had to do with each other, but one of the characteristics of hand gestures was the beautiful shape of the hands.

The most elegant and beautiful hands in the world, yet also the most cruel and ruthless.

This was a phrase often used to describe hand gestures.

The texture of the hands was so delicate that it was almost transparent.

Slim and slender, her gracefully extended fingers delicately wrapped around the glass, her appearance exuded a sticky beauty.

Leaning against the railing, Cheong’s profile as she sipped her drink emitted a mesmerizing charm that captivated the men around her.

Sensing the rising spirit of competition, Cheong approached with a sly smile.

“Seems like you can handle your liquor?”

“I prefer my drinks a bit stronger.”

The drink was bland, not at all like real alcohol.

“Well, it’s no fun if the lady doesn’t get tipsy. A woman with a clouded mind isn’t entertaining at all.”

“Entertaining? What do you mean?”

“Well….”

The men at the bar began to rise from their seats and slowly approached.

The men surrounding Cheong drew their swords.

“Oh.”

Cheong’s heart raced with anticipation.

Was it finally starting? Were they going to kill each other now?

“One hour. We will give you exactly one hour.”

“One hour?”

“We will depart after one hour, so feel free to run anywhere you like. If you can hold out for half an hour, we will safely send you back. That’s a promise.”

“And if I can’t hold out?”

“Then today, we will share our fortune and misfortune together.”

Oh. This was not something she had planned for.

Cheong felt relieved.

So, she could enjoy herself without worry.

“Oh. I don’t recommend jumping off the boat at this point. This is the Serung Gorge. The method of suicide here is quite painful.”

The Serung Gorge was known for its danger.

The different water levels above and below, the raging and surging rapids scattered throughout.

Even seasoned martial artists couldn’t swim and were swept away in this treacherous area.

“Hmm.”

Cheong walked slowly forward.

The men with swords leaned to make way for her.

They didn’t step aside, but it was like they were saying, ‘If you want to pass, at least brush against us,’ or something like that.

Cheong did not pass through them.

Instead, she grabbed the blade of a man’s sword with her bare hands.

And like plucking a flower from a branch, she casually snapped the sword in half.

Cheong clenched and released the hand holding the blade.

The thin, long blade rolled on the ground with a thud.

The atmosphere of the men chuckling and teasing each other froze in an instant.

Cheong carefully examined the hand that had gripped the blade.

Not a scratch, not even a mark left.

Only then did Cheong smile in satisfaction.

Yes. That’s it.

This is what it’s like to learn the purple-ranked martial arts.

“See that? You scoundrels. You’re all sitting there acting tough. What are you running from on this sinking ship? Soar to the sky? There’s no ground to run to. Anyway, these peppered fools don’t fight fair with a confession attack. They just bring shame upon themselves. I’m so embarrassed, really.”

What on earth was happening?

The men’s gazes shifted between Cheong and the broken sword.

“Still not coming to your senses? You rascals.”

Cheong’s hand shot up and then dropped down.

Her four fingers gently dug into the man’s forehead.

Penetrating through the skull, stirring the brain.

Passing through the eye sockets, the temples, the upper jawbone and teeth, down to the lower jawbone.

Her fingers, as if sifting fine sand, smoothly sliced through.

The man with four deep grooves in his face collapsed to the ground.

The corpse trembled as if nerves were still alive.

Four deep grooves carved into the skull.

The swollen insides bulging out.

Oh my, this is unbelievable.

Cheong shuddered.

Her fingers, slender and elongated, had entered and exited someone’s mind.

It wasn’t a metaphor.

It was a physical intrusion.

There was a deep sense of emotion that chipped away at his bones.

A strong heat spread throughout his body from his Danjeon.

The intoxicating sensation, much more pleasant than the bland alcohol, raced through his nerves and tingled sharply.

A real blackness, and bare hands were completely different.

It was the same as wearing gloves and picking your nose.

Cheong’s mood lifted, and the corners of his mouth almost reached his ears.

“Don’t you understand the situation right now? Aren’t you going to run away? Right. Go! My Moonlight Sword… is over there. Again.”

Cheong clenched his fist and opened it, speaking again.

“Now, my Moonlight Hand is hungry. Hide it well. Let your hair show.”

—-

ChaNamjeong couldn’t understand the current situation.

What went wrong from where?

“What! What is that woman! Is she even human! She’s a crazy woman!”

“It seems like we may have touched the wrong person.”

“What are you doing here! She’s just a woman, isn’t she? Why aren’t you going to catch her and just standing here? Just kill her! I don’t eat dirty women. I don’t eat.”

The bodyguard tightened his grip on his neck.

“Young master, that woman is really strong…”

“What? Are you saying you’re a fake master? Is she not a woman? How many guards are here?”

“Young master, when you hit someone’s head, it usually breaks or bursts, right?”

“Of course, that’s a given.”

“But that woman spread her bones and flesh like mud. Even with a knife, it wouldn’t be possible.”

The bodyguard trembled.

Even if it was possible, the question of whether it could actually be executed was a separate issue.

The bodyguard was truly terrified.

Only then did ChaNamjeong’s arrogance disappear, leaving a pale face.

“What, what are you saying?”

“All the people here combined can’t beat her. Absolutely can’t win. We’ve made a big mistake.”

“What, what are you saying! You said she was an easy woman!”

“That’s not important. What’s important is that even a martial arts master would hesitate to turn a government official into an enemy.”

ChaNamjeong frowned.

“Then what?”

“For now, try to persuade her gently and use money to persuade her. Judging by her eating habits, she seems to be from a poor martial arts family, so it should be possible to make amends with money.”

“Really? Do you think so?”

That’s when it happened.

Knock, knock. The sound of knocking on the door.

-Excuse me, is anyone in there? I thought I heard some murmuring from this side…

ChaNamjeong and the bodyguard clamped their mouths shut.

-Is no one here? Did I mishear…

Silence fell strangely, ending with those words.

The two who had been covering their mouths for a long time naturally lowered their hands.

In an instant, fingers naturally touched the cabin door.

Silently, as if passing through the door.

Soon, the fingers went down.

A long crack that continued like a tail.

The two exchanged quick glances and pressed themselves against the wall where the door was attached.

A terrible presence could be felt from beyond the door.

Truly overwhelming flesh.

-Really not here? I was waiting for nothing. I thought you were pretending not to be here.

And then the footsteps gradually faded away.

For a long time, the two imitated statues.

After crossing a certain point, the two finally breathed heavily.

“Is that a person or a ghost?”

“I don’t know. The gang is so vast…”

The bodyguard suddenly stopped speaking.

“Young master…”

“Why?”

“Do you hear footsteps when walking inside the cabin… do you hear the sound of footsteps?”

“Of course, why wouldn’t you hear footsteps when walking? Suddenly.”

“Well… usually, you hear the sound of wood creaking…”

“What?”

The two froze at once.

Sweat poured down like a waterfall in an instant.

The two of them looked towards the door with a creak.

And, between the long hole vertically on the cabin door.

Their eyes and gazes that were watching them met directly.

-Is it here?