Reaper of the Drifting Moon

>Please forget that day in exchange for this.
You can just pay for this with ten gold coins.”

“Okay.”

Pyo-wol nodded.

He didn’t force it, so there was nothing to hold back.

Pyo-wol took ten gold coins out of his pocket and threw them at Sang Hang-yeok.

Sang Hang-yeok had a complex expression on his face after receiving the gold coins.
But his expression soon became calm as he placed the gold coins into his bosom.

He might have suffered a lot of losses, but he at least managed to erase his previous enmity with Pyo-wol. 

The person he is facing right now is a warrior who has defeated the elite of the Rain Mountain Manor alone.
Given what Pyo-wol did, he seemed to be receiving the protection of the Wudang sect.
Otherwise, it would have been impossible for him to roam around Gyun-hyeon so freely.

Sang Hang-yeok doesn’t know what Pyo-wol has to do with the Wudang sect, but it was clear that the two have a very close relationship.

There are not that many who know Pyo-wol now, but Sang Hang-yeok thought that Pyo-wol’s name and reputation would soon resonate throughout the world.

Even if it was a small favor, it was good to give it for the future of the Gunma clan.

Pyo-wol got on the horse.
He was already used to riding one because he had ridden it tediously on the way here with Wu Jang-rak.

He rode off without saying goodbye.

Looking at the back of Pyo-wol, who was moving away, Sang Hang-yeok murmured.

“The Rain Mountain Manor won’t stay still.
I wonder if he’s going to be okay.”

* * *

“Hoo! I thought I was going to die.”

A woman in a red silk dress muttered, wiping the sweat from her brow.

Her entire body was stained with blood and sweat.

The woman’s name is Hong Ye-seol.

She was one of the singers invited to the Wudang sect.

The place she came to was an abandoned house.

There was a well in front of the house which could barely maintain its shape.

Hong Ye-seol took off her clothes as soon as she arrived at the abandoned house.
Then, her dazzling figure appeared.

Hong Ye-seol drew water from the well and poured it over her head.
When the cold water touched her skin, goosebumps ran all over her body, but she didn’t pay it any mind and washed herself clean by pouring more water over and over again.

At first glance, her body looked clean without a single flaw, but numerous scars were actually engraved on her naked body.
And there are actually a few fresh wounds.

Hong Ye-seol fetched the ointment in the clothes she had taken off and applied it to her wounds.
Then the bleeding on her wounds stopped.

“It hurts.”

Hong Ye-seol wrinkled the tip of her nose and looked at her new wounds.

It wasn’t a light wound that could simply be dismissed.
But since she’s a person who’s used to the pain, she could endure this much.
But if any other normal person suffered the same injury, they would surely die.

But since Hong Ye-seol is not an ordinary person, she did not blink an eye even as she experienced such a wound.

“Those goddamn taoists.
No matter what I did, how can they scar a woman’s body like this.”

Hong Ye-seol cursed the Wudang sect taoists who hurt her.

Sang-jin pursued her with the Wudang sect’s Seven Swords.

It was impossible to face them head-on.

The Wudang sect’s Seven Swords are already too much to handle.
What more if she faces Sang-jin, who is be said to be the Wudang sect’s Number One Sword.
It would be an act of suicide.

So she fled with all her might.

Fortunately, she had a knack for escape.

After overcoming the danger of death several times, she was able to shake off Sang-jin and the Wudang sect’s Seven Swords.
In return, she suffered minor injuries. 

But she had no choice but to endure this much.
This was already a cheap price to pay for turning the Wudang sect of the world upside down.

Hong Ye-seol entered the abandoned house naked.

A bundle of clothes she had prepared in advance was hidden in a corner of the house.
When the bundle was unpacked, a simple suit was revealed.

Hong Ye-seol came out after putting on a light suit.

She applied a specially made perfume to her body to completely erase the distinctive wild chrysanthemum scent.

There are times in Jianghu where people with a crazy talent for tracking people by smell appear.
So she had to eliminate the possibility of being tracked through smell by erasing her scent. 

The atmosphere of Hong Ye-seol, who had changed clothes, had completely changed.

Her cool eyes, tightly closed lips, and expressionless face was completely different from her appearance as a singer in the Wudang Mountain.

The last thing she took was a booklet that was in the clothes she had taken off.

Strength Grinding Demonic Martial Arts.1

It was an item she stole from the Wudang sect’s warehouse at the risk of her life.

Now, the only thing left to do is to deliver this booklet to the request.

Hong Ye-seol wrinkled her nose and muttered,

“But it smells bad.”

It was not a request she had taken on herself.

It was a request that other people have passed on to her. 

It wasn’t a formal request she received as an assassin of the Hundred Wraith Union, but a request she received as a hobby.

In her experience, there was a fairly high probability that this would cause problems.

Hong Ye-seol walked to the meeting place, hoping that this would not be the case this time. 

The meeting place with the client was by the river, far from Wudang Mountain.
The rendezvous point was where a large turtle-shaped rock was located. 

As soon as Hong Ye-seol arrived, a fat man appeared from behind the turtle-shaped rock.
He was the client.

The client asked,

“What about the booklet?”

Hong Ye-seol held up the Strength Grinding Demonic Martial Arts without a word.
Then the client replied,

“As expected, you’re trustworthy.
Hand over the booklet.”

“Give me the commission fee first.”

Hong Ye-seol said bluntly.

“Item comes first.”

“Hmpf! Why would I give it to you if you won’t pay for it? Give me the money first.”

“This girl is asking for trouble.”

The client raised his hand.
Then, warriors equipped with weapons appeared all over the river.

“Ha! I knew this would happen.”

Hong Ye-seol sighed.

The client had no intention of paying her from the beginning.

They had no expectations of her succeeding, but if she somehow ends up bringing the goods then they could just steal it from her.

The client scanned Hong Ye-seol and muttered,

“You seem like a useful girl, but it’s a pity.”

“Pig! No matter how hungry I am for men, I won’t sleep with a pig like you.”

“What?”

“I’d rather kill a pig.”

Hong Ye-seol raised her white hand.

It was the Extreme Yin Hand,2 the symbol of the seventh member of the top ten assassins.

SoundlessWind21’s Notes

Wahhh~ It’s amazing having someone help Pyo-wol with no ulterior motives.
<3 And his abilities are really being recognized by these grandpas.
Our Pyo-wol is really a genius *smug* *proud*

Strength Grinding Demonic Martial Arts.
Raws: Mama Gyeonggi Gong, 마마경기공(磨魔勁氣功). 磨 mó – grind; polish; rub; wear out; a millstone 魔 mó – demon, evil spirits; magic power 勁 jìn – strong, unyielding, tough, powerful 氣 qì – air, gas, steam, vapor; spirit 功 gōng – achievement, merit, good result Extreme Yin Hand.
Raws: 태음수(太陰手). 太 tài – very, too, much; big; extreme 陰 yīn – ‘female’ principle; dark; secret 手 shǒu – hand