Book 9 Chapter 8

The Indian Great Vehicle Yoga Divine Skill for Weight Loss

"Did… did you see that?"

Maharyeong's body, turned ashen, trembled violently.

"Ah! This, this wasn't intentional!"

Bilyeon's nonchalant remark! But she had no time to hear such words now.

Her mind was currently conjuring up about 130 methods of security to ensure secrecy, accompanied by a rising aura of killing intent. And among those 130 methods, the best was undoubtedly the refreshing killing and silencing of witnesses (殺人滅口). A method everyone uses and is always effective! Killing and silencing!

There was no hesitation in her choice.

"Die! Atone for your sins with that insignificant life!"

Needle-like killing intent erupted from her entire body.

"Was that really something that bad that you had to die for?"

"You're the one who approached me without a sound! When you see someone's secret, you should be prepared for the consequences!"

Her reason had long flown away. She couldn't maintain a normal, peaceful daily life after showing such a humiliating sight to a man. Her nerves were not that dull. Her immense pride would not allow it. At this moment, concepts of morality or ethics were absent from her mind. She was intentionally ignoring them.

"Oh dear! Oh dear! You're truly a fierce, plump lady."

"Wh-what! You… how dare you…"

Bilyeon spoke words that mercilessly pierced her heart. He had no hesitation in stabbing her heart with the blade of his words.

"Wh-who are you?"

Maharyeong asked, her face filled with venom.

"Shall I say I'm just a passerby? Don't mind me."

Bilyeon said with a wide smile. It was not an answer befitting a room permeated with dense killing intent, spread like a spiderweb.

"Shut up! What kind of passerby suddenly appears from someone's ceiling!"

It was a statement utterly devoid of any value. Maharyeong felt as if she were being toyed with.

Indeed, if Bilyeon's intention was to further provoke the tense atmosphere, he had succeeded perfectly. This trivial joke did not land at all with her.

"Wh-where were you watching from?"

Maharyeong asked, her face stiff. The great Maharyeong was now trembling with anxiety.

"It wasn't much. Just the part where one portion became four, and then back to one, fluctuating like that."

Despair!

At Bilyeon's answer, Maharyeong's heart sank.

"S-surely you didn't find out? You… you found out about such a shameful thing?"

Her voice trembled severely. Maharyeong's face turned red with shame.

"Wow! You're redder than a pomegranate! Even a ripe persimmon can't compare to your face, young lady."

A joke! Such nerve in this situation.

"To be found out about the top-secret, most shameful of all shameful techniques, the Indian Great Vehicle Yoga Divine Skill (天竺大乘柔家神功)…"

She felt utterly devastated. Maharyeong mumbled in a low voice, but Bilyeon heard her clearly.

"Ah! That's right! The Indian Yoga Divine Skill! That was it!"

The block in her memory was finally lifted.

The Indian Yoga Technique was a special divine skill that allowed one to freely stretch, shrink, and change the form of the body's muscles, flesh, and bones. It was a secret divine skill of the Indian Potalaka Palace (包達拉宮) that was not easily passed on to outsiders, and it had been continuously transmitted through generations. Surprisingly, Maharyeong had mastered it.

The problem with this divine skill was that while circulating energy during the minor celestial orbit (小周天) was fine, when entering the major celestial orbit (大周天), the body would revert to its original state. Therefore, she had always practiced her energy circulation and breathing exercises in secret. But in her excitement after her recent return, she had let her guard down and practiced her energy circulation, only to be discovered in her unsightly state.

'I will never let you live.'

It was an absolute secret that no one should see, an absolute shame that could never be revealed. However, Bilyeon remained unfazed, unconcerned by her rising killing intent.

"That's a very convenient martial art. If you master that, a fat person wouldn't have to be fat their whole life, would they? Isn't it incredibly convenient that a fat person can become slim at will? Don't you think so?"

Her face was as terrifying as a demon's, so asking for her agreement was futile.

However, Bilyeon seemed oblivious to the atmosphere, still grinning.

"What! So what? Is something wrong with your body? You seem restless!"

Bilyeon was actually expressing concern for the other person's well-being, but this was not the time for such nonchalance. The woman's hatred, filled with resentment and malice, was about to surge towards his entire body.

"…"

"Hey! It wasn't intentional! Are you listening?"

Bilyeon's nonchalant remark! But she had no time to hear such words now.

"Die! Only death can atone for your sins!"

Her voice, emitting a sinister killing intent, was not fitting for a beauty.

"Was that really something that bad that you had to die for? As an honest and upright martial artist, I have never committed anything that requires me to atone with my life!"

Does she truly believe that? She didn't know when 'upright and honest' became synonymous with debauchery and corruption, but if that were the case, it was a terrifying thought.

"You're the one who approached me without a sound! When you see someone's secret, you should be prepared for the consequences!"

"What a strange, plump young lady!"

An insensitive remark, thrown out carelessly.

"Cough!"

Did something get stuck in her throat? Maharyeong made another strange sound.

"You… you… how dare you again…"

Overwhelmed by anger, resentment, and disbelief, she began to stammer.

"Why! What's wrong? Plump young lady?"

Bilyeon asked, blinking his eyes wide, with a disarmingly innocent yet infuriating expression.

"Aaaargh! Even so, you…! Shut up! You vulgar mouth!"

Her anger erupted like a volcano. She vowed to turn her adversary before her into a pile of meat today, or she would change her surname. Bilyeon's words were like daggers repeatedly piercing her heart. Bilyeon was slightly annoyed by the term "vulgar mouth."

"You're being quite loud. Plump."

"Even so, you!!!!"

She was furious and boiling with rage. It was fortunate she hadn't died of anger.

Clang!

No longer words. Her body, unable to control itself due to overwhelming anger, moved. Along with her explosive rage, sword qi violently erupted from her blade.

Bilyeon was momentarily taken aback by this sudden attack.

"Huh? Let's talk, plump young lady!"

"Die!"

Her reason had long flown away. She couldn't maintain a normal, peaceful daily life after showing such a humiliating sight to a man. Her immense pride would not allow it. At this moment, concepts of morality or ethics were absent from her mind.

She was intentionally ignoring them.

"Oh dear! Oh dear! Such a fierce, plump lady."

Bilyeon shook his head.

"What! You… you…"

Bilyeon spoke words that mercilessly pierced her heart. He had no hesitation in stabbing Maharyeong's heart with the blade of his words. Negotiation was a means of compromise that had long since passed. Now, it was a matter of life and death.

Towards the bewildered Bilyeon, Maharyeong swung her sword spasmodically. Bilyeon had not expected such an unprovoked, murderous attack.

"I will pluck out your eyes and cut out your tongue."

Maharyeong's eyes were filled with a sharp, venomous glint. It seemed the last thread of reason had snapped long ago.

"Did I do something wrong?"

Bilyeon muttered, skillfully dodging the murderous sword. In any case, he couldn't stay here any longer. She was still agitated and not performing at her true potential. The conflict in her agitated mind, due to her seething anger, was dulling the edge of her blade.

This was the opportune moment.

"Then, plump young lady! See you next time! Thanks for showing me something interesting today."

Flying Thunder Sword's unique movement technique

Secret Skill: Phoenix Dance

Swift Wind Shadow

Swoooosh!

Maharyeong could not gain proper visibility due to the sudden gust of wind. The furniture in the room was flung about haphazardly into the air by the unexpected gust. She was too busy swatting away the objects swirling around her to seize the opportunity to strike Bilyeon's neck.

"Aaaargh!"

When the gust of wind passed and silence returned, a woman's shriek, bordering on a scream, erupted from the special room of Sunpungru.

When she came to her senses, Bilyeon was already gone from the room. She had disappeared so quickly that her tracks could not be found. All that remained in the aftermath of Bilyeon's complete disappearance was the dilapidated special plum blossom room of Sunpungru, littered with messy debris.

The repair bill would bring tears to the eyes of a man who earned his living through information tomorrow morning, but that was still in the future.

As a furious scream erupted from the upper special room of Sunpungru, Bilyeon was already far away, beyond her reach.

Bilyeon was currently troubled by a major concern.

'A half-beautiful woman… Can she really be profitable? What if they don't give me the prize money because she's only half beautiful?'

Some might say there's no need to rack his brain over such a thing, but for Bilyeon, it was a very serious problem. Compared to this issue, the threat to his life caused by his friction with her was less than a speck of dust under a dog's toenail.

'For now, it's best to hide the fact that she's plump.'

Finally, Bilyeon made a decision. His intention was clear.

'Half-beautiful women probably won't make money. It's dangerous! Dangerous!'

At this time, Bilyeon had no idea that Maharyeong was an extremely famous figure among the disciples of Cheonmu Academy. Bilyeon thought Maharyeong was not from Cheonmu Academy.

Because if a woman of such beauty existed, she would have undoubtedly been the subject of gossip among the loose-tongued youths for a long time.

'She looked quite stern…'

Her temper seemed beyond ordinary. No matter how beautiful her face was, she wasn't the type of person one would want to encounter. Her aura naturally inspired a sense of avoidance.

The moon hanging in the night sky still cast a soft veil of light. The night was sometimes a mischievous entity that brutally exposed parts unseen even under the dazzling sun, and a seductive courtesan that tempted human hearts.

That night, that mischievous entity once again brutally exposed a secret.

"It was a noisy night…"

Even thinking back, the commotion that night was quite loud.

And…

That night, the woman was now holding my wrist, glaring at me with venomous eyes, as if she wanted to devour me.