The Legend of Red Cloud - Chapter 108

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Chapter 108. On Trust
These days, Yun Yeo-ok was in a foul mood.
Poongryu’s coma was stretching far longer than expected.
His body was recovering faster than anticipated, as if the medicinal herbs from the mysterious pill earlier still lingered in his system—yet his consciousness showed no sign of returning.
It had already been seven days.
The thought that something might have gone wrong with his head was enough to push Yun Yeo-ok to the brink of explosion.
And on top of that, Nam On kept posturing, while Yucheon Chu-hon hadn’t even caught the culprit’s tail.
The frustration building in Yun Yeo-ok from it all was reaching critical levels.
Gon-gwi, watching her from the side, was certain that she would eventually snap at someone.
And the person most likely to face that misfortune, in his assessment, was Nam On.
He came in uninvited every single day, sweeping his Internal Energy across the unconscious Poongryu’s entire body again and again.
Yesterday, Gon-gwi had watched with bated breath as Yun Yeo-ok repeatedly raised her hand to strike the back of Nam On’s head, then lowered it again.
If it happened one more time, Nam On would surely be beaten to death by Yun Yeo-ok today.
Gon-gwi could have wagered his own wrist and his entire fortune on it.
‘Wait—do I even have a fortune?’
At the end of this idle thought, an unexpected voice reached Gon-gwi’s ears.
“Madam, this is Bu-ga-ju of the Yucheon Cheol-ga.”
Madam.
That was the title the martial masters of Yucheon Cheol-ga used when addressing Yun Yeo-ok.
Among themselves they called her “that person,” but when it came to speaking directly to her, they had no proper title, so they used this one.
Yun Yeo-ok, who understood this perfectly well, answered in a chilling voice.
“Come in.”
At Yun Yeo-ok’s permission, the door opened and Bu-ga-ju of Yucheon Cheol-ga dragged in a blood-soaked man.
Seeing this, Yun Yeo-ok asked irritably.
“What is this?”
“Well, it’s… similar, or maybe it was similar? Anyway, someone who seemed similar… though he might not be similar at all…”
As Bu-ga-ju rambled incoherently, Gon-gwi’s eyes, observing the man being dragged in, suddenly gleamed.
“That’s him!”
In an instant, Bu-ga-ju’s rambling ceased, and Yun Yeo-ok’s cold gaze turned toward Gon-gwi.
“You’re certain?”
“Absolutely. I recognize the scent of Dark Ghost Qi that I felt from him back then. From how faint it is, he’s not the primary culprit, but he definitely has a connection to that bastard—I’m sure of it.”
Bolstered by Gon-gwi’s words, Bu-ga-ju hastily changed his tune.
“Yes, that’s right. I saw it too. He matched exactly with this Facial Appearance Record.”
Taking the Facial Appearance Record that Bu-ga-ju extended, utterly different from his rambling a moment before and now spoken with conviction, Yun Yeo-ok asked.
“What is this?”
“Before that person had his accident, Gyeongcheon Chu-gwi tracked a thief alongside him. This is that thief’s Facial Appearance Record.”
With Bu-ga-ju’s answer—a subtle glance toward Poongryu lying unconscious on the bed—Yun Yeo-ok’s savage gaze fixed on the blood-soaked man.
“So that’s how it is…”
Yun Yeo-ok approached slowly, smiling, her eyes unbearably cold. Bu-ga-ju found it terrifying.
But what actually happened next differed significantly from his imagination.
He had expected live torture—ripping out fingernails, severing fingers, flaying skin, breaking bones—the entire room painted red with blood.
Instead, what occurred was only Yun Yeo-ok forming a strange Hand Seal and chanting several incantations.
Yet the result was more horrifying than a room slick with blood.
When black energy appeared from nowhere and clung to the man being dragged in, moments later his veins erupted across his entire body, contorting wildly.
More horrifying still was that despite his mouth gaping in agony, not a single sound escaped him.
In that state, the man’s eyes swelled as if they would burst from his skull any second.
Every muscle twisted grotesquely, his veins bloated beyond their limit—unmistakable evidence of his body being pushed past all tolerance.
As Yun Yeo-ok chanted something further, the black energy clinging to him peeled away and swirled around him.
Making an unsettling “Shwick-shwick” sound, as if desperately demanding their plaything be returned to them.
Only then did the man—Sam-il—finally gasp for breath, his voice ragged, before Yun Yeo-ok posed a single question.
“Just one thing. Where is he? That dog bastard?”
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When the wind that had blown through the mountain scattered, Yun Yeo-ok appeared, along with Bu-ga-ju and Gon-gwi leading the puffed-faced Sam-il.
At Yun Yeo-ok’s glance surveying the surroundings, Bu-ga-ju, dragging Sam-il, asked.
“Where is it? That cave?”
At the Yucheon Cheol-ga’s Bu-ga-ju’s question, the terrified Sam-il raised his hand and pointed to one location.
But the place he indicated was a sheer cliff face blocked by rock.
Seeing this, Bu-ga-ju snarled.
“You bastard, is this a joke? Point straight!”
The startled Sam-il rubbed his eyes and looked again, but all that lay before him was a steep cliff—no cave entrance, not a single blade of grass.
“That, that place is definitely… it’s definitely there, but… how… how could it be…?”
Yun Yeo-ok raised her hand to stop Bu-ga-ju from striking the rambling Sam-il, then turned to Gon-gwi.
“Isn’t that right?”
“Yes. There are no shortage of traces that appear to be Dark Ghost Qi in the surroundings. Combined with what this scholar says, there’s a high probability that what we’re seeing is not the actual form, but an illusion created by Dark Ghost Qi.”
The reason neither Yun Yeo-ok nor Gon-gwi could be certain was that while traces of Dark Ghost Qi lingered in the surrounding area, they could sense no Dark Ghost Qi emanating from what was suspected to be the illusion.
In other words, the one using Dark Ghost Qi had been coming and going in the surroundings for a long time, leaving traces, but the illusion couldn’t have been cast more than twelve hours ago.
From a temporal standpoint, there was a high probability the person was still inside.
With that thought, Yun Yeo-ok smiled meaningfully and commanded Gon-gwi.
“Dispel it.”
The moment the order fell, Gon-gwi approached the cliff, flipped several things over, shifted the positions of some stones, and began chanting an incantation whose meaning escaped all others. What had been a cliff face just moments before transformed into a mountainside overgrown with dense vegetation—an impossible sight that defied reason.
As Bu-ga-ju and Sam-il watched with gaping mouths, unable to process what they were seeing, Gon-gwi searched the revealed mountainside briefly before discovering the entrance to a cave.
The moment Sam-il saw it, he cried out.
“That’s it! That’s the place!”
At Sam-il’s shout, Yun Yeo-ok told Bu-ga-ju to wait, then entered the cave with Gon-gwi at her side.
She had gone in prepared to obliterate anything that got in her way, and that ferocious intent radiated from every inch of her body.
Yet the cave itself contained nothing at all.
“The bastard’s already fled.”
At Yun Yeo-ok’s rough words, Gon-gwi, who had been sensing the cave’s energy, pointed deeper inside.
“I sense an enormous concentration of yin essence.”
“Not a person. Pure yin essence at that level would only allow for ice formation, and I feel no cold—so this is a natural Pure Yin Land.”
Because they were hunting for the ‘person’ who had attacked Poongryu, Yun Yeo-ok showed no interest in anything determined not to be human. But Gon-gwi, seized by curiosity, moved deeper into the cave.
Regardless, Yun Yeo-ok set about thoroughly searching the entrance area where someone appeared to have stayed, hoping to find even the smallest clue.
It was then.
“L-Lady! You should come see this!”
At Gon-gwi’s surprised cry, Yun Yeo-ok turned her gaze inward and moved toward him.
“Why? What is it? What could possibly be—”
Yun Yeo-ok’s voice trailed away midsentence.
She had discovered a woman lying motionless as if dead upon a flat stone.
“A Y-Yin-Moon Body. The Yin-Moon Body—the one said to possess the purest yin essence in all the world save for the moon itself!”
Yun Yeo-ok understood Gon-gwi’s uncharacteristic outburst perfectly.
The Yin-Moon Body, along with the Yang-Sun Body, was called one of the Two Great Pure Bodies Under Heaven—an extraordinarily special form of existence.
According to the records, one appeared perhaps once every thousand years.
The likelihood of encountering one in reality was smaller than an ant’s footprint.
And yet they had found one.
Among such rarities, the Yin-Moon Body was the perfection of yin essence itself.
For a martial artist cultivating Yin Cultivation, it would be a treasure more precious than any elixir under heaven.
That wasn’t to say one had to consume it like other medicinal treasures.
Or perhaps, in another sense, consumption was exactly what happened?
Yun Yeo-ok, caught up in such useless musings, shook her head to clear her thoughts.
“But she’s not complete yet. That’s why she’s been laid to rest on the Pure Yin Land. Still, whoever it was knew what they were doing with placement. A Pure Yin Land with such clear yin essence flowing through it… that’s rare indeed.”
Yun Yeo-ok, having praised the placement of the incomplete Yin-Moon Body at the heart of the Pure Yin Land, noticed Gon-gwi had grown unusually quiet and turned to look at him.
Staring so intently at something, he had even removed the bamboo hat he wore. With his mouth hanging open, Gon-gwi couldn’t tear his eyes from the face of the woman lying as if dead.
Following the direction of Gon-gwi’s gaze, Yun Yeo-ok looked upon the woman’s face, and an exclamation escaped her lips.
“Wow…”
The woman possessed such transcendent beauty that even Yun Yeo-ok, without thinking, gasped in admiration.
Her features were so exquisite that even Yun Yeo-ok, herself a woman, found it hard to look away.
Small wonder that even a spirit like Gon-gwi had lost his senses.
“Listen here, you fool—male or not, even death wouldn’t excuse this. Get a grip. I’m serious about dispelling the summoning.”
At Yun Yeo-ok’s rebuke, Gon-gwi finally came to his senses and forced himself to look away.
“She truly is an extraordinarily beautiful woman.”
“Well, she’s pretty enough, I suppose.”
“We’ll… be taking her with us, won’t we?”
“We’ll have to—”
Yun Yeo-ok’s voice faltered mid-response. She had been about to say it thoughtlessly, but stopped herself.
She hadn’t won Poongryu’s heart yet.
If she brought a woman this beautiful back… And she still hadn’t even found Poongryu’s betrothed.
She wasn’t overly concerned about the betrothal itself—Poongryu clearly disliked the arrangement—but the woman before her now was a completely different matter entirely.
So then…
“…but for now, we leave her here.”
“What? Why!”
Yun Yeo-ok gave Gon-gwi an exasperated look as the spirit cried out in protest.
“Anyone watching would think I’m keeping you from what’s yours.”
“No, no, that’s not it at all…….”
Gon-gwi had shouted without thinking, and now appeared flustered; Yun Yeo-ok continued.
“Your Yin-Moon Body still isn’t complete. There’s a reason I’ve left you in the Pure Yin Land.”
“That may be true, but…….”
“It will need at least another half year before it’s ready. We’ll wait until then.”
“Once it’s perfect……what will you do with it?”
“That’s…….”

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