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Erotic Murim Diaries: Pervert Immortal's Tale

“It only takes five gold coins to change your fate.” Would you risk it? Every great story in Murim always begins with an encounter, with an old man. Arslan who had possessed the body of the foolish son of the prestigious sword family, Namgung Wong was just taking a casual walk after he had a wonderful moment with his half sister, when he was suddenly called by a white robed old man. Without any care in the world Wong walks up to the old man who claimed to be a Taoist who could read palms from the Wudang Sect. Wong tried to refuse, since he himself was once a palm reader in his past life who stole from people, but after seeing the might of old man in Murim, he eventually agreed. The old man robbed Wong, leaving him penniless in the middle of the street with a red book in his hand written, [Stimulus Flying Shadow Three Sword Style] “What the hell!? The third sword is my.. Argh! Damn it old man.” ____ R18 content (2/3 of the whole novel.) Taboo relationships. No Yuri. ____ https://discord.com/invite/XpbsyGScq7

Dark_Knight_Spider · Fantasi Timur
Peringkat tidak cukup
54 Chs

So handsome

"Phew that was hard."

Wong muttered as he had just finished digging a grave at the edge of the Peng Clan manor. Despite the current world he is living in having no idea about forensics, he still decided to act carefully. He placed the useless elder's body into a box filled with bugs.

At first he wanted to take the box and throw it into a river, but thinking of the people who would use that water he paused that thought.

Hearing the sounds of flesh eating bugs in the box, he pushed it into the square shaped grave he dug. He made it that way to decrease the amount if suspicion. Since he was in a place where there was no grass, it was easy for people not to notice the grave.

He had cleaned Min Jung's living quarter's living them spotless, like a slave and he had posted a great word from the elder at the Clan's notice board.

...

The next Morning arrived and Morong Fan who was the first to wake up, he decided to take a walk and not disturb his lazy friends, who slept like dead people. Enjoying the nice view being of the Peng Clan, he walks aimlessly without any proper destination in mind.

"Why is everyone rushing towards the information hall?!"

He questioned himself and as a curious person who can't be left out at anything, he dragged his frail body towards the Information hall of the Peng Clan. He had his long sword in his hands in case someone tried to snick up on him, but with his strength he would die before he blocks.

Reaching the four story red ancient tower, Fan went towards the first floor, the 'information hall' where a visitor like him would only reach in the tower. He moved towards the Peng Clan's notice board which was crowded with people.

Thanks to him having a short height unlike his pears, he could see anything from the back, so he had to force himself through the crowd to reach the front, where he could read the notice.

"..."

Morong Fan was startled with what he saw next written in a black ink. The handwriting was bad indicating that it only belonged to a doctor, who probably wrote while in a hurry.

___

I have sinned against the clan. I know nothing will ever repay the amount of damage I did to the clan. I prescribed the wrong medicine to a patient, and she later died that day. I am ashamed of myself greatly, so to make up for my mistake I will be leaving the clan, I have left everything I achieved here, use them however you see fit.

Please don't look for me.

___

"Why would a clan's physician admit to his mistake?" Morong Fan muttered, as he remembered of his Clan's head strong physician who would rather die than admit to the mistakes he makes. He shook his head and walked out of the information hall, as the matter at hand meant nothing to him.

"Ah! When will I ever tell her?"

___

"Ahem, Ahem." A dark brown haired beauty coughed, as she finished packing up her staff to use tonight, "Is someone talking about me?"

Putting on a fancy white hanbok that had a black belt that was connected the bottom part of her chest with the upper end of her waist, she didn't dress like a student of the dragons and phoenixes Academy at all. Tai Shihan looked like someone from a respectable Clan in Murim.

The only blood relative she has is her mother who survived the Assassination incident that happened to her family when she was only three. The man who launched the attack were not found till date. Her father didn't have much to leave, as she inherited a weird shaped silver ring, a bone necklace and a spear.

"I wonder how will he react to this kind of dress?"

Tai Shihan wanted to see whether if Namgung Wong would react to her dressing. She was confident that he would drop his jaw and beg to massage her again, after all who could resist a charming girl like her.

"Fufufu, Shihan you are such a smart ass!"

She walked out of her rented room and walked downstairs to the inn below. All eyes were on her as she anticipated and her ears quickly caught on with the compliments coming her way.

"Wow! Such a beauty!"

"Which family does she belong to?"

"Probably the Peng Clan."

"There really have a beauty hidden in that manor, I wish, I was born there, even as a servant's child."

She was a little disappointed that her admirers didn't approach her, even though she would have coldly rejected them, it would have been nice if one tried.

Trying not to mind what other people thought, Tai Shihan ate her food in peace, before she headed out to her group's meeting spot, near the outskirts of the Hafei district. The scenery along the way wasn't really amazing, as plants had began to shed their leaves, to prepare for the coming harsh winter.

"Maybe I should have put on a coat."

Tai Shihan muttered to herself. Her brown eyes had spotted two of the idiots in her team leaning against a dried up tree, all of them had fur coats on enriching their young master status. She was more focused on the sleepy red haired, more than the dark blue haired who was already drunk so early in the morning.

"You can do this." Putting on a charming smile, Tai Shihan walks towards the tree with graceful steps, with her high heels tapping on the ground, releasing a small sound. She halted her steps, the moment she realized that someone was missing from the group, "Where is that cousin of mine?"

"Oh wow! You look stunning!"

Tai Shihan was startled by the gentle voice that came behind, she quickly turned back to see who it was. It was none other than her cousin Morong Fan who now looked handsome in her eyes.

He is wearing a white hanbok that covered his average-frail body. The cold seemed to have made his skin even more pale. His black hair was shining, unlike all the times she saw him before.

"So handsome." Tai Shihan murmurs.