Along the mansionâs corridors, the employees carrying food toward the table groaned. They all felt the heat burning from the room where their Master sat with a guest.
âShall we go back? It feels dangerous.â
The general manager restrained the rest as he wiped heat from his brow.
âDonât worry. Nothing will happen.â
The head employee was also a hunter belonging to the Red Dragon Society. Therefore, he was used to sudden increases in temperature.
It couldnât be helped. They worked for the Yang family, who had the Ignition Psy in their blood. Fluctuations in the family membersâ mood could cause disasters. Therefore, every member of the Yang family, including their Vice Lord Yang Biyeon, had been taught incredible Aura control.
On top of that, the Yang family members wore customized fireproof clothing.
Except for the Master, Yang Jeong-cheon.
A person couldnât always suppress their emotions, but Yang Jeong-cheon could overcome his feelings through strong willpower and solid Aura control. However, this time⌠the heat coming from the room could not be ignored.
âFather!â Yang Biyeon rose from her seat.
She had no clue about what the men in front of her were talking about, but she knew that whatever Yoo-seong said angered her father. She immediately turned towards Yoo-seong to warn him.
âCoat your body with Aura. Youâll feel better.â
Yoo-seong stared at him blankly.
He watched her lips move, but strangely, he couldnât hear her. However, he could hear the old man clearly.
âWhat you just saidâŚâ Yang Jeong-cheon growled. âCan you repeat it?â
âSound Penetration Tech,â Yoo-seong realized.
Yoo-seongâs auditory nerves were still damaged, but Yang Jeong-cheon had always been able to communicate with him.
There was an urban legend among Korean hunters that Chinese masters are so advanced in terms of Aura control that they can use it for some sort of wireless communication. Yoo-seong had realized that he has been experiencing it firsthand.
âOnce again,â Yoo-seong could hear the old manâs voice clearly. âTell me. What you just said.â
The old manâs Aura stretches through his ears, beyond the damaged nerves, to create something that his nervous system could recognize as sound. The Aura thread that Yang Jeong-cheon was sending him all this time must be finer than hair, Yoo-seong thought. Despite that, the old man was also able to fill the spacious room they were in with burning heat.
âYang Jeong-cheon can burn off my nervous system if he wanted to,â Yoo-seong realized.
He closed his eyes. His face was drenched with sweat.
Yang Biyeon kept on talking, but he couldnât hear her. Yoo-seong stared back at Yang Jeong-cheon before repeating his answer.
âPerhaps you were expecting a different answer. Iâm sorry. But the things you are offering⌠it doesnât seem that much to me.â
âThis arrogant guy!â Yang Jeong-cheon exclaimed.
This was why the room reached a boiling temperature. Yang Jeong-cheonâs offer had been rejected.
It was unthinkable for him to offer a stranger from a faraway land the future of his family.
However, he did, because this was a precious opportunity.
But what did this arrogant guy do?
âItâs not worth it for you? This place? The whole Red Dragon Society? How dareâŚâ
âIs this it?â
Yang Jeong-cheonâs eyes widened. Yoo-seongâs voice sounded deeper and more resonant than before.
It was as if⌠he was speaking directly from within him.
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âI couldnât believe that this really existed, but⌠itâs simpler than I thought,â Yoo-seong said.
The temperature in the room dropped in an instant. Yang Jeong-cheon stared at Yoo-seong with disbelief on his face.
His daughter, Yang Biyeon, had been trained for it since childhood, but she was still in the process of understanding its principle.
Sound Penetration Tech.
This was the process of converting Aura into sound and accurately sending it to another personâs nervous system.
âI learned a technique with the same principle,â Yoo-seong added.
The Parasitic Bee.
This was the ability to control balls of energy with a very fine thread of Aura. It had the same principle.
After a couple of attempts, Yoo-seong became successful in doing Sound Penetration. The reason why Yoo-seong had been drenched in sweat was not because of Yang Jeong-cheonâs heat.
It was all from concentration. Now, he had threads of energy in Yang Jeong-cheonâs head, just as Yang Jeong-cheon had inside his.
âIf you do something to me⌠youâll get the same.â
âCalm down,â Yang Jeong-cheon said with pure admiration in his tone.
The ability to copy his technique in that short while was astounding enough, but the ability to keep his concentration in this situation was even more remarkable.
âI think you were born in the wrong era. Being a warrior suits you better than being a hunter,â Yang Jeong-cheon remarked.
âIt doesnât sound very good to me,â Yoo-seong responded, then rose from his seat.
âAre you leaving?
âI have refused your offer. I donât think itâs acceptable for me to sit here and eat with you.â
A new emotion rose within Yang Jeong-cheon.
âItâs been a while since I left the front linesâŚâ
âI will refuse your challenge,â Yoo-seong cut him off.
He read through the old manâs words. Yang Jeong-cheon was asking him for a duel.
âWhy,â Yang Jeong-cheonâs voice was clearly provocative. âAre you afraid?â
His blood was boiling.
He had lived in peace for over half a century. Even though there was a wide gap between their strengths, the young man could perhaps entertain him.
Yang Jeong-cheon thought he had no fire left in him, but he could clearly feel it burning within him at this moment.
âYou wonât die if you try your best,â he told Yoo-seong with a smile.
âNo⌠if we continue, all the secrets that the Red Dragon Society had will be gone,â Yoo-seong groaned.
Before Yang Jeong-cheon could say anything, Yoo-seong continued.
âI got into trouble with the person whom you know as someone behind Tenz because I learned Pacheonma Geukki in a battle.â
Yoo-seong re-arranged his crutches. Then, he continued.
âBut of course, if itâs okay for you for a stranger to learn all your techniques, then a duel would be a good experience.â
Yang Jeong-cheon remained silent.
âShall we try it?â Yoo-seong asked him.
He raised a hand and shook it as if to say that he changed his mind.
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âAll right, then.â
âGoodbye,â Yang Jeong-cheon dismissed him.
The old man raised a teacup to his lips and listened to the sound of crutches and heavy footsteps leaving the room.
âFatherâŚâ
âThat person said he did not want to take over the Red Dragon.â
Biyeon nodded. Even if she didnât understand the conversation, she could read through the situation.
She wasnât an idiot. At this point, her shoulders had dropped in disappointment. Her father looked at her with a sad expression on his face.
âBut⌠I donât know,â her father said.
âWhat?â
âEven if heâs not interested in the Red Dragon⌠if you were in a relationship with himâŚâ
Yang Biyeonâs eyes widened. His father watched her expression and smiled.
âI want you to go ahead and try your best,â he said. Upon hearing this, Yang Biyeon stood and turned away, embarrassed.
âWhere are you going?â her father asked.
âI have to drive him back!â Biyeon cried out.
Then, she began running away, almost colliding against the employees that were bringing in their food. Yang Jeong-cheon sighed and took another sip of tea.
âGet me some alcohol,â he told the employees. He had a faint smile on his lips.
âIt wouldnât be too bad if they fall in love,â he muttered.
âOf course, itâs up to them.â
âŚ
On the ride back to the hospital, Yoo-seong suddenly raised his hand. Biyeon immediately stopped the vehicle.
âWhatâs the matter?â she asked.
Then, realizing that Yoo-seong could not hear her, she hurriedly pulled her phone out. Yoo-seong bent towards her.
âHuh?â She felt Yoo-seongâs thumb gently press down her lower lip.
Yoo-seong left a fine thread of Aura over her lips before pulling his finger away.
âIt would be better to talk while listening to each otherâs voices,â he said.
He wanted to try out the new trick he learned from the crazy meeting he had with her father. Biyeon quickly understood.
âCan you hear me?â she asked him.
âYes. Your voice sounds pretty,â he remarked.
Biyeon didnât know how to react.
âLetâs get out of the car,â Yoo-seong added.
âYes?â
âWe didnât have lunch. Iâm hungry.â
Biyeon looked outside and smiled brightly as she understood.
The reason why Yoo-seong asked her to stop the car was because of a food stall across the street. The said stall was selling lamb skewers and rice.
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âLetâs go!â she said as she went out, her footsteps light.
However, as she approached the stall and began to order, her eyebrows furrowed.
âYou donât take credit cards?â
âDonât worry,â Yoo-seong spoke behind her.
He brought some cash. As he reached out to give her the money, he threw a little joke.
âDonât burn it, okay?â he said with a smile.
He instantly regretted it as he watched Biyeonâs face turned red. Fortunately, she was wearing her usual fireproof clothes from home.
The other customers eating nearby felt something strange.
âWhy is it suddenly so hot here?â one of them said out loud while fanning himself.
Yoo-seong smiled at Yang Biyeon, as if telling her it was okay. Soon, they found a table and began eating rice and lamb skewers.
Passersby stop at the sight of the supercar parked near a humble food stall. However, Yoo-seong and Yang Biyeon didnât mind. They dug into their food right away.
After a while, Yang Biyeon felt Yoo-seong watching her.
âYes?â
âMy ideal type,â he hesitated for a while before continuing, âA girl who eats well.â
Biyeon blushed again as she realized that her cheeks were filled with food.
He was turning thirty this year. Over the past year, he had concentrated on hunting and training.
He did not experience any pleasant feelings toward someone of the opposite gender for a long time. Watching Biyeon down food with such gusto, a foolish feeling took over him, even just for a moment.
She stared at him with eyes wide open.
Then, she pointed at the bowls on their table. There were two bowls filled with food.
âYou have to finish this!â she said, with her cheeks full like a squirrelâs.
Yoo-seong then began laughing.
Biyeon lowered her head for a moment and finished chewing, then lifted it up again with a smile. They held each otherâs gazes for a while.
However, there was a sudden change in the atmosphere.
Yoo-seong didnât hear it, but felt the goosebumps on his skin. It was the same feeling he had a year ago when he first received the button.
The feeling of a crack opening.
âA sudden rift?â
Before Yoo-seong could even speakâŚ
Pang-!!
A terrible pressure hit the streets. Windows broke, and people screamed in panic.
âDamn it!â Yoo-seong yelled as he looked up at the sky.
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A crack of about 300-meters wide was beginning to form.
âPlease,â he prayed earnestly, âlet there be no monsters coming from it.â
However, Yoo-seong was out of luck. Shanghai was about to experience the worst civilian disaster since the early days of Chinese history.