IJWEP 07

Chapter 7….

I’m doomed.

Baek Seon opened his eyes, teeth chattering as he curled up his body.

‘Dang Baek Seon… did he even eat some Snow Ginseng or something?’

It’s cold.

So cold that it felt like he might go insane.

Pressing his palm to his forehead, he tried to lift himself up, but it felt like forcing his stiffened body to move.

‘Why are these symptoms appearing all of a sudden?’

Since the possession, Baek Seon had only made one mistake: using the Demon Sect’s mind technique with Dang Baek Seon’s body.

But even if his energy channels were twisted, there’s no way this kind of cold would rise.

‘Let’s see.’

Baek Seon sat cross-legged and examined his body. He couldn’t circulate his energy, so all he could do was compare his body today with yesterday. Yet he could clearly find the difference.

‘My body’s cold.’

Not only that, he felt short of breath despite not moving much, his body stiffened, and moving started to become difficult.

And there was only one illness that showed these symptoms.

‘…Jue Mai Syndrome (Absolute Pulse Disease).’

A rare disease where energy channels are broken in places, preventing internal energy from flowing smoothly.

If Dang Baek Seon truly had this disease, it meant his body’s yin-yang balance was completely destroyed.

‘So that’s why there weren’t any noticeable symptoms when I slept next to Lang.’

After all, Cheon Lang was an exceptionally yang-filled man.

But it was strange. Absolute Pulse Disease is usually congenital. For the symptoms to suddenly appear now, when nothing showed up during the possession, was definitely abnormal.

Moreover, Baek Seon had never known that someone with Absolute Pulse Disease could feel such extreme cold.

‘Since Dang Baek Seon can use martial arts, I can’t be certain it’s Absolute Pulse Syndrome, but this is the symptom that seems most suspicious…’

It was best to take the first practical solution.

There were two ways to treat Absolute Pulse Disease caused by excessive yin energy.

The first, usually used by wealthy families, was the simplest. Eat an extremely potent yang medicine, and then circulate energy to absorb it fully into the body. This would alleviate the symptoms.

However, Baek Seon couldn’t circulate his energy, and he certainly couldn’t afford expensive medicines.

Naturally, the only alternative was…

Sleeping with a man whose yang energy was strong. Not just once, but repeatedly, until the yin energy settled and the yang energy stabilized in his body.

Of course, it wasn’t merely lying beside him—it required absorbing the man’s yang energy into his own body, making it completely his own.

‘I don’t like the idea of sleeping with a man I’ve never met…’

But it was better than slowly dying from illness.

“Cheon Lang.”

Hearing Baek Seon’s voice as he sat cross-legged, Cheon Lang, who was watching him from afar, shivered slightly.

“…What is it?”

Seeing Cheon Lang’s overly wary expression, Baek Seon slowly rose.

“I… I need to step out for a moment.”

“…Alone?”

“Yes? Yes.”

“Where are you going?”

Cheon Lang scanned Baek Seon up and down. On the surface, he seemed fine, but internally… he must be suffering. Yet Baek Seon didn’t show any sign of pain.

“Well… it’s a private matter, I guess…”

“Private matter?”

After a moment’s hesitation, Baek Seon decided to be honest.

“The cold has persisted since last night. It’s worse than I thought, and in this state, I might freeze to death before reaching Sacheon, so I plan to deal with this cold.”

“How do you plan to deal with it? Do you even know the cause?”

Baek Seon replied, “Judging from the symptoms, I think it might be Absolute Pulse Disease.”

Cheon Lang frowned. He would know his own body best. How could someone else casually say, “I think it might be…” as if describing someone else?

While Cheon Lang was feeling confused, Baek Seon continued.

“So I plan to resolve it now. You can’t accompany me to such a place, can you?”

“Where are you going?”

Cheon Lang, who had been standing at a distance, suddenly stepped forward.

Grabbing Baek Seon’s wrist tightly, he spoke each word slowly, as if he couldn’t let him go.

“Cheon… Lang? Did I say something wrong?”

Before Baek Seon could finish, Cheon Lang twisted his wrist, pulling him with incredible force, and without hesitation, laid him on the bed.

“Cheon Lang!”

Why was he so angry? Did he have a bad memory related to this kind of thing?

While Baek Seon was flustered, Cheon Lang climbed on top of him and growled.

“There’s no need to go to someone else, right? There’s someone with strong yang energy right in front of you.”

“W-What…?”

“If you’re going to spread your legs for another, just do it for me.”

Baek Seon couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Did these words really come from Cheon Lang?

Unable to hide his embarrassment, Baek Seon grabbed Cheon Lang’s arm, trying to stop him.

Cheon Lang frowned.

“Why? If it’s just to fill your yang energy, I’m the perfect person for it. What’s the problem?”

It wasn’t wrong. Cheon Lang was full of yang energy, strong enough to counter the cold Baek Seon carried.

But for Baek Seon, this was absolutely unthinkable.

“Cheon Lang… calm down, please!”

In fact, Baek Seon had not expected this reaction. He had only expected a little contempt.

Even though The Descent of the Celestial Demon was a BL novel, the martial arts world was strict.

Men meeting women was normal. So he assumed Cheon Lang would ridicule the idea of a man embracing another man.

This reaction was completely unexpected.

“Let go.”

Cheon Lang looked down at Baek Seon’s hand and spoke. Having forced himself on top, he couldn’t push further seeing Baek Seon’s fearful expression, and bit his lip.

Baek Seon swallowed hard. He didn’t understand Cheon Lang’s behavior at all.

“Why… are you doing this?”

“Why?”

Cheon Lang repeated the question, looking slightly confused, as if he didn’t understand his own reaction.

‘Ah… could it be…’

Was he angry that Baek Seon was trying to ask someone else for help when he could assist himself?

‘Perhaps…’

Cheon Lang had a strong need for recognition. Even during Baek Seon’s cultivation, he would run to his master seeking praise after achieving a goal.

He likely couldn’t understand why Baek Seon sought help elsewhere when someone capable was right in front of him.

‘Maybe he’s angry because he felt unnecessary.’

Lang often felt loneliness in such matters.

“Then…”