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"Poison among blossom"

Chung Myung x Yin Yue (OC) x Jang Ilso

Yin Yue, no one knows her, her story her real background. But she knows someone all to well, her love, Chung Myung.

And the curse that's bound to catch up to them.

Will Yin Yue’s power enough to rewrite their fate, or is history destined to repeat itself?

"I’ve already watched you die once, Chung Myung. Once is enough."

(will follow the manhwa and novel)

The Return of the blossoming blade belongs to BIGA

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Warning: mentions of death, blood,

5k+ wc

Beneath the tall trees of a mountain full of life stood a small village hidden from the world. A village name 'Hu shen'. It's a hidden village that some think are just rumours.

Its people thrived under the protection of the fox spirit, Hui Ling.

Hui Ling was once the guardian of these forests, a divine creature who kept the balance and watched over the villagers.

But she broke her sacred vows for one man Chung Yuan, a travelling merchant who charmed her with his words and visits.

For him, Hui Ling revealed her true form, risking her safety to fall in love with a human. Forgetting her role to protect her village.

What Hui Ling did not know was that Yuan had ulterior motives. Beneath his charming smile and gentle words lay a greedy heart.

Yuan had heard the rumors that the fox spirit could grant wishes, heal the sick, and even curse her enemies. Yuan wanted her powers for himself.

Wealth, status, and power consumed his thoughts, and he was willing to do anything to achieve them.

For years, Yuan and Hui Ling shared secret moments under the stars, hidden in her cave deep within the forest. Ling believed in his love.

She granted his wishes, ensuring his success and happiness. She was content, thinking she had found her true love. Forgetting her followers thay prayed for her.

But true love doesn't exist for her kind.

One day, Yuan returned from the city not alone but with another woman by his side.

The woman, Meilin, was a nobleman's daughter, adorned in silk and jade. From the shadows, Ling watched as Yuan introduced Meilin to his family and villagers.

Her heart shattered.

Days passed, and Yuan never returned to the forest. Hua Ling, blinded by sorrow called the gods for help what she should do.

Guanyin, the goddess of mercy, an all hearing and all seeing one. "Hua Ling, your actions these past few years had been affecting the humanity. You know your position yet you strayed away. This is your punishment"

Hua Ling knew, because of her obsession with Chung Yuan, many of her people died from sickness. While praying for her healing but ignored them.

Hua Ling hearing this cried "Why? Why me? I did my best to protect them"

Guanyin answered "The son of that Merchant, and his wife will be the death of you because of a mistake you will make."

A light in front lf Hua Ling shined bright "And as punishment, I shall take your powers. But unfortunately it will be take a lot of time"

Scared, Hua ling ran far away from the goddes whos much more stronger than her. 'Will be the death of me?, I must do something!'

She went and finally confronted Chung Yuan.

Under the moonlight, she appeared before him. Her beauty didn't change, but her used to loving expression showed anger.

"You've forgotten me," she whispered, her voice trembling with both rage and heartbreak. "You chose wealth over love."

Yuan stood silent, his face pale. He had no words to offer, no defense for his betrayal. Ling's gaze turned to the grand home he now shared with Meilin.

She could sense the life growing inside the woman a child who would inherit all of Yuan's riches and ambitions.

Ling's lips curled into a bitter smile, but her golden eyes held an unearthly glow.

"I gave you my heart, my everything, and this is how you repay me? For that, I will give your child a gift a curse."

Yuan's eyes widened in horror. "What are you saying?"

Hui Ling stepped closer, her true form revealing itself under the moonlight. Her fox ears twitched, and her nine tails swayed behind her.

"Your child will never know love. Each time they fall in love, it will end in tragedy. Their lover will die before they can build a life together, and the cycle will repeat in every lifetime. Worse, their lover will remember every loss, but your child will not."

Her voice grew colder, the wind howling through the trees as her curse bound itself to the earth. 'Yes this is perfect, I wont kill them giving them a chance in life but they wont also have enough time to kill me even if my powers weaken and break the curse'

Because once her powers were gone, the curse itself would break.

Yuan fell to his knees, begging for forgiveness, but Ling turned away, disappearing into the shadows.

Years later, Yuan's son, Chung Myung, grew into a handsome and successful merchant.

With raven black hair and sharp features, he was adored by many. His wealth brought luxury and power, but despite all he had, love is something he didn't like.

Until he met Yin Yue.

Yin Yue was unlike anyone Chung Myung had ever known. She was a gambler with a sharp wit, living life on her own terms. Her confidence and recklessness fascinated him, drawing him in like a moth to a flame. Even if she was a beggar, he still chose her.

Chung Myung saved her from her dangerous life.

Though their love grew, Yin Yue soon learned the truth of the curse that plagued Chung Myung.

An old fortune teller had warned her "He is cursed. His love will always end in tragedy. Only someone with great strength can break it."

Yin Yue didn't believe in curses until the signs became undeniable.

Misfortune followed them wherever they went Chung Myung's business faltered, his once loyal partners turned against him, and his family's jealousy simmered beneath their polite masks.

Despite it all, Yin Yue stayed by his side, determined to protect him. But the curse was relentless.

One night, as Chung Myung rested his head on Yin Yue's lap, he whispered, "With you, I feel like I could forget the world."

Yin Yue smiled, but her heart was heavy. She had consulted every mystic, searched for every solution, yet the curse remained unbreakable.

She held him close, silently vowing to fight fate itself if it meant saving him.

But the curse struck without warning.

Chung Myung fell gravely ill, his body wracked with pain. Yin Yue stayed by his side, but deep down, she knew the truth he had been poisoned. His own family, driven by greed and envy, had betrayed him.

As Chung Myung's life faded, he clung to Yin Yue's hand. "Who... did this?" he rasped.

Tears streamed down her face, "Your own family".

"They'll pay," he whispered, his voice weak but resolute. " I'll make them pay..."

Yin Yue screamed his name as his body went still, her heart breaking into pieces. But even in death, the curse's shadow lingered.

Desperate to stay with him, Yin Yue took a blade and with her shaking hands, she slit her throat.

Hoping to meet him in the afterlife. Darkness enveloped her, but instead of peace, she found herself face to face with Ling.

The fox spirit's beauty was as striking as ever, her expression amused. "Poor girl. You got caught up in a mess that wasn't yours. But Chung Myung deserves his curse after all, his father betrayed me first."

Yine Yue was shocked at her words "why me? why us?"

Hui Ling smirked "I asked the gods why did it happen to me also, but now I've found the truth." She pointed at Yin Yue "You woman, will be the death of me"

Yin Yue's hands trembled with rage. "You monster! I'll kill you! I'll tear you apart! I'll make you eat your own heart!"

Ling smirked, stepping closer. "You? Kill me? Little mouse, you're far too weak. But try if you must."

With those words, Hua Ling vanished, leaving Yin Yue alone in the void. Determined, Yin Yue vowed to find a way to break the curse and destroy Ling, even if it took lifetimes.

As the darkness consumed her, Yin Yue whispered, "I'll see you again, Chung Myung... and this time, I'll save us both."

Because Chung Myung saved her before. Now it's her turn to save him.

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Two hundred years had passed before both of them got reborn

The cult leaders sat in the shadow of their own twisted power. In the heart of the cult, among rituals and whispers of control, a young girl named Chung Myung the reincarnation of him was born.

She was the daughter of the cult leader, raised to be the future head of their fanatical order, surrounded by secrets and blood oaths.

Chung Myung's beauty was ethereal, her presence commanding even at a young age. But within her eyes, there was something different. 'Her soul, though unaware, was bound to a past life, to mistakes and betrayals.

Unbeknownst to her, there was someone watching over her, someone who had known her for far longer than she could imagine.

His name was Yin Yue her personal guard. A man of strong stature, sharp eyed and loyal or so the cult believed. But Yin Yue was not simply a guard.

He remembered everything. Their past life. Past heartbreak. In his previous life, he had been the lover of the man who was now reincarnated as a woman.

He had seen Chung Myung the man he love urns into a woman. But Yin Yue had never stopped loving him, even after death.

Now, seeing Chung Myung reborn as girl, he was determined to protect her, to break the cycle that had brought them nothing but suffering.

Yin Yue met Chung Myung with the same smile Yin Yue always adored

Chung Myung was different in this life. Innocent, pure, unaware of the curse that had bound her to heartbreak in every incarnation. But she was trapped in the cult, a prisoner of her birthright, expected to lead them when the time came.

Yin Yue had been placed by her side as a protector, an enforcer of the cult's will. But secretly, he had vowed to save her from their clutches and from the curse that clung to her fate.

In the stillness of the night, Yin Yue would watch over Chung Myung as she slept, his heart heavy with the memories of their past life, aching for the love they had shared and lost. He could never tell her the truth she wouldn't understand, not yet. But he could protect her. He could rewrite their story.

One night, as they stood together on the balcony of the towering cult fortress, Chung Myung turned to him, her eyes soft under the moonlight.

"Yin Yue," she said quietly, "Why do you always look at me as if you've known me forever?"

Yin Yue's breath caught in his throat. He couldn't tell her not everything but something in her gaze, the quiet longing, urged him to speak.

"Because," he began, choosing his words carefully, "In another life, I think we knew each other. I swore to protect you, always."

Chung Myung smiled, a flicker of something familiar in her expression, but it was gone as quickly as it appeared.

"I trust you," she said softly, her hand lightly brushing his arm. "I feel safe with you."

Yin Yue's heart ached, knowing that even now, as their bond began to bloom again, tragedy loomed. The cult was growing restless, its leaders more fanatical by the day. He had heard whispers dark plans, dangerous rituals. They were planning something violent, something that would tear Chung Myung's family apart.

But worse, the curse still lingered, waiting for the moment to strike.

One night, the prophecy came to pass. The cult revolted against Chung Myung's family, claiming that the leaders had grown too weak, too complacent. They sought a new beginning one that would rise from the ashes of the old.

Yin Yue fought through the chaos, his blade slashing through enemies as the fortress burned around him. Flames roared, devouring the wood and stone.

He has to find Chung Myung, he had to save her before it was too late.

Inside the heart of the fire, Chung Myung stood frozen, her eyes wide with horror as she watched her family perish in the flames. The cult members turned on them, one by one, executing them in cold blood. Her father, the great cult leader, was engulfed by the blaze as he tried to save his power.

Yin Yue reached her just as the flames closed in. He grabbed her hand, pulling her from the wreckage, but as they ran through the burning hallways, a pillar collapsed, separating them.

"Chung Myung! " Yin Yue shouted, desperately trying to reach her through the inferno.

But as he fought his way toward her, the flames consumed the world around him.

In the final moments before the building collapsed, Chung Myung face flashed before him, her terrified eyes locking onto his. In that instant, the memories of every life, every death, seemed to flood back into her, the realization of who they once were dawning in her gaze.

She whispered his name "Yin Yue, my love", as if she finally remembered.

And then the flames took her.

Yin Yue screamed, rushing forward, but it was too late. The cult's fortress crumbled around him, the fire swallowing everything in its path. As he stood amidst the ruins, the ash and smoke choking the air, he realized that the curse had struck again. He had failed once more.

Yin Yue cried his heart out, the light in his eyes completely gone

Chung Myung was gone, and with her, the chance to break the curse in this life. But as the fire burned out and the cult's stronghold lay in ruins, Yin Yue knew one thing: they would meet again. The curse would bring them together once more, in another life, and he would try again to break the tragic cycle that bound their souls.

He grabs his swords his hands shaking, he slits his throat as he coughed blood. A familiar darkness in his vision.

Yin Yue decided he would get much stronger. Yin Yue will kill Hua Ling alone without Chung Myung by her side, but that's okay. Because Chung Myung won't even remember Yin Yue

For love was eternal, and even in death, Yin Yue would not abandon Chung Myung.

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In the training ground of Mount Hua, the plum blossoms were in full bloom, their delicate petals swirling like pink snowflakes in the spring breeze.

Chung Myung, reincarnated into a body that carried the legacy of a great swordsman, spent his days training and honing his skills. Yet, despite his strenght, he felt an emptiness, a void where memories should reside.

In this life, he was unaware of the curses or the heartbreaks that had haunted his past incarnations. He was strong, confident, and determined to protect Mount Huam

Meanwhile, Yin Yue wandered the outskirts of the mountain, born into a body she considered ugly, plain brown hair, freckles and unsymmetrical face with deep eye bags, with features that often drew scorn instead of admiration, she struggled with deep insecurities.

Yet, beneath the surface, she carried the weight of knowledge from her previous lives love she had lost, the pain of betrayal, and the strength she once wielded as a guard for Chung Myung.

She joined Mount hua, and she knows how strong the plum blossoming saint is. With that skill, she's confident she can kill the fox spirit alone.

Yin Yue was an orphan and a beggar, so the sect leader took her in. But the sect leader didn't know that Yin Yue joined the Ghost clan before, there shed cultivate her speed and strength, her amazing footwork that amazed everyone in the sect

Yin Yue had hoped to avoid Chung Myung, fearing that being close to him would only bring her heartache. The moment she saw him during his training, a pang of recognition struck her.

He was so much like the man she had loved, yet she reminded herself that this was a new life, and she was a different person one unworthy of his affections.

As she attempted to keep her distance,

Chung Myung did try to approach her, but Chung Myung only felt her keeping her distance. Confused Chung Myung only shrugged his shoulder, hes used to people avoiding him in fear.

fate intervened. One afternoon, while walking in the mountains to secretly train her speed, she spotted a group of bandits attacking one of Mount huas deciples . It was Chung Myung.

Without thinking, she dashed toward him, her instincts kicking in as she remembered the fighting techniques from her past life. The instict to protect Chung Myung even though she knew he was much stronger than her hes the plum blossom saint!

But she's scared that the curse will kill him again

"Chung Myung! Sahyung!" she shouted, rushing in to help, her heart pounding in her chest. He turned, momentarily surprised at her speed and agility.

"Stay back!" he commanded, but it was too late. Yin Yue was already engaged in the fight, her movements fluid and precise as she dispatched one bandit after another. The plum blossoms that surround every bandit, defeating them flawlessly

Chung Myung watched in awe as she fought. "You're incredible!" he exclaimed as he remembered how she flawlessly summoned plum blossoms and her amazing footwork, his admiration evident. "Who taught you?"

Yin Yue hesitated, remembering the truth that she could not share. "I've just picked up a few things along the way, and sasuk thought me too" she replied, her voice shaky.

Chung Myung approached her, breathless and grinning. "You fought like a warrior. But I didn't need your help though." Chung Myung said bluntly

Yin Yue immediately bowed her head her eyes with deep eye bags closed in fear

"I'm sorry, sahyung! I didn't help you because you're weak, infact your very strong and admired you from afar and I want you to be my teacher-" she immediately closed her mouth after realizing what she said

Her heart raced, torn between the thrill of acceptance and the fear of growing close to him.

Chung Myung heard her loud and clear, if other's said that to him hed immediately turn them down. But theres something about this girl that draws him in.

"Sure," Yin Yue immediately straighten her back in shocked hed even accept.

"Really?!"

Chung Myung folded his arms smirking down at her

"But it'll cost alcohol"

Yin Yue sighed

Against her better judgment, Yin Yue accepted, drawn to him in a way she could not explain.

At Mount Hua, as the years passed, she trained alongside him, pushing herself to grow stronger. Chung Myung's presence was a balm to her wounded spirit, and she began to feel a connection that transcended their current lives.

One evening, under the stars, as they trained together, the atmosphere grew heavy with unspoken feelings. Yin Yue felt warmth radiating from Chung Myung as he caught his breath beside her, sweat glistening on his brow.

"Yin Yue," he said softly, breaking the silence, "you've become such an important part of my life. I can't explain it, but I feel like I've known you forever."

Yin Yue's heart raced, and she felt a rush of conflicting emotions. "You're just saying that because you know I admire you," she replied, her insecurity creeping in. "I'm not special. You're everyone looks up to."

He shook his head, stepping closer. "No, it's more than that. There's something about you something that draws me in. I see strength in you that others overlook."

As he gazed into her eyes, something deep within Yin Yue awakened. "Chung Myung," she whispered, "I..."

Before she could finish, he leaned in, capturing her lips in a tender kiss. Time seemed to freeze around them, and Yin Yue felt a rush of warmth envelop her, washing away her insecurities.

She kissed him back, pouring everything she had into that moment the love she had lost, the pain she had endured, and the hope of a brighter future.

But their bliss was short lived.

The demonic sect had began to attack for the war. As warriors gathered to defend their home, tension filled the air. Chung Myung and Yin Yue didn't stood side by side,but they're ready to face whatever threat lay ahead.

As the battle began, Yin Yue fought fiercely, her heart pounding as she caught glimpses of every man and woman dead, as blood of rivers stained her white clothes, now ripped from the bottom.

She panted and clenched her hands, she knows that she already failed again. She can hear Ling laughing at the distance

Yin Yue immediately runs to her love, searching for him desperately

Yin Yue saw Chung Myung standing alone he was bleeding, his other arms now long gone. Chung Myungs body collapsed, and her smile immediately disappeared.

As he fell to the ground , Yin Yue's world shattered around her. "No! Chung Myung!" she cried, rushing to his side, cradling his head in her lap. "Stay with me! You can't leave me like this!"

His eyes fluttered open, pain etched on his face. "Yin Yue... I..."

But the life faded from his eyes, leaving her alone in her grief. A howl of anguish escaped her lips, and in that moment, the weight of their past lives crushed her heart.

Yin Yue closed Chung Myung's eyes

This time, tears didn't fall

"Damn the fox spirit!" she screamed into the night, a surge of power rising within her. "You've taken everything from me! I will make you pay! I will become stronger, no matter the cost!"

In that moment of despair, Yin Yue felt a shift within her. The power of her past lives coursed through her veins, igniting a fierce determination.

She swore revenge not only for Chung Myung but for the rest her body needed. She was tired of living.

She would become unstoppable, even if it meant hurting the man she loved.

Yin Yue grabs Chung Myungs sword, her hands didn't shake when she slits her throat

Yin Yue died, besides the man she loved again.

But, she won't repeat the same mistake.

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Yin Yue sat at a corner table, quietly observing the movement of people around her. A half-eaten plate of dumplings sat in front of her, but her appetite had long faded. Her mind was consumed with thoughts of her plan.

'A hundred year passed...' She gazed out the window, the distant mountains barely visible in the horizon.

In this life she learned more about the fox demon from the books she read. It stated that she resided in a hidden village hidden far away from civilisation.

'First, Mount Hua,' she thought to herself.

'I'll make the daggers my true weapon of choice. And then...' Her fingers lightly traced the edge of the porcelain cup in front of her.

'Then, I'll join Ten thousand people Clan.'

Her mind drifted back to three years ago, the day she first crossed paths with Jang Il So. Even as a young man, his charisma and calculating nature had been unmistakable. He had seen something in her that day a potential ally, or perhaps, a pawn.

But Yin Yue had her own reasons for seeking him out. If she wanted the strength to accomplish her goals, she needed to align herself with power, even if it meant walking a dangerous path. She felt that, Jang Il So knew something about goddesses and demons.

The clatter of dishes and the hum of conversation faded into the background as she mapped out her next steps. Visiting Mount Hua was was personal. Memories of her time there in her past life lingered in the back of her mind like ghosts. The weight of her mission pressed heavily on her chest, but she shook her head to clear the doubts creeping in.

Taking a sip from her tea, she glanced at the patrons around her. Most were travelers or locals, caught up in their own worlds.

None of them would ever suspect the storm brewing in the heart of the young woman sitting quietly among them.

'I can't falter now. The fox demon is out there, and every step I take brings me closer to finding her,' Yin Yue reminded herself. 'But I need strength-more than what I have now. And if Jang Il So can give me that, I'll do whatever it takes.'

Her resolve hardened, Yin Yue finished her tea in one swift motion, leaving a few coins on the table. As she stood and adjusted her clothes, her thoughts flickered briefly to Mount Hua. The faces of the disciples she once fought alongside, and the one she once loved, flashed in her mind. For a moment, a pang of guilt filled her heart

Shaking it off, she stepped out. The path she had chosen was clear, even if it led her further away from the life she once dreamed of.

Yin Yue stopped in her tracks when she saw a three tall men surrounding a teen.

Three beggar men surrounded a small frail man. The man's ragged clothing clung to his thin frame, and his dirt smudged face as he ate food he bought from the coins thrown at him.

"Hey brat!"

The man ignored the booming voice behind him.

"Hey you little brat! Are you deaf!" one of the men screamed at him

He stopped eating and looked back at them with his mouth full of food.

Before the three men can hurt him

Yin Yue, dressed in fine but modest men's clothing inserted herself between the child and the attackers. Her presence immediately silenced the group. Her tall, elegant figure and sharp gaze caught their attention, but their confusion quickly turned into scowl.

"Who's this? A man playing dress-up? Or a woman trying to be a man?" one of them mocked, laughter erupting among them.

"Yeah right! You're to beautiful to be a man!" The ugly man mocked her

Yin Yue smirked, unbothered by their remarks. Taking a step forward, she cracked her neck and slid into a stance, Left foot forward while her she put her right arm straight forward, palms open. her posture poised and confident.

"I'm a woman," she said , her tone dripping with hatred.

The men hesitated for a brief moment before rushing her.

They never stood a chance.

Yin Yue moved with fluid grace and precision, her fists and feet striking with the force of someone who had trained for years.

Within moments, the three men were sprawled on the ground, groaning in pain. A large bump at their head was seen. She didn't spare them a second glance.

The beggar felt like he had known this woman before, inside his heart he was yearning for a woman he had just met

'I should stop thinking about this I'm a taken man!!' He thought as he punched himself hard enough to leave read marks. Though he thinks he deserves death for what he did.

The beggar peeked from behind her, his wide eyes glimmering with awe. "You're amazing, it was flawless!" he said, his voice trembling with excitement.

"What's your name? I promise to return your kindness in ten folds!"

Yin Yue turned to him, her expression softening slightly. "Yin Yue," she replied.

The beggar froze, his mouth falling open. His shoulders trembled before he whispered, "Yin Yue...? Is it really you?"

Her brows furrowed in confusion tilting her head. "What do you mean?"

"It's me!Chung Myung! The plum blossom saint!! Aka your lover!!" he said, tears welling in his eyes, his brows furrowed in frustration

The name hit her like a thunderclap. Her chest tightened as she stared at the beggar, who was now staring at her with an overwhelming sense of relief. Before she could say anything, the boy threw himself at her, wrapping his thin arms around her waist in a tight hug.

"I'm so happy I found you," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "I thought I was all alone getting reincarnated. I was scared I'd never find you again, my significant other."

Yin Yue's eyes widened. She stiffened, overwhelmed by the his words and the warmth of his embrace.

Pushing him away gently, she knelt to his level, her voice shaking slightly. "You remember me?" she asked.

Chung Myung laughed softly, tears glistening in the corners of his eyes. "Of course I do. How could I forget?"

"How did you even know it was me? We just met and I look completely wayyy different!" Yin Yue screamed as she pointed at herself

Chung Myung crossed his arms and smirked

"Because my heart only beats for the woman I'm fated with" He said with a smug look.

'that doesn't make any sense'

Her gaze dropped, her face partially hidden by shadows. Fear flickered in her eyes as she thought,

'This is bad. The plan has already failed. I'm just here to visit Mount Hua. Why did I have to stumble upon him again? And why can he remember me?'

Chung Myung noticed her getting silent worried he asked

"Are you okay?" Chung Myung asked, his small hand reaching up to caress her cheek.

The tenderness of the gesture jolted her from her thoughts. She locked eyes with him, forcing a smile despite the worry in her heart. She leaned deeper to his hands and thought.

'I guess I really can't escape him, huh?' she thought grimly.

"Nothing," she said aloud, brushing off his concern. Standing quickly, she grabbed his wrist and started to lead him away.

"I'm happy with our reunion, but you need a bath. Let's go. I know a public bathhouse nearby. I can buy you some clothes."

Before she could pull him along, Chung Myung yanked his hand back, his gaze serious. "No, Yin Yue. We need to go to Mount Hua already. Didn't you know that our sect-"

"I know," she interrupted, her voice sharp. "I've been alive for eighteen years in this second life."

Chung Myung's eyes widened as he took her in fully for the first time. The fine, tailored clothing, the scent of jasmine lingering around her-it all made him pause. His brows furrowed. "You've been here? All this time?"

She sighed, scratching the back of her neck awkwardly. "I had a bit of a trouble," she lied smoothly. "I couldn't leave until I turned eighteen. I'm sorry."

Her tone was apologetic, but her eyes avoided his, betraying her.

Chung Myung frowned but said nothing. Finally, he sighed and grabbed her wrist. "Fine. I forgive you. Let's go."

Before she could protest, he started leading her toward the direction of Mount Hua.

Yin Yue followed, a complicated mix of relief and dread swirling within her as the weight of her reunion with Chung Myung settled in her heart.

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damiiimidassss · 23 days ago

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Chung Myung x Taoist priestess reader

Warning: mentions of blood, death, and religious activities.

Wc. 6.3k

You didn't understand the hype and praises they give to the plum blossom saint.

You’re a Taoist priestess but not the calm, silent type people expect. You talk back, roll your eyes, and don’t put up with anyone’s nonsense. Being a woman in a world where men stay on top, you need to show people that you're not someone they should look down on.

You live in a temple nestled up the mountain, where people come to you for blessings, healing, or answers about their future. Most of the time, you help them. You light incense, draw talismans, and try to act like a proper priestess. But the truth is, your role as a bit different from the others.

You were born with a gift or maybe a curse. The gods gave you the ability to see into someone’s future, but only if they want to know and are willing to give something in return. And that something?

A drop of their blood and giving up the most important treasure in their life.

Whether it's money, jewels, or even family heirloom. You need money to survive after all, and it shows willingness.

And they must walk on the right path in their life.

That’s how your visions start. One sip, and you see what’s ahead love, war, death, regrets. Not all of it is pretty. Which is why you rarely do it.

Then there’s the plum blossom saint. You heard him from rumours, from beggars who pray in your temple, from women who fawned over him whenever you buy food.

They said, he's Loud. Arrogant. A walking headache. He charges into fights like he’s invincible and talks like the heavens owe him something.

You concluded you hate him truly. Why? Well he ignores Taoist teachings like they’re optional, disrespects every quiet truth you’ve ever lived by, and thinks problems can be solved with a sword and a cocky grin.

At first you didn't believe those rumours but you find him down the market, drinking and eating like a glutton.

As a taoist priestess who holds the teaching in your heart, you concluded you already hate this guy.

You tried to stay away from him.

But unfortunately, buddah likes to play with you.

One afternoon, you’re sitting quietly in your temple when Chung Myung arrives without warning. He walks in like he owns the place. Your disciples tries to stop him but he just shrugs them off.

Nearby, a man is begging on his knees, offering money to you. “Please, priestess, read my future! I’ll pay anything.”

You look at the man calmly. “Not everyone deserves to see their future,” you say. “Only those who walk the right path can be granted that gift.” you hands clenched in anger,

‘This man is in severe debt, he wants to know the future if he will win another gamble he'll take tonight.’ you thought, you saw this man once outside a gambling place crying after he lost another game of Pai gow. Losing his only source of income.

You didn't notice you have an audience watching.

Chung Myung tilted his head with a smirk ‘Oh, now thats some strict rules’ his eyes bore down to your expression showing annoyance ‘Even a taoist priestess can make that face? thought only monks can do that’ he sneered remembering those bald heads who looked at him with those expression.

The man grunted face twisting In anger “What the hell does that mean?! I climbed this stupid mountain just for you to say no?”

You glared down at him, frowning and showing your displeasure “Then climb back down. The gods won’t speak to someone who tries to force answers.”

“You’re just a scammer in fancy robes!” He lunges. Fast. But before he can even harm you with a hidden blade.

You immediately grab a hidden dagger under the rug for instances like this.

Chung Myung who was quick, jumps between you and the attacker, pulling his sword and blocking the strike.

The man grunted falling on his back “What the–”

“Back off,” Chung Myung glared down at him.

The man freezes as he sees the symbol on his clothes ‘that symbol! The Mount Hua sect!’ in fear he runs away.

The grip on your daggers loosen and hide it under the rug. A priestess cannot be seen with a weapon to hurt someone.

“Who are you?”

You sat again comfortably, You looked at the person who saved you. “And Why did you help me?”

“Chung Myung, a disciple from Mount Hua” He looked down at you, smirking. As he insert his sword back “I want something from you, and i'm sure you already knew what”

You stared at him, seeing him up close. His qi is different from every swordsman who visits you. But after what happened you needed a break.

You raise your left hands “Come back the next day, I'm tired”

Chung Myung froze, it was silent for a minute before his fingers pointed at you. His mouth open “Hey! I just saved you!”

You stood up turning your back “I didn't ask you”

Chung Myung felt his veins pop, surely a taoist likes you know how to pay back right? You're a priestess after all. “Fine I'll come back” he sighed, scratching his head.

He kicked a stone like a kid before heading down the mountain.

You turned your head to look at him, of course you won't let him see you tomorrow. After all, there's something about him that makes you want to avoid seeing his fate.

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The next day, you made your way down the mountain to attend the wedding of a wealthy merchant. He had asked for a blessing from the mountain priestess or you to give his marriage good fortune and spiritual peace.

At first, you were going to turn him down. You didn’t like leaving the temple, and you didn’t perform blessings for just anyone. But when he offered money and promised support for your temple, you couldn’t refuse.

The girls back home were running low on clothes and food. You needed help money, resources, influence–anything to protect the women you raised and taught. This was one of the few ways to do that.

So now, you stood in the middle of a grand celebration, your robes neat and your sleeves hiding the way your nose scrunched at the strong smell of alcohol.

The loud music, the laughing guests, it wasn’t your kind of place. But you stayed composed, letting your sleeve mask your discomfort.

After the celebration, the newlyweds led you to a quiet, private room at the back of the estate. They knelt before you, hands pressed together, eyes full of hope.

You stood in front of them. Then, with a soft voice, you began your prayer.

“May your love continue to bloom, like flowers in early springs. Walk toward the right path, find happiness with balance, don't fall into temptations that will ruin oneself.”

The couple bowed their heads deeply, tears slipping down their cheeks. They stayed like that while you moved around them slowly, swinging the incense burner in gentle circles. Smoke curled through the air, cleansing the space with each step.

Once the ritual was finished, the couple placed a lacquered offering box in front of you. You accepted it and bowed politely, and left the room.

Not a single emotion showed on your face.

But inside, you were already thinking of how much rice that box could buy. How many coats you could sew. How many nights the girls could sleep full and warm.

You didn't do this for glory.

You did it to keep them safe.

After the wedding, you walked back to the mountain early. Your feet ached a little, but the sight of your home made the walk feel lighter.

As soon as you stepped inside the temple gates, soft lantern light greeted you–and so did the voices of the girls.

“Priestess, congratulations on the successful ceremony! We prepared dinner for you!” said one of the older girls, the one who often took the lead caring for the younger ones. Her eyes sparkled with pride.

You blinked, surprised to see them still awake at such a late hour. But seeing their faces, their smiles, something inside you softened.

You handed her the offering box gently and gave her a warm smile. “Place this inside my room.” You paused, looking at all of them. “I can take care of myself. You kids go to sleep.”

The older girls nodded right away, used to following your words without question. But the little ones didn’t move.

They just stood there, tugging softly at your robe with sleepy eyes, waiting.

You sighed quietly, letting out a small chuckle, then crouched down. You pressed gentle kisses on each of their foreheads one by one. The little girls giggled and blushed before scurrying off to their shared room, finally ready to sleep now that their goodnight ritual was complete.

Once the temple fell into silence again, you went to your room and sat down for dinner. Alone.

The food was still warm steamed rice, pork with sweet sauce, and a little bowl of pickled vegetables. It smelled good. You should be grateful. You were grateful.

Your life was filled with blessings. A safe temple. Loving girls who looked up to you. Peace on the mountain.

And yet why did it still feel so empty sometimes?

You looked around the quiet room. No voices. No laughter. No one to sit with. No hand reaching across the table.

You were growing older. Still unmarried. Still celibate by choice. You had always chosen this path... or maybe it was just the only one you saw.

Your hand moved suddenly right against your cheek. The chopsticks slipped from your fingers and dropped into the bowl with a dull sound.

Your face warmed, but not from the hit.

It was the realization.

You craved to be loved.

You stared down at your food. “I’m already surrounded with love,” you whispered in your head, trying to convince yourself.

But the truth lingered. You were loved deeply by the girls you raised. But it was different.

It wasn’t the kind of love that filled that void.

Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to try looking. Just a little. For someone. Whether it was a man or a woman. You didn’t care. You just wanted someone who could sit with you when the temple turned quiet. Someone to fill that small, aching space in your heart.

Maybe it was just the wedding today, making you feel like this.

Still, the thought stayed.

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The very next day the swordsman visited, clearny angry after you ditched him yesterday.

As you were sweeping the temple courtyard, you heard heavy footsteps stomping up the mountain path–fast and angry. You didn’t even have to look.

You already knew it was Chung Myung.

He stormed in, arms swinging, hair messy, eyes locked on you like you personally ruined his life.

“You said to come back tomorrow!” he snapped the moment he saw you.

You didn’t even flinch. You kept sweeping calmly. “But I didn’t say I was going to be here.”

He looked like he was about to explode. “What kind of answer is that?! I waited up here like an idiot!”

You shrugged, not looking at him. “You’re the one who listened. That’s on you.”

Chung Myung threw his hands in the air. “Then read my future.or something! Make up for it!”

You stopped sweeping and turned to him with a straight face. “No.”

He blinked. “What do you mean, ‘no’?”

“I don’t want to,” you said plainly.

“You don’t want to? What kind of priestess are you?”

“The kind that doesn’t deal with annoying sword freaks who yell at her first thing in the morning.”

His mouth opened, but no words came out at first. Then he pointed at you, offended. “I’m not annoying!”

You raised a brow.

“…All the time,” he mumbled.

Just as he was about to launch into another complaint, a chorus of little feet pattered behind you.

A group of tiny girls ran out of the temple and surrounded Chung Myung, frowning up at him with puffed cheeks and narrowed eyes.

“Stop yelling at our priestess!” one of the smallest ones said, crossing her arms like you always did.

“You’re too loud!” another added. “She just got back!”

Chung Myung froze, clearly caught off guard by the army of angry children.“I- what- no, I wasn’t yelling at her, I was just–” he tried to explain, backing up a little.

“Apologize!” one of the girls demanded, tugging at his sleeve.

You watched from behind them, lips twitching into a rare smile.

“You girls are very brave,” you said warmly. “You protected your priestess well.” They lit up at your praise, standing taller like proud little guards.

Chung Myung, meanwhile, stood there, defeated by toddlers. “Damn it,” he muttered under his breath.

You just chuckled softly and went back to sweeping.

Ever since that day, Chung Myung started showing up. Every single day.

He’d stroll up the mountain like it was his own backyard, sometimes with snacks, sometimes with a bottle of wine tucked into his sleeve, and always with that smug, annoying grin.

You’d be sweeping the courtyard, trimming the herbs, or guiding the girls through morning meditation, and there he’d be leaning against a pillar, watching like he belonged there.

“If you don’t stop showing up uninvited, I swear I’ll hit you with a broom,” you warned, not even looking at him.

Chung Myung snorted. “What kind of priestess are you? Shouldn’t you be full of kindness and inner peace?”

You didn’t even hesitate. “Shut up.”

He laughed, clearly enjoying your annoyed expression. He liked getting on everyone's nerves.

Sometimes, when the girls were napping or doing chores, he’d drag you away from your work. You’d scold him the entire time, but somehow still ended up sitting on the temple steps next to him, watching the sky while he sipped his drink.

You cleared your throat, covering your nose from the alcoholic stench “I told you not to drink here”

Chung Myung shrugged, closing his eyes to taste his favourite expensive wine. After He drunk he gasped and wiped his mouth “Can't, I like drinking here. The god will forgive me”

You’d threaten him with your broom again. He’d call you heartless.

And yet, neither of you ever actually walked away.

The girls started getting used to him. They no longer hid behind your robes when he came–now they waved, giggled, and even offered him sweets. He was rough and loud, but he made them laugh, and that said more than words.

And somehow, without you realizing it, his presence didn’t feel so out of place anymore, It felt normal.

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You were lighting the last incense stick of the night when you heard footsteps soft ones, not the clumsy, loud kind the girls made when they snuck around.

You turned around, your eyes widened in suprise.

There he was again. Chung Myung.

But this time, it wasn’t the usual loud, teasing version of him. He wasn’t grinning or tossing casual insults. He just stood there, hands behind his head, looking unusually calm.

“What are you doing here? It’s late,” you asked, setting the incense aside.

“I was bored,” he said, but the tone was too quiet to be real.

You gave him a look but didn’t push it. Instead, you motioned to the temple steps. He followed and sat beside you without a word.

For a while, it was silent. The temple behind you was quiet–everyone was already asleep.

Then Chung Myung spoke, catching your attention. “Why’d you become a priestess?”

You blinked, caught off guard by the question. You turned to him, then asked back, “Why’d you become a swordsman?”

He hummed before answering “Mount Hua raised me. I didn’t have anything else. So, I picked up a sword. I owe everything to them.”

You smiled faintly at that. “I’m the same.”

He glanced at you, curious evident in his eyes.

“A wandering priest took me in when I had nowhere to go,” you explained. “He raised me like his own. Taught me everything I know. I became his disciple. After he passed, I took over the temple. That’s when I started reading fates for those who seek guidance.”

Chung Myung leaned back on his elbows, staring up at the stars. “Huh sounds kinda heavy.”

“It is,” you said softly.

He turned his head toward you again, then asked bluntly, “Can you read my future now?”

“No.”

The answer came out flat, quick, without hesitation.

He stared at you for a second, then groaned. “You didn’t even think about it!”

“I don’t need to. The answer’s still no,” you replied, looking straight ahead, pretending to ignore the way he kept pouting beside you.

He muttered something under his breath, clearly annoyed, but didn’t leave.

And even though you didn’t say it, a small part of you was glad he came. But you will never admit it.

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The next day you took a break, after reading fate after fate for hours, your head felt heavy, and your body was tired.

You stepped outside the temple for some fresh air, sitting quietly by the wooden seats with a warm cup of tea in your hands.

The girls were inside cleaning, chatting among themselves. You enjoyed this peace, a perfect time to clear your mind.

Until a shadow loomed over you.

You didn’t even need to look up.“Don’t–”

Before you could finish the warning, strong arms wrapped around you from behind, lifting you right off the ground.

“Chung Myung!” you snapped, legs kicking slightly as your teacup nearly flew out of your hand.

“Time for a break,” he said, grinning like a bandit who just stole treasure. “You looked like you were starting to grow moss.” he stole the cup from your and put it on the table.

“Put me down!” you swayed your legs.

“Nope.” He chuckled.

The girls rushed out in a panic. “Let go of our priestess!”

“Where are you taking her?!”

“Kidnapper!”

But Chung Myung just laughed, not stopping at all. “I’ll bring her back before nightfall, I swear!”

“You better!” one of the older girls scolded, shaking a slipper at him.

“I’m keeping her fed and away from boring prayers and doom readings for the day. Don’t cry too much without her!”

You kept hitting his back with your fists. “I can walk, you lunatic!”

“But this is more fun,” he replied casually.

Despite your protests, the breeze on your face, the warm sun, and the way his laugh echoed up the mountain made it hard to stay truly mad. You hated how your lips twitched, holding back a smile.

Chung Myung dragged you all the way down the mountain to a small food stall. The scent of grilled pork and steamed buns made you hungry.

He plopped down like he owned the place, already ordering food without asking you.

You sat across from him, adjusting your robes with a sigh. “You could have just told me, you know.”

He didn’t even look up as he stuffed his mouth with pork. “You would’ve said no.”

You stared at him. “Fair. But why me?”

He shrugged, still chewing. “Why not? At this point, we’re friends now.”

You weren’t convinced. Narrowing your eyes, you leaned back. No man would ever be friends with a woman if there's no ulterior motive. “You just want me to read your future.”

He snorted, nearly choking on his food. “You’re so sharp, priestess!”

You sighed and glanced at the food being set down in front of you. Warm rice, pork belly, pickled radish. It smelled too good to ignore.

“I’m already here now,” you muttered, picking up your chopsticks. “Might as well eat”

“That’s the spirit–”

“But I still won’t read your future.”

“Tch.” He clicked his tongue, defeated for now, but grinning anyway.

Even as you ate in silence while he tells you a story, this weird friendship was becoming something real.

Chung Myung already knew you before you learned about him.

At first, he thought you were just another priestess with duties to pray and bless the land. But the more he came by, the more he started to notice.

He saw the way your smile dropped the second the little girls turned their backs.

How your shoulders sagged just a bit when you thought no one was looking. How your eyes, even when you were surrounded by laughter and warmth, still held something. It was loneliness.

Chung Myung wasn’t stupid. He saw it.

You were strong–annoyingly so. Smart, sharp-tongued, full of weird rituals and ancient teachings. But even with all your power, you looked like someone carrying too much alone. Then he found out what you were doing.

That the temple wasn’t just some quiet place to chant prayers. It was a home. A place where you took in little girls with no family, girls who had nowhere else to go.

You raised them, fed them, taught them Taoist teachings and how to live with peace and discipline.

You weren’t just a priestess, you were their mother.

You taught them how to meditate, how to cook, how to sweep, how to heal. And when they grew older, they stayed–not out of duty, but out of love. They cleaned, helped out with ceremonies, and guided the younger ones.

You never asked for praise. Never asked for help. You just kept going. And something about that hit him in the chest.

Chung Myung saw you really saw you and something inside him twisted.

Because even if you had all those girls, all those people relying on you, it was clear.

No one was taking care of you.

And even though he didn’t understand it fully, didn’t know what it meant yet. He wanted to be the one to do it.

But right now, he's enjoying the way your eyes shine when he's with you.

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After a meal with Chung Myung, he walked you back to the Mountains. It was already night time, you enjoyed your travels with him too much.

Chung Myung was a few steps ahead, casually humming with his hands behind his back. You had just finished teasing him for eating too much when a sound cut through the wind.

It was full of screaming your heart dropped. Then came the desperate voices, faint but getting louder with each step.

“Priestess!”

“Help us!”

“Protect the little girls!”

Your blood ran cold you didn’t wait. You hiked up your robes and ran, faster than you ever had, sandals skidding against the dirt path as your heart pounded in your chest.

You barely registered Chung Myung yelling your name behind you before he ran ahead in a blur, sword already in hand.

When the temple finally came into view, your breath caught. There was a smoke.

The gates were cracked open, like someone break through–broken pots, scattered offerings, torn clothes. A group of armed bandits had pushed into the courtyard, some grabbing valuables, others threatening your girls.

You saw one of the older girls shielding the younger ones, her arms spread wide.

“Get back!” she screamed. “Don’t touch them!”

The little girls were crying, huddled behind her, clinging to each other.“Priestess!”

The second they saw you, the older ones called out, like you were the last hope they’d been waiting for.

You weren’t a fighter, your hands were meant for prayer, for blessing, for writing–not for holding weapons.

But that didn’t stop you. Not when you saw one of the bandits grab the arm of the eldest girl who tried to protect the others. Not when the younger ones screamed behind her. Your heart beat so loudly it drowned out everything else.

Your eyes landed on a shard of broken glass from a broken cup. Your hands trembled as you picked it up.

You didn’t know what you planned to do, maybe distract him, maybe just scream loud enough to buy time but you gripped that shard like it was your only lifeline. You stepped forward, heart in your throat.

But before you could take a single strike.

You saw movement so fast, so graceful, you almost didn’t see it.

In an instant, a thin arc of light bloomed in the air like falling petals.

The bandit’s arm twisted unnaturally as he cried out and dropped his weapon, staggering back. He hit the ground before he even understood what had happened.

You blinked owlishly trying to understand what happened.

There, standing between you and the bandit with his sword in hand, was Chung Myung. His eyes were glaring daggers focused only on the enemy. His sword glowed faintly in the dusk light, petals of pure energy trailing in the air where he’d moved. It was beautiful but at the same time it was terrifying. The Plum Blossom Sword Style.

Your breath caught in your throat, so this… this was why they called him the Plum Blossom Saint.

Not because of titles or reputation. But because in the middle bloodshed and fear, his sword bloomed like spring. Chung Myung stood over the bandit, sword raised.

The bandit was sprawled on the ground, scrambling backward with fear in his eyes, blood dripping from a wound on his arm. The other bandits immediately left running from their lives once realizing who their up againts with.

You knew that look on Chung Myung’s face. It was the face of someone ready to end things quick.

“Chung Myung,” you called gently

He didn’t lower his sword, you stepped closer, your fingers still trembling from the broken glass you’d dropped. “Don’t kill him.”

He glanced back at you. “He tried to hurt your girls. He would’ve–”

“I know,” you said, your voice cracking slightly. “But I don’t want any blood spilled in this temple. Not even his.”

Chung Myung stared at you like he couldn’t understand. “He’s a demon in human skin.” the plum blossom saint was ruthless even in a holy place.

“Even so,” you breathed. “I don’t want my children to grow up seeing death. Especially not here this temple is their home. Their safe place.”

Your gaze met his. “Please.”

Finally, Chung Myung’s grip on his sword loosened. He sighed, muttering something under his breath as he stepped back. “You’re too soft,” he grumbled.

But you saw it, the way his sword lowered and returned to its sheath.

The bandit, seeing his chance, scurried to his feet and fled, tripping over broken wood as he ran into the woods. You didn’t chase him. You didn’t care about revenge.

You turned back to the girls, who were huddled in the corner watching everything with wide, frightened eyes.

You walked over and crouched down, wrapping your arms around them. “Shhh, I'm right here, you're okay” You cooed, calming down the girls that hugged you tightly.

“Mama..” the younger one cried, and that made you teared up.

You buried your face unto your eldest daughter whos trembling “Im here, my daughters”

Chung Myung watched you quietly, and maybe, he started to understand why you lived the way you did.

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It had been a few weeks since the attack, and things at the temple slowly began to settle. The older girls worked harder than before, repairing what they could. The little ones followed your steps with even more devotion now, clinging to your sleeves like ducklings.

As you grow oldl, Chung Myung kept showing up uninvited. But no one minded anymore. The girls even started calling him "Uncle Chung," which made him choke on his tea the first time they did it.

The two of you sat outside under the sun, you passed him a steamed bun, which he took without complaint.

“I have a friend from the Tang clan. Real annoying guy. Knew everything, hes good at fighting.” he said between bites.

You glanced over at him with mild curiosity. “Tang clan? The poison experts?”

“Yeah.” Chung Myung leaned back, arms behind his head. “You’d probably like him. He sometimes feeds me poison”

You let out a soft chuckle. “Sounds like someone I wouldn’t mind meeting.”

Chung Myung looked at you, sweat forming on his forehead “I told him about you, he said to leave you alone but no, free will exist”

You felt your veins pop “Yeah we'd get along”

Chung Myung smirked to himself. Then, out of nowhere, he asked “Can you–”

“No.”

He blinked. “I didn’t even finish.”

“You were going to ask me to read your future again,” you said flatly.

Chung Myung looked away, whistling like he was innocent. “You’re too sharp, priestess.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled anyway. “ Because you’re too predictable, Saint.”

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Lately, you found yourself looking forward to his visits more than you cared to admit. You're on old woman now, but your face barely had any wrinkles. Maybe its because you're different from any human that's why your body still looks young.

Well you are different, there's no way in hell a woman can see someone's future is normal.

And its also not normal to suddenly admire a friend. His long dark hair, always tied up, catching the sunlight when he walked. The pink in his eyes that you used to find unnatural, now oddly mesmerizing. His lean but strong build, the kind that made you feel odd.

And his laughter, it wasn’t often loud, but when it came, it was warm. The kind of sound that made your chest feel lighter.

You didn’t even realize you were staring until his voice cut in.

“You’re staring, priestess,” he said with that annoyingly smug smirk of his. “Is there something on my face?”

You blinked, heat creeping up your neck to your ears. “No,” you said quickly, eyes darting away. “My apologies, I trailed off sometimes”

He grinned. “Just say you find me attractive”

You smacked his arm, flustered but trying to save face. “Shut up.”

But even as you turned away, your heart thumped a little louder in your chest.

Because you didn’t mind being caught staring. If you get to enjoy moments like this with him.

As you grew you learned that nothing lasts forever. But you wanted to be with him until your last breath.

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Whispers from wandering merchants, hushed conversations between temple visitors, even the girls who went down the mountain for supplies heard it.

“The Heavenly demon is alive.”

“They say they'll attack soon–burn everything to the ground.”

You stood still as the whispers swirled in your head, lips slightly parted. ‘Alive?’

The name "Demonic cult" itself turned your blood cold. It was a name mothers used to warn children. And if they truly lived again the world would bleed.

Your thoughts immediately went to your girls. The little ones, the older disciples. All their laughter. Their futures.

Your chest tightened. Would your temple and daughters be safe?

Your mind trailed to Chung Myung.

You hadn’t seen him for days now. Maybe longer.

He always came by, even just to drink and annoy you. But now there was only silence.

You looked out toward the path he always walked from. But there was nothing.

And yet, something told you he knew.

Something told you he was preparing for what was to come.

Still, that didn’t stop your heart from aching. From worrying. From wondering if the Saint who always made you laugh was out there getting ready to face something.

You clutched the prayer beads in your hand and whispered a silent plea to the heavens "Keep him safe."

You kept praying for the deities for guidance and blessings for protection.

And they answered by sending Chung Myung, he came back to meet you again after many weeks.

The girls scurried about the temple, whispering behind their sleeves as they prepared tea. But their eyes kept darting toward the main room where you and Chung Myung sat. Not one of them went too far, clearly lingering just outside the door, eavesdropping with all the subtlety of kittens trying to tiptoe.

Chung Myung didn’t seem to care. He leaned back comfortably, arms crossed as he stared at you with that usual cocky grin.

“Well,” he said casually, “we’ll be going to a war. Thought I’d visit you before I go. Pray for us, priestess.”

You kept your posture straight, hands folded tightly on your lap but your fingers dug into your thighs so hard they trembled beneath the fabric.

“I understand,” you said, voice soft. “I’ll pray every day.” Your words shook slightly, and that didn’t escape him.

Chung Myung’s grin faltered, eyes narrowing just a bit. “Hey,” he said more gently, “don’t worry. I’m not going to die.”

You closed your eyes for a moment. You wanted to believe him. You wanted to trust his strength. But your chest ached.

“We cannot be sure,” you whispered, and when you opened your eyes, you looked at him straight on. “Unless…”

His eyes lit up like a child who just won a game. “You’ll read my future?!”

You gave a single nod. “Give me your hand.”

He did so without hesitation, you reached under the nearby rug and pulled out the small dagger hidden beneath.

The moment the cool blade grazed his skin and drew a shallow line of red, he didn’t flinch.

He just watched you.

And when you leaned forward and licked the drop of blood from his palm your lips brushing the wound, it was a sacred act.

For him, it was a ritual, something you do normally.

But for you it was a kiss, a yearning one. You were going to miss him. As you taste the familiar iron taste of blood, a taste you always hated but for him. You'd do it again and again to make sure he's safe.

Chung Myung tilted his head, teasing you. “Don’t you need offerings or something?”

You shook your head gently. “It’s optional,” you murmured. “The blood isn’t. And you… you walk on the right path.”

His gaze lingered on your face a moment longer, as if trying to read your expression. But you had already closed your eyes.

And there, in the dark stillness of your mind, with his blood on your tongue , you saw his future. His fate.

The moment the future revealed itself to you, your heart dropped.

You saw Chung Myung, standing tall against the darkness. His other arm was gone.

His blade beheaded Cheonma, he won, he defeated the enemy who threatened everything.

But he died, too.

Alongside the swordsmen of Mount Hua, his brothers, his family. Their spirits faded like petals in the wind, gone before their time.

You’d seen countless fates before. Cruel deaths. Lonely ends. Even the fall of empires, but this…

This wasn’t the same.

This was someone you loved.

Your lips trembled, but you swallowed your cries. Now wasn’t the time. He didn’t need fear in his heart or worries clinging to his back when he left for war.

So you took a breath, stood up straight, and bowed deeply–so low your forehead nearly touched the ground.

“You’ve done well,” you said, voice steady even though it burned. “We’ll keep praying for Mount Hua’s safety. Thank you, Chung Myung.”

He frowned, showing confusion in his face, he gently pulled your arms to lift you.

“What did you see?” he asked hurriedly.

You gave him the softest smile, the kind people wear before breaking. “Come back,” you spoke, as if you were begging.

“and I’ll tell you.”

Then, before you could stop yourself, you hugged him tightly, your face hidden in his robes. You just needed to hold him, even just once.

He didn’t hug you back. He stood still, silent. He pulled your arms away. And then he walked away without a word.

You stood there until the door slid closed behind him. Your knees gave out, the girls rushed in, eyes wide and scared.

“Priestess?”

But you couldn’t answer them. Not now.

Because you were mourning.

Mourning someone who hadn’t died yet.

And you weren’t sure whether to cry or pray harder.

Because death was inevitable.

No matter how many prayers you offered, no matter how many rituals you performed, the war still ended in blood.

The world rejoiced for peace, praising the other sect who defeated them–but you wept.

Chung Myung did not return.

Mount Hua was never the same. Once so proud and full of life, now it stood quietly, hollowed by loss. Only a few survived, carrying stories of a man who fought like no other.

You never forgot him.

Even as the years passed and your hair turned white, even as your body weakened and your steps slowed, you never forgot the way his smile curved just a little higher on the left. Or how his voice sounded when he teased you. Or how safe you felt every time he walked through your temple.

You ignored every man that came after. Every proposal. Every flutter of affection from others. You stayed loyal to the dead.

The priestess who never married. The woman who lived in the mountains raising daughters not her own. That’s what they would call you.

But you were more than that.

You were someone who loved quietly and deeply.

And now, your time had come.

You lay in your bed, the same one where you once cried for him. Surrounded by the girls you raised into strong, gentle women. Some now mothers themselves, holding their daughters' hands beside you.

“Priestess,” one of them whispered, voice shaking.

You smiled weakly, the same warm smile they had grown up with. “Don’t cry. I’m just going home.”

They held your hands.

You took one last breath.

And finally, you were at peace.

You closed your eyes awaiting his presence in heaven.