I Kidnapped the Youngest Daughter of the Sichuan Tang Clan Chapter 275

Novel: I Kidnapped the Youngest Daughter of the Sichuan Tang Clan Author: 오리너구리 Updated: Jun 02, 2026

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Now reading: Chapter 275 from I Kidnapped the Youngest Daughter of the Sichuan Tang Clan, a Harem novel by 오리너구리.

What determines value?

It doesn't matter whether it's an object, a person, or a martial art.

What is the standard by which we assign value to sothing?

Back when I was still called Blood Wolf.

When I only knew how to swing a sword and couldn’t even read, Seorin once threw that question at .

If I gave a satisfactory answer, she said she’d obtain at least a low-grade elixir for . After much thought, I answered.

My answer at the ti was desire.

No matter how rare a gem is, if no one wants it, it's no different from a pebble. No matter how beautiful soone is, they won’t appeal to soone of the sa sex. Even if it's a divine and peerless technique, to a commoner, it’s nothing more than a pipe dream.

So the most important thing is how much it is desired.

In other words, desire is the origin of all value.

That belief hasn’t changed to this day.

And now, Blood Demon poses a similar but slightly different question.

“How much value is there in a world where all desires are fulfilled?”

While I was briefly lost in thought, recalling the past, a soft voice reached my ear.

Jingle—

“Oh my? There you are, Sword Demon. I’ve been looking all over for you.”

“…I thought I was sowhere fairly easy to find.”

“That’s true. When you leave the room, the first thing you see is the veranda. But even that short mont it took to reach your side felt like a thousand days to . So yes, I really have been looking for quite a while.”

Tang Sowol, smiling brightly, sat next to .

The sun had long since set, and the sky was now dark, with the moon and stars twinkling above.

Ever since I saw Poison Dance Empress Tang Sowol staying with the Ironblood Hall, I’d been wondering how this illusion was supposed to work. Before I realized it, so much ti had passed.

Thanks to that, just when I had finished sorting my thoughts and was about to catch my breath, Tang Sowol ca looking for .

Not too close, not too far. But close enough to feel each other’s presence.

Following my gaze, which had been absentmindedly fixed on the sky, Tang Sowol lifted her head and spoke.

“Am I intruding?”

“No. I’ve never once considered you an intrusion, Tang Sowol.”

“Hehe. That’s such a sweet thing to say. For you, Sword Demon, to say sothing so unlike you… It makes feel comfortable enough to speak freely.”

“What is it you want to say?”

Jingle.

“What else? About the pavilion you ntioned before. I’ve found a suitable site. Shall we go see it together soti?”

Tang Sowol shrugged lightly. With that movent, so of her silver-white hair slid down.

As my gaze naturally followed the motion, Sowol’s brows drew a graceful curve.

“You rember, don’t you? The pavilion with a good view of the moon. The one you ntioned when you proposed to . You said once it was built, the three of us would live together at the Tang Clan.”

“Yeah. I did say that.”

The Tang Clan wasn’t annihilated. Yet here was Tang Sowol, her hair turned white, ntioning the final promise we’d made.

I gave a bitter smile and nodded.

Surprisingly, in this world, not only is the Poison Dance Empress staying with Ironblood Hall, she’s supposedly promised to marry along with Seol Lihyang and Seorin.

What a convenient dream this is.

Seorin hasn’t renounced the unorthodox path, so she’s still the White-Haired Rakshasa and Ironblood Hall Master.

Seol Lihyang is still renowned as the Demonic Sound Ice Witch, a top-tier unorthodox master.

Even if Tang Jincheon had once told Sowol that he’d prioritize her will in marriage matters, and even if he were lenient toward her…

Would he really allow her to marry a re unorthodox drifter like —especially alongside two infamous unorthodox won?

Well. If we’re nitpicking that much, we’d have to question how Tang Sowol, Seol Lihyang, and Seorin are even in the sa place to begin with.

All three are appearing in their past forms, not their current selves. And regardless of actual age differences, they all maintain their final appearances from just before their deaths.

Even the titles are inconsistent.

Seol Lihyang and Seorin still call Blood Wolf, but Tang Sowol calls Sword Demon.

If I consider the fact that I only beca known as the Sword Demon after I went on a killing spree following their deaths… it’s truly a contradiction.

And yet, it’s all happening before my eyes.

A dream that shows only what I want to see, without any logic or causality.

I’ve figured out what this place is. But I still don’t know how to escape it.

Just as my thoughts were beginning to tangle again, Tang Sowol, who had been sitting at a reasonable distance, suddenly leaned in close.

Jingle.

Warmth wrapped around one of my arms. As our breath brushed against each other’s cheeks, Tang Sowol whispered,

“When I’m with you, Sword Demon, I feel certain that even soone like can be happy. Do you feel the sa?”

“Of course.”

As I replied, she slowly lifted her face. Quietly, as if urging , she leaned her face forward. My hand moved naturally.

I brushed aside the bangs covering half her face, then caressed the lted scar beneath.

This was the most powerful and certain form of affection between and Tang Sowol.

We were each other’s missing pieces.

Without her, I was nothing, and without , she would slowly rot away.

Thus, we were only whole when we were together.

So it had been.

But for now, just for a little while, I want to close my eyes to everything.

Because I haven’t yet had ti to fully prepare my heart.

Because I’m still not confident in the thod I’ve co up with.

And during the few days I’ve spent in this dream, I’ve learned sothing else.

The artificiality of this world doesn’t end with the reunion of those I thought I’d never et again.

No matter what I do, everything turns out well.

If I need sothing, no matter how events unfold, I end up getting it.

For example: I once bought dumplings at the market without thinking and told the vendor to keep the change.

That small act of generosity apparently paid for the vendor’s mother’s dicine. He wept with gratitude, and the entire village praised my virtue.

As a bonus, a ridiculously beautiful woman—supposedly the vendor’s daughter—offered to repay with her body.

Jingle—

I don’t rember her well, but I must have encountered her at least once, either in this life or a past one.

Because everyone who appears here seems to be soone I rember, consciously or unconsciously.

A single good deed leads to a hundredfold reward. And of course, it cos with a beautiful woman.

It’s childish and one-dinsional wish fulfillnt, but beneath it, there’s a pleasure I can’t completely deny, even as I mock it.

How many n truly dislike wealth, fa, power, martial prowess, and won?

Regardless of my values or experience, these pleasures are imprinted in my instincts.

If I feel like staying indoors, it starts raining. If I want to go out, the weather clears.

I even tested it—and found the weather and even the seasons would shift according to my will.

On top of that, Seol Lihyang is stronger than she was before the regression, but Tang Sowol and Seorin are stronger in the way I rembered them.

I even challenged them to spar, hoping to use this for training...

But the mont I focused to exploit an opening, they’d blunder in ridiculous ways and create that opening themselves.

It was aningless for cultivation, but the way Sowol and Seorin fussed over afterward was kind of cute.

Not just that—everything in this world flows in a way that benefits .

The Heavenly Demon was destroyed in mutual annihilation with the Imperial Family, the Tang Clan unanimously chose Tang Sowol as their next head, and Seol Lihyang, who had suffered nurous side effects from her flawed Yin techniques, saw all those effects disappear—except for the ones I liked.

For instance, heightened libido and an improved figure stayed, while shortened lifespan and infertility vanished.

As for Seorin, she supposedly ate so miracle elixir in the Western Region that made her breasts grow.

Even then, she still didn’t match Sowol or Lihyang.

Maybe my subconscious put limits on her, thinking "this isn’t like Seorin."

It’s ridiculous, but that’s how this world works.

Jingle—

A dream endlessly gentle and kind to .

No hardship, no lack. Just a life to be enjoyed.

Who knows how much ti is passing in reality?

But here in this dream, no matter how many lifetis I live and restart, I don’t wake up.

Thus, this is an eternal dream.

Unless I wake up on my own.

Ti flows even as I grow familiar with this world and investigate it.

And now, it’s the first night of my wedding with the three of them, all dressed beautifully.

“Hmhm. Since I’m the official wife, shouldn’t I take the lead here?”

“What are you talking about, Sister Tang? Since you two are inexperienced, I should demonstrate first.”

“Brat! Have you no respect for your elders? I should go first, by age!”

Tang Sowol shrugged, letting down the white hair pinned up with an elegant hairpin, as if reenacting the next part of an unfulfilled promise.

Seol Lihyang, face flushed, loosened her robe.

Though I’ve seen it many tis, my heart still fluttered at the sight.

And Seorin, who had grown impressively compared to before, still couldn’t match the other two. She puffed out her chest and spoke boldly.

The three teased and bickered, sending subtle glances.

Perhaps this is the most ideal future I could wish for.

With no fear of the Heavenly Demon, ruling the Central Plains through the Tang Clan after the fall of the Imperial Family, and spending joyful days with won who only have eyes for .

That alone would bring happiness, but if a child were to be born, a new kind of happiness would await.

A life where I stand alongside those I love, dreaming the sa future—how beautiful would that be?

How precious would a family be to soone who never had one?

As the three won stared at , as if waiting for my every move, I gave a faint smile.

“I have sothing to say.”

“What is it? If it’s you, Sword Demon, I’ll always listen.”

“You’re not about to ask sothing weird, are you? A little is okay, but…”

“You might not like hearing this, Blood Wolf, but I consider this mont a happiness too overwhelming to bear. Say anything you like. No matter how strange, it’s fine.”

Each of them spoke with a smile resembling moonlight that had soaked into my heart, with voices filled with pride, affection, and kindness.

I slowly looked at each of their faces, committing them to mory.

After much deliberation, I finally had an answer to the question Blood Demon posed to .

A world where all desires are fulfilled is a world where only my desires exist.

In this world, I am the only one who exists.

Thanks to Seol Lihyang, I learned I could love soone.

Thanks to Seorin, I realized I could beco a better person.

And when I ca to hold Tang Sowol in my heart, I finally wished for happiness.

So how much value could a world hold if I were the only one in it?

“I do not like this empty dream.”

It is fleeting but beautiful.

And yet, it is a dream that must never co true.