The Eunuch Regains His Manhood in the Second Round - Chapter 41



41. The Most Beautiful in the World (天下第一美)

Chongqing, Sichuan Province.

Known as the Fog City (雾都) because it is shrouded in mist all year round, it is a land with a long history, once home to the Ba (巴) state during the Warring States period.

Although it is part of Sichuan Province, along with the old Shu (蜀) land, its size and population are so large that it is comparable to an independent province.

Today, the martial arts force that dominates the impressive land of Chongqing, with its mist hanging on the cliffs, is the Black Dragon Clan.

Sichuan is a land where the Qingcheng Sect and the Emei Sect, members of the Nine Great Schools, and the Tang Clan, one of the Six Great Families, are located. Except for Chongqing, it is practically dominated by orthodox sects.

The Black Dragon Clan, the only large unorthodox sect in Sichuan, was the overlord of the Chongqing region. However, the Black Dragon Clan alone could not overcome the power of the three prestigious orthodox sects: the Qingcheng Sect, the Emei Sect, and the Tang Clan of Sichuan.

To expand its influence, the Black Dragon Clan repeatedly attempted to advance into the old Shu (蜀) region, but each time, it had to taste defeat in the Yongchang (榮昌) area due to the combined attacks of the Tang Clan, the Emei Sect, and the Qingcheng Sect.

To fulfill the long-cherished wish of successive Black Dragon Clan leaders to conquer Sichuan, the current leader and master of the Flower Realm, Gwang Ma-do Gun Wi Cheon-myeong, sought to advance into the Gansu region, which borders Sichuan, instead of directly projecting power into the center of Sichuan.

The plan was to completely dominate Gansu, then use the power of both Chongqing and Gansu, along with the help of the main base of the Evil Alliance, to gradually invade Sichuan and seize hegemony.

In the past, the prestigious Gongdong Sect, which surpassed the power of the Black Dragon Clan, was located in Gansu, but it has now fallen and is practically extinct.

Although the Seomun Family has risen in place of the Gongdong Sect, the Black Dragon Clan’s power was sufficient to crush the Seomun Family.

Thus, they established a bridgehead to advance into Gansu and supported the Sa-yeong Association to completely wipe out the remnants of the Gongdong Sect.

But then.

“What did you just say?”

The Black Dragon Clan’s headquarters.

Even in the headquarters, where the Black Dragon flags fluttered here and there in the mist, there was the largest and most magnificent building.

It was the Black Dragon Hall, where the leader of the Black Dragon Clan resided.

Inside the Black Dragon Hall, in the office of the Black Dragon Clan leader.

A middle-aged man with a rough appearance, looking more like a bandit than the chief of the Green Forest, frowned as he received the report from the kneeling Hwa Myeon-ho Sword.

“The Gongdong Sect has requested a duel with the Sa-yeong Association in the manner of the martial world.”

“Did you request a private audience with the leader for such a trivial matter, Hwa Myeon-ho Sword?”

The Black Dragon Clan leader, Gwang Ma-do Gun Wi Cheon-myeong, narrowed his brows.

The Gansu matter was important yet paradoxically a sinecure.

It was important in the overall strategy of the Black Dragon Clan, but practically, there was little to do until the Gongdong Sect was exterminated due to the tacit approval of the Seomun Family’s plan to eliminate the Gongdong Sect.

Hwa Myeon-ho Sword, who was a woman and of lesser importance among the retainers, was assigned as a monitor for this reason.

Since the real battlefield would be after the extermination of the Gongdong Sect, Hwa Myeon-ho Sword was scheduled to be replaced after the extermination.

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However, now that Hwamyeon Hogum had not only left Gamsuk but also requested a private audience with the leader.

It was the Black Dragon Leader who accepted the private audience due to the contradiction of an important position.

“I thought it was something important since you requested a private audience… To think you dared to bother me with such a trivial matter and even left your designated post…”

The duel was indeed a way of the martial world.

However, since the Black Dragon Clan was not a righteous faction but an evil faction, there was no reason to respond to their fair duel request.

If the Gongdong Clan had been the old Nine Great Clans from 50 years ago, the situation might have been different. The name of the Nine Great Clans, boasting a long tradition and history in the martial world, could not be ignored even by the giant evil faction, the Black Dragon Clan.

They would have had no choice but to respond to the duel challenge.

But now, the Gongdong Clan was at a level that couldn’t even handle a third-rate black faction like the Sayoung Association, not even reaching the level of a third-rate martial arts school in the neighborhood.

There was no need for the Black Dragon Clan, a member of the Eight Evil Clans, to step forward and deal with them.

“Hwamyeon Hogum. Does a private audience with me seem like a joke to you?”

An intangible aura rose from Wicheonmyeong’s body.

The tyrannical true energy of the Black Dragon Clan’s secret technique, the Black Snake Nine Dragon Art, shot out from Wicheonmyeong’s body as an intangible force.

Although Hwamyeon Hogum’s position was an important one, it was not a position that allowed her to leave her post recklessly.

Wicheonmyeong, the absolute master of the seventeen realms who ruled the martial world, and the top master of the evil faction, occupying the first seat of the Seventeen Lords of Heaven, knew this.

He knew that the evil factions and black factions were inherently despicable and enjoyed betrayal as if it were a meal.

Therefore, Wicheonmyeong did not easily trust others.

The Sayoung Association was no different. There was a slight possibility that they would betray if the surveillance officer disappeared, not knowing the fear of a tiger cub. That was the instinct of the evil faction.

So, he had assigned a surveillance officer.

“This is something you should have handled yourself! Not something to report to me!”

Whir.

Wicheonmyeong threw the duel challenge sent by the Gongdong Clan towards Hwamyeon Hogum’s face.

No matter how notorious Hwamyeon Hogum was in the evil martial world for her eccentricities, she was nothing more than a first-rate martial artist at best.

To him, a master of the seventeen realms, she was nothing more than a common rookie.

The duel challenge from the Gongdong Clan, imbued with tyrannical inner energy, flew towards Hwamyeon Hogum’s face along with a breaking sound.

If she were an ordinary first-rate master, it would have been impossible to receive the duel challenge imbued with inner energy following the intangible force.

She might have been directly hit by the duel challenge imbued with inner energy and become half-crippled.

‘Useless. I need to send someone else.’

At that moment, when the Mad Demon Lord was thinking that.

Hwamyeon Hogum raised her hand.

Her right hand, which was as white and beautiful as her nickname suggested, accurately caught the duel challenge flying towards her face.

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Without any recoil or impact, the sight of Hwanmyeon Hogum snatching the Bimucheop with a natural motion made Gwangmado-gun’s eyes widen.

Even if it wasn’t at full power, how could someone catch a Bimucheop thrown with the intent to cripple by a master of Hwagyeong without any damage?

It was a sight that could only be seen by someone at least at the peak level.

It wasn’t a technique that Hwanmyeon Hogum, known to be at the level of a first-rate master, could perform.

Gwangmado-gun’s brow furrowed.

“You’ve been hiding your strength. What are you? Where are you a spy from?”

A domineering black aura, surpassing the intangible and becoming tangible, emanated from Gwangmado-gun’s body.

Black light flashed in his eyes.

Boom!

The energy wave that erupted from Gwangmado-gun’s entire body swept through the surroundings. The office’s furniture and documents scattered, turning into a mess.

It was the true release of energy by an absolute master of Hwagyeong.

Even a master at the peak level couldn’t withstand it head-on.

But Hwanmyeon Hogum remained calm amidst the storm of energy waves.

“Sigh.”

A sweet sigh escaped Hwanmyeon Hogum’s lips.

She raised her left hand and removed the mask and the Inpimyeon-gu.

With it, a sound-blocking barrier was set up.

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The beauty of a national treasure, looking just about to reach the age of majority, hidden beneath the Inpimyeon-gu, shone brightly.

A beauty so extreme that it could be compared to legendary beauties like Xishi and Wang Zhaojun, a beauty that couldn’t be described with any worldly adjectives.

The undisputed number one beauty of the martial world.

The absolute master of Hyeongyeong and the top figure of the demonic faction, who rose to the position of one of the three lords dividing the world.

The Flame King, Jeok Sa-wol, revealed herself.

“…Myeong-ah.”

Jeok Sa-wol spoke.

Her voice was as beautiful as befitting the number one beauty in the world, and as sticky and enchanting as the derogatory title given by the orthodox faction, the number one enchantress in the world.

Her unique seductive technique, Seopsim Yuhon-gi, was naturally released.

Every gesture, every smile, every word of hers was imbued with the power to enchant others.

Jeok Sa-wol, at the peak of Seopsim Yuhon-gi, could enchant most men the moment they saw her face, whether she intended to or not.

Even the high monks of Shaolin and the renowned Taoists of Wudang were no exception.

Only those who had reached the level beyond the peak could somewhat resist the enchanting power of Seopsim Yuhon-gi.

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No matter how skilled one was in the realm of Hwagyeong, they could not escape the allure of the absolute being, Yeomwang Jeoksawol, who had reached the state of Hyeongyeong.

“Ryeo, what brings the Lord here?”

Gwangmado-gun’s face flushed red.

It was because he couldn’t completely block the power of Seopsim Yuhongi, which was being unleashed with full force.

Though the instincts of a man surged within him, Gwangmado-gun endured with superhuman patience.

However, he could not dare to show any lustful thoughts in front of the Lord. Those who had revealed such thoughts in front of her had all met unpleasant ends.

At the same time, his heart was filled with astonishment.

As one of the five masters of Hwagyeong who supported the Sapa, he was not unaware of the Lord’s hobby of disguising herself and going undercover.

But why, of all things, did she choose to disguise herself as Hwameon Hogum and go undercover at Heukryongbang?

“The snot-nosed kid who used to practice martial arts in the front yard of Heukryongbang has grown quite a bit. How dare you ask me questions. Is it really important why I am here?”

Jeoksawol’s eyes turned blood-red.

Her hair turned a dark red.

The true energy of Yeomok Siwang-gyeol, Jeoksawol’s ultimate technique, began to rise.

A tangible red aura quietly rose from Jeoksawol’s body.

Along with it, the domineering black aura of Heuksaguryong-gyeol, which had been sweeping through the office, was completely erased.

The office heated up like hell.

Gwangmado-gun’s back was drenched in cold sweat.

‘How strong has this monster Lord become?’

The space was dominated.

That meant that no matter what martial arts he used here, he couldn’t even scratch Jeoksawol.

Jeoksawol was just standing still, but there was no gap in her defense.

Gwangmado-gun had reached the peak of Hwagyeong.

But Jeoksawol’s divine power, which had neutralized him in an instant, had already surpassed his expectations.

“N-no.”

Seeing Gwangmado-gun sweating profusely, Jeoksawol let out a shallow sigh.

She examined the martial arts manual in her hand.

Fortunately, it wasn’t torn or damaged.

‘Fortunately?’

Jeoksawol’s eyes wavered as she realized her own thoughts.

It was a martial arts manual of the Jeongpa.

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But why on earth did I think that?

Her cheeks turned a peachy hue.

It’s all because of that damn perverted brat from the Gongdong sect.

The events of that night flashed through her mind.

A madman who dared to discuss the Dao of Yin and Yang with her, standing tall with his manhood.

It was the first time she hadn’t harmed someone who harbored lustful intentions towards her.

‘Truly a bad b*stard.’

Grit.

Jeok Sawol’s teeth ground together.

Thump.

But paradoxically, just thinking about him made her heart race.

One who passes the test is granted a wish.

Why did my former self say such a thing?

But anyway, that perverted brat from the Gongdong sect passed the test, and she had an obligation to fulfill his wish.

A promise must be kept.

That was her pride as the number one in the Sapa.

And if she granted his wish, maybe just a little…

Jeok Sawol’s hand trembled at the thought.

She slowly shook her head.

‘I am the most beautiful woman in the world.’

The most beautiful woman in the world.

The object of desire that all men in the world longed for and looked up to.

Even the hypocrites of the Jeongpa acknowledged her beauty, calling her the most beautiful enchantress in the world, and didn’t they desperately court her, captivated by her looks?

‘Just because he passed the test of the Hwamyeon Hogum doesn’t mean I can easily allow him into my heart.’

Yes.

That’s it.

As Jeok Sawol thought that and tried to calm her wildly beating heart.

“Master, you don’t look well. Are you feeling unwell…?”

“Myeong-ah, I am always healthy.”

“Yes! That’s right! You are always vigorous! At sixty, you’re in the prime of youth these days…”

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“Why have you become so talkative… Our Myeong.”

At the mention of age, Jeok Sa-wol’s grip tightened.

The cold sweat on Gwang Ma-do-gun Wi Cheon-myeong’s back increased.

It was because the entire space controlled by Jeok Sa-wol was pressing down on his body.

“……”

“Now it’s quiet and nice.”

Jeok Sa-wol smiled faintly as she looked at the silent Wi Cheon-myeong.

Her enchanting smile, reminiscent of a celestial fairy, made Wi Cheon-myeong’s face turn even redder.

Yes.

That’s the nature of men.

That brat from the Gongdong faction is no different.

Thump, thump.

Trying hard to calm his heart, which was at odds with his thoughts, Jeok Sa-wol used the technique of floating objects to send the challenge letter from the Gongdong faction to Wi Cheon-myeong.

Floating.

Wi Cheon-myeong’s pupils shook as he watched the challenge letter slowly rise and fly like a bird.

“Accept the challenge proposed by the Gongdong faction. After all, it’s a favorable condition for you, isn’t it? Or are you afraid of losing to the likes of the Gongdong faction?”

Swoosh.

Wi Cheon-myeong’s face hardened at her words.

The leader of the Sado Alliance, that old monster, wants a duel?

There’s no harm in dueling.

The Gongdong faction is, after all, a prestigious and ancient sect.

If they could defeat the Gongdong faction, which was once a member of the Nine Great Sects, through a duel, it would greatly damage the reputation of the entire orthodox sects.

‘So that’s what the leader wants.’

Having finished his calculations, Wi Cheon-myeong carefully and respectfully accepted the challenge letter that had flown to him and shouted in a loud voice.

“Of course not! We will definitely win! We will destroy the Gongdong faction’s main base without leaving a single stone unturned, cut off the lineage of those disgusting hypocrites, and even crush the Seomun family to plant the flag of the Sado Alliance in Gansu!”

Jeok Sa-wol’s delicate eyebrows furrowed at Wi Cheon-myeong’s words.

Destroy the Gongdong faction?

That brat unnecessarily came to mind.

Although she wanted the Black Dragon Clan to win, she didn’t particularly want to see that brat die.

“…Do not destroy the Gongdong faction’s main base.”

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“Yes?”

“I mean, win, but do it moderately. It’s an order as the leader.”

At Jeok Sawol’s cold words, Wi Cheonmyeong bowed his head.

“…Ah, understood.”

“Then I shall take my leave. Do not reveal to anyone that I am Hwameon Hogum.”

Having received a clear answer, Jeok Sawol put on her mask and veil again and operated Baekmyeon Cheonhwagong.

Her physique changed, and the red aura that had risen from her body vanished in an instant.

Returning to the appearance of Hwameon Hogum, Jeok Sawol lifted the curtain in the chaotic office and spoke in Hwameon Hogum’s voice.

“Then I shall take my leave, Lord.”

“Yes.”

Tak.

After Jeok Sawol left, the Black Dragon Lord, who was looking at the messy office, sighed.

“Win, but go easy on them? Has that old monster finally gone senile?”

But the Black Dragon Lord, who did not dare to rebel, could only mutter to himself timidly.

This happened while Cheolsu Lee was recuperating in Sichuan.