The Eunuch Regains His Manhood in the Second Round - Chapter 42



42. Is this the Gongdong Sect?

‘My pork!’

The moment I smelled the burning, I stood up, overcoming the pain of my internal injuries.

Seo Harin.

Despite her title as the innkeeper’s daughter, she had no talent for cooking to the extent that it could be said she had none at all.

I already knew this fact through intelligence obtained in my previous life in the imperial palace.

Seo Harin, the Cold Soul Sword, was not at the level of Yoo Jin-hwi, the best sword in the world, but she was one of the influential figures in the martial world.

Seo Harin was not the only one.

In my mind, I had all the personal information of the current Three Masters of the Rain and the Seventeen Lords of Gyeongcheon, as well as the future influential masters.

Anyway, Seo Harin’s father, Seo Daein, also knew well that Seo Harin had no talent for cooking.

So, the part where Seo Harin helped with the inn’s work was not cooking but hall duties like serving.

But to entrust cooking to such Seo Harin!

And with precious pork, a vital energy booster!

“Sa, Sa-je?!”

When I showed the miracle of getting up from the bed, Sa-hyung’s eyes widened.

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Damn it, maybe because the blood and sweat of my senior brother’s interrogation were unnecessarily effective, my body wasn’t that painful except for some dizziness, nausea, and staggering.

“Junior brother! Wh-what’s going on?”

“I smell burning meat… from the kitchen… We need to go… right now…”

We had to go.

No matter how common pork was, it was still a precious ingredient in this fundamentally pre-modern era.

We couldn’t afford to waste such a precious ingredient.

“…Really, the smell of burning… Junior brother, I’ll support you. Get on my back.”

Finally, my senior brother also smelled the burning and spoke to me with a serious expression, offering his back.

Get on his back.

I hated the idea of getting on a man’s back, but this was an emergency.

There was no time to be picky.

I didn’t want to get on my senior brother’s back, but the future where the pork was burnt was more terrible.

“Understood.”

I endured the humiliation of getting on my senior brother’s back and left the room.

The scent of wildflowers from his back was stronger.

Swoosh.

My senior brother, who had left the room, unfolded his swift movement technique and quickly left Cheongungak.

“We’re here.”

In the blink of an eye, we arrived at the kitchen.

I staggered off my senior brother’s back.

I had no choice but to get on a man’s back, but I had no intention of staying there any longer.

With trembling hands, I opened the kitchen door.

“Cough, cough!”

As I opened the door, I saw Seo Harin coughing in the thick smoke.

And I saw the pot boiling over and the flames rising.

The state of the meat inside was obvious without even looking.

First, we had to put out the fire.

Unlike modern times where you just turn off the gas stove switch and valve, the kitchen in medieval Murim was dangerous because you had to handle the fire directly.

If we weren’t careful, we could burn down not just the kitchen but the entire dining hall.

“Senior brother, please fetch some water with a bucket.” “Got it!”

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The senior brother leaped again.

I carefully grabbed Seo Harin’s wrist, who was coughing and tearing up in the smoke-filled kitchen.

As expected of the future peerless beauty, Seo Harin’s wrist was slender yet soft.

“Miss Seo, please excuse me for a moment.” “······.”

Seo Harin’s face turned slightly red.

Inhaling smoke for too long is not good for the respiratory system.

I can’t leave the future number one beauty of the orthodox sect here.

I quickly led her out of the kitchen.

At that moment.

“Junior brother, I brought the water······.”

I ran into the senior brother.

Thud.

Yoo Jin-hwi dropped the buckets he was holding in both hands to the floor.

“J-Junior brother······. Why are you holding an unrelated woman’s hand so carelessly······.”

The senior brother’s eyes trembled.

He spoke in a voice that couldn’t believe it.

My head started to ache.

This is the medieval Murim land where the separation of men and women is taken for granted.

Holding an unrelated woman’s hand carelessly is akin to publicly deep kissing on a bustling street in today’s terms.

Damn Confucian Taliban world. What’s the big deal about holding hands?

“······.”

Seo Harin remained silent, her face expressionless except for a brief blush.

I quickly let go of Seo Harin’s wrist and said,

“I only took the liberty to save Miss Seo from the smoke inside the kitchen. There’s no need for you to worry, senior brother.”

“······I see······. That’s right.”

The senior brother’s shoulders drooped at my words.

Even though I gave a reasonable explanation, why is he like this?

He alternately looked at me and Seo Harin, pouting his lips.

Could it be······.

‘Was the rumor from the previous life true?!’

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A rumor from my past life came to mind.

The Sword Saint, Yoo Jin-Hwi, the best swordsman in the world.

The reason he doesn’t date women is because he is already in a relationship with his junior, the Cold Soul Sword Maiden, Seo Ha-Rin.

Seo Ha-Rin, the Cold Soul Sword Maiden, is a peerless beauty, rivaling the world’s most beautiful woman, Jeok Sa-Wol.

Seo Ha-Rin, with her exotic appearance due to her mixed blood, is considered by some to be even more beautiful than Jeok Sa-Wol. There’s no need to say more about her beauty.

It was a logical rumor that Yoo Jin-Hwi didn’t look at other women because he had such a beautiful partner.

The rumor spread because both of them were single until I died, but even the imperial intelligence network couldn’t verify the truth of the rumor.

But what if the rumor was true?

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What if they were secretly dating?

‘Could it be that Senior Brother is with Miss Seo…?’

In my mind, I imagined the grown-up Seo Ha-Rin, now a national beauty, and the peerless handsome Senior Brother whispering sweet nothings to each other.

‘Hehe, Senior Brother, you are the only man in my life!’

‘Junior Sister, I feel the same. I only have eyes for you.’

Two beautiful people laughing under the moon!

Seo Ha-Rin blushing and Yoo Jin-Hwi stroking her.

Their continued affection and me swallowing my tears alone in the background.

‘This can’t happen!’

I unconsciously shouted in my mind at the thought.

This must not happen.

Of course, Seo Ha-Rin will eventually join the sect and become my junior sister.

And she might date someone.

But that someone doesn’t have to be Senior Brother.

How dare he aim for Miss Seo!

No, this won’t do. I need to separate Senior Brother and Miss Seo here.

“By the way, Senior Brother, isn’t it time for training? Master might be looking for you.”

I brought up training and Master, the two biggest weaknesses of my diligent Senior Brother.

Senior Brother flinched at my words.

His face darkened slightly.

“Uh, uh… Right… But the junior is still having trouble moving…”

Senior Brother glanced at me and Seo Ha-Rin, trailing off.

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It seems like you’re trying to stay close to Miss Seo using me as an excuse.

But that won’t work on me.

“Senior Brother. I appreciate your concern for Wooje, but my body has recovered enough to move around. It’s all thanks to the meticulous acupuncture you performed on me earlier.”

Damn acupuncture, who knew it would come in handy at a time like this.

Senior Brother’s eyes wavered at my words.

Yes, he didn’t expect acupuncture to come up here either.

My excuse was perfect.

Well, it’s impossible for the current Senior Brother to handle my political maneuvering.

“Acupuncture… Alright. Junior Brother. Then I’ll train hard for the sake of you and our sect… You take care of yourself too.”

With a slightly flushed face, Senior Brother left those words and disappeared.

Watching him completely vanish towards the Grand Martial Arts Arena, I sighed in relief and spoke.

“Miss Seo.”

“…Yes, Young Master.”

Seo Harin flinched slightly at my words.

She seemed a bit scared, thinking she might get scolded for burning the pork.

But a true alpha male should have the sweetness to cover a woman’s small mistakes.

I looked at Seo Harin and said.

“It seems Miss Seo made a mistake because our sect’s kitchen is messy compared to the well-organized kitchen of the guesthouse managed by Master Seo. I should have tidied up our kitchen in advance… For that, I apologize.”

Seo Harin’s empty eyes wavered slightly at my words.

She bowed her head and spoke.

“…Yes. But the cooking…”

“There are still ingredients left, so I’ll cook myself.”

“But Young Master, you’re a patient. Cooking is the caregiver’s duty.”

“Then I’ll help Miss Seo with the cooking.”

I practiced a charming smile while looking at Seo Harin.

Receiving my gaze, Seo Harin remained silent for a moment before nodding slightly.

“Alright, let’s go.”

As I entered the kitchen with Seo Harin, I thought.

It was time to transform into a s*xy man who cooks, Chef Lee Cheolsu.

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Sizzle!

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Eugene Hwi, who was performing the extreme luck-flowing technique, overheard the conversation between Lee Cheol-soo and Seo Ha-rin with her sensitive senses.

Following that, she also heard the sound of cooking harmoniously in the kitchen.

“······Ugh······.”

Eugene Hwi bit her lip.

A dark emotion of jealousy flared up in her heart like wildfire.

Her hand trembled slightly.

‘I can cook well too······.’

Seo Ha-rin.

Since she arrived, Eugene Hwi’s anguish deepened.

‘Taking care of the master is······ my job······.’

The master does not care for himself.

Therefore, the only one in the world who can care for and look after the master is her, the senior sister.

So she had vowed to take care of the master.

But what about now? Isn’t Lady Seo taking care of the master instead of her?

Even cooking together······.

‘That’s my job too······.’

Preparing the three meals a day for the sect was originally something she and the master did together.

Memories of fetching water from the kitchen with the master every morning, cooking rice, and making side dishes flashed before Eugene Hwi’s eyes.

To have someone invade the space of memories with the master.

Eugene Hwi’s emotions surged.

‘······Still, the master said he liked the acupuncture and moxibustion.’

A smile appeared on Eugene Hwi’s lips as she recalled the master’s words that thanks to the acupuncture and moxibustion, he felt more comfortable.

‘He also told me not to perform acupuncture and moxibustion on other women.’

She still remembered the master’s words.

The master had told her not to perform acupuncture and moxibustion on others, especially women.

If you think about it, it meant that only he could receive her acupuncture and moxibustion.

That’s what Eugene Hwi thought.

‘Foolish master, I never intended to perform acupuncture and moxibustion on anyone else but you from the beginning······.’

Eugene Hwi’s expression softened slightly.

Feeling a bit better, she clenched her fist.

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Yes, now is not the time to be concerned with such trivial matters.

Black Dragon Clan.

To make those who dared to harm his precious disciple pay, he had to train as his disciple had said.

Yujin Hwi, thinking of the Black Dragon Clan and his disciple, suppressed his complicated feelings and moved towards the Grand Martial Hall.

Thus, from that day, Lee Cheol-Soo’s recovery began, and exactly fifteen days later, in the morning.

Gongdongpa’s Mountain Gate.

The messenger, carrying the reply personally written by the Black Dragon Clan’s leader, finally arrived at Gongdong Mountain.

“Is this Gongdongpa? It’s utterly shabby.”

Seeing the dilapidated mountain gate of Gongdongpa, the girl in black martial attire from the Black Dragon Clan, Black Evil Dragon Wi Soryeon, coldly laughed as her eyes met those of Lee Cheol-Soo, who was in the middle of squat lower body training.

Whiiing.

The cold mountain wind wrapped around the two of them.