The Eunuch Regains His Manhood in the Second Round - Chapter 43



43. Without Roots

After Jeok Sawol had retreated, in the main conference room of the Black Dragon Clan.

The high-ranking officials of the Black Dragon Clan, seated around the table in front of the leader, Gwangmado Gun Wi Cheonmyeong, were arguing over the martial arts challenge book placed on the table.

“How dare Gongdongpa send a martial arts challenge book? Is there any reason to accept this?”

“The military officer is right! Leader! Just give me the order! If you give the order, I will cut off the heads of these arrogant and hypocritical Gongdongpa b*stards with the power of the Black Dragon Sword Squad!”

“The Gongdongpa b*stards have lost their minds! Do they still think they are one of the Nine Great Clans? How dare they challenge the Great Black Dragon Clan!!”

As the voices of the excited officials rose, Wi Cheonmyeong pressed his temples.

He had expected this.

He, too, wanted to ignore the martial arts challenge book, just as the officials had said.

But he couldn’t.

Accept the challenge.

Win, but do it moderately.

The absolute order given by the leader of the Evil Alliance was etched in Wi Cheonmyeong’s mind.

No matter how much betrayal and deceit were the nature of the Evil Sect, no one disobeyed the orders of the Evil Alliance leader.

It wasn’t because the Evil Sect valued the virtue of the strong dominating the weak, like the Demonic Cult.

When one thinks of the Evil Sect, one thinks of rebellion, and when one thinks of rebellion, one thinks of the Evil Sect. Excessive freedom was the identity of the Evil Sect.

Yet, there was only one reason why the members of the Evil Sect couldn’t disobey the Evil Alliance leader.

‘If only that damned old hag wasn’t the leader of the Hao Clan…’

That’s right.

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The other position held by the Flame King, Jeok Sa-wol, who possessed the ever-changing thousand faces of the Demon Lord, was the leader of the Hao Clan.

Jeok Sa-wol, who commanded the Hao Clan, an intelligence organization that could only be compared to the righteous sect’s Beggars’ Sect, knew all the weaknesses of the major demonic sect masters.

Jeok Sa-wol was someone who wielded personal weaknesses to control others. Wi Cheon-myeong knew all too well that defying her orders in the demonic sect would lead to one’s weaknesses being exposed and their complete downfall.

Thus, he could not disobey.

Moreover, wasn’t she an absolute master whose martial prowess had reached the peak of transcendence? Even if he resisted, it would be futile.

Therefore, he had to calm the executives here.

“Everyone, be quiet.”

Tap, tap.

Wi Cheon-myeong roughly struck the table.

He spoke.

“······We have decided to accept the duel proposal from the Gongdong Sect.”

An awkward silence followed Wi Cheon-myeong’s words.

The executives, who had raised their voices thinking he would oppose, were now left speechless.

But now, to agree?

There couldn’t be a more awkward situation.

“May I ask why you made such a decision, Leader?”

It was the strategist who broke the awkward silence.

Wi Cheon-myeong responded to the strategist, who oversaw the internal affairs of the Black Dragon Clan.

“Originally, it was unthinkable for a sect like the Gongdong Sect to challenge the Great Black Dragon Clan. However, it is also true that their proposal is advantageous to us. And if we defeat them using the righteous sect’s methods? It will be a golden opportunity to disgrace not only the Seomun Clan but also the hypocrites of the righteous sect.”

Wi Cheon-myeong passionately explained.

Although he was pushed into this duel by the Demon Lord, it wasn’t without benefits.

If it were a pointless task with no benefits, he would have defied the Demon Lord, no matter who she was.

It was because there were benefits that Wi Cheon-myeong accepted the Demon Lord’s command.

‘That too is cunning.’

She throws out an offer that cannot be refused.

Wi Cheon-myeong continued, shaking his head at the Demon Lord’s cunning.

“That’s not all. If we hold the duel, the Seomun Clan will naturally attend as witnesses. If we defeat the Gongdong Sect and officially take control of Hwa-jeong-hyeon in their presence, the Seomun Clan won’t be able to interfere with us. After all, it will be an official result of the duel. We can strip the Seomun Clan of their justification.”

Wi Cheon-myeong said.

The only reason the Seomun Clan was turning a blind eye to the affairs of Hwa-jeong-hyeon was to use the Gongdong Sect to kill the Black Dragon Clan with borrowed hands.

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Even Wi Cheonmyeong had anticipated that the Seomun family would attack the Heukryongbang under the pretext of avenging the Gongdong faction.

But what if the Heukryongbang defeated the Gongdong faction fair and square through an official duel?

There would be nothing the Seomun family, stripped of their justification, could do.

‘The Baekdo are fools who live and die by their justifications, hehehe. The moment we accepted the duel, they lost their justification and there’s nothing they can do.’

As the leader of the Heukryongbang, who contended with the three great Baekdo factions of Tangmun, Cheongseong, and Ami in Sichuan, he understood the ecology of the Jeong faction better than anyone.

Predicting the actions of the Seomun family was not difficult.

“Oh, indeed, such a method!”

“As expected of the leader!”

“The leader’s strategy has reached the heavens!”

The shoulders of the Heukryongbang leader swelled with the praise of his subordinates.

Hearing everyone’s compliments, he felt even more that accepting the duel was the right decision.

‘Hehehe, I should thank Yeonju for this.’

Wi Cheonmyeong, forgetting even the threats, twitched his lips and placed the letter on the table.

It was a reply to the Gongdong faction’s duel challenge, stamped with the seal of the Heukryongbang leader.

“Sub-leader.”

As soon as Wi Cheonmyeong finished speaking, everyone’s gaze turned to the sub-leader.

At the end of the table, sitting opposite Wi Cheonmyeong, was a beautiful girl with jet-black, lustrous short hair like ebony.

Her black martial arts uniform, embroidered with a silver-threaded black dragon, and her dark eyes looked at the leader.

She was the most promising talent among the ten thousand Sapa factions.

Not only was she considered the next leader of the Heukryongbang, but also the next leader of the Sado faction.

A genius born of the Sapa faction, said to be no less than the sword dragon (Geomryong) of the Hwasan faction, the greatest talent of the Jeong faction.

She was the sub-leader, Heuksaryong (Black Evil Dragon) Wi Soryeon.

The Heukryongbang leader’s lips curled into a smile as he looked at the hidden dragon, whose overwhelming talent was recognized even in the rough group of men that was the Heukryongbang.

He spoke.

“Deliver this letter to the Gongdong faction.”

“Yes, Father.”

Wi Soryeon placed the letter in her bosom.

Her eyes gleamed sharply.

*

It took exactly a week for the internal injuries to heal.

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I’ve been lying there, taking the harsh treatment of Seoharin’s coldness and recovering my body.

“Ah, please. This master.”

Lying on the stone, Seoharin, the top of the peaches, the top of the smiles, not the one who is the top of the smiles, the one who is the top of the smiles!

Of course, the sight of her, with her expressionless face and empty eyes, feeding me pig meat with a chopstick, while she herself is the one who is fed pig meat by Seoharin, is somewhat unsettling, but I didn’t mind.

Even that sight made me think of the boundary-crossing emperor I met at first.

“Thank you, Seo Soju. I’m sorry for always making you suffer.”

“…Of course, it’s something I have to do. Don’t worry about it.”

Seoharin’s appearance, which trembles with a strange expression when I greet her, is also cute.

Just looking at it makes my stomach growl, and just being together makes me feel comfortable!

Men are different.

It would have been great if Seoharin had officially introduced herself to the gang.

While enjoying those days, I climbed out of my despair.

After I had completely recovered from my despair, the first thing I did was squatting in the gang’s mountain language.

“Huh, huh, huh!”

The gang’s mountain language, which is located on the peak of the gang’s mountain, looked down from the gang’s mountain.

Unlike the modern era, there was no factory, and there was no fine dust, so the clean Chinese air filled my lungs.

I continued squatting while breathing and practicing.

Without any strength, only relying on the strength of my body, I continued squatting, and sweat poured down like rain.

But I didn’t stop squatting. The basic of squatting is a sturdy waist and a strong back. I knew very well that a sturdy waist is the foundation of sending a woman to heaven.

Of course, I was also doing kegel exercises in the meantime.

Twist.

The waist and thigh muscles repeated contraction and relaxation.

While repeating squatting and kegel exercises, I noticed something.

There was a disturbance.

Huh? What’s going on?

“Who’s interfering with my training?”

Time is gold.

That declaration was truly right. The time for exercising my strength was more important than the value of gold to me.

But to interfere with that priceless time.

Soharin and the gang were inside the mountain. The master was not. The disturbance that was noticed was clearly the movement of a person who had learned the art of emptiness.

‘Are they like those safa people?’

Notably, using Subterfuge, one must be a safa person after all.

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Being a safa, it meant she either had the real Black Robe Mask or had retrieved information about the ammonites.

Regardless of her purpose, it only hindered my focus.

‘Damn, this is another one of those sinking-vessel situations.’

I murmured as I mentally braced myself, sinking down as if an ascending Everest mimicked my frustration, threading through the nettles.

Indeed, just as the mountain peak stood upright within the fabric, a figure emerged at the gates.

A young girl, clad in a black robe that hugged her body tightly, revealed an enchanting smile. The robe featured eight intertwined dragons printed in silver thread,证券 the portrait of a ladylike beauty, the Black Dragon Sentinel of the Black Dragon Sect.

It was her, with direct orders.

“Is this the alliance territory? It looks underwhelming.”

Her black-lit eyes scanned our direction.

“Get him.”

She called out to me, a haughty tone in her voice.

“I am personally here to engage with Black Dragon Sect’s leader. Summon Longmen.”

Wu Siyuan, esteemed Fire Dragon Sentinel of the Black Dragon Sect, spoke with a demeanor expected of a late-stage safa, though her standing in the alliance rivaled that of a global corporation to a neighborhood small business.

However, our world wasn’t one where capitalism and equality reigned; it was governed by Confucianism and martial aristocracy. Flamboyant confrontations were not the custom, even for late-stage safa powerhouses.

While she may have been youthful and attractive, it wasn’t the kind of beauty that enticed me. I possessed a cool and rational intellect, my mind’s lustfulness a modern trait.

Thus, I wasn’t swayed by her looks. And, after all, wasn’t our current relationship one of adversity, with her being a late-stage safa enemy?

‘Indeed, Wu Siyuan isn’t one to fall for bad boys.’

I had been aware of her preferences—she favored strong yet wicked men.

Therefore, I decided to assert myself here.

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I stopped squatting, wiped the sweat off my forehead with my right hand, and naturally performed Kegel exercises as I spoke.

“How dare a mere fire lord commit the discourtesy of summoning the venerable master of our sect, which boasts a thousand-year history as an orthodox Baekdo sect. It seems the Black Dragon Gang doesn’t even teach their successors the principles of Confucius and Mencius. This is why those without roots are called Sapa. Tsk tsk.”

At my words, Wi Soryeon’s face began to flicker like a traffic light, turning red and blue.

But I was confident.

I hadn’t said anything I shouldn’t have. Moreover, in the medieval Murim, where honor was as precious as life, bowing my head when the opponent was trampling on me was akin to lying down on the ground like a dog and showing my belly.

“No matter how deep the history, it’s just a declining sect now. Courtesy requires strength.”

At my words, Wi Soryeon quickly composed herself and looked at me.

A rough aura emanated from her body.

A method to oppress me by releasing her Qi. It was a classic and effective way to establish dominance in the medieval Murim.

I don’t know why everyone always engages in Qi battles by releasing their Qi.

If I were an ordinary second-rate master, I wouldn’t have been able to withstand her pressure, but I was a master of the Hyungyeong.

The aura she emitted was like a spring breeze to me.

If I overcame her aura, she would become interested in me like in a martial arts novel.

And if I naturally connected that interest to affection…

As I was thinking that and preparing to counter her aura, using my inner strength,

“What is this commotion in the mountain gate?”

A familiar voice came from afar, and a young boy in martial arts attire flew in between Wi Soryeon and me.

Damn it, it was my senior brother.

Yoo Jin-hwi.