The Eunuch Regains His Manhood in the Second Round

16. Encountering the Fortuitous Encounter

Guiding senior brother to Gwangseongdan Cave was not difficult.

No matter how much of a future sword saint Yujinhwi might be, in a situation where his internal energy was not even at the first-rate level, it was difficult to find the way in the mountain at night, no matter how much he trained his eyesight and sense of energy.

The mountain by day and the mountain by night are different.

No matter how bright the full moon, it was easy to get lost and not find the way properly in the dark mountain at night, even on a path one frequented.

In the medieval martial world without GPS or phone navigation, map reading and pathfinding were quite advanced skills.

Moreover, Yujinhwi, being a celestial body, had exceptional talent and comprehension in martial arts, but in other areas, he was slightly below average.

This was confirmed in the records of his past life, where it was said that Yujinhwi suffered quite a bit during his early days in the martial world.

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Well, the Yu Jin-hwi, the world’s best swordsman I met in his later years, had rolled around in the martial world enough to accumulate experience, so he didn’t show such innocence, but that was the future, not now.

So, the innocent senior brother trusted me implicitly and followed my guidance.

Thanks to that, I was able to cleverly pretend to lose my way and wander around the mountain of dawn, eventually arriving at Gwangseongdanhyul.

I focused my emotions again at the sound of my senior brother’s fearful voice.

Even though I intentionally lost the way, it was still true that we were lost, so I had to apologize.

To evoke sad emotions, I once again recalled the terrible scene of a sheep being slaughtered in my mind.

Drip.

As the button was pressed, tears automatically flowed down my cheeks.

“I’m sorry, senior brother. It seems that your foolish junior has lost the way. I’m truly sorry.”

Sob, sob, sob.

I shed tears to the fullest.

As I said before, tears were a surefire way to win.

Of course, excessively strong tears were not good, so I didn’t cry as sorrowfully as last time.

I just cried moderately, enough to make my eyelids red.

Grab.

Senior brother held my hand.

He patted my back with his other hand.

“It’s okay, junior brother. It’s possible to lose the way. The mountain path at night is dangerous… I’m more sorry. I should have found the way with you earlier…”

Senior brother said to me.

As expected, my gullible senior brother.

He let it go with just this.

Of course, as a price for losing the way today, I planned to pass on the lost martial arts of the Gongdong sect to my senior brother and share some elixirs.

I had packed the tableware in my luggage with that intention from the beginning.

Of course, I could monopolize it, but anyway, the faster my senior brother becomes a sword saint, the more benefits I would get, so his strength was important to me, regardless of the damn feelings I had for my handsome senior brother.

According to the records of my previous life, the martial arts my senior brother obtained from Gwangseongdanhyul were the mental technique Samumjinkyeol, the sword techniques Chilsalgeom and Hyeoncheongeom, the body technique Haengunyusu, the hand technique Bokmadaryeoksu, the finger techniques Geonyangji and Guneumji, and finally, the signature technique of the Gongdong sect, Bokmageom, which symbolized the sect like the Taeguk Sword of the Wudang sect, the Plum Blossom Sword Technique of the Huashan sect, and the Heavenly Demon Divine Art of the Demonic sect.

That’s right.

The Bokmageom, the signature technique of the Gongdong sect that was lost after the Gongdong Blood Incident 50 years ago, was lying dormant here.

‘The current Gongdong sect doesn’t have the Bokmageom.’

The highest level of martial arts left in the fallen Gongdong sect was the half-completed Chilsalgeom.

The vanguard of the Demonic sect, which invaded the Gongdong sect 50 years ago, had thoroughly destroyed the Gongdong sect to an obsessive degree.

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They massacred not only the main disciples of the Gongdong Sect who resisted but also the secular disciples and even the commoners, staining Gansu Province with blood.

In the midst of this, the only survivor of the Gongdong Bloodshed, Cheonraegeom Im Baekseon, was only a third-generation disciple who had learned only basic skills and a few martial arts. The Janggyunggak, which preserved the absolute arts of the Gongdong Sect, had long been burned down.

Thus, after the Gongdong Bloodshed, all the supreme arts of the Gongdong Sect were completely severed.

Even the Bokma Swordsmanship, which represented the Gongdong Sect.

‘The nickname Bokma Swordsman for Jeon Yeong was almost a derogatory term, half-laden with ridicule.’

Nevertheless, the reason Jeon Yeong carried the nickname Bokma Swordsman was because it was a derogatory term spread by the Sayeonghoe, a black path sect coveting the last remaining territory of the Gongdong Sect, to mock Jeon Yeong.

It was a nickname given to imply that seeking the severed lineage of Bokma was a foolish endeavor.

However, after reclaiming the Bokma Swordsmanship in his previous life, Jeon Yeong, who later taught the Bokma Swordsmanship to Yoo Jin-hwi, lived up to the nickname and became a true Bokma Swordsman.

Anyway, the Bokma Swordsmanship lies dormant beyond that dark cave.

“We’re quite far from the main mountain… Master must be worried…”

I heard my senior brother mutter.

The distance from the main mountain of the Gongdong Sect to the Gwangseongdan Cave was quite far.

Moreover, as my senior brother and I had climbed the cliffs of the rugged Gongdong Mountain several times to reach the Gwangseongdan Cave, even Master would not easily find us.

The Gwangseongdan Cave itself was in such a remote place that even birds would fold their wings and rest, which is why it had remained undiscovered and survived the Gongdong Bloodshed fifty years ago.

That was why my senior brother was worried.

“Do not worry, senior brother. Master will surely find us. I believe in Master.”

I said to my senior brother, pretending to be an innocent disciple.

My words made my senior brother’s eyes widen slightly.

He nodded.

“Yes, you are right, junior brother. I believe in Master too.”

“Yes, senior brother… I’m sorry, but after wandering the rugged mountains all night, fatigue is overwhelming my body. Would it be alright if we rest in that cave for a while?”

I pointed to the entrance of the Gwangseongdan Cave while staggering.

It wasn’t an act; my body was truly exhausted from climbing the rugged mountains all night.

Although I was already familiar with the location through information acquired in my previous life, if it weren’t for the purpose of finding the elixir, I would have turned back to the main mountain halfway.

“Yes, I understand, junior brother. You must be tired. Let’s rest there for a while.”

As I pretended to stagger, my senior brother approached and naturally put his arm around my shoulder.

Wait? Arm around my shoulder?

My body stiffened for a moment as the terrible memories of the first day came to mind.

My eyes met my senior brother’s.

I saw his eyes filled with worry.

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Since I had already mentioned that I was tired, I had no reason to refuse when my senior brother offered to support me with his arm around my shoulders.

Damn it, even monkeys fall from trees.

There’s no choice.

Just for today, I have to entrust my body to a man.

As I inhaled the scent of wildflowers brushing past my nose, I entered the Gwangseongdan Cave with the support of my senior brother.

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The inside of the Gwangseongdan Cave was spacious.

The ceiling was covered with luminescent moss, so it wasn’t as dark as I had thought.

Thanks to the spiritual energy gathering in the cave, which was said to be the place where Gwangseongja practiced his Tao and Mugeukja secluded himself and ascended, just walking and practicing the breathing technique gradually revitalized my body.

Thus, my fatigue naturally dissipated.

I led my senior brother to a deeper part of the Gwangseongdan Cave.

As we went deeper, we finally entered an artificial stone cave, not a natural one.

My senior brother’s eyes widened when he discovered the night pearls embedded in the ceiling.

“Wow…”

He exclaimed in awe.

This part matched the records exactly.

We had finally entered the Honwonbido, where the legacy of Mugeukja was located, deep within the Gwangseongdan Cave.

‘No traps…’

As the records indicated, there were no traps.

Having regained my energy, I freed myself from my senior brother’s support and walked alongside him down the corridor.

“Junior brother, where do you think this is? Could it be the Gwangseongdan Cave from the legends?”

My senior brother asked me with innocent eyes.

“It might be.”

I answered his question appropriately.

As he mentioned, the location of the Gwangseongdan Cave had been erased from all records within the Gongdong Sect after Mugeukja, the greatest martial artist of the sect 300 years ago, secluded himself. It was only passed down as a legend.

My senior brother in my previous life had also discovered the Gwangseongdan Cave by chance, just like now, after getting lost in the mountains at night.

To find something like this by chance, it seems that fate favors certain people.

The story that Mugeukja ascended after secluding himself was also just a legend passed down within the Gongdong Sect.

The most plausible theory was that Mugeukja, who had reached an absolute position within the Gongdong Sect at the time, erased all records related to the Gwangseongdan Cave before he secluded himself and left.

Whatever the case, 300 years later, there was no way to solve the mystery of the Gwangseongdan Cave’s location and related records, which had been thoroughly lost.

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Gwangseongdan Cave is a cave where the Gwangseongja, revered as the founder of the Gongdong Sect, practiced his Tao. It is considered a sacred place of the Gongdong Sect, making it even more significant.

‘What’s more suspicious is that when Yujinhwi, who emerged as a promising late-stage master after obtaining a fortuitous encounter, returned to Gwangseongdan Cave for closed-door training, the interior had already collapsed, blocking the path to the Honwon Secret Cave of Mugukja.’

Was it a coincidence that the path collapsed and blocked the secret cave?

What was Mugukja thinking when he erased all records related to the sect’s sacred place?

It was all a mystery in my previous life, but honestly, it’s not a very important story in the current situation.

Anyway, I just need to take what I need from the secret cave and leave.

‘Hehehe.’

Finally, it’s time to take the elixir.

My body was already in poor condition, with bad bones and muscles, and at the age of 13, a lot of impurities had accumulated, and my meridians were blocked.

I had to take the elixir to clear my meridians and expel the impurities to perform the cleansing ritual.

If I could expel all the impurities accumulated in my body…

‘My skin will improve…!’

And it’s not just a simple improvement.

The moment I finish the cleansing ritual, I will have baby-like, moist, and spotless skin.

Thanks to the unblocked meridians, my internal energy circulation will become easier, and the massive internal energy accumulated from the elixir will be just a side effect compared to having clear skin.

Although it was impossible to change my innate face in the medieval martial arts world without plastic surgery, I could make my skin as clean, moist, and soft as I wanted with proper care.

And to achieve the ultimate physical beauty I desired, having clear skin was essential.

‘Clear skin is the finishing touch of ultimate physical beauty!’

No matter how good the body is, it’s useless if the skin is bad.

If the face is pitted like the moon? There’s nothing more terrible than that.

So, clear and white skin is the finishing touch to ultimate physical beauty.

Of course, there were no modern skincare products like skin, lotion, or whitening products in the medieval martial arts world, but instead, there was the cleansing ritual.

Moreover, increasing internal energy was also beneficial for me.

After all, internal energy directly affects vitality and stamina, so the more internal energy, the stronger the stamina.

Martial arts are not learned to win fights. They are learned for s*x.

‘Hehehe. Wait for me, elixir.’

I chuckled inwardly as I entered the secret cave with my senior brother.

And finally.

We reached the secluded place of Honwon Swordmaster Mugukja, the greatest master of the Gongdong Sect from 300 years ago, marked by a stone monument with the words ‘Honwon Secret Cave.’

Embedded in the ceiling were luminous pearls, and on the stone table, there were books that looked like secret manuals on the eastern wall of the secret cave.

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There, I was finally able to find the elixir.

As I approached the elixir, my hands trembled.

On the east side of the cave, which uniquely retained its natural state, there was an ancient elixir so potent that just approaching it made my skin tingle and my senses reflexively sharpen due to the spiritual energy emanating from it.

In the martial world, the small, pale, milky-white liquid pool that had accumulated on the cave floor was known as Amitabha Holy Water.

An ancient elixir formed over a thousand years by the gathering of extreme yin energy…

It was a wretched medicine, utterly useless for vitality, as it contained the essence of yin energy.