The Eunuch Regains His Manhood in the Second Round

36. A Truly Perfect Plan

“You b*stard!”

Jeok Sawol’s sharp voice echoed through Gongdong Mountain.

Her voice resonated through the mountain, as if imbued with inner strength.

This is troublesome.

I immediately activated the Soyang Mind Technique.

Buzz!

As the energy of the Soyang Mind Technique rose from my dantian and flowed through my meridians, I activated the Gongdong Sect’s secret technique, the Reverse Blood Circulation Technique (易螺巡穴功).

Boom!

The energy of the Soyang Mind Technique flowed through the reverse blood path and amplified. I surrounded my body with the amplified inner strength to prepare for Jeok Sawol’s voice attack.

“Ugh!”

Even with the refined control of my inner strength, honed through the practice of hanging and jelqing exercises, I couldn’t completely block the power contained in the voice of a master of the Hyungyeong level.

It wasn’t even her full power, just an unconscious release of less than a tenth of her true strength, yet it was this powerful.

“Cough!”

I spat out a mouthful of blood.

My insides were shaken, causing minor internal injuries.

It’s not serious, and I can recover in about three days with proper rest and energy circulation, but the problem is that I won’t be able to do the hanging exercises during that time.

I’ve only been practicing the advanced technique of hanging for a year. In my goal to rotate an iron wheel with my penis, losing three days of training is critical.

“What, what are you doing?! Senior Hwa Myeon Ho Geom is known to be ruthless, but I’ve heard that he shows mercy to acknowledged opponents in the martial arts world. How can you oppress a junior who has passed the test like this? Are all the rumors about Hwa Myeon Ho Geom’s reputation false?”

Since I’ve already sustained internal injuries.

I decided to use these injuries to stimulate Jeok Sawol’s maternal instincts and make her feel indebted to me.

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I want to enjoy the screen swordplay and the pleasures of the world.

My confession just now was 100% sincere.

And I also realized that Jeoksa-wol had begun to develop feelings for me.

The fact that she plays with a red mask as her alternate character, Screen Sword, is, in reverse, to find a man who sees her for who she truly is, rather than just her appearance.

The deficiency that Jeoksa-wol, who has lived for over 50 years as the world’s most beautiful woman, harbors is the existence of a man who loves her regardless of her looks.

However, that doesn’t mean I could embrace her right now.

Screen Sword, or rather Jeoksa-wol, has a sharp and unpredictable personality due to her distrust of men. Moreover, being a master of Hyun-gyeong, if I were to mismanage my feelings for her, Jeoksa-wol could easily turn into an obsessive woman, trapping me in her grasp.

Images of a bad ending with Jeoksa-wol already floated in my mind.

The ending where she, transformed into a sadistic obsessive woman, locks me away in the secret chamber of the Hao Moon and tortures me for 365 days.

Furthermore, she is a master of the Absorption Technique, drawing in a man’s vital energy to replenish her own.

Until now, she had maintained her purity by using the medieval martial arts hypnosis app, Spirit Seduction, to cloud a man’s mind before suppressing his wrist’s blood vessels to extract his vital energy.

However, depending on the true purpose of the Absorption Technique, it was entirely possible to perform the energy absorption process during the pleasures of the world. Jeoksa-wol simply chose not to.

So, if I were to make a mistake, there was a risk of being drained of my vital energy during an encounter with a succubus-like Jeoksa-wol, leaving me emaciated like a mummy.

“Tell me! Who were you thinking of?”

“Ha ha. You wail like a wounded deer. Cry some more.”

*Slap!*

I envisioned Jeoksa-wol, binding me to a pillar with her Heavenly Sleep Technique, wielding a whip made from the tail of a dragon to strike my bare body.

And through the Absorption Technique, she would drain my vital energy, preventing me from escaping!

It was horrifying.

What I desired was a mutual satisfaction in the pleasures of the world. But I was not a lecher; I was merely a normal man with desires. Thus, I could not feel pleasure in Jeoksa-wol’s queenly confinement.

Moreover, the Absorption Technique was dangerous. If I fell victim to her energy absorption, my vital energy would diminish. And vital energy is synonymous with s*xual vigor!

Indeed, if I were to fall into her trap, all the hard-earned vitality I had built up through Kegel exercises, jelqing, hanging exercises, various energy supplements, and internal cultivation techniques could vanish in an instant like a fleeting dream!

Therefore, this unsatisfactory mutuality was not the correct path of desire.

“I am not a lecher.”

If I were a slave to desire, thinking with my lower instincts, I might have sought pleasures with her.

But I am a practitioner of desire, rational and cold, destined to be the master of my own desires. I do not engage in pleasures with just any woman because she is pretty.

I do not partake in s*x that deviates from the path of desire.

“I must achieve the Three-Body Technique in the future. A whale cannot play in a pond, so I cannot allow myself to be ensnared by Jeoksa-wol.”

To overcome Jeoksa-wol’s Absorption Technique, I needed to reach the same level of mastery as her in Hyun-gyeong.

Yet, my level was merely second-rate. Thus, it was impossible for me to properly control her.

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There I was, a rightful member of the orthodox Murim, and she was the leader of the Sado Alliance, wasn’t she?

Like Romeo and Juliet, our relationship was one that was difficult to be publicly acknowledged.

At least until I ascended as the hero of the Kangho Murim.

So, for now, I had to make her step back.

Until I reached the state of Hyungyeong and was recognized as the hero of the Kangho Murim, I had to engage in what they call ‘push and pull.’

So, for now, I had to make Jeok Sawol step back.

‘Moreover, it was doubtful whether the Sayoung Association and the Black Dragon Clan would readily accept our request for a duel.’

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The reason I used my wish to deliver the duel invitation was to ensure the establishment of the duel.

Although I presented conditions excessively favorable to the Black Dragon Clan to increase the likelihood of them coming to the table, the opponent was neither an idiot nor an orthodox faction.

As a Sapa sect, the probability of them resorting to dishonorable tactics rather than a fair duel could not be ignored.

From the Black Dragon Clan’s perspective, if they were to lose to the Gongdong Sect, they could be branded as the culprits who disgraced the entire Sapa.

Even if the Black Dragon Clan resorted to underhanded methods, it wasn’t that I had no countermeasures. However, it would become very troublesome, and crucially, it would prevent me from starting the chronicle of Lee Cheolsu, the popular hero among women.

‘To build a story that would capture the hearts of many Kangho women, I must establish the duel with the Black Dragon Clan.’

Responding to underhanded methods is not cool. It’s troublesome and dirty work. Naturally, it lacks elements that would capture the hearts of women.

But a duel is the opposite. It is glamorous, intuitive, and has dramatic performances and stories that capture the hearts of women.

That’s why I wished for Hwamyeon Hogum to ensure the establishment of the duel.

With my lack of looks, I had no choice but to rely on external elements like stories to capture the hearts of women.

Hwamyeon Hogum, or rather Jeok Sawol’s pride, was so high that even the emperor would step aside. There was no possibility of her retracting her words. She would thoroughly fulfill the wish of the one who passed the test.

So, in this situation, it was right to demand the establishment of the duel.

“Cough.”

I sat down, coughing up more blood, showing her my pain.

It was to induce guilt in Hwamyeon Hogum.

“…Are you… okay?”

“…Will you… grant my wish?”

I looked at Hwamyeon Hogum with a trembling voice.

She must grant my wish.

I was desperate. So I looked at her with sincere, pitiful eyes.

Acting to deceive the opponent doesn’t have to be false. Amplifying sincerity to deceive is also possible.

Jeok Sawol’s ability to discern truth from lies couldn’t see through an act filled with sincerity.

Moreover, I was a treacherous minister who survived and reached the pinnacle of power by crushing everyone in the treacherous palace for 50 years.

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Performing this level of acting was a piece of cake.

The Hwanmyeon Hogum, who saw my pitiful gaze, quickly turned her head away.

She spoke in a small voice.

“…I will listen. Child. Hmph. Your wish will surely come true. And do not misunderstand. What just happened… was my, my, mistake… It, it was…”

Hwanmyeon Hogum reluctantly admitted her mistake in a voice as small and trembling as a mosquito’s.

I could see the back of her neck and earlobes turning red as she turned away.

Her pride was too strong for her to not admit her mistake.

“That’s a relief…”

Just as I was trailing off.

“Disciple! What’s going on? Disciple!”

“Cheolsu!”

I sensed the presence of my master and senior brother along with their voices coming from the main hall of the Joint Sect.

“…Let’s retreat for today.”

Sensing their presence, Jeok Sawol leapt into the moonlit night and disappeared in an instant.

Thud.

A pouch fell where she had disappeared.

Before my senior brother and master arrived, I quickly retrieved the pouch that Jeok Sawol had dropped.

When I opened the pouch, a clear medicinal scent gently stimulated my nose.

‘This smell… It’s Sokmyeongdan.’

It was Sokmyeongdan, a medicine for internal injuries.

And it was a top-quality product.

It seemed that Jeok Sawol had left it behind after seeing that I had suffered internal injuries.

It was an unexpected windfall. Before my senior brother and master arrived, I quickly put the pouch in my pants, swung my sword to manipulate the traces of the battle, rolled around in the dirt to make a mess, and lay down on the ground, finally calming my still-standing yang energy by singing the national anthem.

The traces of the battle were created using the trace manipulation techniques I had learned during my time as an agent in Dongchang.

It was impossible for my master and senior brother, who had not received professional training, to see through it.

“Disciple!”

My senior brother was the first to arrive.

With tears welling up in his eyes, he hugged me tightly as he saw my condition.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry… I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you again this time… I’m sorry, disciple…”

The unique scent of wildflowers from my senior brother brushed past my nose.

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From the moment I manipulated the traces of the battle, I had already prepared myself for my senior brother’s embrace. But no matter how many times it happens, I can never get used to hugging a man. Damn it. I held onto my sanity with Kegel exercises and said,

“Senior brother, I’m fine. Please let go now.”

“Junior brother… I’m sorry… I’m really sorry…”

Despite my plea, my senior brother did not release me from his embrace.

It’s driving me absolutely crazy.

Just as my patience was reaching its limit,

“Cheolsu.”

Our master arrived before us.

“What is going on? What was that energy I felt from the mountain gate?”

Only after our master calmly questioned me did I manage to escape my senior brother’s grasp.

“Hic, hic…”

Hearing my senior brother still sobbing, I recited the scenario I had prepared to our master.

“Tonight, the moon was so bright that I couldn’t sleep, so I went to the mountain gate to get some fresh air and gaze at the moon. That’s when a mysterious figure dressed in black appeared at our sect’s gate.”

“A figure in black…! The Sa-Young Association scoundrels have finally…!”

My master muttered in a tone filled with rising anger.

It’s good that he misunderstood on his own.

Thank you, eternal night friend of the medieval martial world, the villain in black, everyone’s enemy!

“The figure in black attacked me without a word as soon as he saw me sitting at the gate. In response to his sudden attack, I hastily used my martial arts to counter him. While I was fighting him, he sensed your and senior brother’s presence and retreated just now. Although I succeeded in protecting the main mountain, I… suffered internal injuries… cough!”

I deliberately trailed off and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Using the feigning illness technique I learned during my time as an agent, I managed to create a pale face that looked like I was on the verge of death.

“How dare they…! I will never forgive the Sa-Young Association and their minions!”

Seeing my weak face and body, Jeon-Young shouted in indignation.

“The Sa-Young Association… the Black Dragon Gang… to do this to my junior brother… I couldn’t protect him this time, but in the martial arts competition, I will definitely…”

And my senior brother, with a hardened face and unfocused eyes, muttered ominously.

Everyone’s hostility and morale against the Black Dragon Gang were fully charged.

Seeing this, I closed my eyes.

Good.

With this, neither my senior brother nor my master would be intimidated by the giant black gang, the Black Dragon Gang.

As long as my senior brother isn’t intimidated, he will be able to display his full skills in the martial arts competition, and that will make our winning rate a perfect 100%.

After all, we have to win.

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Now that the fraud issue has been resolved, all that remains is to lie in my room for three days, being treated as a patient, and enjoy pork and pig liver, which are good for my stamina, under the guise of special patient meals.

Meanwhile, I will wait for the duel with the Black Dragon Clan and continue my stamina training.

Truly, a perfect plan.