The Second Eunuch Regains His Manhood

Chapter 103



Chapter 103: The Eunuch Who Became Heaven

Me and Geumhu walked down the corridor in silence.

After passing five Blood Zombies, there were no additional threats. But Geumhu seemed more anxious about that.

I felt the same.

With Hwakyung’s Mastery, having Geumhu here shouldn’t pose much of a danger, but still, there’s always a “just in case.”

Both of us were tense, gripping each other’s hands tightly, wondering how long we had been moving through the corridor.

[Eungong. I sense the enemy’s presence ahead.]

Geumhu’s telepathic message rang in my ears.

Finally, we caught the tail of the Blood Sect’s Master.

Swish.

Geumhu drew her sword. The Moonlight Sword shimmered brilliantly in the darkness.

There were no words spoken.

I raised my senses and energy, continuing to walk alongside Geumhu.

In the distance, a faint light appeared.

Now I also sensed the enemy’s presence.

As I got tense and placed my hand on the sword hilt…

“Ugh?!”

I heard Geumhu’s startled voice.

At that moment, my consciousness faded. The warmth and touch of Geumhu’s hand disappeared far away. A headache began.

The thread of awareness snapped, then reconnected. When I opened my eyes, everything around me was pure darkness.

“This is… ”

A strange sensation. I spread out my senses, but felt nothing. I quickly understood the nature of this space.

“A formation, huh?”

It was a formation of mental interference, a sophisticated illusion.

Similar to the Honwon Bidong, but the difference…

The illusion of Honwon Bidong wasn’t hostile, but this darkness was saturated with endless malice.

If a skilled master encountered this illusion, their psyche could shatter and turn them into a mindless husk.

There was an overwhelming sense of dark malevolence writhing beyond the unfathomable darkness.

“To use an illusion against me…”

I frowned.

Even though Geumhu had a high-level skill complemented by this advanced illusion, it wouldn’t be able to hold me.

Having reached the realm of Hyeongyeong, completed my microcosm, and realized my Mind’s Martial Arts, my spirit wouldn’t be shaken by mere illusions.

The only problem was the necessity to unleash that damn gay martial art like I did during Honwon Bidong again.

Ah.

I really didn’t want to use it again.

“Damn it…”

I muttered in a low voice.

But it couldn’t be helped.

Hwakyung’s Mastery was incredible, but there’s always a chance.

Hwakyung was undeniably impressive, but unlike a master who reached the realm of Hyeongyeong, she hadn’t yet completed her microcosm.

She was vulnerable to illusions. Of course, only if it wasn’t an illusion cast by someone in the same realm, but…

For some reason, the level of this damn illusion appeared equal to that of a Hwakyung Master.

Geumhu is my girl.

So, I had to protect her.

A real alpha male protects his own girl, that’s just the way it is.

I closed my eyes and recited the incantation for Regulation Preservation.

Go go go go go go go!

An otherworldly chill burst forth from my Dantian, surging through my entire body. A familiar yet terrifying cold overtook me.

I opened my eyes and raised my right hand.

The five fingers of my right hand naturally curled. A swirling white chill turned into starlit snowflakes, blooming at the tips of my fingers.

Claws of the Spirit!

The radiant energy emitted by an absolute master of the claw technique illuminated the dark malevolence.

“What’s with this claw energy? Pathetic.”

This isn’t some ceremonial offering.

Fortunately, it’s inside an illusion. No one will see me using this damn gay martial art.

What if someone saw me using this trash martial art? I’d become a legend of the grown man like a scarlet letter in the Nine Provinces and not be able to hold my head high.

Not only would my handsome rogue image be fixed, but I’d also get stuck with a nickname like Black Hearted Evil.

Martial arts are swords. Being a swordsman is the basic requirement to become a popular figure in the Martial World.

I scolded that gay martial art inwardly and realized my Mind’s Martial Arts in reality.

My consciousness expanded infinitely. My absolute mind, completing my microcosm, materialized through my intentions.

Mind Martial Arts.

Through the zenith of my understanding, a martial technique was displayed by a master having completed their microcosm and reached the realm of Hyeongyeong.

Known as Mind Sword in common parlance, this technique manifested through my body in the depths of darkness.

Shhhh-shing!

Invisible white energy radiated from my fingers into the air, splitting like a crack. A gigantic tree grew above me from the chill.

[One Piece of Ice Heart]

This was the ultimate of martial arts I reached in my past life.

The culmination of honing my single-minded purpose for the transformation of flesh and bone and reclaiming my true essence now blossomed in my hand.

I grabbed the darkness straightforwardly with my right hand.

Crackle!

With a thunderous sound, a white crack tore through the malevolent darkness. The moment the darkness froze, I tore a rift in space.

Boom!

With a colossal sound, space was ripped apart. The presence of encroaching evil felt palpable through my senses.

Good. This ought to be the end, right?

As I thought of resolving the Regulation Preservation…

Hooh?

I heard a voice filled with dreadful powers, as if it crawled out from the depths of hell.

“Guh!”

Along with that, a jarring ringing echoed in my head.

A headache emerged. My vision swam. A powerful master was shaking my consciousness with just their voice?

That couldn’t be possible. Even among masters of the Hyeongyeong realm, that was impossible.

Could it be?

[Regulation Preservation? I wonder if it’s the Taepyeong Princess’s paw? Could that woman reach this far?]

The mysterious voice twisted the darkness.

[But it doesn’t matter. Whoever you are, you will die in the hands of this one. Variables must be eliminated.]

The shattering space began to regenerate. The collapsing darkness restored itself.

And with that, an incantation echoed through the world.

[Black Thunder Infinite]

That was an incantation I had never heard before in the realm of Mind Martial Arts.

Along with it, a mass of malevolence fell like thunder.

Flash.

With the black light came a deafening boom.

Rumble-ron-ron-ron!

The whole world filled with Black Thunder. I sensed intuitively.

There was no way to cope with it in my current state. A master far beyond me.

It was hard to believe, but…

A master of the Boundary of Life and Death. A fragment of that power resided within that Mind Martial Art. The energy capable of shaking the universe through intentions manifested right here.

I gritted my teeth.

In this form, I couldn’t withstand it. Geumhu couldn’t hold out either.

And perhaps…

The evil hand might even reach the Hwang Sang. An absolute master of the Boundary of Life and Death threatened the Hwang Sang.

Hwang Sang…

I bit my lip.

The image of Hwang Sang came to mind. The one who returned back in time with me.

The one I shared everything with, my family in every sense, Hwang Sang emerged in my thoughts.

The image of Hwang Sang who followed me came to mind.

And the figures of the women I must protect appeared.

After returning, the members of the Gongdong Sect, including Yujinhwi, with whom I formed new bonds, also flashed through my mind.

To protect them…

I had to step up.

If I didn’t now, I could not call myself a grown man or an alpha male.

I would protect everything.

“Damn it! I didn’t want to go this far!”

I clenched my teeth.

And I remembered.

My past self, from a mere eunuch to an aide to the Third Princess, from a Dongchang agent to the Dongchang Grand Secretary.

The second eunuch in the history of the Central Plains to make a woman an empress after Wu Zetian.

The treacherous eunuch who brought Jo Go, the Ten Sages, and Wei Chongxian to their knees and was on friendly terms with the rebels of the Mang-tak Clan.

A legendary eunuch who piled up achievements rivaling those of the grandfather of the deified Cao Cao, the eunuch Zhao Deng.

“Eternal Virgin Sima Qian” as my esteemed brother.

The Grand Secretary of the Twelve Eunuch Organizations, the Taegam of the Affairs Department, who grasped absolute power amidst the lives of ordinary people, from the noble ones to the most lowly.

The traitor who privatized the Great Ming Empire, governing the world, even as the Ryukyu and Joseon were mocked for their misfortune as they suffered harm—a eunuch made into heaven.

The strongest of the Imperial Palace.

Grand Secretary Lee Cheol-soo.

I brought forth his image.

My hands suddenly turned soft and delicate. My body became slender, and my face sharpened.

The clothing I wore transformed into the official robe of a eunuch.

Finally, I lost all sensation in my lower body. The heavy existence that I had carried for so long vanished.

This is the realm of the mind. And I am a man with an absolute mind.

Of course, it was possible to summon my first life back. A miracle made possible in the realm of the mind.

And this was the last thing I wanted to do.

Tears streamed down my cheeks.

“This bastard… The Boundary of Life and Death or whatever, you’re going to die! Damn it! I’ll find you and tear you apart, you bastard!!”

A distinctly grown man’s fierce voice burst forth.

But contrasting that, a thin, eunuch’s voice slipped out.

It was horrifying.

I never wanted to return to being a eunuch again.

No matter how much a mind-world it was, I didn’t want this appearance.

But it was impossible to exert full power otherwise. I let tears fall as I raised my hands to the familiar sensation of emptiness below.

The energy of Regulation Preservation surged naturally. Following my intentions, a chill-laden silver white energy gathered at my fingertips.

[One Piece of Ice Heart]

The Mind Martial Arts manifests. A silver-white tree made of chill grows. Leaves created from energy form, and ice petals bloom.

The rising tree blocked the Black Thunder.

Boom!

The ice tree grew and covered the dark sky. No matter how powerful the master of the Boundary of Life and Death was, if they weren’t directly present, the power exerted remotely through spells would be limited.

If I could exert my prime power, then in this situation where the enemy’s strength was limited, I could win.

To put it metaphorically, no matter how strong the opponent, they couldn’t stop me with just one finger.

Conversely, it meant that to block just one of their fingers, I had to utilize the entirety of my power as a master of Hyeongyeong.

I held the beautiful, delicate white hand with the claw energy and ripped apart the Black Thunder.

Shhhh-shing!

The world froze.

Soon after…

Boom!

With a loud sound, the consciousness of the world shattered. The moment light entered through the cracks in the darkness, my consciousness cut off completely.

*

In a dark cave, a pool of boiling blood.

Bubbling.

A man submerged in the blood let out a chunk of gore.

Cough.”

It was the Blood Sect’s Master.

His hands trembled.

Blood suffused his eyes.

One corner of his flank was frozen white. It was a statue. The backlash of a failed spell had hit him.

The Blood Sect’s Master’s hand shook violently.

“… Damn it…”

He had failed.

Completely.

This was humiliation, disgrace. To be defeated by that damn young girl was a disgrace, but now facing an unidentified mysterious master?

“I thought the heavens had already fallen into my hands…”

He needed the Sword Queen Bidong’s Elixir.

To ascend to the heavens and dominate the Nine Provinces, he needed the Elixir.

He had to recover completely through the Elixir and the pure blood of the young men and women and escape this cramped cave.

That young girl from the Forbidden City had recently mobilized the Gongdong Sect to gather all the Elixirs, so the supply was running thin.

But to fail the mission for the Sword Queen Bidong as well…

Had he gone himself, he would have been able to tear apart an opponent in an instant, but due to the imperfect implementation of the Mind Martial Arts through a spell, he had lost.

“… Was there a master in the Imperial Palace I didn’t know about…?”

The Blood Sect Master, or rather Hyulma, cooled his head.

It was a failed operation.

Defeat is something that happens on the battlefield.

There’s no point in being angry with every little thing.

Waiting was familiar. He would continue to wait. If that was the case, then victory would be his.

Time was on his side.

In the future, he would gather more Elixirs, more pure blood from young men and women, and more alchemical treasures.

Hyulma thought this while closing his eyes, soaking in the Blood Pond, murmuring.

“That damn eunuch dared to interfere with my grand ambition…”

But when he thought about it.

To have been defeated by a eunuch using Regulation Preservation wasn’t something his notorious patience could endure.

His voice could be heard echoing in the cramped cave as he cursed Lee Cheol-soo.

It was the moment when the attempt to steal the Sword Queen Bidong from the Blood Sect completely failed due to the tearful efforts of Lee Cheol-soo.



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