LIGHTNOVELONLINE Chapter 35
A Demon Cult lackey has been caught attempting to manipulate the Mo Yong family.
In fact, I had already heard about it through Dang Yu-ri, so I wasn’t particularly concerned.
“One of the Ten Demons, the disciple of Yangma, So Yangma, right?”
“Yes. But don’t worry. He’s a complete nobody, so there’s really no need for concern.”
Instead of worrying about So Yangma’s hand, it would be more productive and worthwhile to think about how to make Mo Yongseol want to have a child.
I wasn’t exactly being careless or looking down on them, but since the plan set by that So Geun had already been thwarted, I felt no need to worry.
A disciple of the Ten Demons? So Jidok?
How many among the Ten Demons genuinely intend to revive the Demon Cult and take revenge on the White Path Martial World while viciously torturing orphans?
In the case of Yo Ma, didn’t they release beautiful women across the Central Plain under the pretext of using seduction to rescue orphans?
Certainly, among them, Yangma genuinely desires the resurrection of Cheonma and the Demon Cult, but his intelligence is either on par with or inferior to Cheonma.
Naturally, he wouldn’t have chosen a decent disciple.
While I might worry a little about the Soul Manipulation technique, knowing that he’s someone who engages in such schemes brings me no concerns.
He even considers Dang Yu-ri, a collaborator within the Mo Yong family, as “one of his own,” so the outcome can only be one.
“Ugh, ugh ugh!”
Here, there’s a martial artist, cloaked in a mask, who has been delivered inside the Mo Yong family.
“I’ve heard So Yangma is at least a top-tier master.”
“With that level, he would be among the elite guards protecting the Mo Yong family.”
The deputy leader, Mo Yong-san, firmly held down a man who was trying to escape, tightly bound with ropes.
“Right. So, you plan to use this man to create a potion to persuade ‘Dao Huang’?”
“Yes, that’s correct, Deputy Leader.”
It seems the Sword Saint has already given some hints to his younger brother, the deputy leader.
“Can I know what kind of potion it is?”
“Didn’t the Leader say it specifically?”
“He left the judgment up to you. To be precise, it concerns ‘the patient’s ailment,’ and I can’t casually speak about it regarding Dao Huang.”
“Ah, I understand now.”
Even among family, one can’t freely speak of another’s illness.
Let alone if that person is an elder respected in the Central Plain Martial World, especially when we seek substantial assistance from him.
“After the treatment is complete, I will ask for permission from Dao Huang to speak about it.”
“It seems that Dao Huang is suffering from quite a serious illness. He hasn’t shown himself for several years. I know it’s not polite to keep asking, but—”
Mo Yong-san cautiously lowered his voice and asked.
“Is it something like a man getting Absolute Meridian Sickness in his later years?”
“Deputy Leader.”
“Ah, why? Isn’t there a saying that men become more feminine as they age? If the previously manly and spirited Dao Huang has changed like that, it would certainly explain why he can’t come out.”
“Not at all.”
At least, compared to the master who lost to some Demon Cult trap while seeking similar effects to heal him, and ended up half-woman, it was an entirely different matter.
“If we can create an Extreme Yang Reversal potion for Dao Huang to treat his illness, he will show a fierceness that rivals anyone, just like when he roamed the Central Plain Martial World. He certainly wouldn’t forget his gratitude towards Mo Yong.”
“Gratitude towards Mo Yong, not towards Physician Seok?”
“Physician Seok is a part of Mo Yong, so of course, that gratitude should be directed towards Mo Yong.”
“…Thank you, Physician Seok.”
Mo Yong-san, with glistening eyes, wiped them with his sleeve.
“I’ve known since that time, when you stood by during Seol Yi’s hardship, that you were someone remarkable. Even while you were researching Seol Yi’s Absolute Meridian Sickness, seeing Mo Yong’s martial artists visiting to offer examinations made me think that you were truly the righteous hero that the White Path Martial World has longed for.”
“With such praise, I can only feel embarrassed.”
“No, no matter how much I praise you, it’s not enough. If you require anything, please do not hesitate to tell me. I’ll have my subordinates fetch whatever you need.”
“Just the fact that you’ve acquired what I’ve asked for is more than enough.”
I pointed to a coffin placed toward the direction of Seong Nakwon.
“Since you’ve procured something like this and helped to set the plan in motion, I’ll do my best to produce a good outcome.”
Upon opening the coffin lid, a mirror that clearly showed the face and the sparkling Nightshade Wine were inside.
“Ah, can I ask for one more thing before you leave?”
“What is it?”
“Please place this inside the coffin with him, face-up.”
“That’s not difficult.”
Mo Yong-san pushed So Geun into the coffin.
*Thud, thud, thud!*
Noticing he was in some place, So Geun began to twist his body and make loud noises.
“This is troublesome; should I touch his blood?”
“It’s fine. I’ve learned a great method for subduing him from Mo Yong’s lady.”
I took out a wooden sword.
“Hah-!”
*Whack!*
I swung the sword down into the coffin.
“…….”
“See? Isn’t it quiet now?”
“Well, it’s somewhat different—”
*Thud, thud, thud!*
It got even louder.
Displeased by his wild thrashing, I raised the wooden sword again and swung it mightily.
*Whack!*
This time at his solar plexus.
Resistance faded a little, but he continued to thrash.
And as that wooden sword kept going down,
*Thud, thud, whack!*
At some point, So Geun’s resistance began to wane.
When the tip of the wooden sword finally went past his belly button and headed downward, So Geun ceased to resist.
“Then….”
With his movements having eased,
*Thud!*
I drove the wooden sword not into him, but into his skull.
“…….”
For a moment, So Geun trembled.
“It’s okay. He’s not dead.”
“Uh, it seems I stabbed quite deeply…?”
“I did indeed pierce close to the bone, but rest assured, I did it properly.”
Indeed, it’s more comfortable to subdue someone through medicine than with force.
“If he continues to resist, I’ll have to stab through organs that bones can’t protect, but see here.”
So Geun no longer resisted.
“This is how you force him to sleep.”
* * *
A little while later.
If I sincerely desire it, my body will manifest it.
Because it must be a sincere desire, we have to clearly confirm the wishes of the subject.
So.
“Is this enough?”
“It seems even shorter than that of the Shaolin monks, Physician Seok?”
I shaved So Geun’s head.
It was not just short; it wasn’t even the length that could be called short.
Using available tools to cut and cut his hair as much as possible, So Geun’s head was left looking like just black dots on the scalp.
“Hmm….”
“What’s wrong, lady?”
“Nothing, just. This man, I can see he’s certainly a master.”
Mo Yongseol fiddled with the sword at her waist, looking a bit disappointed.
“Are you perhaps wanting to spar?”
“I thought that by directly competing against a disciple of Yangma, one of the Ten Demons, I could gauge those who might target you in the future, Physician Seok.”
“That does seem appropriate, but regrettably, this man won’t do.”
“This man?”
“To be precise, these men.”
Men would surely focus their gaze in strange places while facing Mo Yongseol.
That’s something I cannot allow.
“Then what about the women?”
“Those are fine. After all, among the Jandong, the number of women would be greater.”
“Really?”
“Truly. There are more women.”
If there are 100 Jandong, about 95 of them would be women.
“Usually, there’s no distinction between men and women, or it’s more common for there to be more men, right?”
“Not so. But all those talented boys have died off.”
“Die… why?”
“You might find it a bit absurd.”
Truly.
“After drinking, Cheonma challenged some kids, barely 13 years old, to a duel just to check how strong they were.”
“……What?”
“The high-ranking master used all his strength to wield the Cheonma Technique against a 13-year-old boy who wasn’t even top-tier. After killing him, he shrugged and said, ‘Tch, can’t even handle this much’ before drinking again.”
“Uh….?”
“He’s quite out of his mind. The problem is that the only martial artist capable of restraining such a lunatic is the leader.”
“…….”
“Therefore, we need to find collaborators.”
The Extreme Yang Reversal has been completed.
This blood-red potion, which is practically made from my own blood, is the main ingredient.
“If we can make Dao Huang our ally, he will stall for time should any situation arise where you cannot directly confront Cheonma.”
*Drip.*
“Then, prepare it.”
After forcibly prying open So Geun’s mouth, I dripped the Extreme Yang liquid onto his lips.
Then I quickly retreated, and Mo Yongseol drew out the needle that was stuck in So Geun’s head.
She closed the coffin lid.
“Ugh, ugh….”
Very slowly, he regained consciousness inside the coffin.
“W-where is this…? Huh?!”
He probably screamed after seeing himself reflected in the mirror within the Nightshade Wine.
*Squelch.*
He definitely consumed the Extreme Yang liquid that had been stuck to his lips, and I immediately signaled to Mo Yongseol.
*Thud!*
The moment Mo Yongseol pushed against the coffin lid, I threw a needle straight ahead.
“What the—”
*Thwap!*
The needle lodged itself back into So Geun’s body, stopping him, and I observed his head.
With his hair suddenly gone, if he sincerely wished for it to come back—
“Uh, Physician Seok? My, my head…!”
“……!!”
His head.
There was no change.
“…….”
Instead, there was a change on the other side.
*Swelling, swelling.*
“Hah.”
Had I been too hasty?
Or was it that he originally lacked hair, thus not having enough desire, or did he dearly wish for something else at that moment more than his lost hair?
“The hair roots should be growing, but what’s sprouting instead is a… Ah.”
It seems So Geun had a particular yearning in his lower regions.