< Episode 36 Cancer (1) >
A large room lit only by a single candle.
There was a bed in the room and bamboo feet were placed around it.
A shadow sitting on a bed reflected on bamboo feet.
Shadow took a sip of something that looked like a medicine bowl and placed it on the table next to the bed.
“Cluck cluck!”
Shadow coughed.
There was someone who was looking at this with a somewhat bitter gaze.
He was a man in his early forties with white hair and no beard.
This man with snake-like eyes was Vice President Mong Seo-cheon the second-in-command of the Cheonjihoe.
“Hoeju… How about calling on Hoeta’s name?”
Hoeta Myeong (懷他鳴醫).
He is said to be the greatest doctor of his time along with Haeyoung Yakseon whose whereabouts were unknown a long time ago.
Unlike Haeyoung Yakseon who was said to have reached the highest level in medicine he was well-versed in both external and internal studies and his medical skills were so excellent that he served as the imperial palace doctor in his youth.
“If it’s Hoeta’s name it’s Hoeju….”
“no. “It’s okay.”
A firm voice coming from bamboo feet.
Hearing this Mong Seocheon clicked his tongue inwardly.
How can they be so stubborn?
I was able to endure it thanks to my deep internal energy but if I couldn’t expel the energy from my body the patient’s condition would eventually worsen.
“Cluck cluck. Rather the results of the Sihyeolgok Gateway came out?”
“…That’s right.”
“Who are the observers?”
“The king of Myeongdo Son Yun the king of Byeokryeokwon Won Byeong-hak Amjongju Choeumgokju Hangryeoryang the great master of Yeommadan Bohyeokso the great master of the Jeokhyeoldan Daesoman alone are six.”
“What is the arrangement?”
“Except for Bohyukso the great leader of the Enma Dan we took them one by one.”
“I see. “Is there anything special?”
At that question Vice President Mong Seocheon let out a light breath and opened his mouth.
“Do you remember sending the Yeonmok Swordmaster’s two hostage children to Sihyeolgok?”
“Yeonmok Sword Chief? Ahhh. “It was like that.”
Mong Seo-cheon clicked his tongue inwardly at Hoe-ju’s reaction.
As expected it seems that sending those two to Sihyeolgok was an impromptu entertainment.
The Hoeju he experienced was that kind of man.
However it seemed like the moment had come to deal with the backlash caused by that impromptu entertainment.
“Two children who came as hostages….”
“Is he dead?”
“…no.”
“He’s not dead?”
“yes.”
“I guess they were more powerful than I thought. Cluck cluck. “If you do that how far have you passed?”
“We have passed the final hurdle.”
‘!?’
In response to that answer the shadow reflected on the bamboo feet stopped for a moment.
Were you surprised by the unexpected results?
Soon a voice was heard.
“The hostages have passed the final hurdle… something interesting has happened.”
“….”
Can we just dismiss this as something fun?
Not only others but those who were taken hostage by political factions passed the final gate of Sihyeolgok.
If this spreads there will be considerable controversy internally.
In some ways this was nothing short of a humiliating result for the Heaven and Earth Association.
“It’s not something to laugh about. “Not even the cadets under this association but the captured hostages of the political faction jointly took the top positions.”
“head?”
“yes. The two pastoral brothers are joint chief ministers.”
At Buhoeju’s words the bamboo-footed shadow threw its head back and burst into laughter.
“head? Hahahahaha. “Chief?”
It was quite different from the person who took it seriously after hearing the results.
They were having fun as if it was someone else’s business.
Then as if he had suffered internal injuries he coughed violently and his breathing became rough.
“Cluck cluck… Haa… Haa….”
As expected the internal injuries did not improve at all.
But you’re so stubborn.
I can’t even dream of that monster-like bastard dying but if he were to die suddenly like that a huge rift would occur internally.
Vice President clicked his tongue inwardly and then spoke.
“This is something that can lower morale within the association and cause problems. Now that things have come to this it would be better to have learned Wol’s swordsmanship…”
“no.”
-Chrrrrrr!
At that moment the entire bamboo foot shook and a sharp eye light was seen through it.
“Sigh.”
Vice Hoeju’s expression hardened when he met that eye light.
The momentum of the retreat was weighing down the entire room to the point where it was difficult to even breathe.
It was surprising that even after lying in a hospital bed for such a long time he still displayed this level of intimidation.
‘…Still alive.’
It was not for nothing that he was called one of the six heavens the pinnacle of martial arts.
Even if he was not at his peak there seemed to be no one in the castle who could deal with Hoeju.
Even himself.
-closely!
Vice President Zhou Mong Seocheon clenched his fists took a deep breath and calmed his trembling hands.
But then the momentum that had filled the room disappeared in an instant.
Then Hoeju soon opened his mouth.
“No. no. “We are still far from that.”
‘…What are you talking about?’
Vice President Mong Seocheon frowned slightly.
It was difficult to understand the meaning of what Hoeju was saying just now.
What is so far?
“Leave the hostages alone.”
“….”
Are you serious?
If it becomes known that they were sent to the Sihyeolgok and were allowed to become disciples of observers regardless of their origins there will be people who will question this.
Does that mean it doesn’t matter?
There could be no further disagreement.
“All right.”
In the Cheonjihoe the order of the leader was absolute.
“More than that did you find ‘it’?”
Hoeju changed the topic.
To his question Vice President Mong Seocheon shook his head and answered.
“Not yet. Do you…”
And he said something quietly.
* * *
It was a car that left Hoeju’s residence and was trying to escape the main building.
Someone called Vice President Mong Seocheon.
“Buhoeju.”
At this Mong Seocheon’s eyes narrowed.
Just by the voice he immediately knew who had called him.
But the problem was that this person was completely unaware of his location or presence even when he called him.
‘…Has progress been made again?’
I heard that he came out of the closed building a few days ago.
I’ve heard he’s made progress but he’s made progress to the point where it’s hard for even him to notice.
It’s truly amazing.
“Confucius Zhang.”
When he turned his head a young man who appeared to be in his late twenties with curly hair and a bright appearance was standing there with a frown on his face.
He was Jang Neungak the second disciple of Hoiju.
He was said to be one of the least talented of Hoiju’s three disciples but that was just a matter of the three of them and compared to his peers he boasts overwhelming talent.
Huizhou’s second disciple Jang Neung-ak spoke with his characteristic dimpled grumpy face.
“Are you still intent on finding ‘it’?”
At his question the vice president laughed silently.
This was because the conversation with Hoeju should not be revealed to anyone.
It was the same even if he was a disciple.
In response his second disciple Jang Neung Ak joked and said.
“I don’t know why you are so obsessed with religious things. I think it would be better to find a hoeta name at that time. “Isn’t that right?”
Mong Seocheon secretly agreed with those words.
But who can stop Hoeju’s stubbornness?
“You must have something in mind.”
“Ahhhh.”
Hoeju’s second disciple Jang Neung-ak shook his head in response to the vague answer of Vice President Mong Seocheon.
It was always like this.
Since he was Huaiju’s right-hand man and the second most influential person after Huaizu he wanted to appease him somehow but it was especially difficult to do so.
If you try to get even a little closer he immediately keeps his distance.
The good news was that no one had taken action yet.
‘But this is only for now.’
Soon you will be with yourself.
Jang Neung Ak raised the corner of his mouth and said.
“I got some interesting information but I don’t know if you know it.”
“Interesting information?”
“yes. “I heard that the person who passed the Sihyeolgok gate at the top was the hostage of the Yeonmok Swordmaster who was captured by King Myeongdo. Is this true?”
“….”
At that question Vice President Mong Seocheon sighed softly.
As expected rumors were already spreading.
The second disciple Jang Neungak must have had a significant number of supporters under his wing so of course he would have obtained this information quickly.
If I knew this much there was no need to hide it.
“Yes.”
“Kick.”
‘Kick?’
Jang Neungak suddenly bites his little fingernail and suppresses laughter.
Seeing him like that concern bloomed in Mong Seocheon’s eyes.
Because he had watched Hoiju’s disciples since childhood he knew each one’s personality better than anyone else.
‘This isn’t good.’
When Jang Neungak becomes interested in something the results are quite bad.
He didn’t mind if it was something that couldn’t be touched in the first place but the moment he thought it didn’t matter if he touched it he became full of malice.
“Confucius just in case…”
“Ahh. Vice owner. “Are you afraid that I might try to say that they are from a political faction?”
“…Rather than that….”
“I’m just interested in the fact that there are so many evil and talented people in political factions.”
“…Now it will be the strength of this conference not political factions.”
“It just so happened. “I hope that strength can help me too.”
His words made Vice President very concerned.
If there was something he wanted he was the one who would achieve it in any way possible.
* * *
The southeastern outskirts of Cheonjihoe’s inner quarters.
The main building of Amjong (暗宗) was located there.
As he entered the cancer chamber Mok Gyeong-un’s eyes caught a strange look.
That’s right on one side of the building dozens of hawks and pigeons were flying and on the other side people holding flags were running and handing over scrolls which others quickly saw and burned.
-You’re working properly.
The young man’s voice rang in my head.
-What are you doing?
-I guess they are managing the records as they are seen and burning the documents that came to the secrets to maintain confidentiality.
-Oh my.
It was indeed an organization that handled information and confidentiality.
As he was doing so the leader of the cancer race did not stop and headed somewhere.
It was not a place where war and confidential documents were exchanged but a place where weapons and training grounds were located.
-Kkiik!
The door opened and what was revealed was an indoor training hall.
The thick walls made it seem like the soundproofing would be quite good.
When the head of the cancer clan made a gesture the warriors who followed bowed their heads and said hello before closing the door and leaving.
So only the two of them remained in the indoor training hall.
Why did he bring him here?
But then Amjongju said.
“Oh ho ho. “This is my personal training center.”
A space completely cut off from the outside without a single window.
It was as if it had been designed so that no one could interfere or observe.
As I looked around the head of Amjong said.
“how is it? Have you ever wanted to learn my German martial arts skills?”
“….”
Mok Kyung-un frowned at his words.
Even if it wasn’t it was a cancer leader who said to think about it until you get to cancer.
Amjongju’s German martial arts skills.
Naturally he could be said to be a super-elevated martial artist as befits the martial arts skills that made him an official.
However the problem was that in order to learn it it had to be castrated.
-Cluck cluck. At this point how about just cutting it off?
Cheongnyeong was laughing wondering what was so funny.
Castration literally means removing the genital testicles which are the center of a man’s yang energy.
Although Mok Gyeong-un had no particular desire for sex or the desire to prosper his descendants that did not mean he had any desire to castrate.
Mok Gyeong-un politely put his hands together and made a bow gesture and said.
“I’m sorry but that seems difficult.”
“Do you think it will be difficult?”
“yes.”
“If you do that you will not be my official disciple but rather a subordinate of mine. You can take that into account right?”
“You’re saying I can’t become an official disciple?”
“Isn’t it obvious? “How can you call yourself a disciple without learning the martial arts of our school?”
“….”
It did make sense.
However it is a different story when you become a subordinate rather than a disciple of the master of cancer.
The authority itself becomes less and you are in a position to simply follow orders.
Mok Gyeong-un said this.
“Do you have to be castrated to learn German martial arts?”
“yes. of course. “If you don’t learn the ghost spirit technique you won’t be able to use the flying ghost sword technique or the ghost technique and then you won’t be able to use herbivorous skills.”
Amjongju’s martial arts skills are based on strong yin energy.
If you do not master the fortune-telling technique of Gui-eum-gong you will not be able to demonstrate the true power of Cho-sik.
Mok Gyeong-un stroked his chin as if he was embarrassed by his words.
Seeing this Lord Amjong covered his mouth and said with a smile.
“Oh hohoho. I do not force you to castrate. However if you want to become my official disciple it is a process you must go through.”
“Do you have to have Yin Qi to learn martial arts?”
“yes. “If he was a martial artist who could also use Yang Qi there would be no need for our monks to castrate him for generations.”
I didn’t castrate him because I wanted him to be the head of cancer.
It was just a natural step toward learning the martial arts of a monk.
However because there was much to lose for this he gave the choice to anyone who would become his disciple.
Of course until now no one was willing to castrate.
He was the head of the cancer cultivator who had thought from the beginning that he would not be able to do so voluntarily.
Mok Gyeong-un asked then.
“Isn’t yin energy the opposite of yang energy?”
“You can say that. By nature men have a strong yang energy and women have a strong yin energy. “It can be said that Guieumgong was created to overcome this.”
-Sigh!
Amjongju held out his hand.
Then a dark cold energy rose from his hands.
-Sssshhhh!
His charm was different from that of ordinary warriors.
When you master Guiyin Gong the wound area becomes cold and hardened allowing you to inflict fatal injuries on your opponent.
Master Amjong said while showing off the sound energy of Guieumgong.
“To control the vagina in a man’s body unfortunately there is no other way than castration. “Otherwise you may collide with the yang energy generated in your body and suffer burnout damage.”
“okay.”
“There is no pressure so you don’t have to feel pressured. “There is too much to lose in order to have this kind of beauty….”
“Do you mind if it’s a little more naughty?”
“It’s more sinister? “What is that…”
-Gooooooooo!
That was before the words were even finished.
‘!?’
At that moment Amjongju felt goosebumps all over his body and a shiver ran down his spine.
Energy suddenly bursts out from Mok Gyeong-un.
This was not only ominous but a terrible death energy that could only be felt from dead bodies was radiating out.
“This… you have a unique knack for surprising people.”
< Episode 36 Cancer (1) > end
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