< Episode 36 Cancer (3) >
The name of the young man with a sharp impression was Hwan Yun-myeong.
Abandoned by his parents when he was young he lived in a slum on the outskirts of Cheonjihoe. He was accidentally taken in by Amjongju at the age of 10.
[Oh hoho. It’s pretty good. You are the first kid who tried to pickpocket me.]
The king of Amjong who liked his courageous spirit took him in and personally taught him writing and martial arts.
Although the opportunity was just a coincidence Hwan Yun-myeong was more talented than expected.
That’s why the head of the cancer clan defeated him.
However Hwan Yun-myeong could not become an official disciple.
The reason is
[Are you there?]
[okay. Only through castration can one learn the Guium technique of the text.]
[…Is it necessary to do this?]
Young Hwan Yun-myeong who did not want to practice martial arts even to the point of cutting off his genitals showed strong resistance.
Accordingly the head of the female clan did not force castration.
However since he could not become a formal disciple from then on he was referred to as a semi-disciple.
Although he was not castrated and therefore could not become his official disciple Master Amjong treated him just as well and taught him.
So there were no major complaints.
However when Hwan Yun-myeong was sixteen he came to regret his choice.
The reason was that although he did not know it when he was young he knew that if he did not become a formal disciple he would not be able to become the successor of Amjongju and he would not be able to learn his proper martial arts skills.
[Please warn me in advance. There is a lot to lose when castration occurs. For example he will no longer be a real man and will not be able to create his family.]
Hwan Yun-myeong who was an orphan had an affair since he was young.
Perhaps because he did not know his parents and was abandoned he wanted to have a family of his own blood.
That’s why he didn’t choose castration.
However after learning that he could not become the successor to Amjongju he came to regret his choice when he was young.
‘Damn it!’
He’d rather be castrated when he’s not sexually aroused.
If so he would have become the successor to Amjongju.
But it’s already too late.
It was difficult for him to throw away all the internal skills he had built up until now and learn the guieum skills after being castrated and he had already awakened to his sexual desires.
Because of his origins he grew up wandering the back streets so he wandered around brothels and red-light districts from the young age of 14.
‘no. ‘I can’t do it.’
Maybe that’s why he couldn’t castrate anymore.
He had more to gain than he had to lose by castration but he couldn’t bring himself to do it.
Even though it was such a simple idea he failed to do it.
Due to these concerns he wandered for a while and during those few years two young priests came to him.
Myeong Tak and Yong Soo.
They too were orphans.
When I met them I knew right away that they were just as talented as me.
However to Hwan Yun-myeong they were not lovable priests at all.
‘…I don’t know when these guys will attack me.’
Rather they were competitors.
If they castrated him and became an official disciple of the female sect master he might not even be treated properly anymore.
No it was a fait accompli.
‘no. ‘You can’t do that.’
Hwan Yun-myeong whose thoughts had reached this point had many worries.
And after much deliberation he came up with a number.
He treated his priests better than anyone else and cared even more for them than even his teacher Amjongju.
The priests also responded to this favor by denouncing him.
Hwan Yun-myeong who thus won their favor opened their eyes to sexual desire and fear of castration at an early age in a place where their teacher Amjongju could not reach.
His efforts soon blossomed.
Given the opportunity to choose
[Castration… I can’t do it.]
[I can’t do it either.]
The priests even gave up on castration with tears in their eyes.
Because they were given a choice rather than force in the first place the head of the Amjong respected their choice.
[If that is your choice there is no choice.]
With these words he looked at Huan Yunming with somewhat bitter eyes.
What on earth are those eyes?
Could it be that he knew that he had tricked them?
As soon as he made eye contact with the female leader Hwan Yun-myeong became extremely afraid that he might have noticed his moves.
He said ‘I’m going to be abandoned. You will be abandoned. You will be abandoned.’
However contrary to these terrible concerns the attitude of Amjongju did not change.
He still treated him like a disciple.
He even asked him as his brother-in-law to take good care of the priests.
‘iced coffee. ‘It was a needless concern.’
It was fortunate.
However this made Hwan Yunmyeong think of something he had never thought of before.
‘What if no one castrates?’
So what happens?
He said that at first he simply regretted not having been castrated.
But when I thought about it differently the answer lay somewhere else.
If Lord Amjong did not force castration on the disciples who accepted until the end it seemed like he could make everyone reject it like the two priests.
‘If that happens…’
Maybe he will get a chance too?
Amjongju whom I had watched for a long time was not a person who would go back on his own words.
Then he didn’t know if it was possible.
If he didn’t have a formal disciple until the end he could become the next master of cancer.
As he became more ambitious Hwan Yun-myeong gained new motivation.
I worked harder than before and excelled in martial arts.
And a few years later
[Are you attending the closing ceremony of Sihyeolgok?]
[okay. It just so happened that I had to go to Sihyeolgok and I heard there was a good girl there so I’d like to see it.]
[Girl… Are you talking?]
What does this mean?
Are they really going to give up castration and accept girls with genitalia as disciples from the beginning?
Hwan Yun-myeong felt uneasy for the first time in a long time after hearing these words from Am Jong-ju.
He had not accepted a disciple for a long time and was confident that he would be his successor.
So he waited with an anxious mind.
and
“Has Master returned?”
“ah. Archduke. “The sect arrived a little while ago.”
“I see. By any chance… did he come with the girl from that mock-up room?”
“Mohwa’s room? “That doesn’t seem to be the case.”
“No?”
“yes. “I think they brought a male cadet.”
At those words Hwan Yun-myeong’s anxiety seemed to have disappeared.
If a girl from a certain art studio came in he thought his position might be shaken so he was very anxious but it seemed like things worked out well.
however
“But there seems to be a bit of a problem.”
“Is this a problem?”
“It seems that the cadet brought here is a hostage to the political faction.”
Are you a hostage to political factions?
What does this mean again?
Sihyeolgok is a testing place that only talented people under Cheonjihoe can enter.
How could a political faction’s hostage enter a place like that?
Cho Yeom-hoon the head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs told the puzzled man.
“Only the Grand Duke knows. From what I heard it seems that Lord Hoe personally sent two hostages taken from the political faction to Sihyeolgok.”
“Hoeju?”
If that was the case it would have been difficult for anyone to file a complaint directly.
But how could the Lord of Hoe send a hostage of a political faction to such a place?
No this didn’t matter.
Why did Master bring such a problem?
Do you like it enough to take that much of a risk?
‘Right faction….’
Among the people of the Cheonjihoe there was no one who liked the political factions.
No everyone hates it just by hearing it.
Hwan Yun-myeong was the same way.
‘This is not it.’
I felt like I should tell my teacher and tell him that I should reconsider accepting a hostage of a political faction as a disciple.
No matter how much I thought about it the risk was too great.
So he asked the internal affairs officer and learned that the leader of the Am clan and the hostage of the newly accepted political faction had gone to the indoor training room exclusively for the clan.
He did so and headed there.
But when he got to the front he saw that the priests had arrived before him.
“That’s ridiculous!”
“How can that be?”
However they were getting angry at the warriors guarding the front of the indoor training room.
What on earth are you doing this for?
As he approached this
“Great ambassador! “It’s a big deal.”
“Is it a big deal?”
Yongsu the youngest priest with a prominent chin answered that question with a puzzled expression.
“Master accepted the guy he brought from Sihyeolgok as his official disciple.”
‘!?’
At those words Hwan Yunmyeong’s expression hardened.
What does this mean?
Are you an official disciple? no way?
“You said he was going to castrate you?”
In response to Hwan Yun-myeong’s question second priest Myeong Tak shook his head and expressed his anger.
“That’s not it. “He said he doesn’t castrate but because he has a natural vagina he said he would accept me as his official disciple.”
“Is the vagina a natural constitution?”
At those words a sigh flowed from Hwan Yunmyeong’s mouth.
What on earth is this?
He was relieved to hear that he had not brought a girl.
Moreover since he was said to be a pawn of the political faction he was about to tell his master and ask him to send him away.
But he accepted such a troublesome person as his official disciple?
‘How…’
But this wasn’t the end.
The news that shocked him even more than this was
“How can Master do this? He was not castrated and it is said that what he received as a formal disciple was not enough and he also gifted him a sword which is the sword that the great brother risked his life to save.”
-Wow!
The moment he heard those words Hwan Yunmyeong’s face distorted like a demon.
Normally he would keep his temper in front of priests but he simply could not stand it.
Hwan Yun-myeong went into the training room exclusively for Amjongju despite the warriors’ dissuasion.
-bang!
A handsome boy was standing in the middle of the place reading a scroll.
He appears to be around the same age as his priests.
However neither his age nor his outstanding appearance caught my eye.
Rather my eyes went straight to the evil sword worn on the waist of a boy or rather a partisan pawn named Mok Gyeong-un.
-Pud!
It was true.
I was hoping it was a lie but I really gave that guy an evil sword.
He believed that since he had risked his life to save it if only the yogi (妖氣) could be controlled he would naturally bestow it upon himself as a great disciple.
A pawn of a damn political faction takes away his position and even his sword?
That was his.
‘I’ll kill you.’
Even if it means killing that guy you have to get everything that belongs to you back…
“You are such an interesting person. “If you kill me you can get what’s yours back…”
‘!?’
what?
Hwan Yun-myeong could not hide his embarrassment at the voice ringing in his ears.
Although he was angry he did not reveal his true feelings in front of his priests.
But how did he read his own thoughts?
I’m wondering
‘uh?’
Hwan Yunming’s eyes wavered.
Before he knew it his youngest priest Yongsu was suffering while holding his broken arm and his second priest Myeongtak was looking at him in bewilderment.
How on earth did this happen?
‘Why?’
Why is Myeong Tak looking at him with eyes like that?
In that moment of puzzlement forgotten memories quickly passed by in my mind.
-Sssshhhh!
[I just can’t stand it. I will take away the executioners right away!]
Yongsu the youngest priest cannot control his anger and runs towards the hostage of the political faction.
He was the weakest among them but contrary to expectations that he would compete to some extent he was quickly overpowered and his neck was grabbed.
[You risk your life at first sight.]
[Kek…Kek….]
[Of course you were prepared right?]
[what?]
-Wood clack!
The guy broke Yongsu’s right arm without even blinking.
[Woo Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
‘How can this be?’
Looking at that Hwan Yun-myeong decided that this guy was not an ordinary person.
Even he couldn’t subdue Yongsu who was at the beginning of the climax in just a few tens of days.
He became cautious and was wondering what to do about it.
[I haven’t been able to take my eyes off this sword since a while ago. Do you want this?]
[What are you saying now….]
[If you can have it have it.]
‘!?’
-Poof!
With those words Mok Gyeong-un pulled out the evil sword he was wearing and threw it.
‘Who is this guy?’
-widely!
I suddenly grabbed the sword soldier like I was snatching a tooth but I don’t remember anything from that moment.
Huan Yunming stumbled and muttered holding his forehead with his left hand.
“What on earth have I done?”
Mok Gyeong-un approached him and said.
“He spoke of his desires in detail with his own mouth.”
“What did I… say?”
“You said that if none of the priests coming in were castrated there would be no formal disciples so you would be the successor? “What a cute idea.”
‘!!!!!!!!!!’
Hearing Mo Qingyun’s words Hwan Yunmyeong’s eyes widened as if torn.
You said it with your own mouth?
To say it was a lie he was concerned about the way Second Priest Myeong Tak looked at him.
That said
-Tutuk!
“Tsk!”
At that moment Huan Yunming looked at his right hand in sudden pain.
The veins on the back of the hand holding his sword were bulging and bursting and black blood was flowing down.
Then it started to spread all over his arm.
Embarrassed Hwan Yun-myeong hurriedly tried to let go of the evil sword.
however
“Ahhhh!”
It was as if the handle of the sword was connected to the palm and could not be separated.
In fact it was even more painful.
“What the hell is this….”
Hwan Yun-myeong exerted force with his opposite hand and tried to somehow remove his sword.
But the more he did it the more intense his pain became and he could not bear it.
“Off.”
Mok Gyeong-un came up to him and said.
“Would you like me to remove the sword?”
Unable to bear the pain at those words Hwan Yunmyeong nodded his head.
Then Mok Gyeong-un said something unexpected.
“He clearly asked me to take it off with his own mouth.”
“what?”
Why are you talking like this?
At that moment Huan Yunming’s eyes saw Mo Qingyun’s smile filled with malice.
‘no way?’
He was embarrassed and said something hastily.
“Now wait a minute….”
-Wow!
That was before the words were even finished.
A sharp spirit passed by Huan Yunming’s right wrist where he was holding the sword.
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