Myst, Might, Mayhem Chapter 124

< 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 Heaven and Earth Council.

“How about calling Hoeju… by 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 you’re a member of Hoeta’s name, you’ll be Hoeju…”

“no. 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?”

“There are six of them: Son Yun, the king of Myeongdo, Won Byeong-hak, the king of Violence, Amjongju, Choeumgokju Hang Yeo-ryang, Yeommadan’s great lord Bohyeokso, and Red Blood Dan’s great lord Daesoman.”

“What is the arrangement?”

“Except for Bohyukso, the great leader of the Enma Dan, we took them one by one.”

“Right. “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 the cadets under this association, but the captured hostages of the political faction jointly took the top positions.”

“top?”

“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.

“top? 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, I would rather 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 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 Lord 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 command of the head 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. “Yes.”

And then he quietly said something.

* * *

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 it came out of a closed building a few days ago.

I heard that there has been some success, but I can’t believe that progress has been made to the point where it is difficult for even oneself to notice.

It’s truly amazing.

“Confucius Zhang.”

When I turned my 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 because of the three of them. He boasts overwhelming talent when compared to people of the same age.

Jang Neung-ak, Hoeju’s second disciple, 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, the second disciple, Jang Neungak, 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.”

“Ahhh.”

In response to Vice Lord Mong Seo-cheon’s vague answer, Jang Neung-ak, the Lord’s second disciple, shook his head.

It was always like this.

Since he was the right-hand man of the Hoeju and had the second most influence after the Hoeju, I wanted to appease him somehow, but it was especially difficult to do so.

If you try to get even a little closer, they immediately keep their 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 Neungak raised the corners 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 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.

“That’s right.”

“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 person’s personality better than anyone else.

‘This isn’t good.’

When Jang Neungak becomes interested in something, the results are quite bad.

It didn’t matter 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, I’m telling you this just in case…”

“Ahhh. 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 worked out well. “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 sanctuary, Mok Gyeong-un noticed something different.

That’s right, dozens of hawks and pigeons were flying around one side of the building, and on the other side, people holding flags were running and handing over things like 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.

-Ohh.

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 was looking around, the leader of the clan said.

“how is it? Have you ever felt like learning 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 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.

Mok Gyeong-un did not have any particular sexual desires or thoughts about prospering his descendants, but that did not mean he had any desire to castrate.

Mok Gyeong-un politely put his hands together and gave a bow 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 if you don’t even learn 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 Kyung-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 practice 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.

Hearing his words, Mok Gyeong-un stroked his chin as if he was embarrassed.

Seeing this, the head of Amjong smiled and said, covering his mouth.

“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 hand.

-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 wounds on your opponent.

Lord Amjong said while showing off the sound energy of Guieumgong.

“To control the vag!na 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 the heck is that…”

-Gooooooooo!

That was before the words were even finished.

‘!?’

At that moment, Am Jong-ju’s entire body began to grow red 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.

“You really have a unique knack for surprising people.”

< Episode 36 Cancer (1) > End

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