The Second Eunuch Regains His Manhood

200th Chapter: Mom, Dad, Uncle Like

“Th-that’s…”

Heuksaryong shrank back as he met the gaze of Sahyeong.

“After losing in the Orthodox Faction Competition, you decided to leave Gansu Province permanently, and now you want to depend on our sect’s retainers? What a lack of shame. Wi Soryeon.”

Sahyeong pressed Heuksaryong with an astonishingly cold voice.

It was a voice completely different from the warm tone used when speaking to Nana or Same, icy to the core.

“Yujinhwi’s words are correct.”

Heuksaryong’s shoulders drooped in response to Sahyeong’s words.

She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. Her hand trembled.

“…I was too shameless. I shouldn’t have said such things after losing back then…”

Tears fell from Heuksaryong’s eyes.

Seeing her cry startled me. Why is she suddenly like this? Logically, I understood. Heuksaryong should never step foot into the Gongdong Sect again.

But emotionally, for some reason, Heuksaryong looked pitiful. After all, the honey was already all sucked out by the Orthodox Faction Competition, and it seemed like Heuksaryong was reflecting on her actions.

Wouldn’t it be okay to allow her until the restriction of Sosumahu was completely lifted?

Moreover, she was a beautiful girl.

At that moment, my heart began to tilt in one direction.

“If you understood, don’t bring that up again…”

Just as Sahyeong was about to firmly tell Heuksaryong.

“Uncle! You can’t fight with Mom!”

Sosumahu grabbed Sahyeong’s sleeve and spoke. Everyone present was surprised by her unexpected intervention.

Wait, why is Sosumahu here?

“F-fight?!”

Yujinhwi was astonished at Sosumahu’s intervention. Sosumahu rushed into Yujinhwi’s arms and said.

“You can’t, Uncle. Family should get along. Jiyagi likes it when Dad, Mom, and Uncle all live harmoniously together!”

Sosumahu laughed brightly.

Is this really the charm of a 108-year-old human child?

Sahyeong was flustered by Sosumahu’s bright smile.

“Uncle. You’ll make up with Mom, right?”

Sosumahu tugged at Sahyeong’s collar, asking.

“Th-that…”

Sahyeong was thrown off guard.

By now, Sahyeong should know Sosumahu’s true identity. But it was clear that she had nothing to say in the face of Sosumahu’s regressed appearance.

“…Will you make up? Jiyagi will be sad if Uncle hates Mom. Maybe she’ll cry.”

Sosumahu burrowed into Sahyeong with a sulky expression. Sahyeong’s cheek twitched. Her face turned red. Sahyeong stroked Sosumahu’s gray hair and said.

“Uh, yeah. I got it…”

“Really? Really? Jiyagi is excited!”

At Sahyeong’s dazed response, Sosumahu bounced back from Sahyeong’s embrace and began jumping up and down.

Sosumahu grabbed Sahyeong’s right hand and Heuksaryong’s right hand, pulling them together and said.

“Then Uncle and Mom will make up. We all live together at Dad’s house!”

Sosumahu beamed.

The gazes of Heuksaryong and Sahyeong met in the air.

An extremely awkward moment.

“…Heuksaryong. If you want to stay in Gansu Province, you must strictly obey the rules of our sect during your stay.”

Sahyeong suggested a negotiation, taking a step back while looking at Heuksaryong.

Honestly, Sahyeong must be aware.

It had to be kept confidential for the time being, but Gongdong Sect, with one Hwakyung and one Hyun-gyeong, wielded overwhelming power.

They were no longer susceptible to the schemes of Heukryongbang. It was a position where demanding such conditions from Heuksaryong was fair.

“Of course, that’s my intention. Yujinhwi.”

Heuksaryong nodded her head in response to Yujinhwi’s words.

“Then, I won’t care whether you stay or leave.”

“Mom! Uncle! Did you make up?”

The moment Sahyeong’s words finished, Sosumahu looked back and forth at Sahyeong and Heuksaryong with an innocent smile.

“Uh, yeah. We made up.”

It was Heuksaryong who responded to Sosumahu’s question. Wi Soryeon ruffled Sosumahu’s hair.

“Really? Then Uncle will live together with Dad and Mom and Jiyagi?”

Sosumahu looked at Sahyeong with sparkling eyes.

Sahyeong flinched but reluctantly nodded.

“Uh, yeah. Right?”

“Wow! Uncle is the best!”

Sosumahu leaped back into Sahyeong’s embrace.

Sahyeong smiled awkwardly and patted her head.

[Disciple. Is it alright? If Heuksaryong stays? I originally didn’t intend to allow it, but… because of Jiyagi…]

Sahyeong’s voice echoed in my mind soon after.

It’s been a while since I’ve seen Sahyeong so flustered. Lately, she seemed overly cold to anyone who wasn’t a member of the Gongdong Sect.

The inexplicable sense of discomfort I felt towards Sahyeong slightly dissipated.

Yeah.

This is the kind-hearted, easygoing Sahyeong we know.

As I thought that, I nodded my head with a smile.

[It’s fine with me.]

[Ah, got it.]

Sahyeong smiled. Her hand carefully stroked Sosumahu’s hair.

Seeing Sahyeong’s happy smile made me feel happy too.

“Dad! Jiyagi wants to live with Dad, Mom, and Uncle forever!”

After that, Sosumahu lightly slipped out of Sahyeong’s arms and ran up to me. I patted Sosumahu’s back while sighing inwardly.

It’s nice that Sahyeong is back to normal.

But thinking about it, isn’t this a responsibility without pleasure?

I’m still in my blooming youth, and now I have a daughter? A daughter who’s been around for 108 years at that?

It’s ridiculous.

*

After regaining my senses, some noisy moments passed, and after taking medicine to recover my body.

Finally, the day arrived.

So Cheonma Baek Cheon-hwa.

It was the day when she and I would fight for the title of Post-First-Rate.

On that day.

After the Blood Sect’s invasion, the Demon Sect Headquarters was repairing the burnt royal chambers and buildings here and there.

The Martial Arts Arena was set up in the largest square of the Demon Sect Headquarters.

Post-First-Rate.

In other words, it was a martial arts contest to determine the world’s number one in the Post-Stimulation Indicator. It was a grand event judging the transcendent talents that support the future of the Martial World, contesting the Post-Stimulation Indicator of the Lord of the Right.

Given the previous chaos, this was the best event to revitalize the atmosphere of the Demon Sect, which had sunk due to the prior turmoil.

Clang!

I stepped into the Martial Arts Arena.

The audience section was filled with numerous Demon Sect members gathered like clouds. Ranging from commoners who hadn’t practiced martial arts to low-tier martial artists.

The crowd of Demon Sect members packed the stands.

“Disciple! Hang in there!”

Sahyeong was sitting in the spectator area on our side.

She smiled brightly at me.

“Dad, do your best!”

“O, older brother, do your best!”

After Sahyeong, Wi Soryeon and Sosumahu sent me their encouragement.

I nodded and responded to their greetings, then stepped up onto the Martial Arts Arena.

Across from me stood So Cheonma Baek Cheon-hwa, already in place.

At that moment when a brief exchange of glances occurred between us.

“Cheonma’s descent! All blessings to the ten-thousand beasts! New Religion for the world! Long live! Long live! Long live!”

“Greetings to the Cheonma!!”

With voices loud enough to deafen and an overwhelming presence, the Martial Arts Arena was overshadowed.

All people from the Demon Sect in the audience, except for our group, performed a full-body bow at that moment.

So Cheonma was no exception. She too bowed down to the ground.

Cheonma’s feet gently landed in the most honored seat of the Martial Arts Arena. She settled into the high position.

When Cheonma sat down, all the Demon Sect members stood up.

It was reminiscent of how an army would salute when a division commander appeared.

There was no Jeoksawol in sight. Well, she was unofficially visiting the Demon Sect, so she wouldn’t show up at this public event.

The surroundings fell silent as a graveyard. Everyone’s gaze was focused on Cheonma.

Cheonma spoke.

“I shall now commence the martial arts competition to determine the Post-First-Rate. The winner shall receive a special prize that I will personally award alongside the title of Post-First-Rate Master.”

Dooong!

As soon as Cheonma’s words finished, a heavy bell echoed.

It was the starting signal for the martial arts contest. As soon as the signal dropped, So Cheonma kicked off the floor and leaped up.

“Goeryong! You must give it your all!”

So Cheonma’s face hardened. It seemed she was still mindful of what I had said before. The demonic energy erupted around So Cheonma’s body.

It was the Heavenly Demonic Destruction Technique. It appeared deeper and more refined than before. She wasn’t at Sahyeong’s level, but So Cheonma was also a genius poised to break through the Stage of Transcendence in the future.

Rolling around in the Demon Realm, which is an incredibly favorable environment, her martial arts must have been upgraded a level.

Of course, that was still only peak perfection.

Whooosh!

Black demonic energy blossomed from So Cheonma’s sword, stretching like threads. It was a sword symbolizing peak perfection. So Cheonma, originally gifted, found the Heavenly Demonic Destruction Technique to be a perfect fit for her.

Like wings on a tiger’s back.

Raging demonic energy swirled around.

I smiled.

Swish!

The sword was drawn. The steel sword reflected the sunlight.

“This time, I can’t win without tearing your clothes!”

So Cheonma glanced at me, glaring with a solemn tone as she shouted. Her eyes shone fiercely.

“Waaaaaaaah!”

“So Cheonma, win!”

“Goeryong! Tear So Cheonma’s clothes apart!”

“Goeryong! Win!!”

With So Cheonma’s declaration, the cheering voices of the audience rang out. Tear them apart.

Is there truly no normal person in the Demon Sect?

Well, there couldn’t be, could there? The Demon Sect is not a gathering of normal people; it’s a fellowship of abnormal folks, isn’t it?

You wouldn’t step into the demonic path without going insane. At that moment, I missed the Orthodox Faction, a gathering of reasonable and rational people.

As I thought that, I used my thoughts to accelerate my brain. In an instant, the surrounding scenery slowed down indefinitely.

The solemn face of So Cheonma, her movements, and sword path played out before my eyes in detail.

It was clear that So Cheonma was stronger than during the Heavenly Horse Banquet, but I was several times stronger now than I was back then.

I held up my sword. The blossoming black sword energy enveloped my thoughts. The black sword technique wrapped around the blade. I aimed at So Cheonma and unleashed the black sword technique.

Flash!

The sword burst forth in a flicker. BANG! A loud explosion rang out.

The moment So Cheonma’s sword, laced with her demonic energy, collided with my sword technique, cracks appeared in her blade, quickly shattering it into pieces.

“Ugh?!”

Caught off guard by her shattered sword, I kicked So Cheonma’s abdomen with internal energy.

A gap had opened.

“Gurk!?”

So Cheonma’s body soared into the air before falling out of the arena.

Crash!
The wooden floor set up outside the arena broke apart, and dust rose high.

Just like at the Heavenly Horse Banquet, it was a single strike victory.

A natural outcome.

“Ugh…”

As she fussed with her disheveled hair, Baek Cheon-hwa stood up.

Her face was stained red with shame.

Of course, her clothes remained intact and fine.

It was truly my flawless victory.

Hehehehe…

Just as I was internally reveling in the triumph of a grown man.

“Eh? Tsk tsk. Oh, older brother, you truly can’t help being an Orthodox Faction member. Not tearing So Cheonma’s clothes; that’s disappointing.”

A familiar voice rang in my ears.

Saekma.

Saekma clucked her tongue while looking at me.

Wait, what’s this lady up to?

“Saekma’s words are right! As a martial artist, you didn’t give it your all, and you didn’t tear her clothes! This is nothing short of a mockery against So Cheonma!”

“I was expecting something from you, Goeryong, but I’m disappointed.”

“Goeryong is still nothing but a hypocrite from the Orthodox Faction, huh… Not tearing So Cheonma’s clothes…”

“The men of the Orthodox Sect… They have no flair…!”

With the start of Saekma’s words, boos erupted from the audience.

I listened to them, feeling utterly shocked.

No way.

This is absurd.

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