The Second Eunuch Regains His Manhood

220th Chapter: Who is the Mistress of Gongdong Sect? – Illustration

Hangshan Sect.

After finishing today’s duties and practices, Geumhu was writing in her diary at her quarters.

Even after So Geom-hu’s diary was discovered, Geumhu did not stop writing.

The diary, which she started after confessing to Sangong during the Orthodox Faction Competition, had now taken on a considerable volume, thanks to the four years that had passed since then.

It was enough to fill a large chest entirely.

As she lit a lamp and wrote delicately, Geumhu’s cheeks turned red.

‘Sangong, I miss you so much today.’

Her face flushed. Her heart raced.

Two years ago.

The meeting at Gongdong Sect was Geumhu’s last encounter with Sangong.

Geumhu’s official title was the leader of the Hangshan Sect of the Nine Major Factions.

Though she kept her elevation to the Heavenly Realm a secret from the outside world, excluding the Heavenly Alliance, her workload did not lessen.

The responsibilities that came with being the leader of the Nine Major Factions were heavy. Therefore, she couldn’t casually visit Gongdong Sect.

Even her previous trip to Gongdong Sect had been a forcibly taken opportunity.

‘Sangong, my Sangong. You’re already nineteen. Hehe. There’s only a year left until the promised day. I’m counting the days until I can marry Eun-gong.’

Thinking of Sangong, Geumhu’s face turned as red as her neck.

This year, Sangong was already nineteen.

There was only a year left until adulthood, the time of the promise.

‘I am Sangong’s official concubine and a virtuous lady, so I trust and wait for Sangong.’

Swish, swish.

While Geumhu continued to write her diary, she secretly squealed with delight.

This year, she was fifty-one.

She had already passed the age of knowing fate. But unlike before, Geumhu was not anxious. She unconditionally believed that Sangong would love her, regardless of age.

She would wait for Sangong forever. As his virtuous lady.

Moreover, Sangong would soon reach adulthood.

The long wait was finally starting to show its end.

In the year of adulthood, Sangong had pledged to challenge her.

Of course, it was impossible for Sangong to reach the supreme realm, but that did not concern Geumhu.

Publicly, her achievement was that of the Stage of Transcendence. Only a very few, including members of the Heavenly Alliance, knew she was at the Heavenly Realm.

And Sangong’s realm was also the Stage of Transcendence. Thus, it would be easy to orchestrate a battle where she would lose.

The reason she concealed her realm was for the good justification of the Blood Sect’s caution but, in reality, to make the marital martial arts competition more favorable to her.

‘After all, Sangong doesn’t even need this cumbersome martial arts contest; he is already my husband.’

Intentional defeat.

But Geumhu didn’t give it much thought. It was all the more necessary.

Even without the contest, Sangong was already hers. She no longer needed another man.

Thus, the martial arts contest was merely a formal procedure. A procedure to cover up her slip of the tongue from over thirty years ago.

In truth, if Sangong were to propose marriage right now, she would be more than willing to cancel the contest.

If Sangong wanted to embrace her in bed right now, she would gladly offer herself.

But Sangong did not do so.

‘Ah, Sangong. How could you be so kind? You even consider my reputation.’

That was because he cared about her reputation.

If he announced their marriage right away and canceled the martial arts contest, it would be akin to retracting his words, and her reputation, as well as that of Hangshan Sect, would fall to the ground in the Martial World.

The world’s common people might even label her a madwoman smitten with a young lad.

However, Geumhu didn’t mind such gazes. What mattered most to her was Sangong. For the sake of her love for him, she was willing to do anything he desired.

But Sangong worried about her reputation as well and insisted on going through the troublesome martial arts contest. That was what Geumhu believed.

‘I’ve fallen for Sangong again.’

He was the one who cared even for her reputation.

How could a woman not fall for him?

Geumhu’s heart for Sangong continued to grow like a weed. Enough to fill the four seas.

‘Hehe. Now that Sangong is a disciple of the leader… he will surely soon be the leader of Gongdong Sect, right?’

Besides, Sangong was now a disciple of the leader.

Soon reaching adulthood, if he were to marry her, he would rise to the leader of Gongdong Sect.

Then she too would become the mistress of Gongdong Sect.

It felt as if the vision of that day was vividly clear in front of Geumhu’s eyes.

The rebuilt Gongdong Sect, and the day she would stand there as the mistress alongside Sangong before many disciples.

The day she would have children resembling Sangong, sending her son to Gongdong Sect and her daughter to Hangshan Sect.

It unfolded in her mind.

And at night, she always envisioned sharing love in the same bed as Sangong.

At that moment, while she was lost in thoughts of Sangong, her cheeks still flushed.

“Master!”

She heard the voice of her disciple, So Geom-hu Cheon Sobin, in her ear.

Geumhu turned her head. In fact, she had sensed Sobin approaching with her intuition.

However, now that Sobin knew she was writing in her diary, there was no need to hide it.

After finishing the remaining lines in her diary, she put it away in the chest.

Thud.

With that, the door opened.

“Master! I’m here!”

“What’s the matter at this hour, Sobin?”

“I’m sorry. But it’s an urgent message…”

“What’s the message?”

“Here it is, Master.”

So Geom-hu handed over a letter.

As Geumhu received the letter, her eyes widened.

On the envelope was written “Leader of Gongdong Sect”.

‘Gongdong Sect!?’

They sent an official letter from Gongdong Sect.

Just that fact made Geumhu’s face flush and her heart race.

Calmly, Geumhu opened the envelope and read the letter.

It contained a request written in Jeonyeong’s handwriting, politely asking for her to accompany Lee Cheol-soo on the upcoming trip to Mosan Sect.

Geumhu’s silver eyes trembled. Her face turned red.

“Squee!”

Geumhu squealed, pulling So Geom-hu into a hug. She said,

A few years ago, she had to forcefully suppress her emotions.

Perhaps if she continued that way, her heart would have festered and become sick.

But now, she could share her feelings so openly with her disciple.

Geumhu found joy in this. Contrary to her usual cold expression, she gently ruffled Sobin’s hair and said,

“Sobin, hmm-hmm. It seems like I have to drop by Gongdong Sect.”

“Then I want to go too!”

Gongdong Sect.

Upon hearing this, So Geom-hu’s eyes sparkled as she looked up from Geumhu’s embrace.

Geumhu smiled slightly, stroking her head, appearing a bit disappointed.

“Unfortunately, I don’t think you can come. Sobin, you stay here to protect our faction. This journey leads into the traps of the Blood Sect, and it might still be too dangerous for you.”

It wouldn’t be bad to serve that person alongside her disciple.

However, if the letter was to be believed, there was a high probability that the Blood Sect would be lurking at the end of this trip to Mosan.

From the way they called for her, it seemed likely that at least a Blood Sect saint would be there.

She couldn’t take So Geom-hu to such a dangerous place.

Moreover, if Geumhu left, someone would need to manage her duties in her stead. No one was more suited for that than the disciple who was the leader’s disciple, So Geom-hu.

Hearing her master’s words, Sobin pouted.

Having understood intellectually but not being able to accept it with her heart.

She too wanted to be with Lee Cheol-soo.

Yet, it was unavoidable.

Now was the time for her to step back. Sobin was smart enough to know that her master rising in status would also elevate hers. Thus, she had to support her master. She needed to ensure that Geumhu became Lee Cheol-soo’s official concubine, overshadowing Yeomwang Jeoksawol and Yujinhwi.

“Hmph. I get it. Have a safe journey, Master. I’ll take care of our faction.”

Hearing Sobin, Geumhu smiled.

“I understand. Sobin, I’ll rely on you for our faction.”

And the next day.

Geumhu set off alone towards Gongdong Sect under the pretext of the request from the leader of Gongdong Sect, handing over the responsibilities of Hangshan Sect to So Geom-hu.

‘Hehe, Sangong, I’m coming for you. I’ll protect you.’

Geumhu thought so internally as she headed towards Gongdong Sect with a fluttering heart.

*

Preparations for the trip to Mosan Sect were underway step by step.

Since Sahyeong had already left for Beijing, if I went missing from Gongdong Mountain, only Same and Dang Yeong-ryeong would be left.

Originally, Jeoksawol, disguised as Neungwolhyang, would remain, but she wouldn’t stay put passively.

She would absolutely follow.

Thinking that, I hurried to make preparations for the long journey.

As I was deep in preparation, she finally arrived.

“Eungong! I’m here!”

A slender beauty with silver hair and bright eyes, smiling brightly against her cold impression.

Geumhu.

Wearing a single sword at her waist and dressed in white martial attire, she stood at the mountain gate of Gongdong Sect.

With a beaming smile, she looked at me.

Since the day she confessed to me, she had always been like this.

Well, if a person is cheerful, then I’m happy too.

“Thank you for responding so readily to our faction’s call, Senior.”

I placed my hand over my chest and bowed politely to Geumhu.

Geumhu shook her head at my words.

“No, Eungong. Don’t mention it. If it’s for the sake of Gongdong Sect, or for you, I’d rush over in a heartbeat!”

I nodded in response to Geumhu’s words.

“Thank you for your words. Master is waiting for you. Let’s head inside.”

“Got it. Eungong.”

Geumhu smiled shyly and stepped beside me. I took her wrist.

“Ugh, ah!?”

Geumhu was slightly surprised. Her face turned bright red. I held her wrist and crossed the mountain gate.

Now that Geumhu had arrived, it was time to prepare for a few more days before setting out.

Just as I was thinking that,

“Who dares to hold a woman’s hand in broad daylight without permission!”

A familiar voice rang out.

With it came an overwhelming presence from behind.

Geumhu and I turned our heads.

There she was.

A breathtaking beauty with fiery red hair and ruby-like red eyes.

The alluring master of the Blood Sect, Yeomwang Jeoksawol.

She was dressed in clothes that clung to her body, accentuating her explosive figure, and she gazed at Geumhu and me.

“Oh, Yeomwang-senpai. What brings you to Gongdong Sect without any notice?”

After noticing Jeoksawol, it was Geumhu who spoke first.

Upon hearing Geumhu’s response, Jeoksawol blushed. She said,

“Why ask such things? Geumhu. Is it a place I shouldn’t be?”

With that, Jeoksawol wore a brazen smile.

Seeing that, I internally clicked my tongue.

Some things never change. Never change.

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