The Second Eunuch Regains His Manhood

227th Chapter: Trust Me

It wasn’t long after Sangong entered the Martial Training Hall.

Boom-Boom-CRASH!

With a deafening noise, something collapsed. The first to react to the sound was Geumhu.

She instinctively launched herself forward.

‘Sangong might be in danger!’

The Mosan Sect was a member of the White Path Orthodox Faction, and Geumhu had never doubted this fact before.

But after hearing Sangong’s words, Geumhu now viewed the Mosan Sect with suspicion, like a hidden faction of the Blood Sect.

In the middle of such a stronghold, a loud noise like that…

Perhaps the Blood Sect was up to something.

With that thought in mind, Geumhu headed toward the direction of the noise.

By the time Geumhu arrived, the sight that met her was the collapsed Bluestone wall of the Martial Training Hall and Lee Cheol-soo, visible behind it.

From his body, both the Anti-Demon Magic Power and the opposing force of the Self-Gravity Technique were soaring up at the same time.

Geumhu’s gaze quickly scanned Sangong and the interior of the hall.

Fortunately, there were no signs of an enemy ambush.

And Sangong’s upper garments were completely reduced to dust, revealing his solid muscles.

Whoosh!

Geumhu’s face turned red.

Her heart raced.

‘Kyaa!’

Geumhu couldn’t help but exclaim internally. Sangong was nineteen this year. In a year, he’d be of age.

He had transformed from a boy into a young man in the two years since they last met.

Sangong’s upper body, honed through years of external martial arts training, radiated the peak of masculinity.

In contrast to his delicate features, his fierce muscles made Geumhu’s heart pound.

Of course, like most martial artists, unless they had cultivated a special martial art, most male martial artists had good bodies.

But Sangong’s physique was on a level far beyond that of the average martial artist.

An external martial artist’s physique would be no match for this beauty.

Any woman would fall in love at first sight.

Geumhu swallowed hard.

The thought of being in Sangong’s arms, spending their first night together, flashed through her mind.

She felt a strange tightening in her stomach. At her age, having such lewd thoughts was outrageous.

‘It’s good Sangong can’t read my mind.’

As Geumhu thought this, she spoke to Sangong.

“Eungong! Are you okay?”

Sangong turned his gaze towards Geumhu. Her body reacted with a shiver at his gaze.

Sangong remained silent.

Geumhu’s heart raced. She said,

“I heard a loud noise and became worried about you. I didn’t interrupt your training, did I?”

Thump, thump, thump, thump.

Her heart raced even faster. She felt embarrassed. She wanted to hide. Fear of being caught with those shameful and lustful imaginations loomed over her. She peered from behind the ruined wall, her face barely showing.

Just then, she heard Lee Cheol-soo’s voice.

“No, it’s fine. Geumhu-senpai, may I ask you one favor?”

“Eh? Yes! Anything!”

If it was Sangong’s request, Geumhu could agree to anything.

She could agree to indulge in pleasure right there, as long as the time and place were appropriate.

She didn’t want to do that in the open right now.

Thump, thump.

Just then, as her heart thumped wildly.

“I want to genuinely spar with Geumhu-senpai.”

A reply she had never anticipated echoed in her mind.

Genuinely spar?

‘Could it be he wants to challenge me already?!’

Geumhu’s silvery eyes widened. Her heart was ready to explode like a thunderclap. She expected to be challenged a year later when she reached maturity.

But a challenge right now? Did that mean tonight would be her first night? The purity she had preserved until now could be given to Sangong.

Geumhu’s hands trembled. Her face grew hot. Countless lewd scenarios flashed through her mind.

In that brief moment, amidst her wild thoughts, she composed herself and stammered.

“To genuinely spar, are you suggesting a challenge already…?”

“It seems there was a misunderstanding. It’s not a challenge yet.”

Geumhu’s face slightly stiffened at Lee Cheol-soo’s words.

Her mind was in chaos. If it wasn’t a challenge, then why…

In that moment, her body froze.

Lee Cheol-soo continued speaking.

“…To prepare for the upcoming spar against you, Geumhu-senpai, I want to improve my martial arts skills and level by sparring with you.”

It was a measure for preparing for the spar.

A blush returned to her face. In fact, if he had immediately asked for a spar today, she would have gladly yielded.

However, this was also acceptable for Geumhu. Sangong was treating her sincerely.

Thump.

Geumhu’s heart raced again.

“What made you choose me as your sparring partner?”

Geumhu asked.

There were others beside her, like Sosumahu or Yeomwang Jeoksawol.

But why was it specifically her?

Was it because she was the official concubine? Just as her spirits lifted at that thought.

Lee Cheol-soo’s voice rang in her ears.

“For the spar against you, Geumhu-senpai, one year from now. In front of everyone, I will face you in a fair duel, and I will win against you by test of strength. Therefore, I will make you my wife. To do that, I need to thoroughly understand your martial arts. So now, I genuinely want to spar with you for my training and the future duel with you.”

Geumhu’s face flushed at Lee Cheol-soo’s eloquent words.

Sangong’s sincerity resonated deeply in her heart.

Indeed.

Sangong intended to win against her in a fair duel, true to the White Path Orthodox Faction’s ideals.

‘Ah, Sangong. You really don’t have to do that. I’m always ready to lose.’

Both in a duel and on the bed.

Geumhu was always ready to lose against Sangong. Being obedient to her husband was the virtue of a good wife.

While she appreciated Sangong’s sincerity, realistically speaking, it was impossible for him to achieve Hyeongyeong’s level within the year.

So regardless of Sangong’s sincerity, she had to lose in the duel.

‘Sangong. I’m sorry. But I will definitely become your official concubine.’

At that moment, as Geumhu resolved to consider the upcoming duel.

“That resolve of yours is truly beautiful. Declaring to reach the same level as the esteemed Geumhu within a year, escalated by one’s spirit.”

An all-too-familiar yet irritating voice echoed in her ears.

Yeomwang Jeoksawol.

Her crimson eyes were observing both Geumhu and Lee Cheol-soo simultaneously.

Jeoksawol smiled.

Geumhu’s face hardened. She wasn’t foolish enough not to grasp the meaning behind her words.

Jeoksawol was now insinuating that Sangong would not reach Hyeongyeong’s level in time.

Naturally, if it were a legitimate duel using their full strength, she could not lose. A master of Hyeongyeong could never lose to a master of Hwakyung.

But she couldn’t regally declare that she would concede. Not after everything she had said until now.

Realizing this, Jeoksawol was intentionally pricking at her feelings.

[Yeomwang-senpai!]

Geumhu sent a mental message, but Jeoksawol did not respond.

“Yeomwang-senpai is correct. Within a year, I will reach the same level as Geumhu-senpai and will win the duel against you fair and square to make you my woman.”

Upon hearing Jeoksawol’s words, Lee Cheol-soo’s eyes lit up.

There was not a speck of deceit in his gaze.

Only blazing sincerity burned within him.

So strong was the flame of sincerity that it felt almost searing.

But Lee Cheol-soo’s earnestness paradoxically filled Geumhu with despair.

‘Oh no! Sangong!’

Since Sangong could not catch up to her level, she would have to intentionally lose to become his wife.

All of her carefully laid plans were crumbling.

Once spoken, words could not be taken back.

Geumhu sobbed inwardly. How could he declare reaching such a level in just one year?

It wasn’t that she didn’t believe in Sangong’s talent. But to reach Hyeongyeong before turning twenty, unless one had extraordinary talent, was impossible.

‘Sangong, why.’

Yet she couldn’t blame Sangong.

His claim to genuinely contend with her and assertively take her as his own was a pledge to make her completely his.

She was left trapped in a situation with nowhere to turn.

Watching Geumhu, Jeoksawol smiled.

‘Hehe. The official concubine will become the maiden who offers her purity to Gaga a year from now.’

Jeoksawol didn’t think for a second that Gaga wouldn’t reach Hyeongyeong.

But it was unequivocally impossible for him to reach it within a year.

To attain the level to surpass Geumhu would require at least five years.

Nevertheless, Jeoksawol intended to hand over her purity in a year.

In the end, being the first to take Gaga’s innocence, becoming Gaga’s first woman, all belonged to Jeoksawol, the Most Beautiful in the World.

Jeoksawol thought as she nonchalantly watched Geumhu’s silver eyes cloud with heaviness.

*

Following Geumhu, Jeoksawol appeared.

I didn’t hear the conversation that transpired between them through mental messaging, but I presumed I understood why Geumhu’s expression was tense.

After I genuinely declared my intention to defeat the masterful Geumhu in a duel, it was apparent that Geumhu might genuinely be worrying about what would happen if I couldn’t reach Hyeongyeong.

I had confirmed Geumhu’s feelings before.

She might even be worried about her victory in the duel.

But I truly wanted to dignify defeat Geumhu in a fair duel and declare her as my woman before all the nobles of the Nine Provinces and Eight Monarchs.

A grown man must always be confident. One must never resort to petty tricks. That was the color spectrum I pursued.

But I couldn’t simply stand by and watch Geumhu’s anxiousness.

Thus, I silently reached out to her.

[Geumhu-senpai.]

[Yes, Eungong.]

Geumhu replied.

I looked at Geumhu and said,

[One year. Within the next year, I will defeat you in fair combat, Geumhu-senpai. This is my promise as a man. Do not be anxious; just wait. I will not break my vow.]

[But… …]

Geumhu’s voice trailed off slightly.

Yet as a grown man, I had to press on.

Like a bulldozer.

[Do you not trust me now?]

[Ah, no… …Eungong! I trust you!]

Suddenly addressing me as Sangong instead of Eungong made her face flush. I could see her shivers gradually subsiding.

It seemed she had calmed somewhat.

As I watched Geumhu, I said,

[Good. Then please trust me and accept my request for a duel.]

Time had dragged on too much.

Now it was time to properly begin our training.

*

After my meeting with Lee Cheol-soo ended.

The shadow of Cheonhyo-rang-gun twisted and surged, soon taking on a human form.

A thin, gnarled face marked him as an ugly middle-aged man.

The owner of the Corpse Martial Arts, a prominent figure in the Blood Sect, Gangsimajon.

Gangsimajon sealed the Upper Clear Palace with his profound skills. With a grim voice, he spoke.

“They have fallen into the trap. Good work.”

Hearing Gangsimajon’s words, Cheonhyo-rang-gun bowed, paying his respects.

“Everything is thanks to the insight of the Supreme Being and the exceptional strategies of Gangsimajon.”

The corners of Gangsimajon’s mouth twisted upward in a smirk.

Cheonhyo-rang-gun.

She was another of the four supreme beings and a close aide to the Demon King and representative of the Blood Sect, Gi Hwanmajon’s disciple.

Gi Hwanmajon was a master of sorcery and defensive arts and had, long ago, established the Orthodox Faction of Mosan Sect as a hidden division set up by the Demon King.

Gangsimajon’s eyes gleamed with bloodlust.

The image of Lee Cheol-soo flashed in his mind. The disgrace from the Demon Sect had etched deeply into his heart. Now it was time to repay him for that humiliation.

Gangsimajon knew. The life force used as a favor would be his life. But the command of the Supreme Being could not be defied. So, he would take Cheol-soo and his women along the road to the underworld.

That was Gangsimajon’s conclusion.

And that dream was about to become a reality. In a fortnight’s time.

Hehehe.

Gangsimajon thought this as he gazed at Cheonhyo-rang-gun. Despite her creased palms and crow’s feet, a woman’s attractive figure buried beneath layers caught his eye.

“You look particularly lovely today. Hehehe.”

“Oh my!”

Gangsimajon lunged at Cheonhyo-rang-gun. She didn’t resist. A gale swept through the Upper Clear Palace.

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