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By pointing a needle at his penis and threatening him, I was able to extract some information from Son Geun.

There was no need to talk about the process, and the content wasn’t very nutritious.

Of course, it was information that required a certain degree of caution.

For those who know the true nature of the Demonic Cult, the content is beyond shocking, and it is so sad that it makes you start to feel truly sorry for the Demonic Cult.

“Does Yangma really think that Cheonma will be resurrected?”

Sheep horse.

He is one of the ‘Ten Horses’, the guardians of the Demonic Cult, and is an old man whose martial arts skills are at the Hwagyeong level.

This is an old man who has witnessed the glory of the Demonic Cult since the old days when the Demonic Cult was enjoying its heyday, claiming to be the Cheonma Shingyo or the Ilwol Shingyo.

He was around 80 years old and was active in the same generation as Geomhu, the head of Haedong Geomgak.

I don’t know much about the background, having been an orphan kidnapped by the Demonic Cult, but I was one of those who truly believed in Cheonma’s bratty plan to kidnap orphans and poison them to ruin the future of the martial arts world in the Central Plains.

Soyangma Son Geun also learned and grew up under such a person, and was a being who did his best to fulfill the role of [Sleep Poison] that Cheonma thought of.

A follower of Cheonma and one who works hard for the Demonic Cult’s world.

And for me, the assassin who was probably staying right near my house.

There is only one order given to Soyangma Son Geun.

-If the disciple of the Demon’s White Face, Seok Mu-wol, fails, you must kill Murong Seol and make Geomseong enter the mind of the Demon.

It was a reserve reading for the Mo Yong Se family in case I failed.

“Representative. This is killing me, right?”

“Calm down, Miss Moyong.”

“You want to kill the congressman too, right?”

“I’m going to kill you, but I’m going to think carefully about how to kill you before I kill you.”

“Ugh, ugh!!”

Son Geun couldn’t say anything.

When I was talking earnestly, I could release the blood, but now, I couldn’t speak even if I wanted to because I had released the blood through my internal organs.

He brought a rope and put a gag in it, then stuffed a silk ball into his mouth.

With a large sphere in his mouth and a gag over it, the only sound he could make was a moan of ‘eueup’.

“Anyway, even if we try to experiment more here, it seems like we won’t get any meaningful results.”

The hand muscle has served its purpose.

Now, even if you were to prescribe a miracle pill and make it happen, your hair would not grow nor would your penis become larger.

What Son Geun wants now is the power to avoid the death that is upon him.

Whether it is internal energy, martial arts, or one’s own destiny, he wants to regain his freedom by shooting out all the needles that are holding back his blood, killing me, and the ‘power’ to do something to Murong Seol.

I don’t want to lose my hair either.

I don’t wish for the penis that I ‘restored’ to go back to the time when the miracle happened.

He has no choice but to kill, because he wants power as revenge for what he lost.

“I guess you have something to say at the end. Well, that’s what all the devil’s cult members say.”

I picked up one needle that was thicker than the others.

“Do you think you’ll be safe after doing this? When I die, another poison will come after me and try to kill you. Since you betrayed the Demonic Cult, one day the Heavenly Demon will appear and try to kill the poison in your body.”

“Ugh, ugh…!”

“Okay. Now it’s time to use up your last remaining ‘usefulness’.”

I breathed ‘qi’ into a silver needle about the thickness of a chopstick.

“I am not a martial artist, so I have not learned any martial arts, but I have learned the minimum amount of internal energy to treat martial artists.”

A white energy began to form on the silver needle and begin to sparkle.

It wasn’t the kind of power that could be seen in the swordsmanship of the masters above Hwagyeong, but when those of the highest rank breathed life into their beloved weapon, the weapon emitted a light that was a little brighter and clearer than the light of the sword.

Even if it is said that there is a limit to directly fighting with martial arts, the strength and energy are enough to pierce the trained skin of a martial artist who is captured like this with a long needle.

Kuk.

“Goodbye, Son Geun.”

I shook my head at the hand that was cursing me with its eyes.

“And before I die, let me tell you one more story.”

Kwuk.

“The kidnapper and Yoo Ki-yeon are already dead. They were burned to death by the magic, but you didn’t even know that and went over the main gate of the Moryong family.”

“!!”

Before I stabbed him in the heart with the silver needle, Son Geun looked at me with astonished eyes.

Sigh.

And then he rolled his eyes, shivered, and fell to his knees.

The silk ball shoved into my mouth slowly turned red, and I stepped back with the needle still in place to check the situation.

“It doesn’t seem like the kidnapper or the organic girl will die from burning in the flames for breaking the taboo.”

“That’s right. …Does that mean you’re that loyal to the Demonic Cult?”

“I guess so.”

It’s incomprehensible, but considering the backgrounds of the orphans who were captured by the demonic cult, like Nana and Dang Yuri, it’s not so much that it’s incomprehensible.

“If I had just lived like that, I would have been a beggar who was beaten by those people, let alone a third-rate warrior, but thanks to the Demonic Cult that fed me, clothed me, and taught me martial arts, I was able to make expensive silk martial arts clothes and wear long robes.”

The Demonic Cult kidnapped many children and killed them, but among those children, there were some who were truly grateful to the Demonic Cult for kidnapping them.

Son Geun was that kind of person.

“Poor little girl.”

It’s so unfortunate.

“Do you know that? The first medicine my master, the demon doctor, prescribed for me when he took me in was ‘resistance medicine’.”

“Resistor…?”

“That’s right.”

I inserted a new needle toward the pubic bone of the dead hand.

“Now that I think about it, maybe Cheonmado’s father was his father. Or maybe he didn’t want his daughter to be treated like some other man.”

Phew.

“The orphans of the Demonic Cult were subjected to various taboos as their loneliness grew, and among them was the task of preventing males from being carelessly swayed by sexual desires and failing to fulfill their missions.”

The strength under my wrists began to drain, and something slowly began to sink.

“At a time when he should be growing the healthiest, even though his bones were growing, he used all of his growth potential to increase his internal energy, even in areas that were not necessary for his duties as a dungeon master, as a warrior, or as an assassin.”

“No way….”

“I am very grateful that I learned medicine, but if there is something I am still grateful for, it is from my teacher.”

I stood up from my seat and pointed below me.

“I didn’t take any medicine that would prevent the plants from growing properly, leaving only the roots.”

“…….”

“To be more precise, the male shamans, including Son Geun, were to be used in other ways as well. Among the masters of the martial arts world, there were some who coveted men.”

“…Baekdo’s martial arts masters?”

“Both.”

There were some who coveted the young man, whether he was white or black.

“There were reasons why the poisonous ones harbored resentment toward Cheonma and wanted to betray the Demonic Cult, but those who still pledged loyalty to Cheonma were those who were delighted and happy with Cheonma’s ‘permission’.”

“…ugh.”

Mo Yongseol shuddered and ground his teeth.

“Is Cheonma a blue-haired man?”

“Well, rather than that….”

If we were to estimate the level of Cheonma, or more precisely, based on Cheonma’s thoughts.

“If I can dominate the Central Plains martial arts world that way, then it doesn’t matter. That must be it.”

* * *

The information obtained from Son Geun would have been meaningful if given meaning, but the problem was that the part where support from the Emperor or the palace had to be obtained was not properly confirmed.

In particular, there was the task of conducting experiments on the hair problem that Do-hwang had while keeping the secret of the potential of the Geukyangjihwan hidden.

“Then, wouldn’t it be okay to just grab anyone in the family and shave their head without telling them?”

Dang Yuri said.

“Wouldn’t there be someone in the Mo Yong Sega family who is secretly colluding with people from other Sega families, or someone who is trying to betray the family at any time?”

If there is no subject to experiment on, why not just grab anyone and conduct an experiment ‘by chance’?

“…Why are you talking like you know everything?”

“Do you think I’m a demon? Don’t you even notice that?”

but.

Unless it is at the level of Cheonma, it is only common sense to suspect that my Extreme Yang Ji-hwan can be used in other ways as well as for vein stenosis and anti-aging.

“I’m on the same boat as you. Don’t worry. If I go back to the Demonic Cult, Dokma will call me a traitor and beat me up, and if I go to the other poisonous people, I’ll just get scolded for being a troublemaker. So, if Mo Yong-se thinks of me as one of the former guards at Ja-geom-mun and now as a maid who manages the food supplies to this paradise, I’d really appreciate it. ”

More than expected, Dang Yuri came forward to actively cooperate with Mo Yong-se.

“They feed me, put me to bed, and clothe me. They even let me practice martial arts on my own during my spare time. How great. Above all….”

“Above all?”

“What if Cheonma keeps provoking me by saying he’ll make me pay for my betrayal? It’s safe if Mo Yongse is inside. I don’t want to be forced to have a child with someone like Cheonma.”

“…….”

I always worried that I could be killed by Cheonma, but Cheonma is definitely a madman who can touch me before I kill him, even with the poison and all.

“Okay. Okay. So what do you want me to do?”

“What’s the big deal? Just go to the Lord of the Underworld and tell him the situation, and then shave off all your hair while you’re sleeping, whether you’re a man or a woman.”

“What a simple and stupid plan.”

hmm.

“Do it right now.”

If you can’t do an experiment because there are no bald patients, why don’t you just create bald patients?

It doesn’t necessarily have to be a hand job.