episode_0019

“Well, well, why are you only just arriving now, sir? This is unlike you.”

Jangil remarked with a hint of reproach.

“Oh, I was engrossed in reading.”

Lost in the book of Muggamja, time had slipped away more quickly than expected.

Hurriedly receiving the news of the conquest of the Jeolhwadae from Hwangboseol, I had rushed here, only to find myself too late.

Perhaps Jangil had grown impatient and started without me.

Wiping away the beads of sweat on his forehead, Bang Sooun spoke up.

“Sorry, did I cause a delay?”

“Haha, did you fall asleep waiting for me? We’ve just started.”

“Ah, I see… It seems like the piece is complete.”

The face of Yeonsurin, who was kneeling naked, displayed a lively expression.

It was clear that she was not in a hypnotized doll state.

“What are you doing, Yeonbojiteol? Greet Lord Jangju immediately.”

“Ah… This humble slave girl greets the esteemed master.”

At Jangil’s urging, Yeonsurin quickly turned to face Bang Sooun and politely bowed.

While Jangil was her direct master, Jangju, the highest elder of the Golden Dragon Army, was a higher-ranking master.

Naturally, proper etiquette had to be observed.

Even though Bang Sooun was satisfied with her respectful demeanor, a slightly troubled expression crossed his face.

“Yeonbojiteol…?”

“Oh, it’s the slave name of this girl. It was a name that I came up with after much deliberation, how do you like it?”

“Hmm… Indeed… It’s a fitting name for you. You are definitely a step above me.”

“Hahaha, is that a compliment?”

Jangil chuckled, nodding his head.

“It is indeed a compliment.”

With a smirk, Bang Sooun neatly arranged the pink and purple silk ribbons on the nearby ebony chest and approached Yeonsurin.

He lifted her chin with his hand, making her look at him.

Confusion flickered in Yeonsurin’s eyes.

She had no idea why the esteemed master was suddenly acting this way.

“Am I your elder brother?”

Out of the blue, Bang Sooun asked, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

“Y-yes… Well… You are the esteemed master.”

“Do we really need to address each other so formally?”

“Umm…”

“I feel like you’re my younger sister. From now on, I will call you Yeonmae, and you will call me Bang Orabi.”

“Ah… Yes… Bang Orabi.”

A strange thrill ran through Bang Sooun’s body.

With a twelve-year age gap between them, she was thirty-seven and he was twenty-five.

Normally, such an age gap would warrant a more formal title.

But being called Orabi, a term that evoked a sense of dominance different from the title of master, felt oddly satisfying.

With a satisfied expression, Bang Sooun released her chin and stood up.

“Well then, greet me once again.”

“Yes… This humble slave girl greets Bang Orabi.”

She bowed deeply once more, kneeling on the ground.

Jangil looked genuinely pleased.

“Oh, this is quite acceptable. Your taste, sir, is indeed quite refined.”

Anyone listening would think he was critiquing a piece of poetry, calligraphy, or painting.

But of course, this conversation was on a completely different level.

Bang Sooun smiled contentedly and patted Jangil’s shoulder.

“Haha, thank you for saying that. I’ll be sitting over there, so continue with your work.”

It was a message that he would be watching and enjoying as usual.

In front of the ancestral shrine, Jang Il blocked the man who was trying to approach the sacred tree.

“Oh, hold on a moment. Can you really let a nobleman sit on such an extraordinary sacred tree? Hey, there, my lady. Haven’t you licked up all the urine yet?”

With a stern expression and bowed head, Ewharin stood like a statue as Jang Il spoke to her.

“I… I have licked it all up… my lord…”

“You foolish girl! Do you even know what you did wrong?”

“I’m sorry… my lord… The humble servant is very foolish… I do not know what mistake I have made… Please enlighten this very foolish girl…”

For over twenty years, a woman who handled the affairs of the ancestral shrine more wisely than anyone else now spoke in a foolish tone.

“If you have carried out the order, you should report immediately, shouldn’t you?”

“Yes… my lord… If I carry out your orders, I must report immediately…”

“Then right now… Wait, no. Go outside and fetch a bowl of water and a clean cloth.”

“I obey your command… my lord…”

“If you crawl, it will take longer, so walk there and back.”

“Yes… my lord…”

Wearing only an upper garment and still looking like she was just born, Ewharin walked with a tired gait.

However, her steps were short and firm, swaying her hips smoothly.

It was the vulgar gait of a seductive woman that could tempt a man.

Normally, she would not have shown such behavior to others, but since the ancestral shrine was almost under her control, she had no qualms.

Knowing that she had to establish internal stability before venturing outside, Bang So-un, as soon as she took over as the head, meticulously laid out a plan with Jang Il to gradually hypnotize even those without internal skills.

Even skilled female warriors could easily be conquered using the Hwangbo technique.

As a result, most of the women in the ancestral shrine had become obedient puppets at the mere mention of a word.

“The head of the ancestral shrine is truly amazing to look at.”

Bang So-un muttered.

Normally, a woman at this age would physically exude passion, wisdom, elegance, and modesty, making the sense of alienation when completely destroyed by Jang Il even greater.

To see her swaying her bare hips as if in heat was unsettling.

“Hehe, isn’t that nice. But wait a little longer. As soon as she arrives, I will have her command the sacred tree. The cushion is a bit saggy, but it’s still suitable for sitting.”

“Why didn’t I just bring it myself?”

“What are you saying? You must get used to commanding slaves. That way, you can’t establish the dignity of someone who will rule over all the women in the martial world, can you?”

“Haha, you say such pleasant things. That’s also a skill.”

“I’m just speaking honestly. Oh, by the way, is that the dress of the conqueror of the Jeolhwa platform?”

Jang Il turned his gaze to the crimson silk garment.

It looked like it was made of a very high-quality material.

Made from the finest silk that couldn’t be found anywhere else in Hangju, famous for its silk production.

Upon closer inspection, the threads were very dense, with a shimmering sheen.

Touching the fabric, it felt pleasantly soft.

Thin and transparent like ice.

Not only was the material excellent, but the sewing was also truly artistic.

The spacing was consistent, with not a single stitch out of place.

Moreover, there were no twisted or raised parts, it was clean.

Jang Il licked his lips at the piece that turned out even better than expected.

“Wow, the skills of the chief are truly remarkable.”

“Do you like it?”

“Honestly, I didn’t expect it to be this good. It’s beyond my expectations.”

“I’ve got myself a good wife. She’s a beauty that stands out among others. Well, the face of the Golden Dragon General’s daughter should be at that level for conquest.”

“You’ve completely fallen for the Lady of the Manor. Your favoritism is impressive. Well, I understand, with that beauty and talent. Most women wouldn’t even catch your eye. This is serious. The Lady of the Manor is a divine being among the Nine Grades, how many women like her are there in the martial world… Not just exquisite, even divine, right?”

Jang Il deliberately exaggerated his tone as he spoke.

“Why suddenly divide them into Nine Grades?”

“I thought about it, if we divide them into Upper, Middle, and Lower, doesn’t it seem lacking? And even if they are of the same grade, there are distinct differences like moonlight and fireflies. If we divide them into the same level, it’s too harsh for women like the Lady of the Manor. Of course, we’ll include portraits, but accuracy is better, isn’t it?”

Bang So Un made a face as if he was annoyed.

“…Indeed, in this aspect, you are very meticulous. Impressive.”

“Haha, it’s going to be a rare and valuable book. I’ll pour in the effort that matches its value.”

It was a valid point.

Could anyone in the world know the hidden flaws of the female martial artists in the martial world, who were as unapproachable as a rare beast?

Who could know the quality of the flesh of the Daeseongsun, or the color of the nipples?

It would not exist in the past or in the future.

If the scholars knew, the world would be turned upside down.

Of course, there was no intention to release this valuable item to the world.

This book was not a worthless book that would be used to vent the semen of dirty men who had nothing to do with it.

It was an item that contained the blood, sweat, and tears of Jang Il and himself.

If the plan was achieved as expected, it would become the new doctrine of the sect they had established.

Sect?

…No, not a sect.

A thought flashed through Bang So Un’s mind like lightning.

“…The Bangjangsega (方張世家).”

“What?”

“The Bangjangsega, Jang Il.”

“Bangjangsega?”

Jang Il’s eyes showed that he didn’t understand.

“It’s the sect we’re going to establish to rule the world. When I say sect, it somehow reminds me of the Gudaemun Sect and feels a bit distasteful. Whether it’s a concubine or a slave, aren’t the children that come from women only Bang and Jang? It’s the same as achieving the martial world with our bloodline alone. So, what do you think of Bangjangsega?”

“Oh, it’s quite good, isn’t it? Bangjangsega. The name rolls off the tongue.”

“Haha, right?”

Bang So Un chuckled satisfactorily, pleased with the name he had come up with.

Jang Il also seemed to like it.

Just by coming up with a name, he felt like he had taken a step closer to his goal.

“…Master… I’ve brought water and a clean cloth…”

Time seemed to have passed quickly as they conversed.

Before they knew it, Ewharin had returned with a bowl of water and a clean white cloth.

Smack!

Jang Il firmly slapped her buttocks, leaving a red mark.

“Place it here and let it be a lesson as you massage the Lady’s body.”