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The ringleader of the Demonic Cult who had been plotting against the woman who had been questioned was caught.

Actually, since I had already heard about it through Dang Yuri, I didn’t really pay much attention to it.

“Are you Soyangma, the disciple of Yangma, one of the ten horses?”

“That’s right. But don’t worry. He’s a bastard you don’t have to worry about at all.”

Rather than worrying about Soyangma Son Geun, it would have been more productive and worthwhile to think about how to get Mo Yongseol to think about having a child.

It wasn’t that I was particularly careless or underestimating him, but I wasn’t worried because the plan that Son Geun had made had already been ruined.

Disciple of the Ten Horses? Sleeping Poison?

How many of the Ten Horses would truly want to revive the Demonic Cult and take revenge on the Baekdo Murim and kill orphans?

In the case of the demon, didn’t he release nymphs all over the Central Plains and use them as beauties to help the orphans escape?

Of course, among them, Yangma is the one who truly wishes for the revival of Cheonma and the Demonic Cult, but his head is similar to Cheonma’s or worse.

Since he is a disciple chosen by such a person, he cannot be a proper guy.

Although the art of seduction can be a bit worrisome, if you know that there is a person who does such things, there is nothing to worry about.

Even though Mo Yong-se thinks of Dang Yu-ri, the collaborator who infiltrated the group, as ‘on his side’, there is only one outcome left.

“Ugh, ugh ugh!”

Here, there is a masked man delivering a package to Mo Yong-se.

“I heard that Soyangma is at the peak of his power.”

“At that level, he would be one of the elite guards protecting the Moryong family.”

A man was tied up with rope and rolled on the floor, trying to escape, when a woman, Mo Yong-san, stomped on him and pinned him down.

“Yeah. Now you want to use this guy to create a potion that will convince ‘Do-hwang’?”

“Yes, that’s right. Additional stock.”

It seems that Geumseong has already given some advice to his younger brother, Bugajoo.

“Can I know what kind of medicine it is?”

“Didn’t the Lord tell you separately?”

“I left the judgment to you. To be exact, it is related to the ‘patient’s illness’, so there are parts about which you cannot speak carelessly about the emperor.”

“Ah, I see what you mean.”

Even if they are family, it is not right to talk carelessly about the illnesses that other people have.

This is especially true if he is a senior in the Central Plains martial arts world, and especially if we are hoping to receive great help from him.

“After the treatment is over, I will tell you if you ask for permission from the Emperor.”

“It seems that the Emperor is suffering from a serious illness. He has been out of the house for several years now. I know I shouldn’t keep asking him about this, but.”

Mo Yongsan asked cautiously, lowering his voice.

“It’s not like men get cerebral palsy in their later years or anything, right?”

“Your Majesty.”

“Ah, why. Isn’t there a saying that men become more feminine as they age? If Do-hwang, who used to be more manly and energetic than anyone else, had changed like that, I thought he definitely wouldn’t be able to go out carelessly.”

“That’s not it.”

At least, it is a world of difference compared to some masters who tried to achieve similar effects by seeking to preserve the teachings, but ended up falling into the trap of the devil’s cult and becoming half-woman.

“If you create a great yang pill that can communicate with the Emperor and the Emperor takes it to cure his illness, the Emperor will show off his rough and manly spirit like when he roamed the Central Plains martial arts world before. He will also not forget his gratitude to Murong.”

“Is it aimed at Mo Yong? Not at Assemblyman Seok?”

“Assemblyman Seok is a person of Murong, it is only right that the favor be directed to Murong.”

“…Thank you, Rep. Seok.”

Mo Yong-san wiped his eyes with his sleeve, as if tears were welling up in his eyes.

“I knew you were the one who was born when you were treated like that by Seol-i and stayed by her side. Even while I was researching Seol-i’s arrhythmia, I saw you examine the warriors of Murong when they were sick, and I thought to myself many times that you were the chivalrous man that Baekdo Murim had been hoping for.”

“I feel embarrassed because you put gold on my face like this.”

“No, I can’t praise you enough. If you need anything, just tell me. I’ll have my men get it for you.”

“Just what you’ve already told me is enough.”

I pointed to one of the coffins lying in the direction of Seongnakwon.

“Thank you for providing me with this and making it as planned, so I will do my best to make it a good result.”

When the coffin lid was opened, there was a mirror inside the coffin lid that showed the face clearly and a shining pearl.

“Oh, before you leave, can I ask you one thing?”

“What?”

“Please move them together in the coffin. Face up.”

“That’s not difficult.”

Mo Yong-san pushed Son Geun into the coffin.

Knock knock knock!

As if he felt that he had entered some place, Son Geun began to twist his body wildly and make loud noises.

“This is difficult. Should I even get a blood test?”

“It’s okay. This time, I learned one very good suppression method from Lady Mo Yong.”

After I took out the wooden sword.

“Lower pressure-!”

Phew.

He struck straight into the coffin.

“…….”

“Look. Isn’t it quiet?”

“That’s a little different-”

Knock knock knock!

It got noisier.

I didn’t like the way he started to run wild, so I picked up my wooden sword once more and swung it wildly like I had learned.

Phew.

This time, Meiji.

The resistance has subsided slightly, but they are still causing a ruckus.

And then the wooden sword begins to gradually descend.

Thud, thud, thud.

At some point, the resistance of the hand began to subside.

When the tip of the wooden sword passed Son Geun’s navel and headed downward, Son Geun finally stopped resisting.

“Then….”

Now that the movement has died down.

Phew!

He struck down the long needle, not the wooden sword, towards the crown of Son Geun’s head.

“…….”

For a moment, Son Geun-i’s body trembled.

“It’s okay. I’m not dead.”

“I think I stabbed a little too deeply…?”

“I did stab you hard enough to reach the bone, but don’t worry. I stabbed you in the right way.”

After all, it is easier to subdue with medicine than with force.

“If you resist any further here, you will inevitably end up stabbing an organ that the bone cannot protect, but look. ”

Son Geun no longer resisted.

“Like this, they force you to sleep.”

* * *

A little later.

If you earnestly desire it, my flesh will grant it.

Because we had to really want it, we had to be able to clearly identify what the object of our desire was.

so.

“Is this enough?”

“Isn’t it shorter than the monks of Shaolin Temple, sir?”

I shaved Son Geun’s head.

It wasn’t a hair length that could be called short.

As a result of cutting and cutting the hair as much as possible using existing tools, Son Geun’s hair was cut so short that it was just like black dots on his scalp.

“Umm….”

“Why are you like that, my lady?”

“No, I just thought, this guy is definitely a master.”

Mo Yong-seol feels regret as he fiddles with the sword on his waist.

“Are you saying that because you want to practice?”

“I think we can gauge the strength of the disciple of Yangma, one of the Ten Demonic Demons, by having a direct fight with him.”

“That certainly seems appropriate, but unfortunately this guy is no match.”

“Is this guy?”

“To be exact, men.”

When men deal with Mo Yongseol, they will definitely try to fight with their gaze in a strange place.

That is absolutely unacceptable to me.

“Then are the women okay?”

“That’s right. There will be more females among the sleeping people in the first place.”

“Oh, really?”

“Really. There are more women.”

Of the 100 people who slept with the drug, about 95 were women.

“Usually, there is no distinction between men and women, or isn’t there more men?”

“That’s right. But all those talented boys ended up dying.”

“Death…Why?”

“It might sound a bit ridiculous when you hear it.”

truly.

“Cheonma said that he was wondering how he could open his eyes like that after drinking, and that he wanted to test how strong he was.”

“……Huh?”

“The high-ranking martial artist swung his Heavenly Demonic Skill with all his might against a child who was about 13 years old and not even a top-class player. After killing him, he said, “Tsk, you can’t even handle this,” and continued drinking.”

“Uh….”

“He’s not in his right mind in many ways. The problem is that the only person in the martial arts world who can restrain such a madman is the head of the household.”

“…….”

“So, we need to find a partner.”

The polar opposite ring has been created.

It is a blood-filled, extreme Yangjihwan, and is a potion whose main ingredient is actually my blood rather than medicinal herbs.

“If we can get Do-Hwang on our side, Do-Hwang will buy us time if something happens and the Lord cannot face Cheonma directly.”

Stop.

“Then, get ready.”

After forcibly opening Son Geun’s mouth, he drops the liquid of extreme yang on his lips.

And I immediately stepped back, and Mo Yongseol pulled out the long needle that was stuck in the head of the person I had instructed.

The coffin lid was closed.

“Ugh, ugh….”

Very slowly, he regained consciousness in the coffin.

“Where is this… Huh, huh?!”

Perhaps, in the middle of a night out, he saw himself in the mirror and screamed.

licking.

I heard.

I clearly ingested the liquid that was stuck to my lips, and I immediately sent a signal to Mo Yongseol.

Dulkudung!

The moment Mo Yong-seol pushed the coffin lid away, I immediately fired a long needle straight ahead.

“What-”

Phew!

The needle was stuck in Son Geun’s body again and he stopped there, and I looked at his head.

If your hair suddenly disappeared and you desperately want it back –

“, sir? What, your head…!”

“……!!”

The head.

There was no change.

“…….”

Instead, there was a change on the other side.

Hot, hot.

“Ha.”

Maybe I was too hasty.

Or maybe he wasn’t originally bald, so he lacked the urgency, or maybe he was more desperate than the hair he had lost momentarily.

“The hair root should be growing, but the penis is growing. Huh.”

It seems that Son Geun had some kind of longing in his lower body.