The Poison King's Hidden Crime and the Master's Urgent Treatment
"I've heard the secret story, so now let's have a taste of that pussy."
"Y-yes, yeeees...?! "
Un Jung-seon widened her eyes in utter shock. So flustered she was that she recoiled from Bang So-un's embrace with a yelp.
P-Pussy... It wasn't as if she had never shown it to her master before. As a child, innocent and unaware, that could be overlooked. Even as an adult learning medicine, she had bared it a few times for demonstration purposes. But those were purely for medical instruction—her master had never once asked to see her pussy first. He simply wasn't that kind of man.
...So what in the world was happening here?
"Haa... Little martial sister. Sad as it is, I'll explain." Jang Il stepped forward with a heavy sigh.
"Huh? W-what explanation...?"
The ominous ring of "sad affair" in her senior brother's words sent a chill down her spine. And such foreboding hunches rarely missed the mark.
"Master barely survived thanks to the Life-Death Extreme Revival Technique, but it came with a severe side effect."
"S-side effect...? What kind...?"
"His yin-yang harmony shattered completely. Now his body overflows with pure yang energy."
"Gasp...?"
Un Jung-seon let out a startled gasp. Every human was born with a body in proper yin-yang balance. Disrupt that equilibrium, and illness was inevitable. Rare individuals were born with total imbalance—extreme yang or extreme yin constitutions—who never lived long, doomed to early deaths. That was what complete yin-yang disruption meant.
And now her master was in that state...?
"Th-then Master will...?"
"Don't worry too much, little sister. You know who Master is. He's found a way."
"R-really? What way?"
Only then did Un Jung-seon relax a fraction. Who was her master, after all? The unparalleled divine physician of past and present, beyond question. If he had found a method, it had to be flawless.
"He replenishes his yin energy through periodic intercourse with women."
"Ah..."
Un Jung-seon's face flushed crimson. Embarrassing, yes—but logically sound. All humans were born with yin-yang harmony, though men and women differed slightly: men seven parts yang, three yin; women three yang, seven yin. That was why ancient medical texts symbolized men as yang and women as yin. For a man, sex with a woman thus partially restored yin. Ordinary intercourse wouldn't suffice for more, but her master surely had his own secret technique.
"Get it now, little sister? That's why the world calls him Hangzhou's notorious playboy."
"Come to think of it..."
Before revealing his true identity, her master had been the Golden Dragon Battlefield's leader—the very man dubbed Hangzhou's debauchee. Needing regular yin replenishment explained the nickname, just as Jang Il said.
But that wasn't the key issue.
"M-Master's lofty reputation will be tarnished..."
Un Jung-seon looked crestfallen, her expression full of regret. Her master had a hundredfold spotless fame—a great man destined to etch his name in history. Yet this unavoidable necessity branded him a libertine, staining that pristine legacy. It gnawed at her.
But.
"Haha, don't sweat it, little sister. Only I know his true identity—and now you, making two."
"Huh...? So to others, Master appears different?"
"Exactly. A top-tier disguise technique from the western regions. I found it secretly during his seclusion."
"Ah, what a relief."
"As long as we stay cautious, it'll never leak. But the real reason for caution is elsewhere."
"Ahh... Right. That's the most crucial part, and I stupidly didn't think of it first."
Un Jung-seon smacked her forehead in self-reproach.
Her master's enemies. Those filthy bastards wouldn't sit idle if they learned he lived.
"We can't let the scum who tried to kill Master—no, who didn't quite kill him but wrought such devastation—know he's alive."
Crunch. Her face twisted savagely, raw hatred surging at the mere thought.
The mood turned tense. Jang Il's point had been that Master's identity must stay hidden for ongoing yin replenishment via sex. But she'd interpreted it differently.
Jang Il rolled his eyes toward Bang So-un, who signaled to continue. It seemed worth hearing out.
Scratching his head awkwardly, Jang Il spoke again.
"...Yeah, those bastards... meaning... the assassin wasn't just one man, right...?"
He mumbled vaguely. Truth be told, he cared little about the assailants on the Absolute Divine Physician—only Go-eui's skills and body had mattered. But Bang So-un sensed something amiss. A sinister secret lurked beneath.
The public story of the Absolute Divine Physician's death: assassination by Heavenly Demon Cult remnants, confirmed by Murim Alliance investigation. Undeniable.
Yet the true disciple knew otherwise.
"...What do you mean? There was one assassin. The rest were faked wounds. Senior brother and I found the real traces together."
Oh ho. Bang So-un's eyes gleamed. Things were getting juicy. So meticulously disguised as Demon Cult wounds? Meaning the true killer was from the orthodox sects—and high-ranking at that.
"R-right... yeah. But y'know... m-my memory's fuzzy with age. Who... was the assassin again?"
Jang Il stammered, as if sleuthing didn't suit him, shooting a glance: Why not just hypnotize her?
Bang So-un smirked and shook his head. Unraveling secrets through talk was far more entertaining.
"Haa, memory? Well... you are getting on, senior brother... But forgetting that? Really?"
"M-my apologies."
Pfft. Laughter bubbled up at Jang Il's flustered look, chided by his new junior sister. Bang So-un turned away to compose himself.
"Haa, never forget it again. The assassin was the Tang family's former patriarch, Poison King Dang Mu-ak. Senior brother and I discovered traces of Formless Poison."
Un Jung-seon sighed as she explained.
Formless Poison. The Tang family's secret ultimate toxin—colorless, odorless, tasteless, intangible. It killed without detection, leaving no toxic residue, making poisoning impossible to diagnose postmortem.
Yet.
His disciples had discerned it. Their master had taught them the telltale signs on a Formless Poison victim's corpse: organs and viscera utterly ruined, meridians and vessels frayed. Like a body shredded from within by penetrating force.
Only one suspect fit: Poison King Dang Mu-ak, then Tang patriarch, the sole wielder of Formless Poison.
"P-Poison King?"
"...Sichuan Tang family, no less, and the Poison King."
Stunned by the bombshell, Jang Il and Bang So-un exchanged shocked glances. Who was the Poison King? A near-Ten Absolutes supreme master. He could crush the current Golden Dragon Battlefield single-handedly. Even without him, a Five Great Families giant like the Tangs could squash it with a sneeze.
Such was the gulf between Golden Dragon Battlefield and a prestigious superpower.
"Intriguing."
But Bang So-un soon wore a fascinated smile. A force he'd clash with eventually—and its former patriarch had committed such filth. Orthodox sects weren't beacons of justice, after all. He and his crew were "righteous" too, yet chased base desires. The world worked that way.
Still.
'This could prove useful.'
Bang So-un's eyes sharpened. Not immediately, but someday, a weapon against the Tangs.
"M-Master, why that face...?"
Un Jung-seon looked puzzled; her master—the victim—seemed oblivious.
"Continue, disciple."
"Huh?"
"The shock left my memories fragmented. I need the full details."
"Ah... I see. How tragic..."
Un Jung-seon's face fell in sympathy. Hypnosis amplified it, but her ironclad faith in her master shone through.
"Then about the true mastermind behind it all..."
"Yes, explain."
"Yes, Master."
Un Jung-seon began.
Mo Yong-ryeo, once famed as the flower among flowers. Countless noble heirs wooed her unmatched beauty, but she rejected them all. Her heart belonged to another.
"...Me?"
"Yes."
It started when Yu Baek-gi, passing by, saved the venom-struck Mo Yong-ryeo. From that first encounter, she fell hard, pursuing him relentlessly.
"Relentlessly, yes."
Ordinary courtship failing, she wheedled, wept, even threatened suicide if he spurned her. But.
Yu Baek-gi stood unmoved as a boulder. Vowed to heaven and earth to live solely for medicine, he never glanced at women. No wonder he'd died a lifelong bachelor.
"In the end, as her marriageable age waned, she gave up."
She chose the newly ascended Tang patriarch, Dang Mu-ak—one of her ardent suitors. He knew her history with Yu Baek-gi but feigned ignorance for the marriage. I'm the final victor, he'd thought.
But.
"She never forgot Master. It was a political match anyway—no love involved."
Even as another man's wife, Mo Yong-ryeo couldn't stay away, visiting Yu Baek-gi under pretexts of treating chronic ills. Dang Mu-ak saw through it. Yet he endured. With children born and the world viewing him as life's winner with a peerless beauty, he couldn't bear pitying gazes.
Yu Baek-gi faced the same dilemma, silently relocating far from Sichuan Tang—too distant for convenient "treatment" visits.
"That bred resentment."
No prior word fueled it. Over decades, it festered rather than faded. Dang Mu-ak's grudge ran deep.
And.
"That's when it exploded."
Years later, Master returned broken, riddled with disguise wounds hiding Formless Poison traces—and one more clue.
A special scented powder.
"Scented powder?"
Bang So-un narrowed his eyes.
"Yes, her scent. Unforgettable—unique."
Made from Frost Ice Flowers native to the far north. Un Jung-seon didn't know, but it was favored by Moyong family women in Yonyeong—unfamiliar to central plains ladies.
"Hmm, I see."
Bang So-un nodded, piecing it together. Unable to possess him forever? Better to claim his life as the first woman to do so. Twisted love could warp into murderous obsession. Easy to grasp if you imagined a stalker man killing his fixation—same psychology, different gender.
'Note this too.'
Use anything usable. The weak's iron rule. Bang So-un knew it well.
"...Master."
"I'm no man to endure in silence."
"Th-that means...?"
"Someday, opportunity will come."
"Ahh, as expected of Master!"
...Un Jung-seon, aflame with vengeance, arbitrarily recast her master's personality to match.
"Anyway, disciple."
"Ah, y-yes!"
"Now, let's see that pussy."
"......"
"Show it."
"Eek!"
Master's word was absolute. And this suffering master, plagued by side effects—poor man. Duty as disciple demanded obedience, shame or no.
This wasn't sex. It was treatment. A physician's duty.
"U-um... Y-yes, understood..."
Un Jung-seon shyly slipped off her lower garments. Soon in her undergarments. She hesitated, but Master's piercing gaze spurred her on.
Swish.
Her undergarments fell too, fully baring her plump pussy mound.
"Good girl, disciple. Now, shall we savor our cute disciple's pussy?"
"Hiiik...! M-Master?! J-just a moment to prepare my heaaaart...!"