The Difference Between the Sun and the Moon
"……I'm sorry, my disciple."
"Wh-what are you saying, Master? You saved my life……."
He had saved her, sure. But she'd nearly kicked the bucket again because of it. A death from overexcitement, no less. Her body, freshly recovered from qi deviation, had taken a full barrage of Female Body Ravaging Acupuncture straight to the clit. The sudden surge of near-peak ecstasy had overwhelmed her weakened frame.
……Her heart had actually stopped. She'd crossed the River of Three Roads and come back.
But just before she could suffer the ultimate humiliation of dying mid-orgasm like some pathetic slut, her master had pulled her back. Panicking at the sight of her breath stopping, he'd jammed a bunch of needles into her pussy as shock therapy. That jolt had restarted her heart, or so he'd said.
What the hell kind of mess was this…….
"Disciple."
"Wh-why do you keep saying things I can't bear……."
Un Jung-seon looked on the verge of tears. She felt awful. She'd failed to live up to her master's expectations, passing out like that. And not just passing out—she'd straight-up died and come back. This wasn't just failing; she'd become dead weight.
"My disciple."
"Y-yes…… Master."
"Fix your clothes first."
"Ah…… yes."
Her master's mood seemed ruined. No surprise there—after that fiasco, any man would lose his steam.
As she glumly straightened her robes, she noticed the puddle of her juices soaking the floor. Must've squirted right before blacking out. Her face burned red. Mortified, she hurriedly wiped it up with her hem, then slipped her undergarments and pants back on.
"Disciple, I'm truly sorry."
Bang So-un apologized again, and he meant it. He'd nearly killed her with a careless needle. He didn't care how roughly he played with women, but taking a life was another matter. He wasn't some psycho who got off on murder.
Besides, she was precious for his grand plans ahead. It had been a close call, and it rattled him.
"N-no, Master…… If anything, I'm the worthless disciple who couldn't even satisfy your cock properly……."
Un Jung-seon bowed her head deeply.
"No. Helping me isn't just about sex. We can do that later."
"……Master."
What a compassionate master. Her chest swelled with emotion.
"I'll have many favors to ask of you going forward."
"Anything you say, Master."
"Do you know how to make spirit elixirs?"
"Of course, Master. You mean the Jade Soul Pill, right?"
"Ahem, I don't remember, but that sounds right. Probably the most effective one, yeah?"
"Yes, since it contains your pure essence, it's undoubtedly the finest elixir."
"Heh."
Bang So-un's eyes gleamed with excitement. Jang Il's did too.
Martial artists went mad for spirit elixirs—it was in their blood. Third-raters especially. Snag a good one, and your internal energy could skyrocket, changing your life overnight.
For Jang Il, it was crucial. Internal energy directly boosted his hypnosis power.
Yet he'd held off eating any. Not for lack of money—the Golden Dragon Battlefield had plenty. No, he waited for the real deal. Common wisdom in the jianghu: low-grade elixirs build tolerance, reducing the effect of better ones later. So you saved the best for first.
And now, it had arrived.
"Heh heh heh."
Jang Il couldn't hold back a delighted chuckle.
"H-how does that Jade Soul Pill compare to the Great Reversion Pill, Purple Spirit Pill, or Supreme Azure Pill?"
Bang So-un licked his lips as he asked. The Shaolin's Great Reversion Pill, Huashan's Purple Spirit Pill, Wudang's Supreme Azure Pill—all top-tier elixirs any martial artist dreamed of.
But.
"How could it even compare? It's like the sun versus the moon."
"Wh-which is the sun?"
"Your elixir, Master, of course."
Un Jung-seon declared it firmly.
"Oho, really?"
"Whoa!"
Bang So-un and Jang Il shouted in unison, thrilled.
Superior even to those legendary elixirs? Jackpot. Goodbye, third-rate days.
"D-do you have any on hand?"
"Ah, no. You never even made a single one yourself, Master……."
"What? Why?"
"Yes, you said it could spark bloody chaos, so you avoided even mentioning it."
"I see."
The Absolute Divine Doctor indeed. Wise even in caution. An elixir from him would drive the entire martial world mad—people would kill for it.
Yet such a sage had died pointlessly over one obsessive woman. The world was unpredictable.
"Fine. Can't be helped if there are none. Then make two…… no, as many as possible from now on."
One for him, one for Jang Il. The rest for useful slaves, boosting their value.
"Gasp, that's……."
Un Jung-seon looked troubled.
"What's wrong?"
"……We only have enough ingredients for two pills."
"I'll get more."
"We can't. It requires Millennium Ice Crystal…… and you brought back two, saying they were the last."
"Millennium Ice Crystal, huh?"
Bang So-un knew of it. The sacred treasure of the mysterious Ice Palace far in the north. Formed once every millennium in a sunless underground chamber, this ultimate yin crystal skyrocketed ice arts when consumed. Reserved solely for the next Little Palace Lord.
No one would leak such a treasure outside.
"……How'd I get it?"
"You cured the Palace Lord's twin children of a congenital terminal illness."
"Ah, got it."
That explained the rumors of her cherished twins. They'd survived thanks to the Absolute Divine Doctor.
Two pills for two kids. Simple math.
An outsider scoring Millennium Ice Crystals? The man was a legend.
No helping it, then. At least they had materials for two.
"Make those two, then."
"Leave it to me, Master."
One matter settled. Time for the pressing issue.
"Disciple."
"Yes, Master."
"Know there's a killer ghost outside right now?"
"A k-killer ghost?"
"Yeah. Calls himself the Soul-Chasing Death Ghost."
"Ah…… I've heard of him. The one who killed a thousand……."
Un Jung-seon hadn't noticed Ak Bul-beom outside. The maid hadn't relayed the message, as instructed.
"He's my enemy."
"What? You have another foe?"
Her eyes widened in surprise.
"Yes. So help me deal with him."
"Of course, gladly…… But how?"
"He's badly wounded right now."
"Ah, so that's why he came here."
"Right. But force won't work easily. He's too strong."
"Yes…… I've heard of his reputation."
"So we use another way."
Bang So-un chuckled. The trap for the Death Ghost was set—inescapable.
"What way?"
"Go out, check his pulse. We need his exact condition. Tell him the Golden Dragon Battlefield's lord called in the debt, so you had no choice."
"Yes, Master."
"But say you hate seeing his face twice, so his wife brings the medicine alone."
Separate Hwa-seon first. Prep her in advance. Lay the groundwork for fun later.
"Yes."
"Oh, and add a condition. Can't just give medicine to martial rabble. She paints one picture per dose. If not, tough luck—be firm."
Time was key too. Painting inside Cloud Middle Pavilion, away from prying eyes—perfect for hypnosis.
"Ah, yes. Got it, Master."
Un Jung-seon gazed at him with admiration for his meticulous plan. Whatever the details, it was foolproof. Her master never failed.
"Once she agrees, we're halfway there. We'll handle the rest. Just the medicine."
"You don't mean real medicine……?"
"Haha, maybe or maybe not. Can you make something that perks him up like a last burst of vitality while rotting him inside?"
"Possible."
Go-eui lived up to her name. Timid girl around her "master," but her medical skill outstripped the world's best physicians.
"Perfect. It won't backfire?"
"Not in a short time—even gods won't notice."
Confident in her specialty. Bang So-un patted her head approvingly.
"Hng…… hehe……."
Blushing like a schoolgirl. Adorable disciple.
Bang So-un smirked.
"Then that's the plan."