The Daily Life of the Overlord Who Became the Former Patriarch

The fact that Hwangbo Mujin had suffered from qi deviation was treated as a top secret even within the Hwangbo Family Manor. The secluded residence where he stayed had been designated as a forbidden zone that no one could enter without a direct descendant, and the maids assigned there were strictly controlled so they could never leave.

A full month had passed since Hwangbo Mujin first took to his sickbed.

The Hwangbo Family Manor, once called second only to the Sichuan Tang Clan in its closed-off nature, had its main gate thrown wide open for once. Lavish palanquins—clear signs that people of high status had arrived—continued to stream inside the already bustling entrance where crowds had gathered.

“Aigoo, congratulations, Family Head!”

“Hahaha! True Warrior Jin, it’s been so long!”

Hwangbo Jun, the young patriarch—no, the newly appointed Family Head—greeted the endless stream of congratulations and shook hands with familiar faces.

After the Overlord Hwangbo Mujin had defeated the Blood Demon, the Hwangbo Family Manor had surpassed even the Namgung Clan—considered the greatest among the Five Great Families—and earned the title of the number one clan under the heavens. The news of Hwangbo Jun’s inauguration as Family Head had drawn massive crowds eager to leave their mark.

Just seeing renowned martial artists whose names alone drew gasps of awe, along with high-ranking officials known for their heavy backsides rarely leaving their posts, was enough to understand the current towering prestige of the Hwangbo Family Manor.

“I heard the Overlord of Tyranny has gone into seclusion? If I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠could even catch a brief glimpse of his revered face, it would be an honor for a lifetime…”

“Haha, Lord Cheon, didn’t you meet him before? My father said there is no longer anyone in the world who can match him, so he passed the position of Family Head to me and withdrew from public life. He declared he would no longer step forward. It will be difficult to see him from now on.”

“How could seeing him before compare to now? Hehehe, after all, he is the greatest under heaven of this generation. Still, it’s a shame we cannot meet him.”

“That is true. Even I knew my father was strong, but I never realized just how strong. Thank you for coming to congratulate me. There are many delicious dishes prepared, so please enjoy yourself at your leisure.”

Hwangbo Jun smiled brightly as he moved past Lord Cheon, who looked visibly disappointed. When he glanced around, he saw everyone carefully watching where he would walk next. A chuckle escaped him.

Father, I am forty-five years old. The only reason I remained the young patriarch at this age was because there was no one else around me.

There was a time when he had even resented his father for holding the position too long. It had been an unbearably long wait. It felt… truly, truly good. Father. So please rest comfortably in that place.

Hwangbo Jun could not hide the grin stretching across his face and burst into loud laughter.

“Haha, hahahahaha!”

Deep within the Hwangbo Family Manor lay the secluded residence. Recently redesignated as a forbidden zone, this place—where the retired Hwangbo Mujin now lived—was called Mujingak.

On the bed inside lay an old man with a sickly complexion, looking utterly lonely.

“Ugh… aaah……”

Even at over seventy years old, Hwangbo Mujin had once possessed a sturdier build than most young men. Now he looked far thinner than he had a month ago. The visits from his sons, which had once come daily, had stretched to every other day, then every three days. Now they barely came once a week. Once they realized his condition was beyond recovery, they gradually stopped coming altogether.

Still, they could not completely abandon the greatest elder of the family. In place of his increasingly absent sons, his first and second daughters-in-law took turns bringing him meals. Sometimes his granddaughters would bring food as well. Even those visits were growing rarer, which left him somewhat bitter, yet he also felt relieved that his daughters-in-law would see less of his undignified state.

Just yesterday, late at night when everyone was asleep, his second son Hwangbo Jin had come to his quarters.

“Why did it have to turn out like this! You should have named a successor before going after the Blood Demon!! How could you not have known it would end up like this? Why! Why!!”

He had shaken the arm of the helplessly bedridden Hwangbo Mujin while pouring out bitter resentment, but the old man could only twitch his trembling lips without uttering a single word.

For nearly a month—during the period when visits had grown scarce—his sons had gathered the elders who supported them and waged a bloodless war over who would inherit the position of Family Head. The victor of that war had been the eldest, Hwangbo Jun.

And today was the very day of the inauguration ceremony. It was also the day he himself would become the former patriarch.

“Ugh… huu……”

Jun-ah, congratulations. Though I could not hand it to you myself, I raised the Hwangbo Family Manor to become the greatest clan under heaven… As a father who was once the Family Head, I believe I have fulfilled my duty.

Hwangbo Mujin mumbled words that sounded like the babbling of a senile old man—words no one could understand—and stared blankly at the ceiling.

As his illness deepened, the heart of the old man who had once been as iron-willed as tempered steel gradually grew softer. Many thoughts rose to the surface, and countless regrets piled up. Life is fleeting. Those words rang painfully true.

The man who had once rampaged across the world thinking it was too small now found himself staring at nothing but a tiny ceiling. A man he had once known, called the Divine Physician of the previous generation, had said something like this: When people receive a shock too great to accept, they go through five stages before facing reality. He had said it while watching a warrior who had lost the right arm most vital to a martial artist and was still denying reality.

That Divine Physician truly had an uncanny insight. Hwangbo Mujin had gone through the same process.

The changes Hwangbo Mujin had experienced over the past month were as follows.

Heh heh heh. Who would have thought I’d get qi deviation at this age and still try to live another year? Yes… I’ll be dying soon… soon…

Thinking this way somehow made his heart feel a little lighter. After passing through those four stages over the past month, he had finally reached the last stage of acceptance today.

With a much more peaceful expression, Hwangbo Mujin had closed his eyes when—

Creak…

The sound of the door opening reached his ears.

“Former Patriarch, sir… Somi is here……”

That’s right. From today onward, this body would no longer be called the Family Head, but the former patriarch.

Soft, soft footsteps approached. The girl’s name was Jin Somi. She was the personal maid assigned to him. Despite being twenty years old, she had an extremely youthful appearance. Her snow-white skin and rosy cheeks were striking, and she was a somewhat silly, innocent girl who knew little of the world.

“Hehe, I filled the bathtub with warm water. I even sprinkled flower petals in it……”

Ah… that’s right. Today was bath day. Damn it……

The old man’s face, which had been peaceful just moments ago, crumpled. Jin Somi lifted Hwangbo Mujin’s body with a strained grunt and carried him out of the room. Being cradled like a child in the arms of such a small, delicate girl who looked like she could barely support herself… there was no sight more miserable.

Splash, splash—

Inside a massive wooden bathtub filled with warm water and scattered flower petals, an elderly old man and a twenty-year-old young woman sat together.

Jin Somi tilted a small bucket and poured warm water over the old man’s body.

“Hehe— it feels so nice… I get to bathe in such a luxurious place. It’s all thanks to you, Former Patriarch.”

This girl truly loved soaking in the tub. While other maids would wash their charges from outside the bath, Somi always climbed in with him. The flower petals floating on the water’s surface were also her preference. What kind of man took a flower-petal bath?

A real man was supposed to dump a bucket of cold water over his head and laugh heartily—Uhuh, uhuhuhu!—while washing.

“Haa… it’s so warm and cozy. I feel like all my fatigue is melting away. Doesn’t it feel good for you too, Former Patriarch?”

Swish… scrub, scrub…

Jin Somi’s small, white hands gently rubbed every part of the old man’s body as she washed him. Her touch was so soft and supple that one might wonder if there were even bones beneath her skin.

His body, which had been facing away from her, was turned around. Her gentle hands moved across his shoulders and chest. As Hwangbo Mujin’s eyelids trembled uncontrollably, the girl’s front came fully into view.

She wore only a thin, pale pink undergarment that barely covered her upper and lower body. The wet fabric clung tightly to her plump breasts, clearly revealing their round shape. At the center of those prominent outlines were small, round, deep pink spots. One could guess that the color of this girl’s nipples was an even richer pink than her underclothes.

Being in the bath with a young woman at his age was nothing short of torture. Where was he supposed to look? This was truly……

“Ugh… aaah……”

Perhaps because ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠he had stared too long at what he shouldn’t, the sexual energy that had been quiet until now suddenly surged violently. Along with the trembling, veins bulged across his body. Blood rushed to his lower half, thickening the vessels as it rose.

Throb!

An unintentional erection. This thing that rose without warning whenever his bloodlust flared had become a familiar sight to the maids.

“Aigoo… Former Patriarch, it’s happening again?”

The girl’s cheeks flushed slightly as she reached down into the bathtub ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and gently wrapped her hand around the old man’s thick member.