Chapter 85. Finally, we meet.

After returning from the Southern Ming Society, nothing significant happened, so I carefully observed the failed lives around me.

I am, after all, an expert in failed lives.

Hyuncheol is now in the Dragon Head Iron Shop. I recalled the Plum Blossom Sword Technique and this time requested that Hyuncheol forge a sword for me. Whether it will return as a proper sword or if Hyuncheol will also fail depends on Geumcheol-yong's life.

Heibaisu was sent to study at the Murong Clan.

If they grow into a proper female attendant, they will stay in the Murong Clan, and if they fail again, they will return to the Black Cat Sect.

In the sense of gathering failed lives, I am also an expert in failed lives.

Looking around outside, I saw Chae-sung-tae, who has been living a failed life for over twenty years, swinging his sword diligently.

His master, Ho-yeon-cheong, was a swordsman from a minor family but, due to me, he has failed even more and now stays as a guest in the Black Cat Sect. The failed master and the failed disciple were supporting each other. They both looked at me, and I nodded once.

"You've worked hard. Keep it up."

"Yes."

Chae-sung-tae and Ho-yeon-cheong slightly bowed to me and continued their training. Honestly, I don't think Chae-sung-tae will become a famous swordsman in the martial world just by doing this, but since one can never know, I plan to support him.

Xiao Junping was harshly training his subordinates, who were even more failed than Chae-sung-tae. I watched Xiao Junping with my arms crossed. Despite everything, our Three Hundred Armored Warriors, Xiao Junping, is a rare man of diligence in the black path. I thought about passing the Black Cat Sect to him in the future.

After all, I am the leader of the Haomen, so I can just delegate various responsibilities to my subordinates.

After watching a scene of failed lives, I also moved to the training ground.

I sat cross-legged under a plum tree that could never fail, as it blooms and withers. While occasionally hearing the painful groans of my subordinates, I closed my eyes, and a river-like peace found me.

The river-like peace and sea-like madness in my heart mixed and surged. Although nothing particularly infuriating happened today, I engraved the character for 'endurance' (忍) as if reciting a scripture.

'I must endure.'

"Lord Fang, it's Chief Bi. I have an urgent report."

I opened my eyes and looked at Chief Bi, who had been living a failed life in the black path for nearly fifty years, with a calm expression.

"What is it, our Great Military Advisor?"

I almost called him a failed life, but hastily corrected myself, which made me say something excessive.

"Great Military Advisor? That's too much praise. Hehe."

"Hmm."

"Lord Fang, we have finally found a man who looks very similar."

I was suddenly wide awake.

"Where?"

"The location is a bit dangerous. Do you know Bai Yingzhi (White Eagle Stop), where the young masters of the white path martial families often gather for socializing?"

"Yes, I do."

"He was spotted in the bustling area of Jialu (Street Tree). However, the man who went to investigate got caught while following him and was beaten up. He is now being treated by a nearby doctor and has returned late. He said his face was swollen and his right arm was broken."

"Truly remarkable how they found him."

"By combining your words, I instructed them to mainly investigate famous taverns within the white path where good-looking men often visit, and it paid off."

"Indeed, Chief Bi's instructions were very appropriate."

"Yes, but since it's just a man who looks similar, we need to confirm if it's really him. If it's troublesome for you, Lord Fang, I can send another agile person."

I shook my head.

"There's no need. If I get caught again, it won't just be a broken arm. I must avenge my subordinate for daring to hit him. What's the name of the subordinate with the broken arm?"

"They all call him Gongcheol."

"Gongcheol, I see."

Gongcheol is from a white path family and is originally a very skilled man. He has been practicing martial arts since he could walk, making him capable of overwhelming most black path experts. The position of Bright Left Envoy in the Devil Sect is not one that just anyone can attain. Regardless of his personality, he is a rare genius in martial arts.

I gave an order to Chief Bi.

"Prepare yourself."

"Please instruct me."

"Ask Gongcheol and prepare the white robe and martial clothes to match the local fashion."

"Yes."

"Send someone to the Murong Clan to request poison and antidotes from Mr. Murong Bai."

Chief Bi asked.

"Poison?"

"Ask for a laxative-like poison. Mr. Murong will understand. We need to be well-prepared just in case."

"Understood. I will prepare quickly."

With the battle with the Bright Left Envoy approaching, I closed my eyes again and entered a state of meditation to accumulate as much internal energy as possible before the confrontation.

I will either kill him or make him a subordinate. I have no intention of sending him to the Devil Sect.

If this fails and that fails, I will stomp on his manhood to make him a eunuch. At least this way, the women of the white path won't suffer. The women of the white path won't even know that I am changing their lives for the better. After completing one cycle of meditation, I stood up and muttered in a trance.

"I will make you a eunuch."

Chae-sung-tae, who was practicing kicks to the lower abdomen, opened his eyes wide and responded.

"Excuse me?"

"Shut up."

"Yes."

I started practicing kicks to the lower abdomen and punches to the lower abdomen, circling around the plum tree. As I practiced, Chae-sung-tai, who was resting, asked.

"Lord Men, what are you doing?"

"Shut up."

"Yes."

I demonstrated a divine technique, floating low in the air and striking the imaginary lower abdomen several times in a row before landing. Chae-sung-tae and Ho-yeon-cheong, standing nearby, applauded my Eunuch Divine Technique.

"Amazing."

"Good job."

I am a man who trains to make a normal man a eunuch.

* * *

Bai Yingzhi is named after a white eagle that once stayed there, but why people drink so much there is a mystery.

People's actions are often inexplicable. In any case, I came to a place where young talents of the white path gather to drink, meet partners, and fight, eventually ending their lives.

There are many pitiful people in the black path, but the white path is not much different.

Ambitious people read books or practice martial arts. Occasionally, there are those who are good at playing, drinking, and popular with women, yet are also strong in martial arts. Such people are just born that way.

The world is inherently unfair.

There were too many inns and taverns, so I wandered around the crowded ones. I pretended to look for a friend, observed, and entered gatherings as if I were part of them, then left as if I had come to the wrong place.

It might seem a bit ridiculous, but there was no other way.

After wandering through a few more inns and taverns, I was so hungry that I had to sit by the window on the second floor of the Thousand Winds Inn, where many martial artists come and go.

I can confidently say that I have more money than the rich young masters who frequent this place. I called a waiter and ordered the inn's signature meat and seafood dishes, as well as Doujiang wine, Bingtang noodles, sea cucumber (Jinhai mouse), tofu with chili, and dumplings.

It was a bit too much for one person.

However, a country bumpkin in the bustling area of the white path cannot afford to lose face.

I ate like a soldier on the battlefield, moving my chopsticks as the food came out. As it got darker, the lanterns in each shop illuminated the street. Indeed, the light that makes women's hearts flutter and the alluring light that makes the hearts of men like the Bright Left Envoy race.

The number of people increased as it got darker. The Thousand Winds Inn quickly filled up, and a few people who saw me sitting alone at a round table looked at me and then left.

As the seats became scarce and I was occupying one alone, they seemed to want to say something.

However, this is the territory of the white path.

Only those who maintain a certain level of decorum gather here, so there were no rowdy or intrusive people.

In any case, they are people who outwardly value etiquette, which is the white path.

Thanks to this, I could eat like a country bumpkin, a loner, or a show-off swordsman while observing the men and women in the inn.

Fortunately, the waiter often refilled my water and occasionally asked if I needed anything, so I signaled him over. The waiter approached and said.

"Yes, young master."

I took out a piece of silver from my sleeve and handed it to the waiter. The waiter skillfully pulled out a towel from his pocket, brought it to the table, and quickly pocketed the silver. His quick movements were like a swift sword technique.

The waiter wiped the edge of the table with the towel and muttered.

"Speak."

I unfolded the portrait I had taken out and showed the Bright Left Envoy's face.

"Do you know who this is?"

The waiter looked at the portrait, thought for a moment, and said while pouring me water.

"The troublemaker from the Meng family."

"The Storm Meng family?"

"Yes."

"What's his name?"

"I don't know exactly, but everyone calls him Meng Lang."

It sounded like a nickname or a childhood name, meaning "Meng family's wolf cub." I put the portrait back and asked the waiter one last question.

"Is he a bad guy?"

The waiter looked at me straight and answered firmly.

"Yes, young master, be careful. There's no one who can stand up to him."

I finished my meal. If the Envoy is from the Storm Meng family, there's no need to rush. The Storm Meng family, in short, is a family that once produced generals. They have now severed ties with the military and established themselves in the martial world. The current Storm Meng family is likely a branch, as the main family was destroyed long ago. This made me think that the Bright Left Envoy's family is likely the Storm Meng family.

I recalled the Bright Left Envoy's cold aura while drinking Doujiang wine.

How strong is he now?

Thanks to the Heavenly Jade and the return, I have become incredibly strong at an incredibly fast pace, but the young masters of the white path families have been practicing martial arts since they could walk, so they have dedicated at least fifteen years to martial arts.

The children of families that produced generals or high-ranking officials have immense pride. If he was treated as a bastard in such a family, his anger would have been even greater than others.

After finishing the Doujiang wine, I stood up and went down to the first floor.

Slightly tipsy, I wandered around the bustling Bai Yingzhi area and bought Bingtang to eat. I asked a street vendor where the Meng family was and watched the street performers for a while.

While aimlessly watching the performance, I scanned the crowd and noticed a strikingly handsome man and woman. They stood out so much that they didn't blend in with the crowd. They were watching the performance and chatting and laughing together. Just as I glanced at them, the man with the fan looked directly at me.

"..."

The good-looking man folded his fan and pointed at me with it, as if to say, "If you keep staring, you'll get in trouble." I could only see his face after he folded the fan.

I nodded as if I understood and smiled.

The young Bright Left Envoy was watching a performance with a beautiful woman. Even though I knew he was a womanizer, anger welled up inside me.

I was angry that he preys on women, and even more so that the women he meets are still so beautiful. I was angry that he hasn't been called a lecher yet, and even more so that he pointed at me with such arrogance.

The alcohol made me even angrier.

I glared at the Bright Left Envoy again and muttered to myself.

"For the white path..."

From today, I am temporarily a righteous hero.

For the Martial Alliance leader, for the innocent members, for the innocent women, for justice, for the pitiful men...

I pointed at the Bright Left Envoy standing on the opposite side with my finger, very arrogantly, without a word.

'I will castrate you.'

I have returned to the past to castrate the Bright Left Envoy. That is me.