I Spent One Night with the Terminally Ill Daughter of the World’s Greatest Warrior

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Yu Giyeon is a delusional patient.

Her father, Yu Gwain, tried to persuade such a daughter, but he failed.

As a father with a daughter suffering from the same Sickness of Absolute Meridians, he appealed to emotions.

-What a pitiful and unfortunate situation!

Seeing the unfortunate circumstance of the Purple Sword Gate, the Mo Yong Family decided to show compassion and continue treating Yu Giyeon within their premises.

This decision involved sympathy for Yu Giyeon, but it also included measures to keep the side effects of the Extreme Yang Reversal treatment a secret.

Yu Giyeon is a woman.

A woman has aspects that must be cared for by a woman, and it wouldn’t do to impose too much on the Mo Yong Family.

Therefore, as long as the Mo Yong Family permits, some women from the Purple Sword Gate would be called to look after Yu Giyeon and help her recover from her delusions.

It would be nice to stay in the Medical Hall’s patient room, but otherwise, a separate outer court or guest room would also be acceptable.

Thus, one by one, the forces of the Purple Sword Gate would infiltrate the Mo Yong Family.

Of course, they would be under surveillance by the Mo Yong Family, but as long as they could get in, there would be opportunities to act.

Whether it was stealing the manufacturing method of the Extreme Yang Reversal from Physician Seok Muwol, or sneaking away some of the manufactured Extreme Yang Reversal, or even kidnapping the very Physician Seok Muwol himself.

Though it was truly a shabby and lowly method, there was one blind spot in their planning and their ‘attempts.’

‘They surely don’t think every conversation in the Medical Hall would reach the Sword Saint’s ears.’

Both Yu Gwain and Yu Giyeon devised various plans, disguised as ‘delusions,’ while the Sword Saint was fully aware.

I understand.

They must have been very careful in their conversation, likely plotting quietly where there were no others.

They probably never imagined the Sword Saint could hear from a distance.

Due to some bias.

‘They couldn’t possibly imagine that their daughter was groping around with a man in the Medical Hall would be overheard.’

Seeing me and Mo Yongseol express our love in the Medical Hall, they felt at ease.

-This is a place where the Sword Saint’s eyes and ears cannot reach!

I get it.

Everyone can’t help but think that way.

Surely, they wouldn’t think I and Mo Yongseol would express our love for each other with words, actions, and even physically, whether the Sword Saint was watching or listening.

‘It’s just inevitable at this point.’

The Mo Yong Family is the domain of Mo Yongcheon.

In this place, where the Sword Saint doesn’t recognize, it can only be a place the Sword Saint ‘ignores.’

Even if they intentionally keep their distance, if they pay attention at all, it could be noted from over a hundred paces away with the Seven Star Sword’s detection technique.

While I was making noises with Mo Yongseol on the third floor, they likely thought that the Sword Saint had not heard the plotting below.

But what can be done?

The Sword Saint is the greatest in the world, not an ordinary person.

-The Purple Sword Gate truly thanks the Mo Yong Family for their decisive action.

After the Mo Yong Family decided to show mercy, the next day arrived.

Today.

People from the Purple Sword Gate have arrived.

* * *

[Morning, Medical Hall, Third Floor.]

“Is that them?”

Women dressed in unusual garments were quietly lined up outside the Medical Hall.

In the Central Plains, such attire is rarely seen—specifically, women dressed in clothing that doesn’t conform to the more reserved fashion usually favored in the White Path of the Martial World.

“Is that what’s called a ‘Changshan’?”

“They say it’s a trend in the capital.”

Unlike the traditional martial attire Mo Yongseol is wearing, this clothing clings tightly to the body.

The beautiful women seem to have a blatant intent to prominently display their sexual allure by showing off the lines of the clothes they’re wearing.

“Physician, do you like such clothing?”

“It’s not that I like it, but the intent is so obvious that it makes me frown.”

“Wouldn’t you frown just to see better?”

“Maybe a bit of that too.”

“…Physician?”

At my words, Mo Yongseol approached from behind, wrapping my arm while looking out the window.

“You’re not thinking of bestowing your vital energy onto them, are you? Or do you have a woman you fancy? Something like that, right? Huh?”

“The delusions are not Yu Giyeon’s, but this person’s.”

I turned my body and hugged Mo Yongseol, leaning our faces together while pointing out the window.

“See that woman leading the line there?”

“Uh, um…”

As I asked while pressing our cheeks together, Mo Yongseol hesitantly glanced away and nodded in the direction I pointed.

“That woman?”

“Indeed.”

“…Huh?”

“She’s a member of the Demon Cult.”

At the mention of the Demon Cult, Mo Yongseol’s expression hardened.

“No way…”

“I know her face. To be exact, I know her as someone whom I treated when I was in the Demon Cult, a girl among orphans I cared for.”

I pointed to the part of the Changshan worn by the woman corresponding to Jamdok, revealing the thigh up to the side that I had sewn up with a needle and thread.

“Of all things, it’s quite visible since it’s a wound I stitched.”

“…Is there nothing else visible?”

“Again, again.”

*Slap.*

“Ahh!?”

“If you keep getting jealous and envious like that, I’ll have to resort to my last resort too.”

“I haven’t even been spanked by my father…! Is that really the last resort?”

“No.”

I pointed to the woman wearing the shortest garment among the women in their Changshans.

“I’ll somehow get that and have you wear it.”

“……!!”

“If you wear it, it will be so tight that it’ll seem like it’s about to burst.”

“No, no way…!”

“Only in my room will you be allowed to wear it, so only I can see and enjoy it.”

“……Really.”

Mo Yongseol looked back and forth between me and the Changshan a few times, then smiled bashfully with half-closed eyes.

“If that’s the case, then it’s something I can gladly do, even without that last resort?”

“…Is that so?”

“Of course. You’re my physician. It’s not like I’ll show it to anyone else… But.”

Mo Yongseol slowly directed her hand, which reached behind my back, downwards, as if petting.

“Do you know the family motto of the Mo Yong Family?”

“How could the son-in-law of the Mo Yong Family head not know the family motto? What has been taken must be repaid. Fivefold for what is received.”

“The fact that you so carelessly spanked a woman means you intend to receive the same in return, right?”

“……I don’t think I intended to spank.”

“Hmm.”

Mo Yongseol licked her lips and pointed down.

“When Uncle Mo Yongsan finishes ‘testing’ you, let’s see together who gets taken into the Medical Hall. Like this.”

“…They’ll notice.”

“It’s planned for them to notice.”

Bound tightly by Mo Yongseol, I had no means to resist.

After all, later, I could just seek revenge by gripping something else tightly.

* * *

A moment later.

“Nice to meet you all. Welcome to the Medical Hall of the Mo Yong Family.”

The woman pressed against me in the examination room greeted the women from the Purple Sword Gate who entered, smiling softly.

“Meet Mo Yong Soja.”

“Congratulations on your recovery.”

The women respectfully saluted Mo Yongseol, and soon began exchanging glances.

They must be thinking something like this.

Am I right?

Aren’t I?

Incredible.

‘All these women are martial artists.’

The women who came to care for Yu Giyeon were all martial artists.

I already knew about Jamdok’s presence, but it was still disheartening to think they had chosen to send women who would openly notice Mo Yongseol’s discreet gestures.

“So, who sent you here?”

“Lady Yu Giyeon’s fiancé and the Great Hero Yu Gwain, the head of the Purple Sword Gate.”

“A fiancé. So, he’s the one who performed ‘futile treatments’ on Yu Giyeon?”

“That is correct, physician.”

Upon stating ‘futile treatment,’ the expressions of the Purple Sword Gate women briefly hardened.

It wasn’t merely a displeasure at the physician’s sharp voice.

‘Martial artists tend to judge by the standards of martial arts.’

The annoyance and anger displayed when a superior is insulted.

Especially since it was a physician who, at first glance, seemed powerless but had some ability in medicine, while being silently ridiculed by the superior woman under her influence—how could they not feel displeased?

“Before coming to the Medical Hall, you likely heard some discussions, but you are to remain on the second floor of this Medical Hall and dedicate yourselves to serving Young Lady Yu Giyeon.”

“Understood, physician.”

“What you must keep in mind is to never come up to the third floor. This third floor is the space for me and Mo Yong Soja, and even in our absence, you must never come up here.”

“Understood, physician.”

“Then before you leave…”

I deliberately cast a sticky look over the women of the Purple Sword Gate.

Following the lines of their bodies, I intentionally avoided looking in their eyes, merely scanning their bodies as I licked my lips.

*Clap, clap, clap.*

Mo Yongseol signaled with her fingers.

The meaning conveyed through our prearranged signals was singular.

-They are all smiling. The physician is showing his interest as a man.

It seemed they believed their beauty strategy was rather effective.

Without considering that I was deliberately leaving an opening for a slight reaction, they drew their arms and crossed their legs, subtly flaunting their bosoms and body lines.

“You.”

I pointed to the one among them who was giving me the most passionate gaze.

“You stay, and the rest head down.”

A beauty with black hair and slightly purplish eyes.

Her outfit is somewhat revealing, yet if she were to dress up like the lady from a privileged family, she’d likely possess elegance rivaling Mo Yongseol.

“Understood.”

The other caregivers shot glances at the woman whom I had chosen, but by my gesture, they had no choice but to quietly head downstairs.

“…….”

The silent woman.

She continued to alternate her gaze between me and Mo Yongseol, swallowing her saliva.

“Um…”

“Mo Yong Soja. Go ahead.”

The moment my command fell, Mo Yongseol dashed forward.

“!!”

The woman immediately tried to move her hand to evade Mo Yongseol’s attack, but—

*Bang!*

Mo Yongseol struck the woman’s wrist while applying her bindings and, in an instant, turned around to grip her neck with one hand and restrained her.

“Ugh, agh…?!”

In a split second.

While I successfully subdued the woman of the Purple Sword Gate before she could even manage a proper sound, I promptly withdrew a needle and swiftly pricked the woman’s blood.

“!!”

The woman froze instantly.

Though Mo Yongseol subtly released her hand from the side, the woman remained unable to resist, her body embedded with needles in various places.

“I’ve blocked the flow of your blood. You won’t be able to move, so do not try to exert any martial power unnecessarily.”

“……!!”

“Merely, I’m here to inquire why a disciple of the Poison Demon made it in this far.”

“…Poison Demon?”

Mo Yongseol pointed at the woman with a stiff face.

“A disciple of the Poison Demon…?”

“Fear not. In fact, I’m the one who’s uneasy.”

“No, what? Yes?”

“I’ll introduce you. Among the ‘Jamdok,’ she is the only one I can truly trust.”

I instantly relaxed upon seeing her.

If she were another Jamdok, she would’ve likely become a ‘test subject’ here.

“Uh…”

Just as Mo Yongseol was about to reach out toward the woman in surprise—

“Stop.”

I grabbed Mo Yongseol’s wrist.

“Do not touch. It’s dangerous.”

“Is it because she’s a disciple of the Poison Demon?”

“No. This woman…”

Only I knew the woman’s name and nature.

“She likes women.”

“……What?”

“It’s been a long time, Dang Yu-ri.”

“……..”

Dang Yu-ri.

An abandoned orphan from the Dang family in Sichuan, she is a disciple of the Poison Demon, one of the Ten Guardians of the Demon Cult and the one who survived to the end.

“Mo Yongseol is my partner, so if you touch her, I’ll kill you.”

“…Tch.”

Maybe I pressed the needle too lightly this time.

“……I wouldn’t know for certain, would I?”

Seeing how her body remained stiff but spoke while removing the pressure from my control, she appeared to have increased her skills significantly since three years ago.

“I could love you even more.”

“You seem really eager to die.”

“Uh, um, well…?”

Mo Yongseol retreated from Dang Yu-ri, promptly hiding behind me.

“…Are you saying that you’re aiming for me?”

“Just joking.”

Dang Yu-ri closed her eyes.

“Of course.”

*Smirk.*

“I know a game that can be enjoyed among beautiful women. If Mo Yong Soja desires… Ah, ahh, no, stop…! Th-there…!”

I continued to stab her with needles all over.

Though she could speak, I ensured she couldn’t exert any martial energy more firmly.

“Pardon me.”

Mo Yongseol bowed slightly to Dang Yu-ri.

“It’s only the physician who can enjoy something from me.”

“…….”

Dang Yu-ri wore a face like someone who had just been rejected immediately after the first confession, glancing with a sad expression.