The Eunuch Regains His Manhood in the Second Round

7. A Man with a Good Body

When I turned my head, there was my senior brother with an awkward expression.

As soon as our eyes met, he slightly lowered his gaze.

His cheeks were flushed, perhaps due to the heat rising from the hearth.

Even though he already had a delicate and androgynous beauty and physique for a man, seeing him like this made me even more annoyed.

Is there a problem with his blood circulation? Why is he so flushed?

Could he really have seen it?

A chill ran down my spine.

A few seconds of silence passed between us.

Crackle, crackle.

The sound of the firewood burning in the hearth was unusually loud.

“I’ll prepare the meal! You can rest, junior!”

My senior brother said to me.

I wondered what he was hesitating to say, and it turned out to be that.

I let out a sigh of relief inwardly. He definitely didn’t see it earlier.

Anyway, he said he would prepare the meal.

It was a statement befitting Yujin Hwi, who was known as the greatest hero of the martial world, always acting with righteousness and unable to tolerate injustice.

His eyes sparkled in the light of the hearth.

Seeing him like this gave me a headache.

Of course, I shouldn’t accept his offer.

After all, I am the youngest member of the sect.

It is unthinkable to push the tasks of the youngest onto the senior brother.

In this harsh and ruthless martial world, where absurdities are rampant, surviving is impossible if you don’t even follow the basic rules of hierarchy.

Of course, my naive senior brother must have made the offer out of pure goodwill, but that makes it even more problematic.

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The personality of Jeon Young, the Demonic Swordsman I encountered in my previous life, was truly rigid and old-fashioned, like a picture-perfect noble sect member.

In a word, he was a stickler.

But if I took his words literally and let him rest while I did the chores, what would that stubborn master think of me?

He would think the hierarchy of the sect had collapsed.

Just imagining it is horrifying.

“I will take care of these chores as the youngest member of the sect, so you can rest, senior brother. This will not disrupt the hierarchy of the sect.”

I gently declined his offer.

“…Alright, junior brother. Then it’s okay if I help you, right?”

But the senior brother still didn’t back down.

Isn’t it normal to be happy when you’re told to take a break?

Why is he acting like this?

Swoosh.

He approached me.

The familiar scent of wildflowers brushed past my nose.

Damn it.

Why does a man smell like that?

Feeling strange as our eyes continued to meet, I took half a step back from him and said,

“That’s fine.”

Anyway, he didn’t seem like he would back down no matter what I said.

Working together should be fine.

“Alright, junior brother. I’ll show you how it’s done, so follow along.”

I had no idea what he was going to demonstrate, but I watched him cook rice while I chopped wild vegetables with a knife and cutting board.

Chop chop chop chop.

The senior brother’s eyes widened as he watched me skillfully chop the vegetables on the cutting board.

Regardless, I used my past experience of living alone and my early days as a low-ranking agent to skillfully prepare the vegetables and side dishes.

The side dishes were nothing more than stir-fried vegetables commonly known as japchae and vegetable soup.

“Wow, junior brother. Amazing. You seem to be better at this than me.”

The senior brother, who was cooking rice beside me, admired my cooking skills.

“It’s not a great skill. It’s just a small trick I learned while wandering the central plains after losing my parents at a young age.”

“Oh, I’m sorry… I brought up your painful memories again…”

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As soon as we talked about losing our parents, my senior brother shrank back again.

There was a subtle amusement in seeing him like that.

Amusement?

I must be going crazy.

“It’s okay. It’s all done now.”

Tap, tap.

I neatly placed the side dishes in the bowl and set them on the table, then dusted off my hands.

“I’m done too.”

My senior brother placed the steaming white rice in a bowl and set it on the table.

I lifted the fully set table.

Growl.

Maybe because I had been working since dawn, my stomach sent a signal asking for food.

“Hehehe.”

For some reason, my senior brother burst into laughter when he heard my stomach growl.

Well, when you’re young, even the sound of falling leaves can make you laugh. But I don’t really want to hear a man’s laughter.

Thinking that, I headed to Master’s quarters, Hyuncheon Palace, with my senior brother.

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After waking Master with my senior brother and finishing breakfast, I finally started my formal martial arts training after doing the dishes.

“Martial arts are most powerful when internal and external skills are in harmony. Therefore, to become a strong warrior, you must first cultivate basic physical abilities. Since martial arts are ultimately performed with the body, it’s natural that someone with stronger innate strength and better physical training will have the advantage at the same level.”

The grand training ground of the Joint Sect.

In a place where dust scattered between the cracked blue stone floors, I listened to Jeon Young’s martial arts lecture.

His words were extremely reasonable.

Even in a medieval martial arts world where internal energy existed, martial arts were still performed by the human body.

Naturally, at the same level, the one with stronger physical abilities had a significant advantage.

Even if they performed the same level of martial arts, a muscle-bound person was usually stronger than an ordinary person.

Therefore, prestigious sects never neglect external training.

Even in my past life, I had reached the Hyungyeong level, hoping that overcoming my impotence would lead to a transformation.

I was well aware of the importance of external training that Jeon Young emphasized.

“Therefore, before entering internal training, it’s important to first create the optimal body for learning martial arts through external training. A solid foundation will make it easier to reach higher levels later. So from today, Cheolsu, you will start external training. Begin with the horse stance.”

Jeon Young instructed me to take the horse stance.

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“Understood, Master.”

I obediently followed my master’s instructions and assumed the horse stance.

Horse stance.

It’s a posture similar to sitting on an invisible chair, but for someone like me, who has no internal energy and the body of a young child, it was a difficult stance to maintain for long.

How long had I been in the horse stance? My arms and legs were already trembling.

“Then I will guide your senior brother, so don’t slack off. If you slack off, I’ll extend your horse stance time accordingly.”

Jeon Young said this as he turned his back.

Even if he hadn’t said that, I had no intention of slacking off.

It wasn’t because external training is the foundation of all martial arts.

Of course, it would be nice to become stronger in martial arts, but having reached the level of Hyungyeong in my previous life, I was confident I could reach the pinnacle without such external training.

Yet, there was one reason I was engaging in this brute-force external training.

“Men with good bodies are popular!”

In this world, there is no plastic surgery, the pinnacle of modern medicine.

Therefore, there was no way to fix my face, which was significantly inferior compared to my senior brother Yoo Jin-hwi.

There were disguise techniques like reverse usage or human skin masks, but they were all temporary measures.

This cursed face was a heavenly punishment that could never be fixed in the medieval martial arts world.

This face wouldn’t do.

Even if I were alone, it wouldn’t matter, but wasn’t my senior brother by my side?

In the future, to avoid the troubles of being too handsome, he would walk around with his face covered by a hat with a net, a man of great spirit and a peerless beauty with a face like jade.

If I were next to such a senior brother, even if I became a hero of the martial world, there was a terrible possibility that beauties wouldn’t even glance at me.

“That can’t happen.”

It was literally a man’s life regained after dying once.

Unlike my previous life, my lower body was intact, and I couldn’t spend my life alone because of my senior brother.

But since I couldn’t fix the face I was born with, the only thing left was physical training.

Unlike a face that couldn’t be fixed no matter what, muscles could be sufficiently developed depending on my efforts.

No woman ever disliked muscles.

Chocolate-like abs! If I developed muscles so impressive and attractive that even men would admire them, becoming a hunk.

If I transformed into a rough and wild beast-man with such charm.

Then, the women of the martial world might also fall for my solid muscles and court me.

Moreover, Sword Saint Yoo Jin-hwi had a slender and androgynous physique even in his previous life.

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Of course, my face was cheat-code level, but still, if I could build a manly, robust physique, I could differentiate myself from him.

I envisioned my future self, a muscular alpha male, training my body in my mind.

‘Oh my! This nobleman! Those solid muscles…!’

‘Hohoho! This nobleman! Your body is truly impressive!’

‘While I like Young Master Yu, I find this nobleman’s solid body more to my taste.’

I could almost see the breathtaking beauties before me, their eyes sparkling and faces flushed as they gazed at my broad chest and abs.

Moreover, the benefits of being fit didn’t end there.

To enjoy the pleasures of the night for a long time, one must first have a strong foundation.

It wasn’t enough to just be well-endowed down there.

One needed good stamina to keep a woman entertained in bed for an extended period, right?

Thus, for my ultimate ambition of indulging in the pleasures of the three wives and the lush forest, training my external skills was essential.

‘Moreover, the benefits of the horse stance don’t end there.’

In the medieval martial world, the horse stance (馬步) could be interpreted in modern terms as lower body training.

And the most crucial aspect of indulging in pleasures was a strong lower body and waist.

The stronger the lower body and waist, the more stamina one had in bed, allowing for longer moments of love. Additionally, the production of male hormones would be stimulated, increasing vitality.

So, consistently training my lower body, waist, and basic stamina through the horse stance every day was the shortcut to achieving the ultimate state of pleasure I desired.

The state of pleasure isn’t achieved overnight.

Thus, for me, the horse stance was akin to a secret technique.

“Hehehe…”

Drip, drip, drip.

Though I was drenched in cold sweat from holding the horse stance for so long, my legs trembling and my body exhausted, a smile naturally crept onto my face.

Even if my body was tired, my heart already felt like that of an alpha male beast.

If today’s training led to tomorrow’s impressive physique and vitality king.

Then I could endure even harsher external training without hesitation.

At this moment, internal energy didn’t matter to me.

That was something I could easily supplement using the future elixir information in my mind.

But there was no elixir for external training.

Only consistent effort.

I laughed like a madman as I diligently completed all the various external training courses my master assigned, including the horse stance, without a word of complaint.

Of course, even during the external training, he didn’t forget to do Kegel exercises.

After the external training was over.

His mouth tasted sweet, dizziness surged, his vision blurred, his muscles screamed, and his whole body ached as if it had been beaten. But his spirit was soaring with joy.

Imagining a future where he became an alpha male through consistent external training, strength he didn’t have naturally surged.

Thus, two months flew by since he joined the Gongdong sect and started external training.