The Reformed Genius of the Sichuan Tang Clan - Chapter 27

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Episode 27
Tick. Tick.
The embers settled to the ground.
Only after the flames had died completely did Seon U Yun collapse flat on his back.
“Hah. I surrender completely.”
“Already giving up? You still have energy left.”
“The body may have strength, but my will to fight is broken.”
Seon U Yun raised both hands in capitulation.
“You handle fire better than I do, and I’ve trained in the Fire Technique. How could I dare think of winning?”
“Hmm. Though if you pretended to surrender and launched a sneak attack, that’d be different.”
“You, sir?”
Seon U Yun shook his head as if it were absurd.
‘He really won’t believe me even when I tell him the truth.’
Dang Yuhyeon shrugged.
It was no lie.
Unless an opponent matched Dang Yuhyeon’s skill from his poison-master days, most warriors fell into the same trap: the moment they believed themselves victorious, they would lower their guard.
If one seized that instant of carelessness, a counterattack was child’s play.
‘Believe what you want to believe. I’ve made myself clear, haven’t I?’
Dang Yuhyeon chuckled softly.
“Still, if such a moment truly comes, don’t give up—fight back once.”
“I shall.”
“You trust me?”
“Of course.”
Seon U Yun grinned widely, barely containing his delight.
Dang Yuhyeon, smile still in place, extended his left arm.
In response, a scabbard flew in from the left and settled neatly into his hand.
Sheathe.
The blade was hidden in the scabbard.
“Magnificent!”
“Ha.”
The faint smile vanished instantly.
“I have business to attend to, so I’ll take my leave first.”
“Yes. I shall see you again in two days.”
“Good.”
After Seon U Yun knocked on the door twice and departed, the attendant who had guided him stepped back inside.
The Unryong Trading Company belonged to the Dang Clan. Naturally, the staff of its affiliated inns were also Dang people.
“Shall I have him followed?”
“No need. I’ve already applied Chu Hon Hyang to him.”
As Dang Yuhyeon had patted Seon U Yun’s shoulder, he’d embedded the tracking scent into the fabric of his robe and the nape of his neck.
By adjusting the composition, he’d ensured the scent would last seven days without fading—so long as Seon U Yun remained within Sacheon, Dang Yuhyeon could find him anywhere.
“I’m heading back now.”
“Go safely, sir.”
Dang Yuhyeon quickened his pace.
He had cultivated his instrument; now came the time for it to grow.
* * *
The moment Dang Yuhyeon returned to his quarters, he cleared the room of everyone.
“Until I give further orders, allow no one within ten paces of this place.”
“We obey your command.”
“Mark my words—if you want to live, not even an ant should cross that threshold.”
“Understood.”
The instant Dang Hoyeong closed the door and vanished, Dang Yuhyeon retrieved a box hidden beneath the bed.
Opening the crude black lacquer box, he found a single small porcelain vial inside.
Miinru.
Clear and transparent as a tear, yet deadly—the poison of a woman’s tear shed in hatred, it would draw agonized death from all it touched.
But like any poison, with proper handling it could be wielded through inner power.
To an ordinary person, Miinru was instant death; to the warriors of the Dang Clan who pursued the Poison Person Realm, it was no different than a thousand-year-old fleece flower root.
‘Success brings Peak Transcendence. Failure brings death.’
Facing the threat of death, Dang Yuhyeon hesitated for a moment before emptying the Miinru into his mouth.
The poison flowed down his throat and spread through his body without apparent reaction.
This was the most terrifying part.
A poison that could kill instantly leaving no reaction whatsoever was far more dangerous—there was no way to predict when it might explode into sudden violence.
Dang Yuhyeon broke into cold sweat, his body taut with tension, as he began chanting the Dobansam Yang Gwiyuan Gong.
Whoooosh!
‘Just as I thought!’
In moments, the venom that had been flowing heavily transformed into a torrential current.
Dang Yuhyeon drew his inner power sharply upward, wrapping it around the poison.
Crash!
He sheathed his blood meridians to protect his body, sealed his Dantian to shield his inner power.
Yet he could not contain the ballooning poison that threatened to burst.
Unlike the familiar agony of cauterizing blood vessels or burning impurities, his body was being consumed by the venom as quietly as poison diffusing into clear water.
This made it far more perilous.
If he stopped the breathing technique, his body would swell and rupture—he would die. If he could not detoxify, his entire form would blacken as death claimed him.
‘Damn it! The Dobansam Yang Gwiyuan Gong won’t work!’
Dang Yuhyeon gritted his teeth.
‘I have no choice but to use that…!’
The Manryu Gwiyuan Shin Gong—the supreme martial art of the Dang Clan.
An overwhelming ascending technique that returns all inner energy within the body to a single origin source.
Under normal circumstances, it was a technique he would never dare attempt—but with the situation as dire as this, it was his only recourse.
Besides, who was he?
Had he not once ruled the Kangho as the Poison Master?
‘This is nothing to me!’
Dang Yuhyeon extended his inner power, silently reciting the secret formula of the Manryu Gwiyuan Shin Gong.
Identifying the poison remaining in his body was no different from diagnosing one’s physical condition.
One must know one’s own body and understand what has changed and how, in order to prescribe the proper remedy.
By the same logic, the process of detoxification mirrors the cleansing of the body.
The poison that accumulates and remains is turbidity; eliminating it and obtaining purity is the ultimate goal.
Whether it is the essence of poison or the essence of flesh.
But Dang Yuhyeon was not attempting to detoxify the Miinru.
He sought to refine it and harness it as inner power.
Therefore, even as he underwent the same process as detoxification, he could not expel it from his body.
‘Breathe. Focus.’
Dang Yuhyeon exhaled deeply and concentrated on the energy spreading from his Dantian throughout his entire frame.
The beginning was the same as the Yungi Jogsik.
The inner power drawn from his Dantian flowed through his blood meridians as gently as water yet with fierce intensity.
The energy spreading across his entire body enveloped the poison to refine it, completed a rapid circulation through all vessels, passed through the Dantian, and descended into the Poison Repository.
“Urgh!”
As more poison suddenly seeped in than all he had accumulated before, his Dantian screamed as if pierced by a thick needle.
The Poison Repository both stored the venom and protected the body from it—yet the danger of it rupturing at any moment remained.
Drip.
Blood fell from his nose and burned through the floor.
Hissssss!
Sinister black vapor rose from Dang Yuhyeon’s body, now stained dark with poison.
Soon that smoke coiled around him in a vortex.
It was proof that his flesh could not fully contain the poisonous energy.
He knew it instinctively.
If he failed to endure, he would die.
‘Don’t lose your mind!’
He had to think clearly.
Energy was not something to confine but to receive.
The harder one forced it down, the more it rebounded.
For that reason, one had to wrap it with one’s original energy, thin and soft as silk.
Dang Yuhyeon wrapped the poisonous energy with all the power he had mobilized to prevent corruption and guided it back toward his Dantian.
At first, delicately, as if tapping on a door.
Then, gently, like a spring breeze.
Not forcing but yielding to the movement seeking to blend—the wild venom gradually settled.
Shhhhh.
Dang Yuhyeon felt the poisonous energy mingling with his own as he slowly guided it toward the Poison Repository.
As waves silently inundate a beach, the energy that had merged and hardened formed a new poison repository.
Without separate refinement, the poison flowed naturally into the repository and the remaining energy was absorbed into his inner power.
All his senses sharpened twofold, and the energy circulating through his entire body grew mightier still—he had reached the realm of Peak Transcendence.
‘Success!’
Dang Yuhyeon’s words proved true—the vortex that had been sucking in everything around it began to lose its fury, and the blood pooling across the floor came to a halt.
“Haaaaaah.”
Dang Yuhyeon exhaled deeply and rose to his feet with deliberate slowness.
The violent toxin had caused his excess energy to spill outward, leaving the chamber in chaos.
The floorboards were pitted and dissolved, furniture lay overturned, and ink stones, brushes, and papers had been reduced to tatters that scattered across the ground.
“Tch. My strength alone won’t suffice for this.”
Dang Yuhyeon thrust open the door that had been sealed shut.
“Dang Hoyeong!”
“You called, sir?”
He shouted loudly enough to be heard three rooms away, and Dang Hoyeong came rushing in, breathless.
“Tell the attendants to prepare a bath and put my quarters in order. Once I’ve bathed, I’ll call upon the Heuk Kang Dae Master.”
“Understood, sir.”
* * *
After washing, Dang Yuhyeon made his way directly to the Heuk Mu Gak, where the Heuk Kang Dae resided.
“Young Master. What brings you to the Heuk Mu Gak?”
“I’ve come to see the Heuk Kang Dae Master.”
Instead of explaining his business, Dang Yuhyeon produced a dark-brown wooden token.
It was the very one Dang Roe had given him before.
“—! Right away, sir!”
The Gate Guard, recognizing it, led him immediately to Dang Roe’s presence.
“I pay my respects, Young Master.”
“Spare the formalities.”
Dang Yuhyeon waved his hand dismissively at Dang Roe’s bow.
“I’ll be blunt—my need is urgent. I require the Heuk Kang Dae’s aid in rescuing the common folk of Sacheon whom Gwol Wol has been exploiting and imprisoning.”
Dang Yuhyeon extended the wooden token toward Dang Roe.
Unless the Heuk Kang Dae Master personally took it back, there would be no limit to how many times it could be used—but if he wished to refuse, he could reclaim it.
“I myself am still insufficient for this task. I would ask that you take command of the Heuk Kang Dae.”
“I understand your intentions, Young Master. But I cannot accept this token.”
Dang Yuhyeon raised an eyebrow, watching Dang Roe’s hand remain firmly closed.
Dang Roe offered the gentlest smile he could muster and continued.
“How could the Heuk Kang Dae stand idle when the common folk of Sacheon call for aid? The token remains yours—please keep it with you.”
He would place no limits on deeds of righteousness.
That intention came through unmistakably.
“My thanks.”
Dang Yuhyeon smiled faintly and slipped the token back into his sleeve.
“Gather the members at once. Time is of the essence—I’ll explain the operation immediately.”
Sacheon Dang Clan Redemption Prodigy
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