The sensation of tongues licking and sucking on my testicles from both sides.

“Mmm….”

Samamang even put one of my testicles in her mouth and rolled it with her tongue.

“Suck.”

On the pillar side, she would flick it with her extended tongue or swallow it whole, reaching the base, providing various ways of service.

But this was the first time for my testicles.

Unexpected sensations made my spine tingle without me realizing it.

Samayeoryeong slid up slowly, and before I knew it, she had reached the pillar.

“Suck. Chub. Bweup.”

She would press her lips against it, suck it vigorously, or tease the back of the glans with her tongue, making popping sounds, and blow on it.

Just watching it was enough to arouse me, stimulating my cock in such a vulgar way.

“Chojok… Huh? Yeoryeong, just like there is an up and down in cold water, there must be an up and down in a cock, right? Your mother never raised you like that.”

“Churup. Where is that? The one who sucked first is the master, right?”

“Unbelievable. Now even your mother can’t recognize you in front of a cock.”

Did Samayeoryeong’s casual response make Samamang feel jealous?

Samamang, who had been focusing on my testicles, raised her head towards the pillar with a pained expression.

Is this a conversation between mother and daughter…?

As I blinked with a clueless expression, Hong Yeonhwa must have thought she couldn’t be left out, so she subtly spread her breasts to the sides.

“Huh?”

Naturally, the back of my head was sucked into that space. At the same time, I felt the warm sensation enveloping my cheeks.

“Don’t forget about me, Lord.”

“I’ve never forgotten.”

Squishy.

Raising my hand, I gently fondled Hong Yeonhwa’s breasts while watching the Samamang mother and daughter.

Chewp. Juk. Chub.

Now, with my member placed in the center, the two of them licked it sloppily, as if they were even kissing each other’s mouths.

It was a sight to behold.

Translation:

The illusion of thinking you’ve achieved something just because it’s right in front of you… I used to do that a lot when I was a kid.

For example, I once thought that the fluorescent light flickered a few times before turning on completely, and I jumped and turned on the switch, thinking that the light had arrived. I even boasted to those around me that I was faster than the light.

The warm smile of the adults at the time is one of my few good memories of childhood.

I wonder if Hong Yeon-hwa was similar when she was young.

“When I was still learning martial arts, I heard that it was dangerous to learn other techniques without proper preparation because they wouldn’t mix like water and oil, so I tried mixing them in the kitchen.”

So she actually did it.

“I thought I had created a new technique by combining the two techniques that seemed to mix at first glance, but… it turns out that water and oil don’t mix.”

Cancel that.

It’s not a very childish memory after all. Why does that even work?

It’s not like it’s a combination robot that even a child can play with!

After a moment of silence due to shock, Sama Yeoryeong quickly regained her composure and cleared her throat.

“Ahem. Anyway, I’ll continue explaining. Someone mixed water and oil, which don’t normally mix.”

As time passed, the boundary between the two-layered picture gradually faded, and they became one.

“Moreover, the resulting substance is not just a mixture of water and oil, but something completely different that is neither water nor oil.”

And the color of the newly formed solution began to change slowly. It was a vivid green that was clearly not water or oil.

“A substance that doesn’t exist in the world… in this case, it must be energy. Anyway, that’s what was discovered. Of course, it’s natural to be surprised.”

As she finished speaking and lightly clapped her hands, the picture she had drawn in the air disappeared like melting snow.

Myeongwoljinin, who had been scribbling various objects around him or scribbling something that was unclear whether it was a picture or a letter, nodded his head contentedly at the sight.

“You achieve things quickly.”

“Well… of course. Who do you think I am?”

Actually, the story itself wasn’t that difficult, and I could have explained it verbally without the picture…

Did she intentionally use the technique to show off that she could do it now?

Sama Yeoryeong, who has a subtle sense of pride, could easily do that.

Translation:

“Hehe. Anyway, Yeoryeong’s words are generally correct. However, to supplement a little, it’s not entirely impossible for energy and spirit to mix.”

“What? But… even if energy and spirit harmonize with each other, isn’t it impossible for them to mix and turn into chaos?”

“Usually, that’s the case.”

“Usually?”

“It means you can use unconventional methods. That’s why it was so difficult.”

As if the preparations were complete, Myeongwoljinin pulled out the energy from Sura Geomma’s wound, and the red energy that was emanating from the wound momentarily surged before dissipating into the air.

“Phew… it’s done now. It should be okay, but she still needs some help to recover, so keep an eye on her.”

“Oh. Yes!”

As the pharmacist rushed to check on the semi-conscious Sura Geomma, Myeongwoljinin wiped the sweat from her forehead with her sleeve and continued with what she was saying earlier.

“Yeoryeong’s words are only true if we follow the natural order. However, if we go against it, many things will change… The Taoists call it ‘Yeokcheon Gyukcheon’.”

“Yeok…cheon?”

As Sama Yeoryeong, who was almost like a disciple, tilted her head, Myeongwoljinin patted her shoulder for no reason.

“Of course, you wouldn’t know. The frequency has not taught you, and our ancestors have been working hard to completely cut off that vein for a long time.”

“Why? Isn’t it a good thing to be able to do something that is originally impossible?”

“But the method ignores the natural order… It’s a way that disregards heaven and earth. I guarantee that it’s worse than what the Mosanpa did, and it’s not something that couldn’t be done.”

“….”

Sama Yeoryeong clenched her lips as the story of the Mosanpa came up.

If it’s worse than the crazy act of kidnapping and offering the lives of innocent people and strengthening the alcohol technique, erasing existence itself would be the best option.

“The method of mixing energy and spirit to create a completely different energy… I don’t know how to create a different energy, but I know how to mix energy and spirit.”

“How do you do that…?”

As Sama Yeoryeong swallowed her saliva, Myeongwoljinin’s expression became even darker.

“First of all, no matter what you become, whether it’s through torture or anything else, you have to inflict pain on people in every possible way. It’s a terrible pain that makes you want to die.”

It’s not looking good from the beginning.

“Once you reach that state, you have to extract blood from the person while they’re still alive. And it’s not just any blood, it has to be a pure blood that is filled with energy.”

“… Is that the end of it?”

“Of course not. This is just the preparation. Next, you have to infuse the person’s soul into the pure blood.”

Translation:

“Well, even if that’s the case for the body… what about the soul? It’s a nature that can’t be held for long if it’s just a momentary grasp.”

I remember hearing a brief explanation about what a Kangshi was from Jinju Eon-ga before we fought.

I think he said that the soul was like the energy, and the white was like a habit that remained in the body. And that’s what Kangshi was, using that white.

Anyway, he said that the soul was light and difficult to hold onto. Sama Yeoryeong’s question was probably about that.

But the method that Myeongwoljinin mentioned was beyond imagination.

“So, as I said earlier, we use pain and resentment as a medium.”

“Yes? Wait a minute. What does that mean…?”

“That’s right. Even after they die, we continue to torture and hold onto their soul and white. Time is short, so the intensity will be even higher than when they were alive.”

“….”

Sama Yeoryeong was speechless, and Myeongwoljinin continued her explanation.

“When their consciousness completely collapses. We make them cling to the same pure blood that contains the same pain and resentment. Then, a situation is created where they have the soul and white that they had when they were alive, but everything belongs to the dead.”

As a result, the vitality contained in the pure blood does not deteriorate and is maintained, and a special blood that contains both vitality and spirit is created.

In other words, it means putting one person literally into another.

This blood, when used in various alcohol techniques, is said to be particularly effective in making talismans.

Anyway, even though Myeongwoljinin simplified it, it was actually much more terrible.

People don’t die as easily as you might think, and they don’t even think they want to die easily.

The injured soldiers I saw during the Battle of Jeongsadae, the commoners who were exploited by Sama-ryeon.

Most of them didn’t say they wanted to die, even in the most terrible situations.

Hong Yeon-hwa, who seemed to have reached the same conclusion as me, opened her mouth with a stern expression.

“So, in summary… you’re saying that the bastard is still alive somewhere and causing trouble.”

“…Yes.”

“And because of that trouble, the long-time followers who are like your family almost died.”

A cold voice. She tried to suppress it, but her anger was clearly visible.

It was when everyone held their breath at the sight of Hong Yeon-hwa, who seemed to be the most angry she had ever been.

Maybe it was because of the momentum that had slightly leaked out.

Sura Geomma, who had been unconscious since taking the medicine and recovering her energy, slowly opened her eyes.

“Please calm down, Cheonma-nim. I’m not completely fine yet… hehe…”

“You, you’re awake! Is your body okay?”

“Yes. Didn’t Cheonma-nim bring everyone I needed? I can’t get up from the bed yet, but I’m not dying.”

Translation:

Then Hong Yeon-hwa, as if to say when did that happen, regained her anger.

But I know from seeing her a few times. What just happened wasn’t really her anger subsiding, but rather just putting it aside for a moment.

“Who the hell made you like this? I’ll give them a piece of my mind!”

Watching Hong Yeon-hwa cutely wave her arms in the air, Sura Geomma chuckled as if she was seeing her granddaughter’s joke and then blurted out.

“It was a ghost who cursed me.”

…What is this again?