“Yes, that’s right. He’s incredibly skilled, so there’s no need to worry.” “I’m not worried. He’s so capable, I’m sure he’ll bring the right people. I’ll bring it up to the Grand Commander.” Unhwi never recruited many people. That hadn’t changed even after he became a regional lord. He never planned to gather many subordinates to begin with, and from his perspective, there wasn’t much reason to. He had people who had already sworn their loyalty, and their factions weren’t exactly small. Unhwi had no intention of micromanaging a region. He believed that as long as he held steady at the top, the subordinates could handle the everyday matters themselves—and those who understood the weight of his name did, in fact, take care of things on their own. But the medicine bureau was a different matter. The volume of medicinal ingredients pouring in was staggering. No joke—Yi Myeonghwa hadn’t had a proper night’s sleep since arriving. That’s how brutally overworked she was. She wanted to finish this assignment and bolt. Everyone praised Seol Unhwi these days, but in Yi Myeonghwa’s eyes, he was exploitation incarnate. Even the pay was a pittance. That damn scumbag. Brushing away her thoughts, Yi Myeonghwa gently pushed her teacup forward. “This tea is called Bluecloud Jade Dew. The fragrance is quite nice, isn’t it? It’s a rare tea made from leaves that grow only on the summit of Bluecloud Mountain, tucked in the southern corner of Yunnan. They say the leaves can only be harvested during ten mornings a year, when they’re soaked in dawn dew. This tea is considered a luxury even among the Imperial family—drinking it is said to purify your meridians, clear your qi, and calm your mind and body.” Unhwi, after his match against Kang Cheonwoo, still hadn’t been able to rise. Ju Soa took the tea without suspicion and sipped. “Mm...? This is good. The aroma’s nice too.” “You’re probably smelling Spirit Lotus Fragrance.” “Oh... Right. Spirit Lotus—did you brew it with added lotus petals?” “Yes. That’s right. It adds a clearer mental effect to the usual properties of Bluecloud Jade Dew. The scent improves as well, so it’s pleasant to drink. Feel free to finish it.” There was no need to say more. Ju Soa sipped at the tea, then downed over half in a few quick gulps. “Haah... That’s nice...” Ever so slowly, Ju Soa’s eyes dulled. The effects of the Dream-Soul Pill that Yi Myeonghwa had added were immediate. Once ingested, it left the person seemingly normal for half a quarter-hour—but in truth, they were nearly unconscious. In that state, no matter what questions were asked or what was done to them, they accepted it without suspicion. After half a quarter-hour, the person would remember none of it. As a side effect, it purified the meridians and aided circulation, so most people wouldn’t suspect anything. And this wasn’t just anyone—it was a pill crafted by Yi Myeonghwa, one of the disciples of Viper Valley’s Thousand Serpent Yin. Yi Myeonghwa’s eyes narrowed. “About a month ago, you entered a secret realm that appeared in Yangryeong. What did you see?” “...Ah... back then...? Uh... I saw a person.” “What kind of person?” “There were a lot... a Drunken Swordsman... a Ghost-Masked Killer...” “Not them. Who was the man who stole the treasure from the realm?” “Ah... That guy... Eyes slanted wide... looked kind of average overall...” “...Nameless... I think? But why are you asking...?” “Do you know what treasure that Nameless stole?” “...Something about... the Heavenly Demon’s... martial arts, I think...” “...I don’t know... He knocked me out immediately...” “Any distinctive features?” “...Ah... He was handsome.” Yi Myeonghwa’s brow twitched. This crazy bitch, seriously— “...Didn’t you just say he looked average?” “And now he’s... handsome?” “Yes... I like average-looking guys.” Tch. She clicked her tongue. “‘Nameless’ is probably an alias. Do you know his real name?” “You don’t...? Fine. Next question. You’re the Lord of the Killing Sword Sect. Did you see the Ghost-Eyed Boy?” “What happened to him?” “You don’t know...? How can you not?” “...If I don’t know, I don’t know. How can I say I know when I don’t?” “He was supposed to secure the treasure. And you just watched?” “...I had no choice...” “One of the Killing Sword Sect’s... protectors... betrayed me... that crazy bastard...” She had gotten what she came for. Ju Soa didn’t know anything about the man called Nameless. Jeong Muheun, the Ghost-Eyed Boy, was dead. And the Heavenly Demon’s secret manual was in Nameless’s hands. After a few more questions about him, Yi Myeonghwa stood up. Time to send this to Viper Valley. She immediately began writing a letter, then retrieved the hidden carrier pigeon from the medicine bureau. This wasn’t an ordinary pigeon—it was a top-grade one. She’d knocked it out with herbs and stashed it away. Now it was time to use it. She tied the letter to its leg and sent it flying. A reply would arrive soon. An order to withdraw. And then she’d leave. At long last, she’d be free of this miserable place. She turned her head—and froze. She had left Ju Soa’s room door open when coming to the medicine storage. From here, she should be able to see into that room... but Ju Soa was nowhere in sight. She was about to step forward when— The sound of something—like a sword scabbard—dragging across the floor. Goosebumps shot up her spine. She turned her head. A man was walking into the medicine bureau. A massive longsword trailed from his waist, dragging behind him. “What a shame. I could’ve gotten more use out of you.” The moment she heard his voice, she knew something was wrong. “If only you’d come a bit later. Do you know what she said to me?” Ju Soa’s voice rang out from the corner of the medicine storage. “She said I was pretty. If I’d had just a little more time, that bastard would’ve been all over me. Hmph. At least he had the taste to recognize beauty.” “...It wasn’t a regular Dream-Soul Pill... I made that pill myself... how...?” “Oh, that. Our Grand Commander said you’d be the one to make a move while she was away. That you, in particular, would try to feed me a Dream-Soul Pill... Can’t believe you actually did it.” When Unhwi left for Saryang with Han Murin, he’d used Reverse Form Technique to alter Ju Soa’s appearance. He could’ve left her in Namgung Wonyang’s hands, like he’d done many times before—but this time, he’d intervened personally, because of Yi Myeonghwa. Unhwi had been confident he could conceal his absence from everyone—including Yi Myeonghwa—but the visit from Cha Seollin and Bing Seollyeong had caught even him off guard. That’s when he made the decision. Yi Myeonghwa had to go. He just needed the right moment—and Kang Cheonwoo had given him one. When unexpected variables arise, few know how to take full advantage. Unhwi was one of those rare few. But Yi Myeonghwa knew none of that. She hadn’t noticed a thing—not Unhwi’s Reverse Form Technique, not the setup. Only one question troubled her. The Dream-Soul Pill. New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on novel fire.net To her, this touched directly on her skills—and nothing mattered more. “...Why are you still lucid?” “Damn, you really are a blood cult bastard, huh? That pretentious tone gave it away. I blocked a few meridian points ahead of time. Guess you didn’t catch that? And really, you’re still in the mood to ask questions?” Unhwi had drawn the Heavenshaking Spiritblade, scabbard and all, from his waist. “...I... I’m still useful.” “I sent a letter... and a reply will come... It’ll be written in code only internal Blood Sect members can understand... You won’t be able to decipher it unless—unless I...” “Still... You did help by drawing Yu Cheong’s eyes away. I’ll send you off painlessly.” She tried to beg, but Unhwi had already made up his mind. Thunder boomed as his sword sliced through the air. Yi Myeonghwa’s head flew into the sky. Ju Soa stared blankly at the head rolling across the floor, then slowly lifted her gaze. She saw Unhwi sheathing the Heavenshaking Spiritblade and hooking it to his waist. “What will you do now?” Yi Myeonghwa hadn’t been wrong. The message she sent had been in code. A reply would come soon. That reply, too, would be encrypted—decipherable only by someone deeply embedded in the main Blood Sect. “...You... You do have a plan, right?” Her voice trembled with worry. Unhwi responded flatly. “...Since when do you ask that? Doesn’t suit you. I’m Ju Soa. Of course I’m fine.” “Then that’s enough.” Ju Soa shook her head sharply and spoke again. “...No, it’s not. Yi Myeonghwa’s dead now—this is gonna get big. Just disguise me like last time. I know a bit about medicine, I can pretend for a few days. In the meantime, we can quietly look for someone who can decode Blood Sect messages. Maybe—” “Do I not look like it?” Unhwi chuckled faintly. “I’ve got a plan. No need to pretend. Stop fussing and go fetch Han Seokhyeon.” “You mean that guy from the Chungha Trade Union? Should I bring him right now?” Ju Soa turned without another word and headed toward the Chungha Trade Union. Unhwi slowly walked to the edge of the eaves and sank down with a thud. As if waiting for him, Commander Seong approached and handed him water. “...I told you not to push yourself... You never listen, Young Lord.” “It had to ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) be done.” Commander Seong scratched his head. “I overheard what you told Ju Soa... Young Lord, I think this is going to spiral out of control... What will you do?” “What do you think I’ll do, Commander Seong?” Hadn’t he always shown them? Unhwi never let anything slide. If he was wronged, he always, always retaliated. That was the most important thing. This wouldn’t end with just Yi Myeonghwa. Facing the main Blood Sect directly was madness—but dealing with a few of its offshoots? That was no problem. Thunder Demon Cult, Viper Valley. Even the Soul Phantom Sect. Unhwi’s revenge had only just begun.