I Spent a Night with the Terminally ill Daughter of the World’s Greatest Master

Chirp chirp chirp.
Late at night, only the sound of insects flowed through the wooden window bars.
Well past midnight, approaching dawn, a man and woman lay in bed together under the same blanket.
The white-haired woman was breathing softly with her head buried in the man’s chest, while the black-haired young man, holding her in his arms, was touching the numerous red marks—not quite wounds—around his neck and collarbone with his other arm.
“…….”
That young man is me.
One hundred out of one hundred men would envy me.
They say that beauties are beautiful even when asleep, and that saying must have been about this woman.
The world’s greatest beauty, Mo Yong Seol.
The daughter of the world’s greatest master had beauty that was also the greatest in the world, and it wouldn’t be strange if her beauty received jealousy from many women.
Yes.
It wouldn’t be strange if she received it.
Meaning, she doesn’t receive jealousy now.
Why?
‘No matter how wicked a woman might be, hardly anyone would be jealous of a woman who suffers from meridian blockage and will die before reaching adulthood.’
Because she’s not a rival.
Her beauty itself is enviable, but what use is it if she dies shortly after becoming an adult?
Marriage and childbirth.
If a man is handsome, physically fit, and from an outstanding family or sect, a woman would share love with him during her most beautiful years, bear his children, and then be widowed.
But what if she dies before she can even bear children?
-The only sentiment a woman with meridian blockage receives is pity.
For the various families and sects in the Central Plains’ martial world, they can’t expect the “role of a woman” that they ideally desire from her.
To put it bluntly, if meridian blockage guaranteed a lifespan of forty, or even thirty years, women would have gone beyond jealousy to spite her as “a woman who’ll die anyway.”
They would lose exceptional men they might marry because of those mere dozen years, and afterward, those handsome middle-aged men would likely take younger women as second wives.
In that sense, many women will mourn Mo Yong Seol’s death in public while secretly breathing sighs of relief.
Because she won’t steal the hearts of the handsome men they might marry.
She’s that kind of woman.
A woman whom countless men thought about with “if only she didn’t have the Nine Yin Terminal Meridian.”
Having the world’s greatest master as her father would have actually pushed young men with youthful vigor to pursue Mo Yong Seol.
That’s what meridian blockage is like.
It’s a serious, incurable, fatal disease that made handsome men give up on this world’s greatest beauty solely because of her meridian blockage.
Yes.
That’s what I’ve learned and studied about meridian blockage until now.
If you ask why I’m thinking so much about meridian blockage while holding this beauty, it’s because all the common knowledge I’ve held until now is crumbling in real-time.
“Mmm….”
She makes a slight moaning sound.
As if whimpering, she burrows into my arms, pressing her body closer.
“……..”
Thanks to this, the edge of the blanket, which was already slightly raised above her ankles, now threatens to ride up to her knees.
I must endure.
Right now, I need to use all my medical knowledge to check Mo Yong Seol’s condition.
Meridian blockage is a disease caused by excessive yin energy.
The more severe it is, the more it lowers body temperature.
Rustle.
With the hand holding Mo Yong Seol, I gently grasp her shoulder.
Though far from the heart, it’s not so distant that I couldn’t feel the distinctive coldness of the Nine Yin Terminal Meridian.
It’s warm.
I feel warmth that shouldn’t be there.
Not simply because she’s under the blanket, but because the heat flowing beneath her skin travels through my hand.
Grip.
I pull my other hand to take Mo Yong Seol’s wrist.
Since her hand was already on my chest, it was sufficient to check her pulse without waking her.
Thump, thump, thump.
My heartbeat? I wish it were.
I wish it were my body going crazy because of the woman’s warmth touching my armpit and waist.
But I know.
This normal pulse, this heart beating at a relaxed yet steady rhythm, belongs to Mo Yong Seol.
“…That’s an occupational habit.”
Mo Yong Seol slowly opened her mouth.
“Examining me as soon as you wake up.”
Though still keeping her eyes closed, life was gradually returning to her voice.
“Perhaps you want to save me?”
“Well, that—”
“Shh.”
Mo Yong Seol placed her index finger on my lips.
“Don’t fall in love with me.”
Looking straight at me, Mo Yong Seol spoke kindly with sad eyes.
“I know how hard you’ve tried for me in various ways. Even when your master was killed by that horrible Evil Sect, you took care of me while holding the funeral.”
“Miss, I mean—”
“Hey.”
Mo Yong Seol completely covered my mouth with her hand.
“Stop it. If you keep doing this… I’ll waver too.”
The blue eyes characteristic of women with meridian blockage sparkled with tears.
“I’ve barely resigned myself to death, but you keep making me want to live.”
“Miss—”
“Yesterday too. No, last night.”
Mo Yong Seol pressed her body close and brought her face near mine.
“…Do you know how sad I felt knowing I could only experience this wonderful thing one last time?”
“That’s why—”
“Forget it. Because I’ll never be able to do it again for the rest of my life. Unless you want to do it with a dead person, please think of it as just one night of playing with fire. You agreed to it because I said that from the beginning, right?”
“That—”
I grabbed Mo Yong Seol’s hand.
“Please, please…. If you say more, I really will want to live….”
I try to grasp her slender wrist and remove it from my mouth, but I can’t.
“I wanted to have no regrets before dying, but if you keep making me not want to die…! Before I make my father and others more heartbroken because of that, I want to say goodbye to everyone with a smile…!”
She is the daughter of the world’s greatest master, and the Nine Yin Terminal Meridian is a disease caused by ‘excessive’ yin energy.
“So I can fall asleep thinking of this happiness, please, I beg you. Or else….”
Mo Yong Seol glances slightly outside.
“Since dawn is approaching, we probably have enough time for a meal. One last, last time more….”
Mo Yong Seol avoids my gaze.
“Ah…. I’m relieved. I’m not the only one who feels this way. Hehehe….”
More precisely, she looks down under the blanket, then smiles broadly and runs her hand from my chest down to my abdomen.
“See? You’re being honest. Right?”
“Miss.”
“So—”
“Please.”
I grasp Mo Yong Seol’s chin to defend my newly freed mouth.
“Ah…!”
Tears flow sideways.
“Yes. One last time, until morning. Please take care of me.”
At the same time, Mo Yong Seol closes her eyes, slowly opens her mouth, and extends her head toward me.
“So I can die with this feeling.”
Mo Yong Seol waits with her eyes closed.
Though appearing to have her eyes closed, she peeks ever so slightly to watch my movements.
Rustle.
As I turn my head completely and slowly approach Mo Yong Seol, she finally closes her eyes completely.
“Miss.”
“Yes….”
Now’s the time.
“Your meridian blockage is improving.”
“……?”
I revealed the diagnosis at a distance where our noses almost touched.
“I’d need to check all your blood vessels for details, but your body now seems ‘healthy.'”
“……What?”
“Well, I don’t understand why this is happening either.”
It seems like an impossible event has occurred, no matter how I think about it.
“It seems a miracle… has happened.”
“A miracle.”
The symptoms of the Nine Yin Terminal Meridian are disappearing.
“So, um, that means, I’m… cured?”
“It appears that way.”
“……Why?”
Mo Yong Seol’s face contorts as she looks at me.
“Between last night and now, all we did was spend the night together…?”
“Well, therefore. I’m perplexed too. How did this happen….”
“…Pfft.”
Sobbing as if laughing, Mo Yong Seol closed her eyes and buried her face in my arms again.
“Dreams are cruel, aren’t they? To violate a person’s heart like this.”
“But miss. This isn’t a dream—”
“If it’s a dream, that means I can do whatever I want, right?”
“No—”
I tried to correct her misunderstanding by sitting up abruptly.
“Physician. Whether it’s a dream or not… you can’t resist either.”
As Mo Yong Seol said, I couldn’t suppress the male within me.
“If you could, you would have pushed me away by force already.”
Mo Yong Seol’s eyes curved like crescent moons as she raised her body over me, slowly overlapping it with mine.
“Before I wake from this dream, I’ll feel that happiness one more time.”
“That—”
“Oh, really.”
Mo Yong Seol grabbed my face with both hands and.
“Can’t you grant my wish to do it once more before I die?”
She brought her face close and silenced me.
“Since it’s a dream… if I could live on and continue this happiness.”
Mo Yong Seol smiled through her tears.
“I love you, physician.”

Even with a terminal illness, you can’t declare exactly ‘when’ someone will die.
Even those who die of old age typically become bedridden when signs of death gradually appear, but the usual death involves simply stopping breathing and closing one’s eyes at some moment.
Death approaching from illness, rather than from an accident or murder, has an unpredictable timing.
In that sense, meridian blockage allows some prediction of timing.
Especially in the case of the ‘Nine Yin Terminal Meridian.’
Most women who suffered from the Nine Yin Terminal Meridian died shortly after becoming adults.
This typically happens not long after their ‘birthday,’ and some women even meet death on their birthday.
How does this phenomenon occur?
-It’s a chronic disease born from those who have learned martial arts.
It’s because of martial arts.
When a baby is born to a martial artist father and mother, if the child is born from a female master with excessive ‘yin energy,’ the child cannot withstand the mother’s yin energy.
In other words, they are born with the disease.
Therefore, we can deduce.
When those born with meridian blockage die.
Their hair turns white, or their eye color is influenced by their parents’ internal energy, having a completely different color from ordinary people.

Having received overflowing internal energy from birth, but not knowing how to control it like their parents, they ultimately live with all kinds of pain from childhood.
A clear terminal case—born as a woman, dying without experiencing many things.
There is no cure.
If anyone survived the Nine Yin Terminal Meridian, she would be the first person in martial arts history to overcome meridian blockage.
Since that’s practically impossible, those with meridian blockage must quietly accept death.
Dying with as little pain as possible, and experiencing maximum happiness during their living period.
That is the fate bestowed upon that woman.
Yes.
That’s how she should have died.
“…….”
“Are you feeling more clearheaded now?”
The morning sun was bright, and Mo Yong Seol was awake.
No, she had already been awake.
She was just intoxicated by the illusion and fantasy she had created.
“……Physician.”
Mo Yong Seol covered her face with one hand.
“Why am I still alive?”
She looked at me with a face full of confusion, yet red like a ripe persimmon.
“Why is my face burning now?”
“That’s because as your meridian blockage improves, your blood is properly circulating throughout your body.”
“Oh, then….”
“Even if your meridian blockage is miraculously cured or whatever.”
There is one clear fact.
“I will die.”
“What?”
I pointed with my chin toward the door.
“There’s someone outside the door.”
“……Who is it?”
Mo Yong Seol spoke, trying her best to compose her voice.
Crack.
A crushing sound was heard.
Considering the room’s structure, this was the sound of an iron door handle being crushed.
[Why.]
“……!”
[Daughter. Why is your voice coming from the physician’s room?]
The world’s greatest master.
The martial world’s hero who defeated the Evil Sect’s Demon King with just one sword.
[Don’t tell me right now….]
“Ah, Dad!! I’m cured! The meridian blockage!!”
[?!?!?]
“I spent the night with the physician and the meridian blockage—”
Thud.
Aaaahh!
Master!!
Q-quickly, attend to the Master!! Hurry!!
On the morning of his daughter’s birthday, he fainted right in front of a certain physician’s room.