Chapter 15 - 98 to 104

Everyone has had that experience at least once.

A life-or-death moment - a feeling of intense concentration without you knowing it, as if the whole world is moving slowly. Kaleidoscope can also be considered a type of this sensation.

Unmanned aerial vehicles that have reached a certain level of maturity experience these moments much more frequently than ordinary people.

When you fight for your life and death.

Or when you gain some enlightenment during your training and become completely absorbed in it.

Concentration beyond the limit greatly expands the 'realm of cognition', and the expanded cognition allows one to recognize even fleeting moments, and at this time, one experiences the passage of time slowing down as if it were a lie.

however.

This is literally just a realm of cognition.

In the slow-moving time, it was another matter whether one could move one's body at the speed of thought. It required a complete body, complete control over it, and a willpower far beyond human categories.

Although the Cheonwoldae warrior was a fairly excellent swordsman, he had not reached that level. Therefore, he could only watch with his eyes wide open.

The sight of the sword of the man with the bamboo quill who started to move late, the sword of the man with the sword energy wrapped around him, cutting it off without a hitch, and then climbing up his arm to his shoulder. In the eyes of the warrior of Cheonwoldae, death disguised as a sword seemed to be approaching him at every moment.

'That's ridiculous…!'

Isn't this a being that lives by a completely different time axis? - The man from Cheonwoldae's thoughts stopped there. At the same time, he felt a hot sensation in his neck.

Kwadang!

The headless corpse fell limply in the same position as when he had been swinging his sword. A fountain of blood spurted from the severed neck and the head rolled at the feet.

Regardless, Dang-myeong walked forward without even giving him a glance. There wasn't a single drop of blood on the sword.

Silence falls in an instant. Cheonwoldae and Dangmyeong and their party look shocked in their own way.

The Cheonwoldae was the military unit of the Cheonmasin religion, and all of its members were swordsmen who had reached the realm of ascension. However, they could not properly see the swordsmanship of Dangmyeong just now. Only the man who had sensed death and exerted extreme concentration barely recognized it. The Cheonwoldae warriors were all thinking the same thing. If they had been there, would they have been able to avoid death?

And although they didn't have the same level of insight as Cheonwoldae, Jang Gil, Dang Mi Ryeo, and Jegal Yeong Yeong could tell that the swordsmanship that Dang Sang Myung had just swung was something that could not have been done by someone who had practiced swordsmanship for a day or two. Didn't he instantly kill the man who seemed to be an elite swordsman of the Demonic Cult, not some random person? He must have been busy learning the secret martial arts, so I wondered when on earth he had the time to hone his swordsmanship.

"next."

Dang-myung said. As he did so, he slightly raised his sword, and all twenty-nine Cheonwol-dae warriors flinched at that simple movement. It seemed like they were on the edge of their guard.

"No, it's annoying, so just attack them all. It looks like you have no intention of opening your mouth. If we interrogate that kid over there, we'll get a clue as to why you guys came here."

"… You're making fun of us. You don't think we have all the power here, do you?"

"Don't be so boastful. With guys like you, it wouldn't be a problem even if there were ten more wagons."

Dang-myung said with a laugh. As long as he had a sword, the number of heads didn't really matter to him. He just had to swing the sword a few more times.

"If you don't come, I'll go."

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At the sudden words, the Cheonwoldae warriors hurriedly drew their swords. Before they knew it, the new form of Dangsangmyeong had disappeared. The shadow of the new law that had reached Daesung had spread out. Dangsangmyeong appeared again right in front of their noses.

Shushu shushuk - !

In an instant, the swords gathered in one place. As soon as the existence of Dang-myeong was caught in the air, the Cheonwoldae warriors swung their swords. It was indeed a swift swordsmanship worthy of the sword masters. It could almost be compared to a ray of light. It didn't seem easy to counterattack or evade. This time, it wasn't just one sword.

However, Dang-myung only swung his sword slowly. To the onlookers, it seemed like his life was in danger, but strangely, his movements were leisurely.

Soon a metallic sound erupted.

Tadadadadadadang!

It was the sound of the swords of the Cheonwoldae warriors clashing with the True Demon Sword of Dangmyeong.

'What kind of sword is this…!'

The eyes of the Cheonwoldae warriors who had swung their swords at Yuan Ming were momentarily shocked. Yuan Ming was now blocking all of their quick swordsmanship with his slow swordsmanship. Something that defied common sense was happening. There must be a limit to the second strike (後發制人: waiting for the opponent to attack first to subdue the enemy)…!

'This is a sword that is completely out of the ordinary. How can someone like this…?'

It wasn't like he was using some great swordsmanship or anything. There was just a mystique embedded in each and every one of his swords. He just swung them according to the situation. How famous of a swordsman must he be to be able to use such defensive techniques?

one side.

'That's about all there is to it.'

Dang-myeong deliberately took the swordsmanship of the Cheonwoldae warriors. Apart from the sense of inaction, he wanted to understand their level of swordsmanship.

It was expected, but disappointing. They still haven't even properly broken out of the form of the sword. It was like watching a child who hasn't even learned to walk properly.

Dang-myung suddenly thought. Has the level of swordsmanship in the martial arts world regressed since the days when his master, a swordsman, was active?

Geomshin, who trained alone in a deep mountain valley, lacked the awareness that he was an existence beyond common sense.

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The name of the sword is a magic spell. The swords of the Cheonwoldae warriors attached to the True Demon Sword are stuck and do not fall off. The look of confusion is obvious.

'Break.'

Yu Myeong-myeong successively poured the true energy containing the secret of the wave into the swords of the Cheonwoldae warriors. Since their swords were protected by their own sword energy, they did not break in vain. However, the Cheonwoldae warriors had no choice but to hesitate for a moment in order to dispel the true energy that Yu Myeong-myeong had poured in. Although it was only a moment, it was enough time for Yu Myeong-myeong to unleash a dozen sword strikes.

Ss ...

Even those who have practiced the technique have a hard time following the sword with their eyes, as it dashes forward like lightning. The sword of the demon sword, bathed in sunlight, flashed at various angles.

And the seventeen Cheonwoldae warriors who had been stationed around Dangdangmyeong stopped moving as if they had made a promise, and fell down with a thud, with blood lines drawn all over their bodies.

"… This is crazy."

Inevitably, a swearing match erupted among the warriors of Cheonwoldae. Who were they? Even within the Cheonmasingyo, which worships the strong, Cheonwoldae was the elite military unit. However, it was not a battle of defense against Kunlun, but rather a small village where they died.

"First of all, let's evacuate at least the Yeongja…!"

"I thought you said you were going to interrogate me."

Dang-myeong walked towards Yeon-seon-cheong and swung his sword. The two Cheonwoldae warriors around Yeon-seon-cheong raised their swords with their sword energy, but the sharpened sword of the sword, which was even sharper with the magic of the sword, split his body in two along with his weapon.

It was a shocking thing. The Cheonwoldae warriors, who had been in their thirties, were now reduced to only ten. It was clear as day that they would be annihilated.

One of the Cheonwoldae warriors spoke urgently. He grabbed the back of the Yeonsocheong's servant's neck and dragged him away.

"you!"

"Yes, yes!"

The servant man was startled and answered in a frightened voice. He knew that the masked men who suddenly appeared were members of the Cheonmasin Church, so he kept his distance as much as possible. For some reason, they were showing favor to Yeonseocheong by calling him a Confucius, but it didn't seem like that favor would extend to him. The masked men had also killed Yeonseocheong's escort troops without hesitation. Even though they were also members of the Hyeonyangmun.

Anyway, the servant man was a little bit away from the Yeonsocheong, so the Cheonwoldae warrior was able to approach him.

"Run to the garden right away and tell the Yeon Daein. The Confucius is in danger. There's no need to say anything else. Run quickly!"

The Cheonwoldae warrior whispered this into the servant's ear and then immediately kicked his buttocks. The servant let out a "Ah!" and almost fell forward, but he managed to catch his balance by using both hands and running forward.

Looking at that sight, Dang Mi-ryeo asked.

"Should I chase him? Or kill him…?"

"Okay. Leave him alone. He's just a civilian."

Dang Myeong-myeong didn't bother to catch the man who was running away. As he had told Dang Mi-ryeo, he was more like a commoner who didn't know any martial arts than a martial artist, and he had a gut feeling that the key figure was 'Yeon Dae-in'. Since he was someone the Demonic Cult was asking for help, it was only natural that he would be related to the Demonic Cult.

"Kid. What is your relationship with that guy named Yeon Daein?"

"…he is my father."

"That's short."

Dang-myung touched Yeon-seo-cheong's left shoulder with his finger. The true energy containing the secret of breaking dug into Yeon-seo-cheong's body. There was a sound of bones breaking into small pieces, and almost at the same time Yeon-seo-cheong grabbed his shoulder and screamed, "Aaak."

Even though he was still a child, it was obvious that Yeon-seo-cheong had a vicious nature. Didn't he try to kill Ya-jang for not showing him the True Demon Sword? Even without looking into it, you could tell that he was vicious on a regular basis.

"If you don't want the other side to break, then you should know how important shoulders are to a swordsman."

"Ugh, hyuk… I'm sorry…."

Yeon-so-cheong had no choice but to bow his head to the violence he had never experienced before. His face turned red from the humiliation that followed.

Dang-myeong clicked his tongue at the sight.

"You seem unfamiliar with honorifics. I wonder how your father taught you."

"And you."

Dang-myung said this while looking at the ten remaining Cheonwoldae warriors.

"I have no intention of letting you live anyway, so hurry and come at me."

"…I just want to ask you one thing."

One of the Cheonwoldae warriors stepped forward.

"I have never heard of a swordsman like you in Sacheon. Where is your school? Could it be that you are related to the Black Lotus?"

They had somewhat prepared themselves mentally. It was hard to believe, but even when there were thirty members of Cheonwoldae, they couldn't handle this opponent. Now, there was no way they could do anything with just ten members. However, even if they were to die, they wanted to know who they would be killed by. No, even if they didn't know the specific identity, they would at least feel less resentful if they knew which faction they would be killed by.

But I had no intention of telling you my real name. Isn't that obvious? Even now, I'm using a sword to hide my fact that I'm from a Tang family.

"Is the will finished? Then die."

It was a natural thing, but there was no one in the Cheonwoldae who could even receive the sword of Dangmyungmyeong. True to its name, the True Demon Sword mercilessly cut down the demon cultists. Yeonsocheong held his shoulder and groaned, but he watched Dangmyungmyeong wielding the sword as if he was possessed. The ideal he wanted to achieve was right there.

Dang-myung turned around and said.

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"It looks like your father is coming."

Kuung!

There was a group of people running towards us from a distance, making a loud noise and raising a cloud of dust. The man in the lead, who looked to be in his mid-thirties, had a great background. Every time he took a step, the ground would cave in and a loud noise would erupt. This was proof that the true energy pouring out of the Yongcheon point on the sole of his foot was that great. Dozens of black figures were following behind him.

They are Yeonwoojung and the seventy thousand Cheonwoldae warriors.

Yeonwoojung, who quickly narrowed the distance and got down, quickly looked around. There were corpses strewn about everywhere. For a moment, he saw the Hyeonyangmun warriors who had been formally entrusted with the protection of his son Yeonsocheong. It was the work of Cheonwoldae. They must have done something that deserved death. He had no particular interest in the deaths of the worms.

The problem was that the thirty Cheonwoldae warriors who were secretly the real bodyguards of the Yeonhwacheong were also all dead. Yeonwoojung knew their skills better than anyone else. They were not the kind of people who would die in vain in a place like this. In the first place, they would not have shown up.

'… Most of them were struck by a single sword.'

Even looking at the scars, it is hard to believe. Even if there is a difference in skill, it is difficult to predict the winner or loser in a fight between two people. This is because there are so many variables. The fact that a single sword can decide the outcome means that the skill gap is so large that those variables are useless.

'Is the author that strong?'

Yeonwoo-joong looked at the man with the bamboo stick holding his sword as if he was hanging down. Since the other bamboo stick men weren't even wearing weapons, it must have been the man with the sword who had done something. If that's the case, he was a master who could handle the thirty members of Cheonwoldae on his own, but strangely enough, he didn't seem that strong.

"Father…!"

Only then did Yeon Woo-joong turn his eyes to his son at Yeon So-cheong's call. Although it was shocking what had happened to Cheon Wol-dae, the most important thing was the safety of his son Yeon So-cheong. Why had Yeon Woo-joong and Cheon Wol-dae been rotting away in this small village for over ten years? It was for Yeon So-cheong to inherit Hyeon Yang-mun, enter the leadership of Heuk Sa-ryeon, and ultimately swallow up Heuk Sa-ryeon after Yu Gil-jun's death.

"How dare you…."

Yeonwoo Joong clapped his hands.

Yeon-woo-cheong was not normal at first glance. There was a small, dark mark in the center of his forehead for some reason, and he looked quite distressed as he held his left shoulder. Was it a bone or blood vessel that was damaged? If there was any disability, it would cause great trouble in future work. It was only natural that Yeon-woo-joong's eyes would sparkle.

"Do you know who you just touched?"

"The devil's cult."

"what?"

Yeon Woo-joong was surprised by the man's answer and asked back, "How did Lee Ja know that?"

Even though Cheonwoldae was dead, they were people who knew how to manipulate magic to near perfection. The martial arts they learned were also sword techniques that did not reveal much of the characteristics of magic, so it was difficult to see their true identities even if they fought each other. There was no way Cheonwoldae would have revealed his true identity.

Because they knew the importance of the Hyeonyangmun incident and had been hiding for over ten years.

"… Do you know about Cheonwoldae, our school?"

Yeonwoo could not help but guess that his opponent was someone who had some knowledge of the Cheonmasingyo military force. Perhaps it was because he recognized the silver '月' character engraved on the scabbard that Cheonwoldae was carrying.

"I don't care what you call those scoundrels. The whole town is full of those who have magic. Is it any wonder you noticed that?"

Yeonwoojung was silent. So, you mean that you recognized the followers who were disguised as civilians? The magical energy they held was very weak, about a handful. Unless you had extremely high senses, you wouldn't be able to detect it…?

"You also have dark magic. Much more so than the ones behind you. Since you are the leader, I will ask. What on earth is the Dark Cult plotting here? Does Black Lotus know about this?"

Yeon Woo-joong's eyes shook without mercy. He had never expected it, but Jukrip-sa had noticed that he was hiding a magic power. Yeon Woo-joong made a quick judgment. The author was indeed a master. He could no longer trust the inaction he felt through his senses. It would be right to assume that he could annihilate the 30 Cheonwoldae members alone.

'I have to kill him here, no matter what!'

A determined light flashed in Yeonwoojung's eyes. If he was as skilled as Jukrip had assumed, then it would be best to avoid fighting. However, it would be a shame to abandon Hyeonyangmun, which had already been invested for over ten years, and it would be troublesome if the Black Lotus Master heard that the Cheonma Sect had been hiding in Sacheon.

Even if it is not revealed what they were specifically trying to do, the fact that they were planning something in Sacheon, the territory of the Black Lotus, was enough to irritate the Black Lotus followers. It could even escalate into a pretext for a small anti-wave war. At a time when they were preparing a grand plan for the world of magic, clashing with the Black Lotus was too burdensome. It could also be a way to relieve the power that was barely hanging on after the old faction became the sixth faction.

Yeonwoo Joong said, having made up his mind.

"All of Cheonwoldae. In the name of Yeonga, I hereby permit the use of the Blood Reverse Magic Technique."

As soon as those words fell.

The momentum of the Cheonwoldae warriors lined up behind Yeonwoo began to change rapidly. The wave of energy that arose in an instant spread among them like wildfire.

Hwaaaaaaaaaaah—

The eyes of the Cheonwoldae warriors seemed to be blazing with ghostly fire, and their entire bodies were filled with a dark blue flame-like energy. It was an ominous sight for anyone who saw it.

"Reverse blood magic…!"

"So… Confucius. It's dangerous. It seems that you should avoid the reverse blood magic attack…"

Jegal Yeongyeong was terrified, and Jang Gil tried to stop Dang Sang-myeong. Even so, Jang Gil changed his title, perhaps because he thought Dang Sang-myeong's identity should not be revealed.

"That's reverse blood magic…"

Dang Mi-ryeo was not as surprised as Jegal Yeong-yeong and Jang Gil, but she still looked quite surprised. She had heard about it. When Magwangcheon invaded Dangga before, the reason why the family's masters, including the head of the household, were helpless was because of the reverse blood magic attack.

Jang Gil-na, who remembers that time, and Jegal Yeong-yeong, the daughter of Jegal Ga, who is based in Hubei, the area of Ma Gwang-cheon's activities, could not help but react sensitively to the appearance of the reverse blood demon.

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Those who have accumulated martial arts skills through the study of magic, commonly known as demons, generally possessed magic energy called magi. This magic energy itself possessed explosive power, but especially through the technique called reverse blood magic, the magic energy would run wild and temporarily become several times stronger than usual. Even during this time, the sense of pain would be paralyzed, and even minor injuries could be ignored and battled.

Of course, this power was not given without a price. Once the reverse blood magic attack was cast, the rampage could not be stopped until all the magic energy was exhausted, and after the rampage stopped, the danjeon would break and the pain would return, and it was common for the shock to cause sudden death. It was truly the last move of a person who was prepared to die.

The Cheonmasingyo strictly forbids the private use of this type of reverse blood magic.

It was feared that the indiscriminate use of reverse blood magic would lead to the weakening of the magic power. As of now, reverse blood magic has been passed down only to the armed forces directly under the new religion. Of course, it is not the case that they can use reverse blood magic at any time.

There had to be a command from the leader of the religion, the supreme leader, or someone who inherited the bloodline.

However, the situation was a little different for the warriors belonging to Magwangcheon. Since Magwangcheonju Yeonjunghyeok had decided that they could use the Reverse Blood Magic Attack at their own discretion, they could use the Reverse Blood Magic Attack whenever they wanted.

That's why, even though the Magwangcheon masters were poisoned by the poison during the battle with the Tang family, they were able to unite with the Tang family masters. By using the Blood-Reversing Magic Attack to postpone death for a while and pouring out their rampaging magic energy without holding back.

'It's better to avoid these. They'll all fall to their deaths in time anyway.'

Jang Gil thought that this time, Dang Myeong would not be able to handle it. Although So Ga Ju's swordsmanship skills were not ordinary, the aura he felt from the Cheonwoldae warriors right now was no joke. They felt several times stronger than before. There were not thirty of them, but seventy of them. And even if they took out poison now, it wouldn't work… .

However, Dang-myung-myeong still stood firm. He still didn't seem to have any thoughts of running away or evading. Rather, he stared at Cheonwoldae with a little interest, and then suddenly asked.

"Love song? Is it related to Magwangcheonju?"

"He is my cousin."

Yeonwoo-joong answered calmly. Since he had already been found out to be from the Cheonmasin Church, and since there were no signs of Dang-myung escaping, he was doing him a favor. This should be enough as a gift for the journey to the afterlife.

Meanwhile, Yeon-so-cheong was greatly surprised to hear his father's words. His bloodline originated from the Cheonma Sect?

"Yeah…? He owes me money. That's good."

The obvious name said happily. He didn't forget that his mother's tragedy was caused by the eccentricity of Yeon Jung-hyeok, the head of the Magwangcheon Confucian Society. He had always wanted to take care of the Cheonmasin Church and Magwangcheon, but now a person with blood ties to Yeon Jung-hyeok appears before his eyes. His murderous intent quickly rises.

'I owe you a debt, Brother Junghyuk. Who on earth is he?'

Yeon Woo-joong tried to guess the identity from Dang-myung's words, but there was nothing he could guess. In the first place, Yeon Jung-hyeok, the Heavenly Lord of Magwang, was a person who held grudges against all sides of the world.

"How long should I wait? If you are ready, then rush in. It looks like you have burned your own life to gain strength. Shouldn't we settle this before the embers die out?"

"…is hastening death."

Yeonwoo-joong was dumbfounded. Doesn't that guy feel the powerful momentum of Cheonwoldae? With this level of power, he thought he could even defeat a Hwagyeong master.

If you want to die, then I should kill you. Yeonwoo-joong opened his mouth while muttering like that.

"All of Cheonwoldae. Kill that bastard."

There was no answer. It was because the magic was already running wild with the reverse blood magic attack, and half of their sanity had flown away. Like hunting dogs waiting for a signal, the seventy warriors of the Cheonwoldae simply kicked the ground and charged forward.

[What are you going to do?]

Shikshin Cheonggyeong, who had been watching the situation, expressed doubts when it seemed that Dangsangmyeong would fight with his sword until the end. The swordsmanship skills that he had suddenly revealed were certainly unexpected, but these enemies did not seem to be easy opponents. Wouldn't it be better to fight with a secret martial arts suitable for mass killing?

Dang-myeong looked at the approaching Cheonwoldae warriors and raised his True Sword. He laid it down horizontally and extended it to the left. It was a simple prelude to a horizontal attack. It was too ordinary for a jockey style.

Then suddenly he mutters.

"Just ring the bell."

Is this an answer to the auditory question of what to do?

Then, Dang-myung added one more word.

"Island (continued)."

Okay then.

As if it were a lie, the world split in two. This is crazy…!"

A curse mixed with embarrassment burst out of Yeonwoo's mouth. Anyone in his position would have reacted the same way.

'What the hell kind of inspection is this…?'

A single sword.

The movement that the man with the dead body made was simple. It was just a horizontal stroke extending from left to right.

But the aftermath was never simple.

A red line suddenly appeared in the world. It was like looking at the eastern horizon just before the sun rose. At first glance, it was a magnificent sight.

The problem is that the red horizon was drawn on top of the Cheonwoldae.

No one escaped.

It's a given.

How can you avoid a sword that strikes you like a ray of light? The moment you realize it, you'll already have been struck by the sword.

It would be difficult unless you have an intuition that reaches the realm of foresight.

The sight of seventy bodies being torn apart at the same time was quite bizarre.

There was no scream. Was it because the sense of pain was lost due to the reverse blood magic?

Even after being cut off, the lower half of the body took a few more steps before collapsing, and the upper half, which had lost its lower half, fell behind it, spilling out its internal organs and blood. The dark blue magic that had bloomed around them was fading away by the minute, and the natural flowers that had been gleaming in each of their eyes also quickly lost their luster.

The word annihilation is engraved like a seal in Yeonwoo's mind.

The shock itself was hard to believe even when I saw it with my own eyes. They were not a bunch of idiots. Even within the Cheonmasin Church, the Cheonwoldae, which was recognized as one of the elite military units, had greatly increased their power by using the reverse blood magic attack, and yet they were defeated…!

That too in just one move.

In the meantime, Yeon Woo-joong's survival was purely a stroke of luck. He assumed that the man with the deadly wound was an unfathomable master, so he did not even take light cross-sections lightly. And then, in a momentary ominous feeling, he jumped into the air without realizing it. That saved his life.

"You're lucky. I was half-dead ready to kill you."

Yeonwoo-joong shuddered at the muttering of Dang-myung. It was not that he didn't feel like he had just stepped into the underworld. The Cheonwoldae warriors were lying on the floor in a pool of blood—he was on the verge of losing his life in the same way.

'… Aren't you thinking of finding out why our school is in Hyeonyangchon?'

Yeonwoojung didn't understand. The followers disguised as civilians didn't know the details of the plan using Hyeonyangmun. The other party probably knew that much. In other words, if Cheonwoldae and Yeonwoojung himself were all killed, the plan that Cheonmasingyo had been planning here would be completely buried. Could it be that it didn't matter?

This was a thought I had because I didn't know the person named Yeonwoojung Dangmyeong.

The most important thing for Dang-myung was to live a normal life with his loved ones. He wasn't obsessed with digging up the truth or anything. He was curious about what the Demonic Cult was planning in Sacheon, but he decided that it was enough to just kill the Demonic Cultists and thwart their plans. He also had a murderous intention because he knew that Yeon Woo-joong was the cousin of Yeon Jung-hyeok, the Lord of Magwangcheon.

Besides, Kunlun and Gongdong will soon be waging a war against the Demonic Cult. If the Demonic Cult falls then, then the things we were planning here in Xianyang Village won't matter.

'Rather than that, you're holding out for this.'

Dang-myeong glanced at Yeon-woo-jung and then looked at the Cham-ma-geom. The Cham-ma-geom was in a state of burning red, but it was slowly returning to its original color.

It is definitely a famous sword.

The Sword 1 Island that Dang-myeong had just unleashed was the martial arts of the swordsman who was his teacher in his previous life. Of course, it wasn't a proper display of power. It wasn't a power-based, built-up, powerful skill, but rather a skill that was unleashed using the internal energy of the Dok-yo-cheong-gwang-sim-beop, a Dang-ga-sim-beop. It felt somewhat degraded.

Even so, an ordinary sword can never handle the swordsman's martial arts. This is because defeat is essentially a debilitating force. Unless you are born with a body far superior to that of an ordinary person and have longevity, simply learning the swordsman's martial arts will lead to a short life. Even if it is not the swordsman's true technique, the swordsman's martial arts have the nature of defeat, so the sword's lifespan will end before it can properly unfold its sword technique.

Of course, there seemed to be a limit to what the True Demon Sword could endure. If the white-hot sword body was continuously unleashed without cooling down, it would not be able to endure and would melt. However, this was not a problem with the skill of the blacksmith who made the sword, but a problem with the material of the sword. Rather, since a sword of this quality was made from ordinary iron, it was necessary to consider that the blacksmith's skill was extremely outstanding.

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[What is that sword…?]

Shikshin Heung-gyeong asked, not hiding his surprise.

[I would believe it even if he said he was the swordsman of his time. Does that make sense? Is this the level of swordsmanship of a guy who hasn't even lived for twenty years?]

It was surprising. He knew that not only had he achieved the level of martial arts that was equivalent to Hwagyeong, but he had also mastered a considerable level of memorization martial arts. In particular, he had mastered the Dokyocheong Gwangsim method and become a being who could be called the master of poison. However, now that I look at it, it seems that his swordsmanship achievements were even more outstanding.

Heung-gyeong thought. Could this guy actually be a fallen reaper who has gone through a half-life crisis? No, before that, could he actually be a blood relative of the Tang family…?

Jang Gil, Dang Mi Ryeo, and Jegal Yeong Yeong were also completely speechless at the sight that was completely out of the ordinary. It's easier said than done, but is it even possible to take on seventy people—and even the elite of the Demonic Cult—with just one sword?

Moreover, as if he was joking, he swung his sword and the stomachs of those who were charging at him from afar were split open and torn to pieces and rolled around. What kind of unrealistic sight is this…!

'I wonder if this person is right.'

Yeon Woo-joong's son, Yeon So-cheong, couldn't help but be shocked. He didn't even care about the pain in his shoulder anymore. He remembered a story he had heard as a child. The swordsman Yeo Dong-bin, who had reached the realm of immortality with his sword. It was said that when he swung his sword with determination, entire mountain peaks could be cut off. It seemed like it wasn't a completely absurd story. No, maybe that man was Yeo Dong-bin's reincarnation.

At the same time, I began to feel that death was imminent. When I found out that my father was of the same bloodline as that Magwang Heavenly Lord, and when a considerable number of the Heavenly Demon Sect warriors casted the Blood Magic Attack, I thought that this pitiful situation would end quickly… But with one sword strike from the man with the bamboo rip, all hope disappeared.

"… Save me."

Suddenly, Yeon Woo-joong spoke. He quickly gave up. As someone who had mastered the magic power, he could also use the reverse magic power to increase his power. However, he judged that it was just a meaningless struggle against someone who could easily slaughter even the Seventy-year-old Cheonwoldae.

In that case, we should try to salvage as much as possible.

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Yeonwoo-jung's eyes briefly turned to her only son, Yeonso-cheong. The child she had created for a mission. She certainly didn't feel much affection for him at first. However, as they say, even a hedgehog is proud of its own young. As she watched him grow, she realized the bond between blood relatives that she had not known when she was in the Cheonmasingyo.

Looking at the dead man again, Yeon Woo-joong continued speaking.

"I do not regret my life. I will gladly give it to you. I did not recognize a master like you and thrust my sword, so I have nothing to say even if my two eyes are gouged out. However, please spare the child who is still young. The child does not know anything. Today is the first day that he found out that his father is related to the Heavenly Demon Sect."

"Father… ."

Yeonwoo's words made Yeonso Cheong weep.

"He's just an ordinary kid. I don't know what kind of grudge you have with Magwangcheonju, but Magwangcheonju doesn't consider me or that kid as blood relatives. Among the blood relatives of Yeonga, Magwangcheonju only cares about one person, the leader of our sect. If you tell me to commit suicide, I will. So please, at least that kid… ."

The tone was desperate.

A father begs for his son's life by sacrificing his own life - a story that would shake the weak-hearted enough. Jang Gil and Dang Mi Ryeo also felt a little uneasy. They knew that Dang Yu Myeong was a person who would not leave any troubles behind, but Yeon So Cheong was hesitant to consider it a trouble. After all, it had not yet been revealed that they were from the Dang family. In some way, wouldn't Dang Yu Myeong be able to show mercy?

Only Jegal Yeong-yeong was watching the situation with an interested look. She thought that through this incident, she would be able to know a little more about what kind of man Dang-myeong was. She wondered whether he would show a side that was swayed by human feelings, or whether he would reveal an extremely cold-hearted personality.

Finally, with everyone watching, Dang-myeong's lips slowly parted.

"It's ordinary…"

Dang-myung looked at the combustion chamber while talking for a long time, and then looked at the nameless field marshal who couldn't even breathe properly on one side.

"An ordinary boy wouldn't just throw a tantrum at anyone because he didn't like something. He must have been raised that way. He must have caused all sorts of harm to the innocent people around him. It didn't seem like it was his first time taking a life."

"You already have a devilish nature, and have committed irreversible mistakes. Is it right to be pardoned just because you are young? If I had not come here, your son would have taken that night market's life at any time. Or if I had not been strong enough to handle you, I would have been killed."

"for a moment…!"

Yeonwoo-jung felt the atmosphere becoming tense and tried to kick the ground. However, Yeonwoo-jung was unable to move.

'What is this…!'

The reason why the tremendous murderous intent that arose in an instant was engulfing his entire body was because of it. A deep green light flashed in Dang-myung's eyes. He had activated the area of murderous intent. The highly refined murderous intent was pressuring Yeon-woo-joong. It was a murderous intent that could directly strike a person's heart. He would be speechless.

Looking at that sight, Dang-myeong said coldly.

"Even if there is room for rehabilitation."

While holding the True Demon Sword, Yuan Ming suddenly thought. It was as if the sword name had been created in anticipation of today. He had already defeated a hundred demons. It was enough to be called the True Demon Sword. And now he was going to defeat even a small demon.

"I have no intention of sparing the life of one who has drawn a sword upon me."

"iced coffee…!"

Was it because he sensed death? The extreme fear of Yeon-so-cheong was engraved on him. Since a single ray of life was directed at Yeon-so-cheong, he too, like his father, could not move.

"There is only one mercy I can bestow: to make father and son equally noble."

• •

Then, you will regret it when you die. - Adding that, Dang-myung swung his sword like lightning.

There was a flash of light.

Almost simultaneously, two heads hit the ground with a thud.

By coincidence, the father and son were facing each other. No, you really don't have to give it back. If the Great Swordsman hadn't stepped forward, I would have lost my life by now. Besides, now that the True Demon Sword has finally found its master, I'm sure your noble master will be satisfied."

Yajang, Mak Incheol said, waving his hands.

When Dang-myeong tried to return the True Sword that he had borrowed, Mak-in-cheol refused several times. At first, he trembled and stuttered, so Dang-myeong could not understand his true intentions. Although the True Sword was a famous sword, it was not something that Dang-myeong really needed. In this life, he was not going to be a swordsman, but the head of the Sacheondang family, a martial artist who used poison and secret weapons. As he had originally planned, an ordinary longsword would have been enough. That was why he tried to return it. Not only did he not bring the money to pay for a famous sword like the True Sword, but he also did not want to take something from someone who was powerless.

Hana Mak In-cheol sincerely wanted to hand over the True Sword to Sang-myeong. Although he was terrified, it was not because he was afraid of Sang-myeong. He was just naturally reacting as a commoner, having witnessed over a hundred people being slaughtered in an instant before his eyes. And somehow, Mak In-cheol could tell that the man in front of him was cruel, but not a villain.

Perhaps because of his innate courage, Mak In-cheol regained his composure relatively quickly. Jang Gil, Dang Mi-ryeo, and Jegal Yeong-yeong's eyes lit up when they saw him.

Not only was his night-field skills outstanding, but this aspect of him was also extraordinary. He was a talent that was too good to be in a small village like Hyeonyangchon.

Anyway, when Mak In-cheol calmly expressed his will again, Dang Myeong-myeong could also feel his sincerity.

"Did you say it was Mak In-cheol?"

"… Yes. Confucius. You can just call me Incheol."

Although he was slightly surprised by the sudden response, Mak In-cheol answered naturally. When he thought about it, it was unlikely that someone with such a high level of power would be of an ordinary status. In fact, it was strange that he had been in the anti-communist unit until now.

"Are you good at making other types of weapons besides swords?"

"Yes. Anything made of iron… Is there anything you would like to ask?"

"You could also make secret weapons like shurikens, knives, and spears?"

"If it's a simple form of memorization, it's actually easier. They were made to be easily mass-produced in the first place. If it requires a special function, it might be a little tricky… ."

"Well, that's enough."

As he said that, Dang-myung lifted his head slightly. His peerless beauty was clearly revealed. Mak-in-cheol was surprised by his outstanding appearance, which he had never seen before, and was surprised again by the fact that he looked to be young at best. To think that someone of that age would have such great swordsmanship…!

It felt like meeting the next King of Swords.

Dang-myung said it like this.

"Since you say so, I will use this sword, the New Demon, well. Since I have received a precious gift, I must repay you properly. You may feel that I have saved your life, but if you remain here, your life will soon be in danger again. There is someone who witnessed what happened."

"ah "

Mak In-cheol let out a sigh as if he had realized something. When Cheonwoldae first appeared, he had sensed an ominous atmosphere and the few civilians around him had all evacuated, so he had thought there were no witnesses. After all, Deung-myeong had killed all the remaining members, including Yeon-so-cheong.

However, there was one person who had been watching the incident from the beginning. It was the male servant who had been accompanying the fire department.

If he went to Hyeonyangmun and reported it, Mak Incheol would have to suffer a lot and tell everything that happened today. No, considering how much Hyeonyangmun Lord Nam Jinsun loved Yeonsocheong, it would be hard for him to survive. He could even be killed for venting his anger. This was Hyeonyang Village, and it was a place ruled by Hyeonyangmun.

Mak In-cheol became lost in thought.

Looking at that sight, Dang-myeong opened his mouth.

"Go to the party."

"Are you… talking about that?"

"Yes. I know the way to the castle. Just go a little south from here. If you walk quickly, you should be there by tomorrow."

Mak In-cheol had a confused expression. Why are you telling me to go to Dangga out of nowhere…?

Of course, it wasn't that it didn't make sense. The Hyeonyangmun was a faction of the Apostles under the command of the Black Death League, and to avoid their pursuit, the best way was to go to the Holy Land. Although Mak In-cheol had no connection with the martial arts world, he still knew that the Holy Land was a kind of inviolable territory under the command of the Black Death League.

Even so, it was something that felt strange. If I went to the party, would they even accept me?

"Do you have a pencil and ink?"

"Yes, yes. Probably."

Mak In-cheol quickly brought paper and a brush. Although he was a night market worker, he could still read and write a few basic characters. He had learned them separately in order to manage the quantity of ordered items and inventory.

Anyway, Yu Sang-myeong held the paper with one hand and swung the brush over it. Jang Gil's eyes widened as he watched. This was because he had just realized that Yu Sang-myeong had fixed the paper with his internal energy. How much internal energy must he have acquired to be able to do something like that…?

What Deungmyung was writing was not a normal sentence. It was a secret language promised to the Bongwidae. With this alone, the authenticity of the letter would be guaranteed to some extent. Even if something happened to Mak Incheol, the contents would not be known.

Dang-myeong rolled up the letter and handed it to Mak-in-cheol, saying:

"Here is a letter of introduction. If you take this, you will be welcomed warmly. Do you have any family?"

"I am single."

"Good. You can leave right away. Unless it's something of considerable value, it's probably best not to bring anything with you."

"I know this may be presumptuous of you to ask, but… what is Confucius's relationship with the Tang family…?"

Mak In-cheol asked cautiously. As far as he knew, the Dang family was a martial arts family that mainly used poison and secret weapons. The swordsmanship of this young swordsman was certainly amazing, but he could not guess the connection to the Dang family at all. He was curious, but he felt that he needed to know the status to make up his mind properly. From what he said, it seemed like he was not asking the Dang family to temporarily rely on him, but to become a member of the Dang family.

Even though the Tang family was safe for now, there was a worry that they would be attacked and destroyed by the surrounding Apostolic Factions in the future. In fact, this was a common thought among the common people living in Sacheon.

But the obvious answer that follows is

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"I am the head of the Sacheondang family."

Yajang Mak Incheol decided to bury his bones in Dangga.

****

After saying goodbye to Mak In-cheol, Dang Myeong-myeong and his party quickly left Hyeonyang Village.

The reason Yeon Woo-jung and Cheon Wol-dae were killed was because they were members of the Cheonma Sect. Yu Sang-myeong deliberately passed by the Hyeonyangmun Gate and tried to expand his senses, but he could not detect anyone with as much magical energy as Cheon Wol-dae. He could only sense the presence of people with extremely small amounts of magical energy, similar to ordinary people, and those who had learned the martial arts of the Sa-pa.

'The guards will take care of the rest.'

After seeing the signboard of Hyeonyangmun written in a long and bold handwriting, Dangmyeong took a step forward. After hearing from Mak Incheol that Hyeonyangmun was the predecessor of Hyeonyang Sangdan, an idea finally came to mind.

Dangjeoksin, the father and future father-in-law of Dangmi So and Dangmi Ryeo, said that there were several merchants in Seongdo who took advantage of the situation that Dangga was in and made huge profits. Among them, there was definitely one called Hyeonyang Merchant Group.

The letter he gave to Mak In-cheol didn't just say to treat Mak In-cheol well. It also mentioned that he had encountered the demon cult here in Hyeonyang Village and that they were members of Hyeonyangmun. Hyeonyangmun probably didn't know anything about the demon cult, but in any case, from Dangga's perspective, it was as if Sogaju had been attacked by members of Hyeonyangmun. Considering the loyalty of Bongwidae, it wouldn't have been easy to let it go. Retribution would be inflicted, knowingly or unknowingly.

In addition, Yu Sang-myeong ordered that there be quite a few cultists disguised as ordinary civilians in Hyeonyang Village, so he ordered them to keep an eye on their movements. In fact, those who possessed a small amount of magic were closer to civilians than martial artists. That's why Yu Sang-myeong decided not to search for and kill them one by one. He simply added that if they were planning something suspicious or doing something that would harm other civilians in Sacheon, they should be killed without delay.

"Ah, now I feel like I can live a little."

Dang Mi-ryeo said. Jegal Yeong-yeong also nodded in agreement. The group had now thrown off their bamboo hats and cotton robes. The false information that the murderer who killed over a hundred people in Hyeonyang Village was wearing bamboo hats would spread, so they had revealed their faces. The group was each carrying a sword. They would not know that they were members of the Dang family until they left.

Jang Gil, Dang Mi Ryeo, and Jegal Yeong Yeong were carrying ordinary long swords, while Yu Dan Myeong was carrying a real horse sword.

Dang Mi-ryeo glanced at Dang Sang-myeong's waist and said.

"I wouldn't know until I actually pulled it out. It looks like a completely worn-out longsword. It's perfect."

The obvious reason was that the True Sword wanted to look ordinary. The greed of a warrior for an excellent weapon is comparable to the greed of a merchant or the lust for power of a high-ranking official.

It was only natural. Sometimes, the superiority of the weapon could determine the outcome. Dang-myung didn't want any unnecessary trouble to arise.

The scabbard made by Mak In-cheol was very eye-catching. At first glance, it had an antique pattern engraved all over it. There was a way to hide it by wrapping it in old cloth, but that would have been eye-catching in its own way.

The best way is to use a shabby scabbard, but a sword as famous as the True Demon Sword cannot be stored in just any scabbard. An ordinary scabbard would have difficulty handling the True Demon Sword's energy, but a scabbard that doesn't fit well will reduce the sword's sharpness. It's no different from shortening the sword's lifespan, so it's equally unpleasant.

What Mak In-cheol brought back then was the scabbard that his master had made. It was made from well-tanned fish skin, and when I touched it, I could tell it was a very high-quality piece, but perhaps because of the passage of time, it looked extremely shabby on the outside.

Let's do this.

After putting the sword in and taking it out a few times, Dang-myung nodded with satisfaction, and Mak-in-cheol packed the luxurious scabbard he had made and set off.

Anyway.

The group, who looked like unmistakable martial artists to anyone who saw them, now moved with lightness. The Sapa martial artists tended to show off their martial arts without hesitation. This was the opposite of the Jeongpa martial artists, who avoided showing off their martial arts in front of civilians as much as possible.

"It's stuffy."

Zhuge Yingying flinched at the obvious words. Among the group, her martial arts achievements were the lowest. Her lightness was bound to be slow, and the others had to match Zhuge Yingying's speed. It was a situation where she had no choice but to be cautious.

At that moment, Dang-Myeong Lee raised his hand and stopped the group, saying:

"Get up."

"yes…?"

Jegal Yeong-yeong was surprised and asked back. Carrying me? Could it be that Sogaju was going to carry me to my next destination, Deogyang?

Since ancient times, physical contact between men and women has been the fastest way to advance a relationship. Jegal Yeongyeong blushed shyly, secretly cheering. Then she thought. She wasn't plump yet, but her breasts were quite full, so she should press them against Sogaju's back.

however.

"Why are you coming towards me?"

Dang-myung said as if he was puzzled.

"I'm telling you to carry Jang Gil. We have to get there before the sun sets. I don't think you want to stay overnight."

I don't know what he's thinking - At Dang-myeong's words, who turned his head while muttering, Jegal Yeong-yeong's face turned redder than the sunset, and Dang-mi-ryeon smiled with a sense of satisfaction as she watched him.

Jang Gil just smiled. There was nothing special going on in Deogyang.

There were some eyes fixed on the group of people who had thrown off their bamboo and cotton cloths, but no one dared to pick a fight. This was because if you go up a little to the northwest from Deogyang, there is Sipbang. In Sipbang, there is Simhwabang. It is the place where the Sacheonjihoe is held.

The party of Dangmyeongmyeong and his men were all armed with swords, and except for Janggil, they were all under the age of 18. Naturally, they would have guessed that they were the successors of a family that participated in the Sacheonjihoe. They were all just cautiously looking at each other, not knowing what kind of disaster they might face if they provoked trouble.

Thanks to that, the party was able to rest comfortably. What was a little surprising was that the news about what happened in Hyeonyang Village was already spreading.

"Hey, did you hear that? I heard there was a huge massacre in Hyeonyang Village."

"If it's Hyeonyang Village, isn't it the territory of Hyeonyangmun? It's famous for the Great Power Method and the Black Death Sword Method."

"Yes. The second son-in-law of the owner of the house there, Nam Jin-sun, died. They say his head was found lying next to his son's."

"Wait a minute, if you're Nam Jin-sun's second son-in-law… isn't that Yeon Woo-jung? I've seen him use a sword before, and his skills are no ordinary skill. I remember hearing that he was a descendant of a fallen swordsmanship family."

"Right. That's the name. Wait, you use the surname Yeon…?"

"I know what you're thinking, but it can't be. Why would the bloodline of the Demonic Cult leader flow all the way to Sacheon? From their perspective, even the Hyeonyangmun would look like a third-rate sect. They wouldn't be able to use their original surnames. Anyway, let's continue the story. It's a bit surprising that someone as great as Yeonwoojung died, but it's not impossible."

"Shh. It's the devil's cult. Watch your mouth."

"If you call the Demonic Cult the Demonic Cult, then what do you call it? Look, this is Sacheon. I don't know about other places, but here in Sacheon, you don't have to fear the Demonic Cult. It's the world of the Sado and the territory of the Black Lotus. No matter how much of a Demonic Cult it is, clashing with the Black Lotus is bound to be burdensome. Why, when Ma Gwangcheon attacked Dangga before, didn't the Maguang Heavenly Lord actually move? It's a well-known fact that Maguang Heavenly Lord Yeon Joonghyuk dislikes Yeonju. If we're not careful, the Demonic Martial Arts can become the nutrient of the Sado Martial Arts."

"… Let's stop talking about that. Anyway, not only Yeon Woo-jung, but also his young son died together, and it is said that Nam Jin-sun, the head of the Hyeon Yang clan, was very angry because of that. It seems that the child, who is his grandson, was probably chosen as the head of the clan."

"Is this a dispute over succession?"

"That's not it. It seems like the outsider is a villain. According to the surviving witness, a servant of Hyeonyangmun, they just happened to get into an altercation at the blacksmith shop. The opponents were a gang of four people wearing bamboo hats, and one of them was a swordsman of incredible skill."

"Wow. If you can kill that guy Yeonwoo, you can definitely be called a skilled person."

"No, the murder of Yeonwoo Joong isn't the problem. There were over a hundred bodies at the scene."

"Are these the escort troops of Hyeonyangmun?"

"They were there, but they were relatively few in number. There were a hundred of them, and they were a force that even the Hyeonyangmun Gate didn't know existed. It was questionable why they suddenly showed up and died there, but they all seemed to be extremely trained warriors."

"It's strange. That many people were hiding in Hyeonyangmun. It's been prospering recently, but what's there to eat in that small town? Hmm, by the way, is it related to that guy named Yeonwoojung? Judging from the fact that he suddenly showed up… . Could it really be related to Ma… No, Cheonma Shingyo?"

"I don't know. That's why I told you to watch your mouth. What was more surprising was the scars left on the body. Excluding the guards of Hyeonyangmun, a hundred unidentified forces that seemed quite powerful were defeated by just one person."

"I guess that's the bamboo swordsman I mentioned earlier."

"I guess so."

"Huh, there aren't many swordsmen in the world who can handle a hundred men on their own. If you narrow it down to four thousand, there would be even fewer. Isn't it possible for someone like Mak In-hu of the lowly Taeeulmuk Sword Sect to be of such a high status?"

"No, I think they're even more advanced than that. It's hard to believe, but among the corpses, all twelve were dead with their upper and lower bodies separated…"

"Was there? The cost? For a skilled swordsman, cutting someone apart bone by bone isn't a difficult task."

"… It seems that he did it with just one move. They say he killed as many as seventy people with one strike."

"what…?"

The party of Dang-myeong listened to the bloodshed of Hyeonyang Village being talked about here and there, but let it go unnoticed. Rumors really spread quickly, as if they were carried by the wind. In reality, news through the Jeonseogu was faster than human feet.

Do these people know that the swordsman they are talking about, who possesses an astonishingly unstoppable force, is passing right next to them?

Naturally, the group was planning to buy a carriage.

Although it was quite expensive, I decided to use a place called Hwahwamabang without hesitation, as it was a business directly under Simhwabang.

"You're resourceful."

"Yes, that's right."

At the muttering of Dang-myeong, Jegal Yeong-yeong agreed. In Deokyang-do and the cities near Sip-bang, people from all over Sacheon would have gathered to participate in the Sacheon Branch. And since each of them was a descendant of a family or a faction, it was more likely that they would use carriages rather than walk.

Some may not care, but most participants would try to avoid conflict before joining the Sacheon branch. They would have to fight over all sorts of interests, so it was natural to try to preserve their power.

The best way to avoid conflict was to receive protection from the Simhwabang, who was in charge of the Sacheonjihoe. For example, by using the Hwahwamabang's carriage. It was several times more expensive than other horse stables, but it was worth it.

It is said that the Hwahwa Horse Shop was created only recently. It is mainly distributed in cities near the Sipbang, and it does business by renting horses from other horse shops. Anyone with a little bit of intelligence can easily guess that the Simhwa Horse Shop is trying to make a big profit by using the Sacheon Branch as a target.

Dang-myeong and his party also decided to use Hwa-hwa-ma-bang to avoid unnecessary trouble and hassle.

"Excellent choice. We will take you safely to your destination."

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The head of the Hwahwamabang Deokyang branch accepted the silver that Jang Gil had handed him, smiled broadly, and rubbed his hands together. He looked like a typical merchant.

He asked a question while he was guiding the group.

"Judging by your appearance, you must be a famous warrior or a nobleman. I wonder if you will grant me the honor of hearing your name…."

"Don't be a jerk and just guide me. If you don't want to die."

As Dang-myeong touched the sword and spoke ominously, the head of the Deokyang branch of the Hwahwa Horse Shop, who called himself Jeong Mo, quickly handed the group over to the coachman and disappeared. It seemed that he had relied on the power of Sim Hwa-bang, who was in charge of the Sacheon branch, to gather information in his own way, but he had to do it while looking at the person.

"Then, let's leave right away."

As everyone got on board, the coachman began to drive the horses in a familiar manner.

****

Is it because I used the Hwahwamabang belonging to the Simhwabang?

As expected, the group was able to arrive at Sipbang without any problems.

"It's really surprising. There are so many Sapa warriors gathered here, and there's not even a commotion."

Zhuge Yingying said as if she was genuinely surprised. She was from Hubei, a Zhuge family member. She grew up in an environment where the declining power of the Zhengdao faction, the growing power of Ma Guangcheon, and a few Sado factions coexisted and opposed each other. The Sado faction members she knew were mostly back-alley gangsters. They were also called black bandits. Whenever they gathered, they would fight each other, and even the most capable ones were barely at the level of ronin.

But what about those gathered here in the ten directions?

They were all wearing uniforms and exuding a sharp and sharp aura. They looked like proper elite troops from a proper defense force. They didn't cause any trouble. It was because they were so aggressive, but if you look at their actions, they looked no different from the elite troops from the righteous faction.

'This is the world of the Apostles, where there is order, called the Black Lotus.'

Jegal Yeong-yeong looked around with his eyes wide. Looking back, the lives of the commoners did not seem so bad as they passed by. Since it was Sacheon where the Black Lotus reigned, I thought they would be exploited by the Sa faction, but they seemed to be living better lives than the commoners in Hubei where politics, politics, and evil were intertwined. Come to think of it, in some villages, I heard commoners who had not even learned martial arts praising the Black Lotus Lord Yu Gil-jun.

At the time, I let it slide, but I thought that if the people were truly satisfied with the rule of Heuksa-ryeon, then it would be natural for the common people to do so voluntarily.

'… Perhaps, in the future, no power of that kind will ever be able to enter Sacheon.'

It is a justification to move the Jeongdo forces. However, if the Black Lotus continues to rule without causing much damage to the civilians as it is now, there is no room for the Jeongdo forces to advance into Sacheon. If things continue this way, won't the Tang family become the last Jeongdo forces in Sacheon?

'Surely the cows are great, but… .'

Jegal Yeongyeong glanced at the face of the peerless young man walking beside him. No matter how many times I looked at him, he was beautiful. It was new every time. And his talent for martial arts was even better than his beauty. Indeed, his uncle Jegal Changsin was worthy of betting the family's fate on him. The scene where he took seventy lives with a single sword was truly shocking. It was to the point where I thought that when the Black Lotus Pearl and the Magic Heavenly Pearl reached their limit and died, Dang-Myeong would become the best in the world.

In Zhuge Yingying's opinion, the revival of the Tang family was a foregone conclusion. That is, unless some disaster occurred and Tang Yuanming died suddenly.

However, I didn't think that I could do anything about the Black Lotus. There was a reason why the saying "a small number cannot defeat a large number" existed.

Above all, isn't Yu Gil-jun, the Black Lotus, still alive and well?

While Jegal Yeong-yeong was lost in thought, the group of Dang-myeong and his men suddenly came face to face with a red pavilion. It was an architectural style that gave off a feeling of a giant tower rather than a martial arts barrier.

"It was an honor to be able to serve you, even if only briefly."

Jang Gil said.

"Well then, good luck. Sogaju."

"Okay. Go straight home."

Dang-myeong nodded and waved his hand. A huge number of Sa-pa-nim were gathered here in the ten directions. They were the successors of each family and faction participating in the Sacheon Branch Association, and their followers. It seemed that they were probably waiting until the Sacheon Branch Association was destroyed.

Although Dangmi Jegal Yeongyeong and Dangmi were invited guests, Jang Gil was not. If it was revealed that he was a member of the Dang family, he could have been harmed. So, before his identity was revealed, Dangmi ordered Jang Gil to return to his family immediately.

In front of the room, there were men in formal attire holding small brushes, writing in guestbooks and such. It seemed like they were checking the participants of the Sacheonjihoe and letting them in. There were already many people inside, so the line wasn't long.

When Jang Gil's presence in the Gyeom area began to fade, Dang Mi-ryeo and Jegal Yeong-yeong followed. In an instant, everyone's attention was drawn to the area. There was a rapid exchange of speculations about his origins. However, since he was carrying a sword, no one guessed that he was from the Dang family.

When someone muttered, "Whose child is that? His face must be the best in the world." A man dressed in a scholar's attire spoke to Dangsangmyeong.

"Please tell me your family origin, clan, and name."

In an instant, everyone in the room held their breath. They were all curious. The famous people were known to everyone, but a man they had never seen before showed up as a participant in the Sacheonjihoe.

Finally, the lips of the peerless young man parted.

"It is a given that Sacheondangga will be built." As soon as Deungmyung revealed his identity, a commotion broke out.

"You just said it was a party, right? I heard you were going, but I didn't think you'd actually show up."

"He's as handsome as I've heard. It's not like the rumors that all the ladies of the castle are in love with him are just empty. Rather, it seems like the rumors aren't enough."

"Is it because they are showing off their feminine side? Both of the people they are with are women. It seems like they were chosen for their beauty rather than their martial arts skills. I wonder if they are underestimating the Sacheonjihoe."

"Don't judge too hastily. It's hard to gauge the strength of the Tang family's figures just by looking at them. Don't underestimate the killing power of the Dragon Poison and the Secret Weapons. Think back to the Taeeulmukgeompa incident."

"I didn't think you were a member of the Tang family since you were carrying a sword. Maybe it was just for camouflage? I've never heard that there's an exceptional swordsman in the Tang family. I think I heard that one of the elders uses a sword."

"Gando is big. It seems like they came here without any special escort. Strictly speaking, from the perspective of the Dangga, which is a moderately powerful clan, this place is no different from Yongdamhohyeol. Besides, there must already be places they have a grudge against. Like Taeeulmukgeompa, Cheonjinbang, and Mokyeonggung."

"Come to think of it, there was a group of people earlier. He was a man with a long face, and I thought Cheonjinbang was moving right away, so I guess he chased after him."

"We need to closely monitor the movements of the saints. If the head of the Sacheon branch is murdered, what will happen to the party…?"

"You said that the name is a given… According to rumors, the author has such deep memorization and learning skills that he can take on hundreds of people on his own. Shouldn't we be worried about the other participants of the Sacheonjihoe?"

"That's probably because the Tang family's martial arts are suited to mass murder. There are probably parts where they properly utilize the ambush technique. To some extent, it's an exaggeration compared to the actual martial arts."

"I agree. If you faithfully observe the warnings against extreme poison and secret weapons, I don't think the other participants will suffer in vain. In particular, I heard that some of the successors of the Bangpa have learned the peerless martial arts that they received from the Yeonju quite deeply. Furthermore, the conflict in the Sacheonjihoe is not a martial… that is, it takes the form of a personal battle, so it will be difficult to utilize the strengths of the Tang family martial arts."

"Your insight is amazing. Even in my opinion, the internal energy of the Tang Family's Sogaju is definitely outstanding for his age, but it's not like the other participants can't handle it. I'm sure there will be a flood of requests for non-combat matches, but it seems like it will take the form of an unintended wheel-to-wheel battle."

"Because there will be many factions that covet the privileges of the saints that the Tang family has enjoyed under the protection of the Lotus Sutra."

Dang Myeong-myeong listened to what they were saying with one ear and let it go unnoticed. Some people were talking dirty about Dang Mi-ryeo and Jegal Yeong-yeong, but he didn't care. It wasn't time to leave yet. First, he had to start by taking action against the successors of the Sado Bangpa who had participated in the Sacheonjihoe.

But it wasn't very pleasant to feel like a monkey inside us.

Dang-myung asked in a cold tone.

"How long do you plan on making me wait?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Since you are of this status, it took some time to assign you a place to stay. You may come inside now.

You will be guided straight away."

As expected, the group entered the meditation room.

****

A room filled with red decorations.

"Yeah. So you're finally here?"

A woman dressed lavishly and wearing clothes that exposed her voluptuous figure muttered.

"Yes. The ark."

The man who had reported bowed his head and answered politely. At the same time, he tried not to be conscious of the woman's body. The woman, Yeo Seol-ryeon of Simhwabangju, had a strange hobby. She would wear revealing clothes on purpose, and if she saw a lustful light in the eyes of a man who looked at her, she would burn him to death on the spot.

The martial art that Yeo Seol-ryeon mastered was the Red Lotus Flame Technique. If you master the Red Lotus Flame Technique, you can target and burn an opponent within a three-zhang radius (approximately 9m) with just your mind. Of course, it doesn't work on masters above a certain level, so you have to make direct contact with them, but in any case, it was definitely a martial art that could help you rise to the top.

But there was something strange. The term "Yanggang Muhak" literally meant that one had to have strong yang energy to become great in martial arts. How could a woman like Yeo Seol-ryeon become great in the Yanggang Muhak, the Jeokryeon Yeonhwasul? No, how could she learn the Jeokryeon Yeonhwasul, which was not well known in the martial arts world in the first place?

"How can I kill that bastard to relieve this grudge…?"

The man lying face down shuddered at the eerie tone.

****

Yeo Seol-ryeon was originally the concubine of a high-ranking imperial official.

It was not a life she had chosen for herself. Yeo Seol-ryeon, who was an orphan and grew up in a brothel from a young age, naturally became a gisaeng and, after serving many guests, caught the eye of a high-ranking official.

The other gisaengs envied Yeo Seol-ryeon, who had changed her fate in an instant, but Yeo Seol-ryeon considered herself unfortunate. What good was eating good food and wearing good clothes? She felt like she was living the life of a plaything, not a human being. She admired the martial artists who occasionally visited Giru. She wished she could travel the vast world like them.

Then one day.

The high-ranking official he was serving suddenly died. He was called a concubine. It happened when he was in love with a new concubine other than Yeo Seol-ryeon.

Yeo Seol-yeon sensed that the opportunity had come. The high-ranking official had a penchant for collecting rare martial arts books. Yeo Seol-yeon recalled the high-ranking official telling her about the martial arts called Jeokryeonyeonhwasul while they were sleeping. It was a martial art that could burn an opponent to death just by making up one's mind without having to clash swords. Even though she didn't know much about martial arts, she thought it was no ordinary martial art.

In this way, Yeo Seol-ryeon ran away with the martial arts book that contained the Jeokryeonyeonhwasul. Yeo Seol-ryeon, who was escaping from the official route, encountered a group of bandits while crossing the mountain, and it was Mak In-hu who saved her at that time. Jang Moon of the Taeeulmukgeompa who was killed by Dang Yu-myeong.

That was fate and the two fell in love.

Yeo Seol-ryeon learned the basics of martial arts from Mak In-hu. Mak In-hu was originally a disciple of a shaman who was part of the old school, so he was an excellent teacher.

When her martial arts achievements had deepened to a certain extent, Yeo Seol-ryeon began to practice the Jeokryeonyeonhwasul. It was something she attempted because she had no knowledge of the Yanggang martial arts.

Yeo Seol-ryeon loved Mak In-hu, but she did not reveal anything about the Jeokryeonyeonhwajutsu. It was partly because she was worried that he would think that she had approached Mak In-hu to learn martial arts, and partly because she was afraid that if she talked about how she had acquired the Jeokryeonyeonhwajutsu, her past as a concubine of a high-ranking official or a courtesan would be revealed.

Although she was late in learning martial arts, Yeo Seol-ryeon was still quite talented. Perhaps that was why she was able to learn the Jeokryeonyeonhwasul smoothly on her own.

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The problem arose when Yeo Seol-yeon reached the third level of the Red Lotus Art. The Red Lotus Art, a martial art of the two Gangs, did not suit a woman's body. It was not simply unsuitable, but it was eating away at her body little by little. Yeo Seol-yeon later learned that if a woman were to force herself to learn the Red Lotus Art, she could fall into a state of magic possession. Even though she no longer practiced the Red Lotus Art, Yeo Seol-yeon's physical condition continued to deteriorate.

Mak In-hu didn't notice this fact because Yeo Seol-yeon never showed it.

Soon, Yeo Seol-yeon realized that hiding had its limits.

Finally, she made a decision. To hold back tears and remove the mask.

Ichigaya, I'm sorry. I can't be with you anymore.

Yeo Seol-ryeon sincerely wished for Mak In-hu's happiness. He was already deeply hurt by the incident with Samun. It was only a matter of time. He would eventually fall into the demonic possession of Juhwa and die. If that happened, Mak In-hu would have a harder time. He might even blame himself and suffer in pain for the rest of his life. Even though it wasn't his fault.

One line. What do you mean? Where on earth are you going, leaving me behind…!

Mak In-hu couldn't accept the breakup, but in the end he couldn't overcome Yeo Seol-ryeon's stubbornness.

So the two broke up, and a considerable amount of time passed.

In the meantime, Mak In-hu met a new person, got married, and had children. Yeo Seol-ryeon quietly waited for death while hearing news of Mak In-hu from afar. Up until this point, she had no more attachment to the world.

But is it a twist of fate?

Yeo Seol-ryeon meets someone who will completely change her life.

_You learned the art of being a man in a woman's body. Is this a new way to commit suicide?

Heuksaryeonju Yu Giljun.

A being born with the qualities of a great master, who can see through the principles of the uneducated just by looking at them.

—If you want to live, recite the verse.

Yeo Seol-ryeon recited the verse of the Jeokryeonyeonhwasul as if she was possessed, and Yu Gil-jun recited the verse before she could even half-awaken. The transformation was instantaneous. The Yanggangmuhak that only men could master was transformed into the yin energy that women possessed.

When you reach the highest level, your accumulated internal injuries will naturally be healed. So keep practicing.

After leaving those words, Yu Gil-jun suddenly disappeared. Yeo Seol-ryeon went straight into the deep mountains to practice and eventually mastered the Jeokryeonyeonhwa technique.

Only after she returned to the world did Yeo Seol-ryeon realize that the one who had shown her kindness was Yu Gil-jun, the Black Lotus Master. She gathered women and set up a sect, naming it Simhwabang. It was natural for her to devote herself to Black Lotus. After Mak In-hu, Taeeul Mokgeompa also belonged to Black Lotus.

Yeo Seol-yeon had complicated feelings. When her health was not normal, she had hoped that Mak In-hu would live happily with another woman, but now that things had turned out this way, she wanted to possess him again.

However, when he met Mak In-hu again during the meeting between the Apostle Faction under the Black Death League, he did not show any longing or affection. After all, it was Yeo Seol-ryeon herself who had abandoned him in the first place, so he had no reason to feel sorry. It was only natural.

Yeo Seol-ryeon suffered alone and occasionally consoled herself by seeing Mak In-hu. She even secretly spread rumors about her relationship with Mak In-hu when she was young. She aimed to cause discord in her family. It didn't have much effect.

As time passed, Yeo Seol-ryeon's heart grew deeper. She would control her anger by burning to death the men who lusted after her.

Then one day.

_It is said that the last chapter of the Taeeulmukgeompa died. In Gongdongsan… .

It was shocking news.

Before he could properly convey his feelings, Mak In-hu died.

Yeo Seol-yeon was very angry. What kind of a murderous bastard would do something like that…!

Soon after, the scar was revealed.

Unbelievably, it was said that this was the work of a young boy who had become the new head of the Tang family. Aesongi, who had not even reached the age of 18, annihilated the elite troops of the Taeeulmukgeompa, Jang Moon-mak-in-hu, and Cheonjinbangju Jeong Yeon-song.

Of course.

Yeo Seol-ryeon chewed on her enemy's name over and over again, vowing revenge after the end.

Could it be that heaven is helping us once again?

At that moment, a board called Sacheonjihoe was laid out, and Tangga Sogaju Dangmyeong came up on that board.

But Yeo Seol-ryeon did not let her guard down.

Even in the unlikely event of an emergency, Dang-myung had prepared a strategy that would absolutely ensure his death.

I didn't want to run it, but… . Heuksaryeonju Yu Giljun 一 The absolute ruler of Sacheon who destroyed three of the nine mountain sects that had been growing stronger over hundreds of years and became known as the Six Sects.

He had an adopted daughter.

Heuksahwa Yoo Yeonhee.

It is a well-known fact that Yu Gil-jun, the Black Lotus King, was a simple man. As the ruler of a castle, he could have enjoyed immense power comparable to that of a king of a small country, but he did not do so.

Rather than enjoying delicacies from the mountains and the sea, he preferred to eat noodles and dumplings at shabby inns, and he loved to reminisce about the times when he would wander the back alleys drinking cheap liquor with his sworn brothers and comrades-in-arms, the Sado Yukjon (邪道大尊), who had been with him since the days of the Black Death Sect.

He neither indulged in women nor coveted wealth.

As a great master of the Apostolic Martial Arts, his only hobby was to study new martial arts or to change the martial arts of the higher ranks into those of the Apostolic Martial Arts. Although he was walking around the Apostolic Martial Arts due to ill-fated relations with Cheongseong, Ami, and Jeomchang, he had no intention of annihilating other powers that he had no grudge against.

He did not interfere much with the subordinate factions' control of their territories or their mutual conflicts. He left it up to each faction's autonomy. That is why today's Sacheonjihoe has become a place where people fight over vested interests.

Anyway, there was one thing that this humble absolute ruler rarely cared about, and that was the happiness and safety of his adopted daughter, Heuk Sa Hwa Yoo Yeon Hee.

Yu Gil-jun, the Black Lotus Master, would get whatever Yu Yeon-hee wanted, and he also made sure that at least one or two of the Six Apostles would accompany her whenever she went out of the Black Lotus.

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Not much was known about how Yu Yeon-hee could become Yu Gil-jun's adopted daughter. There was a secret speculation that the Sado Yuk-jon, who was the central decision-maker among the Black Death League leaders, also had a fondness for Yu Yeon-hee, and that they had met during their time in the Black Death Sect.

****

"You're more flexible than I thought."

A woman who seemed to be a bit over the age limit spoke with a cheerful expression. She was not particularly beautiful, but her cute impression and tomboyish temperament gave her a strange charm. She was wearing a luxurious purple silk dress, and it was obvious at first glance that she was not an ordinary noble.

"Are you talking about the ark?"

The middle-aged man asked back at Yu Yeon-hee's words. He had a long, diagonal scar across his entire face, and at first glance, he looked like a swordsman who had overcome all kinds of adversity. No, it wasn't just his appearance. In reality, the middle-aged man was a skilled warrior who had overcome the crisis of death several times.

Guhwan Gyogeom (究換授劍) Sangmyeongil 一 He has been with Yu Giljun since the Heuksapa days, and is a swordsman who single-handedly killed two elders of the Cheongseongpa when the latter was destroyed.

Nowadays, he is often called Sado Yukjon rather than the nickname Guhwan Gyogeom.

"Just like those who first devoted themselves to the original training, each had their own story, she too had a sad look in her eyes. She was destined to die young because she had learned the two-strength martial arts of ascension in her female body, but it was by heaven's luck that she met Yeonju. The two-strength martial arts she learned, the Red Lotus Flower Technique, was modified by Yeonju, and now even women can learn it. You can guess how grateful Yeo Bangju is to Yeonju just by looking at the tribute she sends every year."

So, your request will not be rejected unless absolutely necessary - Sangmyungil added. What Yoo Yeonhee had asked Simhwabangju Yeoseolyeon was to assign her a room adjacent to where Dangga Sogaju Dangmyeong was staying.

Yeo Seol-ryeon agreed without much hesitation, saying that she could just give the order.

Although Yu Yeon-hee wasn't very knowledgeable about the current state of the martial arts world, she knew that the Dang family was the only remaining family in Sacheon. It was certain that this Sacheon branch meeting would have various events centered around the Dang family's Sogaju Dang Sang-myeong. It would be fun to watch from up close what kind of events would occur.

Of course, the biggest reason for the request was the rumor that his beauty was no joke. I was curious. How handsome must he be that all the women of the Seongdo Yeojeom who caught a glimpse of him all suffered from lovesickness.

"Can I ask you to teach me the Red Lotus Art? I heard that the Deep Fire Ark can burn men it doesn't like with just a glance. Oh, how great it would be if I could do that too."

"You're talking nonsense. You're a guy who has no intention of learning martial arts properly."

Sangmyungil burst into laughter. Despite having the great master of Sado Martial Arts as his father, Yoo Yeonhee had never learned any martial arts. To be exact, he was born with a unique constitution and could not practice Naegigong. This is because whenever his true energy flowed through his entire body's meridians, he felt excruciating pain that was hard to express.

This was something that even Yu Gil-jun, who was born with the qualities of a great master and was well-versed in the principles of martial arts, could not do anything about. Since it was not something like an illness, there was no need to rely on medical treatment.

However, Yoo Yeon-hee was not heartbroken or frustrated. She had been living as a commoner who had never learned martial arts, so she thought that she could just live as she always had, and that there was no need to learn martial arts. If she had really been desperate, she would have trained even if it meant enduring the pain of her luck.

In the end, it was Yoo Yeon-hee's own will not to learn martial arts, so Sang-myeong-il was also able to lightly bring up this topic.

"Heh. Anyway, since he often commits the bizarre act of burning people to death when he's bored, I wondered if there was something wrong with his personality, but I was surprised to find out that he's more ordinary than I thought."

"It can't be done without a reason."

"Could this have something to do with the pavilions here being reminiscent of a kiru?"

"Well, even I, your uncle, wouldn't know that."

"Anyway, I'm looking forward to it. I wonder how handsome this guy named Dang-myung will be…."

Yoo Yeon-hee put her hands together and made a hazy expression. It seemed as if her imagination was running wild.

Looking at that flexible Yu Yeon-hee, Sang Myeong-il suddenly felt a new sense of emotion. When did that little girl become such a lady?

'No, actually, if you look at it, it's more on my side that has changed. The parasite that used to roam the back alleys has become the Sado Yukjon...'

Sangmyungil burst into laughter.

Back when the Black Death League was still a Black Death League, the leader picked up a shabby boy from somewhere and that boy was none other than Yu Gil-jun. At the time, I didn't know that Yu Gil-jun had such shining qualities.

I just thought he had some talent in martial arts.

Then, an incident occurred where the leader was killed by a Cheongseongpa Taoist priest. Yu Gil-jun used that as an opportunity to create an unbelievable number of martial arts. He taught martial arts that even the members of the Heuksapa could learn, saying that they needed to become stronger.

When he declared that he would destroy all the Cheongseong, Ami, and Jeomchang who were involved in the death of the leader, I really thought he was crazy. It was like hitting a rock with an egg, like hitting a stone with an egg. However, when Yu Gil-jun learned the martial arts that he taught and started to show achievements, the Black Death family members could not help but tremble. This, how could it be possible…!

The members of the Heuksapa, who saw the possibility and made a firm resolution, became sworn brothers and elected Yu Gil-jun as the new leader. Although Yu Gil-jun was the youngest in age, he was the first in rank.

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After that, Yu Gil-jun became stronger than ever and quickly reached Hwagyeong, and the later Sado Yukjeon, including Sangmyeongil, acquired the level of elders of the old sect. All of this happened in just a few years.

'Even now when I think about it, it's unbelievable. I reached Hwagyeong in less than five years since I started learning martial arts properly.'

Sangmyungil shook his head as he recalled that time. At that time, he had no knowledge of martial arts at all, so even if Yu Giljun suddenly pulled out his energy one day, he would have just ignored it.

In any case, Yu Gil-jun, shortly after ascending to the throne, destroyed Cheongseong, Ami, and Jeomchang as he had announced. In the case of Jeomchang, it is said that the lineage is still faintly continuing, but since it was expelled from the old school, it could be said that it was effectively destroyed.

Some say, "I don't know why Yu Gil-jun was so angry. Even though he was a member of the Black Death faction, it was ultimately nothing more than a back-alley gang of black criminals, and his relationship with the leader was a stranger who did not share a drop of blood with him.

But that was the talk of those who didn't know.

In Sangmyungil's view, Yu Giljun's anger was natural. The leader of the Black Death faction was like a father to him. The leader taught Yu Giljun with all his heart, even if it was a trivial feat, and even gave him a low-quality elixir to feed him.

The name Yu Gil-jun was also given by the leader. He also used his last name.

At this point, I think it's okay to think of them as family, even if they're not related by blood.

That must have been why.

When Yu Gil-jun found out that the boss had an only daughter, Yoo Yeon-hee, he took her in as his adopted daughter.

Of course, the Sado Yukjon, including Sangmyeongil, also cherished Yoo Yeonhee.

Sangmyungil was a peerless master who had recently overcome another wall and now reached Hwagyeong. With Yu Giljun's help, he overcame the limitations of his innate talent and achieved absurd feats of inaction.

However, Sangmyungil did not hesitate to accompany Yu Yeonhee and act as a de facto nanny. That is how much he values Yu Yeonhee's existence. This was the same for the other six Apostles. They considered Yu Yeonhee to be the second most precious being in the Black Lotus. Whenever he went out, one or two of the six Apostles would always escort him.

This time, Sangmyeongil was left to perform Yuyeonhee alone.

Among the six disciples, not only was Sangmyungil's inaction overwhelmingly superior, but the Sacheonjihoe was at best a gathering place for later disciples.

It was judged that there was nothing to be particularly wary of. The fact that Yeo Seol-ryeon, the head of the Simhwabangju, was extremely loyal to Heuk Sa-ryeon also played a big role.

But why is that?

'… Nothing much will happen, I guess.'

Sangmyungil muttered to himself.

It was a strange thing.

No matter how much I thought about it, there was no risk factor, but there was an uneasy feeling of anxiety rising up.

It is said that when you become a master of Hwagyeong, your intuition almost reaches the realm of foresight. This means that it is rare for you to go wrong.

But would it really be possible for someone like him, a master of Hwagyeong, to avoid his own sense of evasion and harm Yoo Yeon-hee? - Sang-myeong-il was skeptical. For something like that to be possible, the person who plots and executes the scheme must also be a master of Hwagyeong. And if a master of Hwagyeong approaches, there is no way he wouldn't notice. At that point, he could just drop everything and take Yoo Yeon-hee and run away.

Let your thoughts flow to this point.

Even though he knew that it would never happen, Sangmyeongil considered the possibility that something might go wrong with Yoo Yeonhee.

'First of all, everyone who is even slightly related will die at the hands of the Liangzhu. No, the entire Sacheon might be completely turned upside down.'

It was two days before the opening of the Sacheon branch.