NOVEL NEXT Ch 55
**Chapter 54**
When Cho Hwi returned to his quarters, Han Seolhyeon was preparing tea.
“You’re here.”
Since their marriage had been confirmed, Han Seolhyeon had completely transformed into a different woman. Her refined and graceful demeanor made Cho Hwi realize that the teachings of a noble family were truly something extraordinary.
“Haha, have you eaten dinner?” Cho Hwi asked warmly.
Han Seolhyeon blushed lightly at his affectionate question.
“Yes, I’ve eaten, Gaga.”
Ah, *Gaga*.
It felt like Cupid’s arrow had pierced his heart, and his chest ached with longing.
Just as Cho Hwi was about to say something, Han Seolhyeon spoke again.
“I know you are busy, Gaga, but you should pay more attention to your brother and sister.”
“Why my brother? What happened to Yeon-i?”
Han Seolhyeon sighed softly.
“Sigh… It seems like Lord So Geomju’s heart is wavering.”
“Lord Namgung?” Cho Hwi’s face immediately showed a strange expression.
His younger sister, Jo Yeon, who never showed interest in men, had fallen for Namgung Jangho?
“She watches him train in martial arts every day from afar,” Han Seolhyeon said.
“Hmm…”
It was indeed the right age for such feelings to arise. It would be strange if a teenage girl didn’t glance at a well-built, sweating man.
“Alright. I will talk to Yeon-i soon.”
“What are you going to do?”
Cho Hwi smiled faintly.
“I’ll teach her how to distinguish whether it’s simple curiosity or true feelings.”
“And if she truly likes him?”
“Well, there’s nothing else to do but make sure Namgung’s neck gets caught.”
“Gaga, you’re something else…”
Han Seolhyeon smiled softly, turning her head, and Cho Hwi found her even more beautiful in that moment.
Momentarily lost in her charm, Cho Hwi quickly regained his focus and changed the subject.
“What about my brother?”
“Ah! My brother…”
Han Seolhyeon’s face suddenly darkened.
“It seems there was an altercation with the Jo Gacheonmu warriors the other day. He was humiliated by a few martial artists from the evil sect.”
“Humiliated?” Cho Hwi’s expression showed disbelief.
How could someone from the Jo Gadae Sangho dare treat the family of So Geomshin with disrespect?
To harm the family of So Geomshin was akin to grabbing a bundle of kindling and jumping into a fire.
“It seems my brother hasn’t been here long, and the Jo Gacheonmu warriors didn’t know him well. He also didn’t invoke your name out of pride. So…”
“So what happened?” Cho Hwi asked, irritated.
“It was a beating disguised as a sparring match,” Han Seolhyeon explained.
“Ha…” Cho Hwi rubbed his temples, frustrated.
Was he out of his mind? How could he spar with low-level martial artists from the evil sect when he wasn’t even at the top of his game? If things got bad, he could just use Yeon-i’s name to put an end to it! How could he let his pride get in the way?
“I’ll need to teach him martial arts, won’t I?” Cho Hwi wondered aloud.
Teaching someone martial arts? It was easy for Cho Hwi to enlighten someone who had already reached a certain level of skill, but raising someone from the basics was an entirely different matter. He had never learned the fundamental techniques himself.
He would need to consult with Namgung Su of the Cheongcheon Sword Association.
“Alright. I’ll look into it,” Cho Hwi said.
“Yes, Gaga.”
The teapot had begun to steam. Han Seolhyeon, with her graceful movements, was about to pour tea into a cup when she suddenly pulled her hand away in a hurry.
“Ah, hot!”
“Are you okay?”
Cho Hwi quickly stood up and checked her hand. He blew on her palm, which was now red from the heat.
Their eyes met.
Just then, as Cho Hwi stared blankly at Han Seolhyeon, she instinctively pressed her lips against his.
Cho Hwi, though flustered, couldn’t help but think that her actions were quite clever.
A master of ice-cold martial arts burns her hand on a teapot? How cute.
If she wanted a kiss, she could have just asked, but—
Her tongue slithered into his mouth like a serpent, swiftly and skillfully.
It was not a clumsy kiss at all. Her tongue moved expertly inside his mouth as if it had done so a thousand times before.
Wait. What?
She had no experience with men, yet her tongue was so adept?
A chill ran down Cho Hwi’s spine. She moved her tongue in and out of his mouth like it was a game, skillfully teasing him.
Soon, her hands were working at his clothes, undoing his sash and slipping inside his pants.
What the—?!
Was she seriously untying the knots in his clothes and slipping her hand inside without any resistance?
How could she do it so smoothly with just one hand? Her skill was almost supernatural!
Cho Hwi, drenched in cold sweat from the ominous feeling creeping over him, hurriedly pushed her away and jumped up.
“Wait! Is this for real?”
Han Seolhyeon, her mouth dripping with saliva, blinked innocently.
“What do you mean, Gaga?”
Cho Hwi’s eyes were glowing with white, ethereal light.
After scrutinizing her with that gaze, he finally broke into a hollow laugh.
“Haha…”
It’s bloody!
Another side of her that follows the word “Cheonbyeon” is “Hyeolhu”!
“Wow, you scary bitch! How dare you play the role of a young lady?”
After her identity was revealed, Baek Hwa-rin pouted her lips, spread her legs wide, and spat on the floor.
“Damn, I got caught. It was already cooked. I could have eaten it. Damn!”
Baek Hwa-rin looks up and down at Jo-hwi with a look of regret, smacking her lips.
Jo-Hwi felt a creepy feeling wherever her gaze landed, as if bugs were flying by.
“What the hell are you eating, you crazy bitch! Wow, this is fucking creepy. I almost lost my virginity!”
“Hoo… … Childlike chastity?”
“Don’t look at me like that. I’ll gouge out your eyes.”
Her eyes, filled with lust, were almost like those of a beast.
Jo Hui stares at Baek Hwa Rin with an expression of disbelief.
“under.”
Yeom Sang-rok’s words that she was the craziest woman in Sapa, surpassing Jin Ga-hee, were indeed right.
How could you infiltrate the Jo Ga Dae Sanghoe, which declared its power in Gangho, and even the chairman’s bedroom by disguising yourself as his fiancée?
“How come it’s so easy here?”
After the blood transfusion, Baek Hwa-rin burst into laughter.
“Do you think there’s a place that this Heavenly Bloodthirsty Cult, the Heavenly Demon Sect, and the Murim Alliance can’t infiltrate? Besides, this place is too shabby.”
“… … You say it’s sloppy?”
Jo Hui never neglected his defenses against external enemies.
There was no place in the outer garden that the famous formations of the Zhuge family did not reach.
At the three iron gates in the east, west, and south, two top-level masters were stationed, and at each major intersection, there were spires, and the Jogacheonmu Unit members were keeping double and triple surveillance.
But if you think about the transformation of the body after the blood transfusion, it is also true that it does not seem impossible.
But an unexpected answer came out of her mouth.
“Think about it. Before it was a powerhouse, this was a commercial establishment. Goods are constantly coming and going. It’s the perfect environment for planting seeds. There’s probably no place easier to infiltrate than here.”
“Umm… … .”
Jo-Hwi lets out a deep groan.
That’s a painful point for a coach.
Jo Hwi was also aware that there were inevitable limitations to the target audience.
However, since Baek Hwa-rin pointed that out precisely, it was no longer something that could be overlooked.
How can one ignore the fact that planting a seed is so easy?
“Umm… … .”
There was a reason why the secret masters of the Bigongilmaek were able to subdue the best players of the Joga Daesanghoe in such a short period of time.
Some systematic improvement was needed.
I thought about secret words or cards, but since if just one of the key executives is persuaded by the enemy, everything will be exposed, so I ruled that out for now.
I wasn’t particularly fond of any organization or secret tattoos on my body.
Besides, if the technique is discovered, there is no security measure easier to breach than a tattoo.
As Jo Hui became so absorbed in his work, Baek Hwa Rin raised his head as if he was frustrated.
“What are you worrying about? It’s simple.”
“Simple?”
Baek Hwa-rin answers naturally and honestly.
“Plant poison in everyone’s body. Then it’ll be easy to solve. It might be a bit expensive, but what you get is money.”
“… … .”
It’s so funny how the idea of planting bugs by piercing people’s flesh and blood comes out so casually.
This is truly an extremely sapphic idea.
Do members of the power that controls them through such coercion serve their lord with all their heart?
That’s something that even the Sacheonhoe wouldn’t do.
I don’t know about the old blood relationship.
“Oh, let’s stop talking.”
But then, I felt a presence outside the bedroom.
Four pack, four pack.
The sound of light footsteps was detected by Jo-Hwi’s hearing.
These are definitely the footsteps of a woman, not a man.
“Hey, hide!”
Baek Hwa-rin smiled bashfully at the terrified Jo Hwi.
“She’s not your fiancée. I came to make sure she was asleep.”
“Then who? Whoa! This is a surprise!”
Why on earth does that girl grab onto the window frame and come up like the sunrise?
“Fuck, you’re already acting like a hostess? Huh? Why are you unbuttoning your shirt? You bitch!”
Whirl!
Jin Ga-hee, who climbed through the window and entered the bedroom, glared at Baek Hwa-rin as if she was going to kill her.
“Wow, look at this strange thing? You acted so well, but you’re not an ordinary person. You’re trying to commit adultery before you’ve even had a wedding?”
“What are you talking about, you flour-like bitch? How much powder do you have to apply to get that kind of face? Isn’t that out of style these days? Oh man, you’re so out of touch.”
“What, what is it?”
It wasn’t just the six-letter words, it wasn’t the usual sharp-tongued talk.
How can such a terribly unlucky girl, who always has such a gentle and lonely demeanor, have such a sharp tongue?
“Wow! She’s really crazy! Look at that b*tch, oppa! I told you she showed her true colors right after she got engaged? That’s right. I knew it when those northern bitches started acting all coy!”
Jo Hui tilted his head.
“Aren’t women in the South more open-minded?”
Throughout the ages and in all continents, women in the humid and hot south are more open-minded than those in the north.
Jin Ga-hee rolled her eyes.
As soon as he turns his eyes with that pale face, the entire bedroom is enveloped in an eerie atmosphere.
“No, really? How dirty are the northern girls? They only pretend to be clean on the outside, but they’re rotten on the inside? That’s because you don’t know their sinister side!”
“I admit that.”
“What, what did you say?”
Jin Ga-hee is blankly staring at Baek Hwa-rin, who is beating the janggu, as if she can’t understand.
“It’s painful to talk about how evil northern women are. They stay in their rooms all winter long and think only about men. Their thighs must be covered in needle marks.”
“uh……?”
This is not it.
Jin Ga-hee, who is expressing her embarrassed emotions in such a clear way.
How can a woman who has lived in the North Sea treat northern women so cruelly?
“Southern women are real. If they like something, they like it. If they don’t like something, they don’t like it. They express it clearly with their whole body. And when their eyes meet, they go all out.”
“Oh, right?”
Jin Ga-hee is already beating the janggu.
Suddenly, Baek Hwa-rin looked at Jo Hwi and a sinister smile spread across her face.
“This is fine too. Is it possible?”
“What are you talking about, you crazy bitch!”
Baek Hwa-rin flicks her tongue and scans her groin with her gaze.
The installer, Jo Hwi, was left in a daze as Baek Hwa-rin played the double play so naturally.
When the two most famous madwomen in Sapa get together, even the iron-blooded(?) Jo Hui can’t control his mind.
Meanwhile, Jin Ga-hee was looking at Jo-hwi with a strange expression.
He calls Han Seol-hyun a crazy bitch?
It was a title that could never come out of his mouth.
“Could it be that you… … ?”
Baek Hwa-rin smiled faintly.
“Hello, junior?”
“After a thousand years of bloodshed!”
As two madwomen of the same era, perhaps a strange sense of competition arose?
Sparks were flying from Jin Ga-hee’s eyes.
Cheonbyeonhyeolhu is a nickname that Jin Gahee has had since she was young.
No one could guess her age, but it was certain that she was at least in her thirties.
Some people even go around bragging that she is in her 40s.
“Why is this old woman here? Could it be my brother? Doesn’t she have any conscience at her age?”
“Hey, you bitch. Why do you care about age and borders when it comes to love?”
Suddenly, Jo Hui looks at Baek Hwa Rin.
“How old are you?”
“Not yet forty?”
Jo Hui made a shit-chewing face with a creepy expression.
“This shit… … .”
I can’t believe I had such a passionate kiss with a woman in her 40s.
Jo-Hwi made a fuss like that and then suddenly got up from his seat.
“You four can roll around in my bedroom and do whatever you want. Anyway, I’m going.”
In that moment, Baek Hwa-rin exchanged glances with Jin Ga-hee and then attacked Jo Hwi.
“Hey, cover!”
“Yes, yes! Sister!”
When Baek Hwa-rin showed her kindness by nodding to eat together, Jin Ga-hee quickly changed her address from old woman to older sister.
At that moment, Jo-Hwi let out a sigh and had no choice but to reveal his true colors.
-What’s going on over there? Where are you?
The voice of the lonely woman heard outside was clearly Han Seol-hyun’s.
Jo Hwi is once again pouring down cold sweat.
Look at your own bedroom!
Baek Hwa-rin, with her mouth covered in saliva and her front part open to reveal half of her breasts, was wrapping her arms around his neck.
Jin Ga-hee was also holding onto her trouser legs and rolling her eyes.
Look at yourself there!
His hair was disheveled, his long robe was tangled, and his trouser strings were not tied yet.
Anyone who looks at it will see that this is a sight that is ripe for misunderstanding.
Alas, how on earth am I to overcome this dreadful predicament?
For now, Jo-Hwi decided to pretend it didn’t exist.
His menacing gaze alternated between Baek Hwa-rin and Jin Ga-hee.
-If you make a sound, you both will really die.
Jo Hui’s fierce and brutal introduction.
It’s an incredible gaze that seems like it could kill a person with just a look.
Baek Hwa-rin and Jin Ga-hee, not daring to look down on the divine power of such a small swordsman, kept their mouths shut.
Then, Jo Hui immediately covered the entire bedroom with a curtain of thought.
If these bitches make any noise, it’s all over!
But his actions backfired completely.
-Are you inside? Gaga?
Oh no!
Han Seol-hyun is none other than the master of Hwa-gyeong.
I had completely forgotten that she was a martial arts master who could sense the guidance of the mind.
At that moment, Jo Hui was trying to calm his mind and hurriedly adjust his clothes.
-I’ll go in.
iced coffee!
That moment felt like a thousand years to Jo Hwi.
He exerted all his wisdom and intellect.
That’s full brain power!
“uh?”
Han Seol-hyeon, who entered the bedroom, opened her eyes wide and looked inside the bedroom.
“Oh my! What is this!”
Han Seol-hyun covers her face with both hands at the outrageous sight.
Soon she turned her head and revealed her doubts.
“What on earth is the Sogeomju doing in Gaga’s bedroom right now?”
Namgung Jang-ho(?) spoke in a deep voice while politely giving a lottery ticket.
“I would like to meet a young lady.”
* * *
“Why on earth has Miss Han been treating me like a bug these past few days?”
Jo Hui made a face as if he had no idea what was going on with Namgung Jang-ho, who was frowning as if he found it absurd.
“Well, what do you think?”
“… … I guess you are feeling excited about the upcoming wedding.”
“Maybe so?”
Jo Hwi felt sorry inside, but he couldn’t die by the hand of his fiancé before they even got married, right?
It’s just that Namgung Jang-ho was unlucky.
The cause of the trouble was that he had a similar build to Jo Hwi.
No matter how great the body transformation technique was, it didn’t create Jang Il-ryong’s muscles or Jegal Yun’s slender body.
‘Phew… … ‘
Just thinking about that night still gives me goosebumps.
If only she had quickly turned her head away from the absurd sight, but had she found Baek Hwa-rin who looked exactly like her, an ice hell would have broken out on earth.
Fortunately, as soon as Han Seol-hyeon discovered Namgung Jang-ho(?), she ran out without looking back.
Jo Hui, who was wiping away his heart with a sense of relief, suddenly opened his mouth again to face Namgung Jang-ho.
“Do you think the old man has had a change of heart?”
“… … .”
Although he had heard the full explanation from Jo Hui, Namgung Jang-ho, a member of the alliance, could not believe that the Ark of Gae-bok was locked up in An-ga.
It was clear that if the news of the Ark of Openness, which was in charge of one axis of the Gupailbang, being detained were to be known to the Murim Alliance, a serious situation would arise.
It wouldn’t be strange if the Murim Alliance brought in military forces right away.
The strong bond and loyalty of the Gupaebang family is beyond imagination.
“Are you sure it’s okay? Even among the Jeongpa’s famous people, Chwiseon-gae is a famous person. If this were to leak out… … .”
“Then what if the Ark of Openness is a dark figure of the Big Sky Martial Arts?”
“There’s still no evidence, right? In the end, we have no choice but to rely on their statements. If we just calmly stick our feet out, there’s no way out.”
“Hmm.”
After all, there was no way he would reveal himself as a big shot in the underworld in front of the heroes of the Murim Alliance.
Unless the Joga Daesanghoe presents special evidence, there is no way to accuse the dog of being a secret agent.
“Let’s think about that a little more. More importantly, what about our internal dynamics?”
“There’s nothing unusual. There are no suspicious people, and no signs or symbols have been found. Rather, it’s so quiet that it’s unsettling.”
Contrary to expectations that such a formidable force as Bigongilmaek would exert endless pressure with its infinite resources, it was extremely quiet.
“No way? You didn’t even touch our upper level?”
If they were the ones who had been secretly ruling the upper world of the Central Plains for a long time, their methods were as obvious as day.
Cho Hui anticipated that they would take actions such as making it unstable for Jo Ga Dae Sanghoe’s affiliates to obtain raw materials or interfering with the distribution of finished products.
“Not at all. Rather, all affiliates are growing well without any major problems. The amount of supplies is also increasing as we expected. Recently, even the nuns of Botaam have come and gone.”
“The Botaam Hermitage in the South Sea? The nuns from that island came all the way here?”
“okay.”
The place where Botaam is located is none other than the Jusan Archipelago (舟山列島) in the South Sea.
It was usually not an arduous journey to get from that remote island to the continent.
“What on earth are the nuns of Bodhisattva Temple doing with our Joga Daesanghoe?”
“That’s a bit surprising. What they asked for was steel ingots.”
“Steel ingot?”
“Yes. And in huge quantities.”
The nuns of Botaam are secretly or tacitly distributing steel ingots that are strictly forbidden by the empire?
“How did Director Jang, or rather, Executive Director Jang, respond?”
“They say they refused for the time being because they couldn’t figure out the nuns’ intentions.”
“Whew, good job.”
You cannot trade sensitive items like steel ingots without any prior information.
If you make a deal without any reason, you could end up providing the government with an excuse to interfere.
As expected, it’s Jang Il-ryong.
To begin with, his brain wasn’t ordinary, but does it really make a person what he is made of?
“Anyway, there’s only one day left.”
The time allowed for the drunkard is now one day.
Jo-Hwi had hoped that she would make up her mind before that, but he didn’t want to force her to do it.
For him, it was a life-or-death experience.
At that moment, the court lady’s polite voice was heard by Jo Hwi.
“Mr. Chairman, I have an urgent request from Director Jang.”
“Huh? What’s going on?”
Because of the recruitment of the Chuiseongae, Jo Hui had no choice but to withdraw from the mission.
It was difficult to hide one’s traces in Gaebong, where the eyes of openness were wide open.
However, even after returning to the headquarters of the Joga Association, Jo Hui did not perform his duties as chairman.
In order to hasten Jang Il-ryong’s growth, it would have been better for him to serve as acting chairman for a while longer and experience the various big and small events of the Joga Association.
Since he had already conveyed his intentions to Jang Il-ryong, he would not necessarily call him in an emergency for an urgent matter.
“It seems like something has happened. Brother Namgung, let’s go.”
“I get it.”
So when Jo Hui and Namgung Jang-ho arrived at the chairman’s office, they were able to find a familiar face.
“No, aren’t you the General?”
“Meet the General!”
Jo Hui hurriedly approached Jang Il-ryong, who was sitting at the head of the office, and made a face and gave him a harsh look, telling him to get out of the way.
General Cheonho (Heavenly Tiger), Yuk Ui-mun.
He was the absolute military leader who ruled over the entire Gangseo region, and he was a great general who enjoyed the Emperor’s favor.
Jo Hui bowed down to Yuk Ui-mun and felt puzzled.
He is fully equipped with heavy armor, a long sword, and even a helmet.
Yuk Ui-mun stared at Jo-hwi with his sharp, sharp eyes shining.
“Are you here?”
A cold voice from somewhere.
Something was strange.
The General Yuk Ui-mun, who was literally soaked in his own bribes, always treated him with a kind, benevolent smile.
Feeling uneasy for some reason, Jo-Hwi carefully straightened his bent back.
“Why are you here without even sending me a message? If you had told me in advance of your intention to visit, I would have prepared a banquet in advance… … .”
“Nothing to do.”
Yuk Ui-mun sat down in the upper seat that Jang Il-ryong had given him with an indifferent expression.
thud!
Soon he struck his longsword on the floor once and stared at Jo-Hwi with intense eyes.
“That ignorant big guy just flatly rejected my request. Is it true that the author’s intention is to represent the chairman?”
Jo Hui looked puzzled.
“May I ask what you wish?”
If a hearty man like Jang Il-ryong could have rejected it outright, he must have made some ridiculous demands.
“Grant the exclusive right to the General’s Office to sell all grains, horses, cattle, silk cloth, ironware, including steel ingots, owned by the Joga Daesanghoe.”
“……yes?”
What is this crazy guy talking about now?
You say you drink several bowls of Seolhwasinju a day. Have you finally gone crazy from drinking too much?
No, ‘all’ grains?
The amount of grain that Joga Daesanghoe purchased to renovate the large granary occupied by Heukcheonryeon and to utilize such a large granary is truly enormous.
No matter how large the General’s Department boasted, it was an amount that could never be digested by the General’s Department alone.
Moreover, all the magic and the sword?
All ironware including steel ingots?
Pay for all the inventory that Jogadaesanghoe holds?
It would cost an unimaginably large amount of gold for the Sixth Gate.
Are you saying that the Gangseo General’s Department has such a huge amount of gold?
“Your Majesty, before we decide whether to sell or not, may I ask why you offered us such a huge amount of monopoly rights?”
“decision?”
The six gates spewing out bitter ridicule.
An intense light soon poured out from his eyes.
“I know you are a master of martial arts. Is that level absolute? But can you handle 120,000 soldiers with that level?”
Jo Hui’s face crumples like a demon.
“What on earth are you talking about? You’re mobilizing a hundred and twenty thousand troops to deal with a mere trading company?”
This crazy guy even brings up the General’s Forces? Is he really in his right mind?
“You had no right to decide in the first place.”
“yes?”
At that moment, Yuk Ui-mun shouted in a fiery tone.
“It is the Emperor’s solemn decree that all the upper and lower chambers of the Central Plains be placed under the control of the generals in charge of each province!”
No, crazy!
All the upper echelons of the Central Plains are subordinate to the General’s Department?
And that’s the imperial edict?
In the history of the Central Plains that I know, except for the times of war, such a thing has never happened… … Huh? No way?
Jo Hui’s astonished face turned towards Yuk Ui-mun.
“Could it be… … that a war has broken out?”
He was wearing some kind of heavy armor!
The only time soldiers are armed in peacetime is in times of war.
The serious eyes of the six men were pointing north outside the window.
“The barbarians of the prairie have caused chaos.”
“her!”
Jo Hui pretended to be very surprised, but his eyes were bright with excitement.
War.
It may be a truly unfortunate time for the common people, but it is a time of great opportunity for merchants.
The reason why Anhui Iron Works secretly produced Yonglin armor in a separate department and stored it in stock was to prepare for times like this.
Jo Hui’s eyes sparkled like an eagle’s.
“How do you plan to pay the price?”
Jo Hui returns as a cold-hearted merchant.
However, on Yuk Ui-mun’s face, anger went beyond absurdity.
“It is an honor for generations to have a merchant’s talents used by the emperor, but do you dare to take advantage of the country’s chaos to make a profit?”
“No, General?”
What I mean is, ‘Our general’s office has no money.’
I never even thought about paying the price in the first place.
So what do you mean, they’re going to take it away by force?
“So you’re saying you’re going to take all those items by force?”
The six questions answered calmly and confidently.
“When the war is over, the Emperor will reward you with justice.”
Jo Hui’s face gradually became wrinkled like a demon.
This is the kind of empty promise that merchants hate the most.
Sentences like ‘fairly’ and ‘praise the work’ are just fancy words, but in reality, there is no definite answer as to how much the reward will be or when it will be paid.
Jo Hui was not a great man who would ever be swayed by such flowery rhetoric or pedantic speech.
In a situation where hundreds of thousands of nyang of gold were suddenly taken away, there was no more courtesy.
“Are you going too far? Are you going to take all that money for free? What kind of country is this that is full of thieves?”
“What?”
Jo Hui’s expression became even more fierce.
“That’s not the case, General. If you have that much money, you should know how to be loyal. Do you think I wouldn’t have kept the tribute ledger? Are you trying to make a big deal out of it? What is it?”
As if he had anticipated Jo-Hwi’s reaction, Yuk Ui-Moon readjusted his longsword and stood up from his seat.
“What an author who doesn’t understand.”
Yuk Ui-moon walks out of the office with a bitter smile.
No, when was it that you would heap all sorts of praise on the handwriting of the old man Mansangjo and cry out for just one more point, and now you are acting like an iron-blooded general?
In that moment, a tremendous cold air swept over Jo Hui’s face.
‘no way……?’
Beings who can even instigate war between nations.
Those who can easily move the rank of general of a single province.
So that’s all right?
Jo Hui made a face as if he was dumbfounded.
“Wow, are you also a member of the Bigongilmaek clan?”
Jo Hui’s two eyes, which had suddenly revealed their pure white spirit, were staring intently at General Yuk Ui-mun.
Is it really true that the methods of the power that secretly dominates the upper world of the Central Plains are so enormous?
This was a method that was far beyond Jo Hwi’s expectations.
The idea that it would make the supply of raw materials unstable or disrupt distribution was too naive.
I can’t believe that he would instigate a war in order to subordinate the Joga Daesanghoe to the Gangseo General’s Office!
For Jo Hwi, it was something he never even dreamed of.
“The secret of the …
The approaches of the Ganghoin and Janggunbu to martial arts are completely different.
The problem is that the martial arts world and the royal family look down on each other’s martial arts and consider them insignificant.
However, Jo Hui’s knowledge of the imperial military exploits was almost barren.
-The martial arts of the royal family are based on thorough groupwork and practicality. It may seem irregular and chaotic at first glance, but never judge it from the perspective of martial artists.
Jo-Hwi became even more curious after hearing the serious explanation from the adult.
How skilled would someone called the Empire’s Great General be?
If someone can cut through thousands of troops with a single blow and cut down the enemy general’s head in one breath, their skills are no ordinary skill.
At that moment, Jo Hui’s sword shakes slightly.
Jo Hui’s first inspection was an honest, straight strike without any change or falsehood.
He swung his sword lightly to gauge his opponent’s skill.
However, Jo Hui’s eyes wavered at the way Yuk Ui-mun responded to blocking this.
Tsukang! Kwaang!
An ordinary martial artist would have blocked it with a sword or deflected it.
However, Yuk Ui-mun took out the heavy shield he was carrying on his back and easily blocked it.
‘Huh?’
Wow, isn’t the shield against the rules?
By the way, why don’t martial artists use shields?
Most swordsmen in the Central Plains use one-handed swords.
If you use a shield with your other hand, it will definitely be more practical.
Then, with unbelievable speed, Yuk-i-moon rolls his body towards Jo-hwi!
Kyaaaaang-!
Jo Hui’s face was filled with confusion as he took a step back, blocking his longsword.
In the martial arts of the Gangho schools, there is no method of rolling on the ground and using a surprise attack.
The movement of rolling on the floor is called nareotagon (懶驢打滾) and is considered humiliating.
An action that can never be taken without one’s life being at stake.
However, the movement of the six weapons that followed shocked Jo Hwi even more.
Crunch-!
Yuk Ui-mun bit Jo Hwi’s iron sword, which was avoiding the sword, without a moment’s hesitation!
***
Although he was flustered, Jo Hui was so surprised for a moment that he almost dropped his sword.
No, you bite your opponent’s sword during battle?
A situation where your neck could be pierced!
Are you really crazy?
While Jo Hui was being so bewildered, a heavy steel shield was shot straight into Jo Hui’s face.
Kwaaang!
However, the shield was unable to penetrate Jo Hwi’s face even an inch, as if it was blocked by an invisible wall, while the sound echoed dully.
“Wow, is this the self-defense technique of those martial artists?”
Just as Jo Hui was about to answer, another surprise attack by Yuk Ui-mun occurred.
Wheaaaaaaaaa!
His longsword shot fiercely, aiming for Jo Hui’s neck.
At that moment, Jo-Hwi lightly stepped back and tried to block with his iron sword.
Suddenly, Yuk Ui-mun’s heavy body began to sway like a willow branch, and he quickly threw away his long sword and stabbed Jo Hui in the heart with the dagger he had at his side.
Kyaaang!
When his attack was ineffective after hitting the wall of the self-defense device, Yuk Ui-moon grimaced.
“I can’t do anything because of that damned self-defense weapon. This is why I hate the martial arts of the world of martial arts.”
I also clearly knew the six questions.
That Jo Hwi did not fully demonstrate his abilities.
It is a monster that can block attacks using only self-defense techniques while standing still, using only its defensive skills.
What if a guy like that starts pulling out some real strings?
However, the intense gaze of Yuk Ui-mun was by no means the gaze of a discouraged person.
“But I guarantee it.”
Jo Hwi asked back.
“Are you sure?”
“The true value of a general is when he demonstrates his leadership. If only a thousand Heavenly Tigers were here right now, they would be able to easily kill you.”
Jang Il-ryong, who was watching this, shook his head with a meaningful expression.
“General, even with ten thousand troops, let alone a thousand, that would be impossible.”
“One hundred thousand?”
The number ten thousand is by no means a light number.
The cost of maintaining and training ten thousand soldiers is beyond imagination.
An army of a thousand could be organized by local warlords, but an army of ten thousand could never be mobilized without the support of the nation’s capabilities.
But with such a huge force, they can’t defeat one person?
From the perspective of the six members of the council, it was nothing short of crazy talk.
“The enemies of ten thousand men and the unmatched of ten thousand men are all products of imagination and fiction! As long as we are human beings with skin and flesh, we can never stand up to the might of ten thousand men in a short period of time! Even I, the so-called General of a Thousand Tigers, would have to be fortunate to be able to stop a hundred men!”
At that moment, Namgung Jang-ho’s polite voice was heard.
“It seems that Your Majesty the General still does not quite understand why the officials do not interfere in the affairs of the martial arts world.”
“Hmph! No matter how much you act like a martial artist and put on airs, everyone is a subject of the emperor and a citizen of the empire!”
Jang Il-ryong immediately growled.
“If we break the non-aggression that we tacitly maintain, the general will have quite a headache!”
“You foolish bastards! Do you dare threaten General Cheonho?”
Namgung Jang-ho couldn’t help but sigh at the response from Yuk Ui-mun.
“Have you ever seen the absolute realm, or even the realm of the flower realm, General?”
Even the martial artists revere the realm of Hwagyeong and call it a realm beyond human understanding.
It was clear that this ignorant General Cheonho had never met an absolute master of martial arts.
After all, meeting a master of the Seven Warriors level even once is a match made in heaven for those who have made the world their home and have been living in the open.
at that time.
A refreshing blue flash briefly appears in Yuk Ui-mun’s field of vision and then disappears.
Tsukang!
thud!
The heavy steel shield that Yuk Ui-mun was holding in his left hand was split exactly vertically in two.
“What, what is it!”
Yuk Ui-mun is extremely embarrassed.
The steel guard that was unblemished by most weapons was split in two in an instant?
What was even more surprising was that the attack trajectory was not visible.
Namgung Jangho, who had been quietly putting the Changcheon Sword back on his waist with unwavering eyes, opened his mouth again with a sigh.
“It is said that only sword masters who have reached the Hwa-gyeong can handle the sword energy that makes up the sword. Even I, who have just reached the Hwa-gyeong, can subdue a general with a single strike.”
“… … .”
Namgung Jangho’s voice flew back to the frozen Yuk Ui-mun.
“Even if there were five of me… no, fifty of me, they would be no match for that swordsman.”
“Oh, fifty?”
“Yes. Even if all of the secret alumni of the empire were mobilized, it would not be easy to subdue the absolute martial artist. Never take the Seven Martial Arts Seats lightly.”
Dongchang (東廠) was a secretive group of martial artists who had mastered the martial arts of the world and was an intelligence agency directly under the Emperor that only followed the Emperor’s orders.
Knowing full well of his classmate’s fearsome reputation, Yuk Ui-mun couldn’t help but tremble inwardly.
Jo Hwi smiled faintly.
“The martial artists who frequent the General’s Office are all just bowing down and groveling, so there’s no way to know their true colors.”
Although Jo-Hwi was taunting like that, Yuk-Eui-Moon tried to keep a determined expression on his face.
“Hmph! Even though you are the greatest of the Manbu Budang, as long as General Cheonho obeys the supreme imperial command, not a single cornerstone will remain here!”
Jo Hui’s face crumpled up in a murderous manner like a yaksha.
“Do you think you can leave the Joga Daesanghoe on your own two feet after talking about destroying it?”
Yuk Ui-moon, who was about to leave the office, suddenly turned around.
“You want to detain the imperial general? Do you dare to face the Emperor!”
In an instant, Jo Hui’s eyes turned into dazzling white eyes, and then he raised his sword without saying a word.
Yuk Ui-mun looks at where his sword is pointing.
A dull black dot of light rising above the ridge of the Great Hall seen in the distance.
Tsk tsk tsk tsk-
The dot floating in the air, making an eerie noise, heads straight towards the center of the Great Hall.
Crackle! Crackle!
Rrrrrrr!
The ominous spot soon engulfed the pillars and rafters of the main hall, then began spewing out dust.
“Oh, how could that be!”
The sight of the entire massive pavilion being sucked into a single tiny dot was rather bizarre.
Are you saying that’s just a harmony made with a sword?
Having tasted a glimpse of that world of infinite ideas, Yuk Ui-mun felt as if even his identity as a warrior was collapsing.
But is that the end?
Jo Hui, who had been flying high above the gunpowder tower on his sword, raised his sword again with an arrogant expression.
Tsk tsk tsk tsk-
Tsk tsk tsk tsk-
Bubbles of thought begin to form around him, a radius of one hundred meters.
Countless dots began to fill the distant sky.
There must have been hundreds of them, enough to make the bright midday sunlight dim for a moment.
The six-question question felt like it was about to urinate while standing.
It would be mind-boggling just for a human to fly through the sky while riding a sword, so what about those countless dots?
Having just experienced the harsh power of such a thing, Yuk Ui-mun could not help but shiver from the shock that was almost enough to cause a mental breakdown.
“Huh… …! What, what is this… … !”
At that moment, Jo Hui’s indifferent and cold voice was heard.
-This little sword god can’t handle ten thousand people?
At that moment, an idea came to Yuk Ui-mun’s mind.
Dozens of formations came to mind, including the Five Elements Combined Defense Formation and the Great Assault Formation, but none of them were of any use.
What use would a Jin Yong be when they’re flying through the sky and spewing out such strange dots?
All strategies and tactics are meaningless when such a huge being is in the enemy’s territory.
It is not for nothing that Zhuge Liang reveres the Absolute Scriptures.
-If you don’t take back what you said, I will fly straight to the Gangseo General’s headquarters. Your 120,000 troops?
The six questions harden into despair.
What use is the number of troops in front of such an inhuman god?
– Imperial order? Yeah, I don’t believe it. Don’t be ridiculous. If you don’t want to see the Gangseo General’s family burn to the ground, tell the superior who gave such an absurd order. Confessing it is the only way for you to survive.
Although Jo Hui was threatening the Empire’s Cheonho General, Namgung Jangho and Jang Ilryong were not worried, but rather felt relieved.
Are you going to continue to save face when you are talking about destroying the Joga Daesanghoe under the pretext of an imperial edict?
It is an act of ignoring the Joga Daesanghoe, which declared itself to be a powerful force.
Jang Il-ryong grumbled toward Yuk Ui-mun.
“General. I think you need to make a good decision. If our brother is going to do something, he’s going to really do it.”
Yuk Ui-mun had to painfully realize that today was the cruelest day of his life.
Yuk Ui-mun also heard splendid rumors about legendary masters of martial arts, such as those who could split mountains and walk on water.
However, such rumors were considered as absurd as the rumors that if Taoists diligently practice the Tao, they will ascend to the ranks of gods and eventually become immortals.
I also thought that the realm of the martial artists known as ‘Absolute Realm’ was just an exaggerated rumor from the talkative magnates.
Rumors from the common people are often distorted.
Isn’t it because the people’s tendency to create and worship such idols is so prevalent that all the characters appearing in tales and legends handed down from ancient times are depicted as divine beings?
But, that extremely reasonable common sense was now being shattered before my eyes.
‘Ugh… … !’
A being that flies across the sky with a sword and a human body with skin.
Furthermore, dots of enormous power that could completely absorb and destroy a large pavilion were swirling around him in a pitch-black pattern.
The infallible God.
In the eyes of Yuk Ui-mun, Jo-hwi is nothing less than a divine being.
But at that time.
A general who was performing the Six-Eyed Mantra walks up to me with a limp and stares blankly up at the sky.
He was the deputy commander of the Yuk Ui-mun, Dan Ri-ung, who was waiting in the reception hall.
“General. Get out of here.”
Jang Il-ryong’s head was tilted crookedly.
The subordinate officer escorting the general speaks in a condescending tone?
It was clearly not a normal sight.
Given Yuk Ui-mun’s personality, it would not have been strange for him to become fiery angry or draw his sword at any moment, but instead, he looked gripped with fear.
“Hey, are you okay?”
“Go back and wait for orders.”
“Oh, I see.”
Jo Hui, who had been listening to their conversation without missing a single word, landed on the ground while holding the sword of Cheonha Gonggong Dao.
Jo Hui looked at the manager with eyes of suspicion.
He didn’t even pay attention to the six men running frantically toward the main gate of the headquarters.
“You don’t seem to be the general of the General’s Department. Who are you?”
Dan-Ri-Woong answered curtly.
“He who is prepared for variables.”
“Variable… … ?”
“No matter how courageous he is, I would never have thought he would refuse the Emperor’s imperial mandate. Is he really not a person from the Central Plains?”
Anyone who belongs to the Central Plains would at least have a heart of reverence for the Emperor.
However, if someone is so quick to disobey the strict imperial command, it is safe to say that they have no respect for the Emperor.
Jo Hui did not respond and began to closely examine the other person’s energy.
‘hmm…….’
The opponent was just standing there, indifferent, wearing only a simple black uniform and without any weapons.
It seemed like he had no idea what martial arts were, let alone the energy of will.
It was a much more bizarre sight for a person to have no sense of aura than for someone to have an extreme aura.
But the more Jo-Hwi observed him, the more confused he became.
Rather than saying that you can’t sense your opponent’s momentum, it would be more accurate to say that you can’t read it.
Each person has his or her own unique temperament.
A general who has wielded a sword and crossed the line between life and death throughout his life has a stern spirit.
For a merchant who has traveled all over the Central Plains in pursuit of foreign trade, he has his own way of dealing with the world.
A ruthless sorrow for a knight who crosses the rivers and lakes with a sword on his back.
There is a righteousness in a monarch who commands his generals and pacifies the Central Plains.
However, the opponent could appear as noble as a queen or as shallow as a merchant.
He looked like a seasoned warrior who had been through many hardships, but at the same time he had the solemn air of a general who had been on the battlefield.
It had been quite some time since he had been dropped into the world of Jungwon, but this was by far the first time he had encountered a human being with such a complex aura.
No, can you call something like that a ‘human’?
Dan-Ri-Woong opened his mouth again to address Jo-Hwi.
“Erase all traces of the Joga Daesanghoe, no, your traces, from this Central Plains. Otherwise, I will cut out the lives of 7,266 people from this world.”
Seven thousand two hundred and sixty-six people?
At that moment, Jo-Hwi felt as if sparks were flying in his head.
If you include the staff of Jo Ga Dae Sanghoe, the Namgung Se Ga’s military personnel, Jo Hui’s colleagues, and even his own family, the number matches perfectly.
The other party’s intention is to kill and eliminate everyone related to him.
What is most creepy is how he, an outsider, knows the exact number of people related to him.
What if that were possible?
“The leader of the secret society?”
However, the other person did not answer his question.
“Give me three months. If I still feel any signs of human presence in this group, I will come back.”
As Dan-Ri-Woong walked slowly out of the iron gate of the gun company, Jo-Hwi did not stop him in any way, and Nam-Gung Jang-Ho expressed his doubts.
“Is it okay to just let it go like this? Isn’t the author also the one who dared to talk about the destruction of the Joga Daesanghoe?”
Jo-Hwi shook his head with an ominous, perhaps even fearful expression.
“If we had shown our murderous intent, hell would have broken out here.”
“what?”
“What, what does that mean, brother?”
Jo Hui’s gaze was fixed on him without wavering, as if he would not miss even a single moment of Dan Ri Woong’s back as he walked away.
“I can’t read it.”
Namgung Jang-ho tilted his head with a strange expression at Jo Hwi’s serious answer.
“What are you talking about? As you can see, he is just an ordinary man. It’s hard to believe that he is a general.”
“Wait a minute! Wait a minute!”
Jo Hui’s face was stained with all sorts of complex emotions.
“Brother Namgung! What the heck is that? How can that be?”
Namgung Jang-ho follows Jo Hwi’s gaze and stares at Dan Ri-woong.
Dan-Ri-Woong walking calmly with steady strides.
There was nothing particularly special about such simple and concise movements, except that they felt a little awkward for a human stride.
“Your gait is strange. But why?”
“Shadow, not stride!”
“shadow?”
Again, everyone’s heads turned towards Dan-Ri-Woong.
“hmm?”
When Namgung Jang-ho was frozen with a strange expression on his face, Jang Il-ryong looked at his feet and Dan Ri-woong alternately, then made a face of shock.
“omg?”
He had no shadow.
It was not even noon yet, with the sun directly overhead.
The sun is clearly leaning towards the west.
Surely each of them had their own shadow cast on the eastern diagonal line.
Namgung Jangho’s expression also became increasingly filled with shock.
“That, that shadow!”
If it’s a person, or rather an object, it’s natural that it will block the light and cast a shadow.
Does this mean that the light of nature penetrates the author’s body as is?
-It’s a spirit body.
It was the affirmation of Cheon Woo-ja, who had reached the realm of a demigod while alive.
‘Huh? A spirit being?’
The answer was given by the adult, Kenshin.
-If there is a being that can manifest in the world of mixed worlds (a term used to refer to the human world) in a spirit body, it means only one.
‘……what?’
– Six beings who received the sole power of the divine throne, their followers called them the Six Deities.
‘The six noble gods?’
-That’s right. They are the ones who actually manage human civilization. It is extremely unusual for the Six Deities to reveal themselves. This is my first time seeing them in person.
So, does that mean that guy just now was the enemy-level disciple of that scary god?
Jo Hui asked Geomshin again with a face that still had goosebumps on it.
‘What is the extent of the six deities’ inaction?
-Well, no one knows. They have never exerted their power in the Honseil world. Even among the followers of the Shinjwa, I have only dealt with the little boys.
When I met Geumcheonjong and Sodong in the past, I felt like they were artificial beings created by some great will.
But the author is unique.
To be more honest, just looking at it gives me a noble feeling.
After training with the sword, he was someone who hardly ever felt fear, and even as a mountain man, he could barely swallow the fear that was rising to his throat.
Absolute truth?
Natural scenery?
It is the realm of man.
What could such a state mean to a truly divine being?
Jo-Hwi felt depressed and hopeless.
If it’s the legendary martial arts god of Gangho, the god of the three gods, then it’s more realistic.
Because if you struggle, there is a possibility that you can reach it.
Jo-Hwi could tell instinctively.
That is a real god.
A sense of helplessness came over me, as if I could never win even if there were a hundred absolute masters of the same level as me.
Isn’t this a bit of a cheating situation?
“This is driving me crazy… … .”
You want me to erase all traces of the Jo Ga Dae Sanghoe within three months?
Otherwise, the one called the Six Deities will personally take away the lives of all seven thousand people.
If things continue like this, it will be meaningless to be a public servant or a general.
deus ex machina!
The intervention of some godly will rendered all his struggles useless.
-Haha, that’s funny.
Jo Hui expressed his deep doubts to Geomshin, who was bursting into laughter as if he couldn’t believe it.
‘Does this situation make you laugh?’
-I don’t know about other people, but it’s funny that you guys are complaining about the intervention of divine power.
Masin and his friends burst into laughter.
-You bastard. Do you dare to ignore the countless venerable beings gathered here?
Jo Maeng-deok also seemed offended and spoke in a displeased voice.
-If anyone in this spiritual world were to go out into the world, the world would turn upside down. Do you dare to look down on all the wisdom and incredible experiences of those who have influenced the world?
Cheon Woo-ja also sneered.
-The most absurd thing is the lamentation of that guy’s fate. Isn’t it none other than me who has the will of a divine being smeared all over his body? The guy who drove away that great Geumcheonjong and the commotion with just a look, haha!
Mansangjo and Jo Gangdo took turns speaking in an annoyed tone.
-The experiences of the venerables gathered here are truly the darlings of the Central Plains civilization. The hopes we place on you, the common carrier of all of this, are immense. You must absolutely awaken to this.
-With this, it has been confirmed that the Bigongilmaek is a side branch of the Shinjwa! Even though it is only a side branch, once you have started, do not stop infiltrating!
The swordsman spoke in a solemn voice, mediating between the venerable men.
-Sima Qianse. It’s your turn to step forward.
Jo Hui’s expression brightened as he made a suspicious face.
‘no way……!’
I had never asked him to do it until now, out of consideration for his self-esteem, but it was nice to hear it.
Sima Qianshi said:
-I will pass on my martial arts skills. However, your ultimate goal should be to achieve the unity of the three gods.
When Sima Qianshi mentioned the martial arts of the God of War, Zhao Hui’s heart began to beat like crazy.
Among the three gods of martial arts, the position of the god of martial arts was special.
Because the descendants of the military god Sima Segara still have a reputation as the best in the world, they were gods who were more relatable to martial artists than the swordsman or the demon god.
Moreover, since the memories of the war that the Saewae War had caused were still vivid in the minds of the martial artists, the position of the military leader who ended the Saewae War was bound to be even more special.
As for the martial arts of such a god, it was difficult to guess the origin of his martial arts skills, just like the other three gods.
The martial arts of the three gods gave the martial artists the feeling that they had fallen from the sky.
A strange form of martial arts never before experienced in the history of martial arts.
The martial arts of such a god began when an old man in the mountains discovered a bundle of parchment.
‘Is it sheepskin?’
-Yes. I named that parchment Cheonmu Dohaerok (Heavenly Martial Arts Map).
It is a martial art that reaches the heavens.
Indeed, it is a martial arts mastery as arrogant as the Cheon Geum Ryu, the sword that reaches the heavens.
‘Where are you?’
There was a reason why Musin had not said much about his martial arts skills until now.
-It is in the secret of this Sega.
Jo Hui’s face crumpled in an instant.
Is it in the secret room of the Sima family?
Thinking back to his awkward first meeting with Sima Jiang during the Battle of Gaepa, Jo Hui’s head started to ache.
‘There’s no way he would show me that precious thing, right?’
-That’s true.
No, is that what this old man said?
So, are you saying that you are going to push yourself into that hot Yongdamho blood pool called Samasega without any plan?
If Sima is the best in the world, then the Senate will surely be teeming with incredible monsters.
Moreover, even Sima Kang is an absolute master who cannot guarantee victory.
Jo Hui furrowed his brows as if his head was spinning just thinking about it and called out to Cheon Woo Ja.
‘I will just teach you personally, Master Cheon Woo-ja. Please use your magic to summon me to the spirit world.’
But Musin firmly refused.
-That’s not right. It’s very dangerous to frequently consume spiritual power with a living body. If I had intended to do that, I would have called you long ago. Besides, don’t you have a reason to see and experience the relics of the divine throne yourself?
‘hmm…….’
However, just like the swordsmanship of the swordsman and the stone tablet of the demon god, if the Cheonmu Dohaerok was an ancient relic left behind by a modern man, that is, a god, then it was absolutely necessary to verify it.
It will surely be filled with Korean, English, and mathematical doodles, so he can take what he cannot see for granted.
Jo Hwi had a question.
‘Was that parchment also full of letters and diagrams of unknown origin?’
-Yes. I have also examined your memories. It is definitely the writing system of your world.
‘Wow… …!’
Then the story changes.
There was a reason why I had to see the Cheonmu Dohae Rok myself, no matter what.
‘By any chance, would it be possible for me to infiltrate the Samasega?’
-How would I know that? I have not heard a word from the Sega for a hundred years.
Jo Hui’s expression quickly becomes gloomy as he feels lost.
Jo Hui, who had already experienced Sima Jiang once, did not even think of picking a fight with him.
A person who is so stubborn is no different from a wall.
If possible, Jo Hwi’s honest feeling was that he wanted to secretly take the Cheonmu Dohae Rok and leave.
At that moment, the gentle voice of the old man echoed in Jo Hui’s head.
-Haven’t your four self-proclaimed wicked tongues already reached the realm of nature? What are you worried about, a guy who can easily fool the executives of the Black Heavenly League and the famous people of the Martial Arts Alliance with his three-inch tongue? Sima is probably no different, so go ahead and confront him!
It’s strange.
It’s clearly a compliment, but for some reason I feel offended.
Master, I want to be praised for my sword only by you.
Isn’t it too harsh to say that it’s a natural phenomenon?
-It’s noisy.
Jo Hui let out a thin sigh, then looked at Jang Il-ryong and Namgung Jang-ho alternately and smiled bitterly.
“I suddenly have a place to go. In the meantime, please take good care of the beggars of openness.”
Soon, as Jo Hui mounted the sword and took up a stance, Jang Il-ryong shouted urgently.
“Where are you going again, brother?”
Jo-Hwi started to study the flying sword and flew away towards the northern sky.
It was a single ray of sound that flew into Jang Il-ryong’s ear.
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