< Episode 22: Dark Heaven (1) >
-Suuuuuu!
A light haze rose along with sweat from Mo Yu-cheon’s naked upper body muscles.
After a long time eating breakfast energy returned to my tired muscles and internal organs and the fatigue gradually subsided.
After the ban was lifted I became more aware of the importance of inner work.
‘I think I will live.’
The difference between having luck and not having luck was stark.
Simply sleeping could relieve fatigue but when you practice meditation the fatigue accumulated throughout your body will also be relieved.
-Thrill! Thing!
Her fingers started to hurt while eating breakfast.
After doing a few rounds of sujucheon he opened his eyes and saw his messed up hands.
Fingers backs of hands and palms with no healthy areas due to broken nails and bruises.
‘….’
Seeing this Mo Yu-cheon had a strange thought.
He is not old but has he ever tried so hard to survive since he was born?
no. It was my first time.
This is my first time in combat and my first time killing someone.
Not long ago all I did was train and sweat alone in the training hall.
But in an instant I feel like I fell into the abyss.
-closely!
Mo Yu-chun clutched his hand which was full of wounds.
No matter what he becomes he will survive here somehow.
He had only himself to trust.
‘Mokgyeongun…’
He decided not to have any more vain expectations for that bastard.
He didn’t know what had made him change so much but he didn’t care about him and he had no reason why he should either.
Even being half-brothers has no meaning.
‘The diet of the jungle.’
This was that kind of place.
Entered as a hostage he still doesn’t understand why he has to risk his life like this but he must become stronger in order to survive.
‘The world was wide.’
He believed that once he unlocked his Qi Gate there was no one who could beat him at least among the boys.
However I could not help but be surprised by the energy stimulating me here and there.
Among his peers he thought that the only people who reached the peak level other than him were the later exponents of the Daemun faction but that was a mistake.
-widely!
Mo Yu-cheon stood up.
Then he glanced at the horse man who was praying on the bed and quietly assumed the basic posture of the Yeonmok Swordmaster.
Human psychology is truly unique.
He was put in this extreme situation where he didn’t know when he would die but rather a strong desire to win was born.
Seeing this made him think that he too might be a warrior to his core.
‘You have to become stronger.’
For that training was the only answer.
In any case if you try to gather your strength in a day or two by eating your luck it will not have much of an impact.
It is enough to restore the body.
For the rest of the time it was important to gain enlightenment through training.
-Park!
Mo Yu-cheon slowly performed the basic exercises of the Yeonmok Sword Master.
This slow technique less than half of the original speed is one of the training methods called non-yeonsik which is training to increase the precision of the expression.
Since I was sharing the same room as the horse rider I wanted to train as much as possible without disturbing his fortune.
-Papak!
Even though I was moving slowly sound emanated from the area where my fist touched.
Because he had been training for a long time Mok Yu-cheon was able to perform the ceremony slowly and with full force.
It was at a time when he was so focused on training.
“I thought it was impossible but he was really a softwood swordsman.”
‘!?’
Mok Yu-cheon startled by this sound stopped and turned his head.
The owner of the voice was Ma Sang.
A boy who went through life death and ups and downs with him through the second gateway from beginning to end.
At the end we clashed for a while but because we understood each other’s feelings we decided to share a room without blaming each other.
Even though he was from the Safa faction he was loyal and considered a decent guy so he was a close friend.
however
“….How do you do that?”
“It doesn’t matter how. “Why are you from a political faction in Sihyeolgok?”
“That…”
Mo Yu-cheon was momentarily speechless.
Whatever the reason he felt that it was nothing short of shame for him to be here.
That’s why no words came out.
Ma-sang said to him.
“Did Chief Yeonmok betray the political faction?”
“What are you talking about!”
At that moment Mo Yu-cheon must have been moved and raised his voice.
If nothing else I have not yet lost my pride as a member of a political party.
That’s why my father the chieftain did not surrender but chose Fengmun to save everyone.
“Yeonmok Geomjang… Yeonmok Geomjang is an eternal political faction.”
Hearing Mo Yu-cheon’s words like that he sneered and said as if Ma-sang were not the same.
“Don’t be ridiculous. The guy who came all the way to Sihyeolgok didn’t betray the political faction? “Didn’t you ultimately come to join the ranks of Cheonjihoe executives?”
“what?”
Mo Yu-cheon’s eyes wavered at these horse-like words.
What does this mean?
Are you a direct descendant of the executives of the Heaven and Earth Council?
Ma-sang’s eyes narrowed at Mo Yu-cheon’s incomprehensible response.
“what? “You sure you didn’t know?”
At that question Mo Yu-cheon opened his mouth after a while with an expression that seemed confused.
“I don’t know. I was just brought here without any information and didn’t know anything. “Really.”
“You didn’t know anything?”
“….okay.”
Hearing these words Ma-Sang said with a suspicious look in his eyes.
“It’s absurd. “You came into Sihyeolgok without knowing anything.”
“I said it was true.”
“Would you believe it if it were you?”
“What on earth is this place? “Why are you all risking your lives to cause this mess?”
Even if it wasn’t I didn’t understand it.
The red belt warriors who don’t care even though so many people are dying and the boys who risk their lives to carry out the tasks they tell them to do.
Something was beyond the scope of understanding.
“Why are you risking your life? Sihyeolgok is the shortest way to enter the direct line of executives of the Cheonjihoe. Why did everyone think they were risking their lives? After overcoming the risk you will have the opportunity to be chosen by the eight executives of the Heaven and Earth Council and become a direct disciple. Even if you can’t do that the more times you pass through the gate the more benefits you will get from becoming a major or minor owner. “Do you think opportunities like this come easily?”
‘Cheonjihoe…an opportunity to become a direct disciple of the eight executives?’
Mo Yu-cheon’s eyes shook violently.
Now I think I understand why they risk their lives to fulfill the gate.
Becoming a disciple of the eight executives who were called the highest experts of the Cheonjihoe which dispersed the martial arts world was an opportunity to be reborn as a person who would control the martial arts world in the future.
For them it is worth risking their lives for.
However he himself was different.
‘Damn it.’
Mo Yu-cheon bit his lip.
Then doesn’t the reason he struggled so hard to survive all this time mean that he tried to become a direct lineage of the Cheonjihoe which can be said to be the nemesis of the political faction?
‘What on earth am I doing?’
If that really happens…
‘ah……’
Yeon Mokgeomjang did not send his hostage but sent his children to the talent training center of Cheonjihoe.
He said that the only thing he did to survive was to poison the Yeonmok Swordmaster.
Mu Yuqian became truly confused.
What on earth is he supposed to do?
Does this mean that the Heaven and Earth Association sending him here was a trap?
That was when he was so devastated.
“You… I guess you really didn’t come here on your own feet.”
The horseman’s tone suddenly became much more serious than before.
Mo Yu-cheon could not hide his surprise at this.
“How did you get in?”
Mo Yu-cheon hesitated at that question.
He realized that his coming into Sihyeolgok was no different from a trap because he felt that it was dangerous to say something to the people of Cheonjihoe who were like enemies.
While I was doing that Ma-sang opened my wound again.
“It’s a betrayal.”
At those words Mo Yu-cheon burst into tears and his face heated up.
If it weren’t for this situation he would have wanted to punch the horseman in the face but he could barely hold himself back.
Then he finally revealed the truth.
“It’s not betrayal. “I was just held hostage by him.”
“Pawn?”
“okay.”
“gibberish. Why are you sending a hostage to Sihyeolgok?”
“I don’t know either! He just thought he wasn’t going to be taken care of. Like you said I didn’t know Sihyeolgok was a place like this.”
“You didn’t know?”
“If you knew you wouldn’t have been this low…. Rather you would have tried to escape somehow.”
“escape? “Is it okay for you to say that to me now?”
“…..I don’t know. Now I don’t even know what to do. The more I try to survive here without dying the more I might be branded as having betrayed the faction. If that’s the case…”
I didn’t know that it was right to commit suicide for my honor and family as a political figure.
It was virtually impossible to escape here anyway.
As soon as the spiracles were released I knew for sure.
‘monster.’
The man wearing the demon mask was an expert beyond imagination.
He couldn’t do anything at his level.
‘suicide…’
I was afraid if this was the only answer.
He only lived for sixteen years and it was a scary thing to end his life for his family.
When he became aware of his death Mok Yu-chun got chills without realizing it.
Masang who was staring at him suddenly got up from the bed closed the window looked outside the door closed the door and locked it.
Then he came in front of Mo Yu-cheon and spoke in a whisper with a serious face.
“You really didn’t betray.”
“…I said no.”
“fizzle. “Speak quietly.”
Mo Yu-cheon frowned at his words.
Why are you doing this all of a sudden?
While I was wondering Ma-sang spoke again in a whispering voice.
“I’m sorry for not believing you from the beginning. “As for the Yeonmok swordsman he has been a prominent member of the political faction for a long time but I couldn’t help but assume the what-if situation.”
“What are you saying now…..”
“Listen quietly. “I am a ganja assigned by the Justice League.”
‘!?’
Mo Yu-cheon’s eyes widened at his words.
Ganja supplied by the Justice Alliance?
While I was surprised Ma-sang continued speaking.
“Have you ever heard of Amcheon?”
“Ah Amcheon?”
I’ve heard of it.
There are four main organizations that the Justice Alliance is proud of.
One of them is dark spring.
It is a confidential organization that exists as a defender of justice blindness in the shadows and darkness not in visible places.
A confidential organization is literally an organization that should not be known.
However due to some kind of incident the existence of this dark spring was revealed.
Although the name of the organization was known the Justice League vehemently denied the existence of this organization so opinions were divided among people about its existence.
But Ma Sang is from that dark heaven?
“Amcheon may not be a real organization…..”
“It is real. “We simply denied it because the Justice League which pursues the right cannot acknowledge the existence of a group responsible for intelligence and assassination.”
“….under.”
Amcheon is a real organization.
It’s really amazing.
“Really…there was a dark spring…but is it okay to reveal its identity like this…?”
Mo Yu-cheon studied engineering with him.
Then Ma-sang shook his head and answered.
“Just speak normally.”
“still…..”
“It just creates more room for doubt.”
“….okay. But is it okay for you to reveal your identity to me?”
“In fact unless it is a very rare case it is not okay for people from the same political faction to reveal our identities.”
“But why?”
“The first is to identify allies and enemies.”
“discrimination?”
“At the gateway to Sihyeolgok there are many cases where we have to kill each other and there are only enemies everywhere so we need to make you realize that we are allies.”
“ah….”
Is that why you revealed your identity?
However it was difficult to shake off the feeling of something being light for a confidential organization based on that alone.
Now that I think about it for a moment did I just say ‘we’?
Isn’t it true that Amcheon only has horses?
Ma Sang spoke to Mo Yu-cheon who was puzzled.
“Secondly contrary to our goal too many of our personnel died.”
“Incoming manpower?”
As expected it seemed like there were more than just horse statues there were also dark streams.
“So is there more to it than just you?”
“that’s right. Originally about 50 people were deployed.”
“Fifty people?”
Mo Yu-cheon’s eyes widened.
So many people have come in but the Cheonjihoe has not found out?
While I was doing this Ma-sang said.
“However 70% of them were filtered through Cheonjihoe’s information network and were blocked or killed in advance.”
“ah…”
“The number of people who succeeded in reaching Sihyeolgok was fifteen.”
As a result out of about 800 people who took on the challenge of Sihyeolgok 15 were members of the Justice Alliance.
Mo Yu-cheon who did not know the physiology of the intelligence organization could not decide whether it was a lot or a little.
However listening to the horseman’s tone it sounded like the influx of this many people was quite a success.
however
“But a problem arose.”
“What if it’s a problem?”
“All fifteen people passed the first gate but eleven died at the second gate.”
Out of 11 people only 4 survived.
Considering that there are still gates left the probability of failure has increased significantly.
I somehow felt like I knew why Ma-sang had revealed his identity.
“no way….”
“okay. “I want to ask you for help Mo Yu-cheon.”
“…..”
Hearing his words Mo Yu-cheon closed his mouth.
Because he was at a loss as to how to react.
Who would have imagined that a situation would arise where a member of Amcheon a shadow organization of the Justice League would reveal his identity and ask for help?
“I think it will be difficult to accept. “There was nothing I could do.”
“…..”
“Based on the experience and information of previous failed deployments we deployed only personnel capable of external combat without internal attack and we had no idea that a situation like this would occur.”
I think I understand.
A wolf-shaped monster that makes pig noises.
“Is it because of the monster?”
“Of course it was a monster but the variable was him… he was the problem.”
“If it’s him…”
-Pud!
The demon gnashed his teeth showing his fierceness.
That’s how angry he seemed to be at that guy.
Who on earth is this?
“Didn’t you go through the same thing?”
“no way….”
“Most of our personnel died because of that crazy guy who told us to kill each other.”
‘……’
Wood tillage.
I didn’t believe it but it was a tree-cultivated luck.
Was it because of him that so many members of the Justice League died?
‘…I’m going to turn.’
Seeing Ma-sang unable to contain his anger I became at a loss as to how to talk about it.
It was almost embarrassing to say that he was also the head of Yeonmok Sword.
Then Ma-sang said.
“Because of this I wanted to ask you something.”
“What if you want to ask?”
“You knew his name.”
“…..”
Mo Yu-cheon could not open his mouth.
I was afraid of how Ma-sang would react if I told him that they were half-brothers.
-Gulp!
I was so nervous that I swallowed dry saliva.
As I was doing that Ma-sang continued speaking.
“I think it was the same pastoral family. Could it be that it has something to do with Yeonmok Geomjang? Or did he find out after coming here?”
“what?”
“At first I thought they were your brothers because they were the same pastoral family but I guess that wasn’t the case.”
‘huh?’
“If you were brothers you wouldn’t have done such crazy things as killing each other. Don’t worry. Because of that I knew I wasn’t really related to you by blood.”
‘….’
I didn’t intend this but I think I misunderstood.
Of course it was worth it.
Who would push someone to engage in such a slaughter even though they are related by blood?
“If that’s what you learned when you came here just know it.”
“Do you know?”
What are you trying to say?
I was puzzled but Ma-sang spoke in an even more whispering voice.
“Of the people deployed only four survived so there was no reason to choose between means and methods. Therefore during this time given to select the leader I will cut that crazy guy’s muscles and destroy his Danjeon.”
‘!?’
Are you going to cut off that guy’s veins and destroy his dantian?
I felt like I would have to talk about this even if Ma-sang found out the truth.
“for a moment. “This guy…”
“Ahh. Don’t worry. No matter how crazy he is this crazy person is no easy hit.”
“what?”
* * *
Come to think of it he didn’t really need to move along.
Mok Gyeong-un who had ordered the Demon Seung who was possessed by Jusalgok Yeomga’s body and Moharang Mohwabang to collect resources headed back to his room.
When I opened the door a girl with gray hair who looked to be about nineteen was sitting on the bed with her legs crossed.
Mok Gyeong-un who was staring at her opened her mouth.
“Did you mistake the room?”
At those words the girl smiled and waved her hand.
“hi. “Thorough cultivation.”
“Do you know me?”
“huh. “You may not know.”
At this Mok Gyeong-un tilted his head and said with a smile.
“Is that so? Do you have any business to run? Or are you here because you want to join the group?”
“I wanted to have a conversation.”
“Conversation?”
In response to Mok Gyeong-un’s question the girl slowly got up from the bed.
Then he untied his clothes.
-Srurr!
She must have been wearing only her outer clothes from the beginning but in an instant the girl was naked.
Her beautifully curvaceous body was revealed without any flab.
Mok Gyeong-un’s eyes narrowed at the sight of the woman’s naked body for the first time.
She wiggled her fingers like a girl enticingly to her neck tiller and then gestured towards her bunk she said.
“Let’s talk with our bodies.”
< Episode 22: Dark Heaven (1) > end
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