< Episode 31: Giyeon (2) >
Gyu So-ha who was possessed by Danju the reporter Yang Mu-won was diligently cleaning up by carrying stone debris.
This is because traces of what happened here had to be eliminated as much as possible.
The smile did not leave Gyu So-ha’s face the whole time he was doing chores like this.
Not only did his status get higher but he also gained a body even if it was temporary and even had free time.
And that too in a report overflowing with this vast amount of non-emergency documents.
“Hehehe.”
Although it is said that he was a vengeful spirit he was a warrior from the beginning.
Before I died I naturally aimed for a high level so this place filled with secret books was nothing short of paradise.
Gyu So-ha who was organizing the small cavity with the red line looked at the bookshelf shelf where there was nothing but a wooden box.
‘Hmm. ‘What is it?’
The wooden box was none other than the one containing the scroll sealing the spirit beast.
The wooden box is said to be made of Seonryeongwood (仙靈木).
Strangely enough the thing that had been shattered into ashes had returned to its original state.
‘Is this really the power of a good person?’
Gyu So-ha Mok Gyeong-un and Cheong-ryeong also saw the sight of something that had already been broken and decayed returning to its original state.
It happened just as Mok Kyung-un was holding the scroll and wondering what to do.
As if time had been rewound the surrounding powder gathered together and took the shape of a wooden box then returned to its original state.
‘It’s so amazing.’
It was a power that even Gyu Soha a vengeful soul found strange.
Should we say that it has transcended the realm of witchcraft?
Thanks to this Mok Gyeong-un who was wondering what to do with this ordered Gyu So-ha to stay here for a while and guard the wooden box.
[Hmm. I guess I’ll just have to leave it here for a while.]
[Are you not going to eat it?]
[yes. You could get sick after eating it.]
[….]
[I’m just kidding.]
I know it’s not a joke.
Master likes to eat things like this.
[Anyway I don’t think I should touch this now. If anyone comes in here and touches or looks for the wooden box please let me know.]
[yes! Master!]
Mok Gyeong-un was interested in the person who placed the sealed wooden box here.
Why was something so dangerous left here?
Perhaps you will find out if you guard this place as instructed by your master.
Whether or not the person with the Three Eyes that the raccoon spirit beast spoke of will appear.
* * *
It’s late at night inside Cheonjihoe.
In the garden of a large manor located in the southwest of the castle there was a middle-aged man with a sharp appearance and a small build looking at the moon with his back to him.
While he is looking at the moon and appreciating it he hears someone coughing from behind him.
“Hmm.”
At this the middle-aged man with a small build turned around as if he knew.
And he put his hands together and bowed politely.
“Ahh. “I don’t know what to do with myself knowing that the King of Violent Power one of the five kings would come to this shabby place.”
The man he greeted was a middle-aged man in his mid-50s with no visible sleeves and a mustache wearing strangely shaped iron rings on his muscular arms.
The middle-aged man was Won Byeong-hak King Byeokryeokwon a member of the Five Kings the highest ranking official of the Cheonjihoe.
Won Byeong-hak opened his mouth and gave a similar bow to the middle-aged man.
“It’s been a while. “Cancer race.”
The identity of the middle-aged man with a dwarf physique is Amjongju (暗宗主).
Although he was one level lower than King Wu he was a member of the Samjongju (三宗主) a high-ranking official of the Heaven and Earth Council.
Unlike other sect lords his name is confidential so everyone calls him the female sect lord which is his title.
“Oh ho ho. “It’s been a long time since the competition two months ago.”
King Won Byeong-hak frowned subtly as if he was not used to the tickling voice of Am Jong-ju.
That’s because I can’t get used to this man’s speaking style any time I hear it.
The way he spoke was reminiscent of an imperial palace eunuch but he spoke in a tone that women would use which sometimes made me feel uncomfortable.
‘He is truly unique.’
That face you see in front of you right now is not real.
It was a human skin mask.
A bast mask is a thin mask similar to skin that is made using human or pig skin in a shape that is almost indistinguishable from a real human face.
Amjongju was the only person in Naeseong allowed to receive this bastard mask.
‘No matter how much you are in charge of intelligence and secrets…’
Is there any reason not to show their true faces even to themselves?
Since Amjongju changed his bast face every three months he knew that only Hoeju could know his real face.
‘Whoa.’
Anyway what was important was his real face so that wasn’t the case.
King Won Byeong-hak said.
“Cancer. “I would like to apologize first for breaking the rules by suddenly coming here so late at night.”
“no. How could he apologize for hearing that I came and went a couple of times while I was away? “It’s something I should actually apologize for.”
“I’m just grateful you said that.”
“Oh ho ho. So may I ask why you came here so late at night?”
“Of course. In fact I thought it would be a more rude request than coming late at night so I brought this as a bribe to my ancestor.”
Won Byeong-hak the King of Violence held up the white liquor bottle he was holding in one hand.
At this the king of Amjong looked puzzled and asked.
“What is that?”
“This is Jang Wonhong which has been around for 25 years.”
“Hoo. Is that really true?”
Wonhong Jang (壯元紅).
It is one of the Shaoxing liquors and is called Myeongju along with Yeoahhong (女兒紅).
It is a liquor whose scent becomes deeper and stronger depending on how long it is aged and was also used to celebrate special days.
King Amjong said as he accepted the bottle as if he was very happy.
“I don’t know if I can take this.”
“It’s a bribe but of course you can take it. Yeo Hong drank it at her daughter Ai’s engagement party and Jang Won Hong was worried and brought it here.”
When a son was born Jang Won-hong buried the brewed liquor and took it out when the son grew up to take civil service exams pass the civil service examination or get married and drink it with relatives.
However King Won Byeong-hak had no son.
I had buried it with Yeo Ah-hong 25 years ago before my daughter was born and while I was wondering when to take it out and drink it I brought it here because the head of the clan likes aged liquor.
“I haven’t heard yet that the King of Violence would bring something so precious that he had saved but it would be difficult to refuse the request.”
“It may be rude but maybe it’s not a big ask for the lord of the female sect.”
“What if it’s not a big request?”
-widely!
Won Byeong-hak the King of Violent Power wielded his fist and spoke politely.
“I know it’s rude but tomorrow after the final gate of Sihyeolgok I hope that if there is someone from the secret gate at the closing ceremony you will make a concession.”
“Bigyeongmun?”
“exactly. “I’ve been keeping an eye on her for a long time so she was so rude and came to me late at night.”
That was exactly the request of Won Byeong-hak the King of Violent Power.
Executives participating in tomorrow’s closing ceremony will be given the option to receive under their wing cadets who have passed the final hurdle.
Here Won Byeong-hak had already chosen the student of Bigyeongmun.
In response Amjongju said:
“I don’t know the results yet but seeing you talk like this it seems like you’re a very talented person.”
“A kid with potential.”
‘He has the qualities to complete the power attack from the source.’
He already had one disciple.
However Jinwon Byeokryeokkwon was unable to complete his last choshik and his right arm became crippled.
That’s how difficult it was to even learn his season.
‘That’s why he went around to ask for favors from other executives who are going to Sihyeolgok tomorrow.’
In fact Lord Amjong had predicted his purpose to some extent.
Since he was always watching the castle due to the nature of the cancer class that deals with intelligence and Ganja I guessed that he was going around to ask for something related to the funeral ceremony to be held tomorrow.
And the guess was correct.
‘I see. okay.’
However he did not show it.
If he found out that he was aware of his movements he would only offend the King of Byeokryeok.
“I know it’s a rude request but…”
“no. “How could I refuse the request of the King of Violent Power when I was given such precious wine?”
“Oh yes can you please?”
“Of course. Oh hoho.”
The king of Byeokryeokken slightly bowed his head at Amjongju’s tickling smile and expressed his gratitude.
He was a much-coveted talent.
Then the head of Amjong spoke to him.
“If you don’t want to be rude to me would it be okay if I also ask the King of Violence at this time?”
“ask?”
“Actually it’s okay because you only have one choice but I’m telling you in advance in case you change your mind.”
“What do you mean?”
“yes. There is one person I also covet. “That’s why I’m participating in the closing ceremony tomorrow to see if I can be accepted as a disciple.”
At those words Byeongryeok King Won Byeonghak nodded his head.
Of course I thought that would be the case.
He was a cancer doctor who never participated even though he had several opportunities.
Participating this time is also…
“Is it that kid? “Mohwabang’s….”
“yes. you’re right.”
“Ahh. “I guess so.”
The prediction was correct.
Mohwabang was once called the Sadae Salsu group.
There the rumor that a girl with great talent was participating in the gateway to Sihyeolgok had spread even to the executives.
“I don’t think you need to worry about that. “I just want a boy who has a body that can properly use physical strength.”
“Oh ho ho. “I am both grateful and reassured when you say that.”
-clap clap
The leader of the female clan clapped his hands and spoke like a woman.
The voice was so neutral that King Won Byeong-hak thought to himself that he might be a woman.
Even though he is said to be talented it is even more so when you see that he chooses a girl.
But I’m wondering whether I should tell this or not.
That scary woman was also coveting the girl from the mock room.
* * *
Moharang of Mohwabang frowned slightly.
She suddenly felt a tickling sensation in her right ear and if it weren’t for her neck training room she would have liked to stick her finger in and pry it.
“The expression on your face looks like your ears are tickling.”
“….”
She was inwardly shocked by Mo Kyung-un’s words but did her best not to show it.
In any case he is amazing at reading other people’s intentions.
But she suddenly asks why did she call her?
And that too late at night.
Could it be because of the final gate tomorrow?
‘Unless there are special variables there’s no way you such a monster won’t be able to pass the final gateway.’
Finally she asked if she was curious.
“…But why did you call me?”
Since she decided to be a faithful ‘dog’ or ‘slave’ she has treated Mok Gyeong-un with the utmost respect.
Mok Kyung-un answered her question.
“iced coffee. It’s nothing special. “Can you treat me lightly?”
“What would you do if you were my opponent…”
She swallowed her dry saliva without realizing it.
She didn’t usually call but in the middle of the night it was a bit annoying to hear that she was the only one calling.
It couldn’t have been called at this time of night….
“Can you spar?”
“Sparring…?”
At that moment she let out a light breath.
I must say she was a little relieved.
Well if this demon-like man had seen himself as a woman he wouldn’t have poisoned her and treated her like a faithful dog and all.
But what kind of sparring is this all of a sudden?
He’s already competed against himself once so sparring is largely pointless….
‘Isn’t it?’
If you think about it it might not be so meaningless.
Now that I think about it I heard that the final hurdle may not be about survival potential as before but rather a pure test of martial arts skills.
In that case one way might be to raise one’s senses in advance through sparring.
and
‘…I wanted to get revenge.’
Although I swore allegiance to the poison I promised myself that I would be free of it someday.
And that too with fair skill.
Mo Harang’s eyes changed and he looked at Mo Gyeong-un.
Before I knew it my eyes were moving around to find Mok Kyung-un’s loopholes.
‘It’s different than back then.’
At that time it was not possible to accurately estimate the level of wood cultivation.
However now that I have watched him from the side several times I have an idea of his level of inaction and what he is good at.
-Quick quack!
I was already drawing a picture in my head.
If you want to compete with Mokgyun you should avoid direct collision as much as possible.
It is different from the usual true energy and even if it is slightly hit the aerodynamic force is dissipated.
The same was true for the teacher.
‘If you don’t give me a chance.’
A picture is drawn that can kill to some extent.
At that time I was thinking about not killing Mok Kyung-un so I didn’t use any killing techniques or secret techniques but I didn’t know if it would be possible if I really went with the intention of killing him.
“These are eyes full of motivation.”
“ah….”
“Well in that case you can attack me with the intention of killing me.”
“yes?”
“If you subdue me I will detoxify you.”
Mo Harang’s expression changed quite a bit when he heard Mok Gyeong-un’s words.
Just a moment ago we were just simulating a hypothetical situation but the story is different when there is a price at stake.
When combined with her Seomyeongbido jutsu which is Mo Hwabang’s Yeonsal (聯殺) and the Sal King’s (殺王) vision she was at least confident in killing anyone on the same level as herself.
“…Are you really saying that?”
“yes. I promise. “If you could overpower me right now…”
This was before Mok Gyeong-un’s words had even finished.
-Sureuk!
Small dagger-shaped daggers protruded from the sleeves of her right and left arms.
She was a must-win athlete.
He was trying to win by moving first before Mok Kyung-un realized it.
The origin of her martial arts is assassination.
Therefore the key was to disrupt her beat rather than fighting the opponent outright.
however
-Tuk!
‘!?’
Moharang’s expression hardened for a moment.
‘This… what the hell…’
What’s going on?
As soon as she finished speaking she made the first move.
But before he knew it Mok Gyeong-un’s index finger was touching his neck.
‘…I couldn’t see it.’
Even back then she thought she was far superior at least in terms of speed.
But now there was no movement of Mok Kyung-un at all.
The tips of her fingers were touching her without even realizing it.
“It’s slow.”
-Gurgling!
At Mokyungun’s words a drop of cold sweat rolled down Moharang’s beautiful cheek.
It felt like the slightest movement would pierce her throat.
< Episode 31: Giyeon (2) > end
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