< Episode 38: Skills (2) >
‘Is this okay?’
Ha Chae-rin who was watching her fight next to Ho Jong-hyuk or rather Go Chan who was possessed by her became her anxious gaze.
Before she came here she was well aware of the skills of neck cultivation.
Although she had strange powers she was only second-rate and it was doubtful whether she would be able to stand against such a monster.
however
-thud!
‘!?’
His right wrist was broken and he fell to his knees. The lower arm of the Five Mountains of the Five Mountains.
Seeing him like that Go Chan could not help but be inwardly shocked.
No it’s only been less than a month. What happened?
Was Mu Qingyun originally this strong?
“…As expected my judgment was correct.”
Yiak (二岳) Blind man Wei Mengchen opened his mouth with his swords pressed together.
He didn’t actually intend to cut off Mo Kyung-un’s head but he created the momentum as if he was going to cut it off with as much force as he could.
As a result Mok Gyeong-un revealed his true skills.
I couldn’t help but be quite surprised by this.
‘It’s passed the peak level.’
It exceeded expectations.
He thought it might be the ultimate play.
However it was no exaggeration to say that he had reached the beginning of his peak when he was able to block his own sword in an instant and overwhelm his low arm with his power.
“What kind of talent does this…”
-Ugh!
‘!?’
Blind Wei Mengchen frowned.
He was crossing his swords and the very slight resonance sound was annoying to his ears.
Then he soon felt a crack forming in his sword.
hereto
-Chaaeaeang!
Wei Mengchen used the sword strike technique to deflect Mu Qingyun’s sword.
As the sword bounced Mo Kyung-un’s new form floated slightly backwards and was pushed back about five steps.
Then Wei Mengchen ran his finger over the blade of his sword and felt it.
‘The bamboo sword cracked.’
Although it was wrapped in bamboo it was a famous sword created by the hands of a skilled craftsman.
A bamboo sword like that lost incontinence in just one hit?
What kind of sword is it?
-Clap clap!
Then I heard someone clapping their hands.
The person clapping his hands was none other than Jang Neungak Hoeju’s second disciple.
Jang Neung-Ak the corners of his mouth reaching up to his ears was looking at Mo Gyeong-un with satisfied eyes.
“okay. “This is exactly what Confucius wanted to see.”
The inaction of passing through the gate of Sihyeolgok as a senior despite being a hostage to political factions.
There was no way it was clumsy.
I don’t know how to deceive the spirit but if it was enough to take the sword of Wei Meng-cheon it was clear that it had surpassed the peak.
Mok Gyeong-un said with an expression of embarrassment at his words.
“You’re really causing trouble.”
He tried to hide his skills as much as possible.
But I never thought it would be revealed this way.
‘That’s annoying.’
If it weren’t for that blind man I wouldn’t have been caught like this.
Because of this Mo Gyeong-un learned one thing.
That said nothing is ever perfect.
Even though death energy or death energy is an energy that living humans cannot sense through energy there are people who can understand others in this strange way so it is necessary to pay more attention.
-That blind sentient being is a variable.
Cheongryeong also clicked his tongue at this result.
The ideal was not to reveal his skills but now that he was caught he might have to change his plan depending on how that guy named Jang Neung-ak came out.
At that time Jang Neungak approached and said.
“Hideing one’s skills is quite common in martial arts. “It’s very rare for someone who hasn’t even met the minimum terms to go beyond the realm of climax.”
‘Rare?’
At these words of great power Jonghyuk the great leader of the Bujukdan stuck out his tongue.
Even himself who had been praised by his father for having outstanding military talent was able to enter the realm of transcendence only when he was almost thirty.
Of course even he was amazed by the people around him.
However the fact that a guy who was only 17 or 18 years old had entered the realm of transcendence was worthy of being called a genius.
‘…I understand why you hid your inaction.’
A sharp awl pierces through the handle.
A moderately outstanding martial artist may be welcomed by those around him but if he goes beyond that he becomes the object of checks and envy.
Mo Kyung-un’s talent is clearly the latter.
I don’t know if it was his own judgment or the advice of his teacher Amjongju but the reason he hid his skills was probably out of concern.
Jang Neung Ak spread his arms wide and said to Mok Gyeong-un.
“I like it.”
“….”
“Let me be blunt. “Swear your allegiance to this Confucius.”
“You want me to swear allegiance?”
“okay. This Confucius wants talented people like you. “Those talented people are no different from the power of this Confucius.”
That would be natural.
The more powerful warriors he receives as subordinates the more solid he will be as the successor to Lord Hoe.
Jang Neung Ak came right in front of Mo Gyeong-un and continued his words.
“This Confucius does not demand unpaid loyalty. He will promise you the wealth and honor you deserve if you swear allegiance.”
“Wealth and fame….”
“okay. Furthermore if this Confucius becomes the pinnacle of this meeting he will enjoy more together.”
In response to Jang Neung-ak’s words Cheongryeong spoke to Mok Gyeong-un.
-It looks like you have no choice.
The ideal would be to monitor the situation while strengthening one’s power under the Amjongju.
However once his skills were revealed it became difficult.
If he refused here there was a high possibility that he would be checked or involved in troublesome matters so the next best option was to strengthen his power under Jang Neung-ak.
however
-widely!
Mok Gyeong-un gave a bow to Jang Neung-ak.
“I’m sorry. “It’s a really tempting offer but it seems difficult to follow Confucius right away.”
-huh?
Cheongryeong was puzzled by Mo Gyeong-un’s words.
Now that his hidden power had been revealed the option of joining Jang Neung-ak’s staff was a good option even if only to prevent troublesome events.
But if you refuse here
“You can’t follow Confucius?”
As expected Jang Neungak’s expression changed in an instant.
One of his eyebrows trembled and went up and he seemed uncomfortable.
It was as expected.
‘What on earth are you thinking? ‘Rebirth.’
Cheongnyeong clicked his tongue inwardly.
Huaiju’s second disciple and each of his subordinates were not ordinary experts.
So there was no benefit in provoking them.
‘Anyway there is no way to smoothly follow the advice.’
At that time Jang Neung-ak stabbed Mok Gyeong-un in the chest with a fan and said
-Hold on!
“Do you know what that means now?”
“well? “I’m not sure what that means.”
“what?”
Hearing Mo Kyung-un’s words Jang Neung-ak’s eyes became completely cold.
How dare a former hostage of a political faction refuse Confucius’s offer in this way and then answer back?
-Hold on!
Jang Neung-ak stabbed Mo Gyeong-un in the chest with his fan harder and said.
“Have you forgotten who the person in front of you is?”
“Is that possible? “This is Confucius Jang Neungak Huaiju’s second disciple.”
“But it seems like Confucius’ suggestions are just passing by.”
“No way. “I just told you that it would be difficult to accept Confucius’ proposal right now.”
“Do you think you have the option to refuse?”
“If you want to have Amjong under your command I don’t think you will force it.”
Jang Neung-ak’s eyes became sharp at Mo Kyung-un’s words.
Seeing this the woman in red with thick lips urged Mo Gyeong-un.
“hey. Are you really so crazy about wanting to die? Confucius is now a hostage to political factions…”
-Sigh!
Jang Nung-eok raised her hand and stopped her from stopping.
Then she sighed and smiled.
“It’s definitely because he came from a political faction’s hostage so he’s different.”
“yes?”
“If you are from this association you will not give the same answer to our professor’s suggestions. On the contrary I am afraid that I may offend Confucius.”
“….”
“But you are very bold against this Confucius.”
Jang Neung-ak found this kind of wood cultivation interesting.
I thought that if I applied some pressure it would crawl in on its own.
He was in the position of being a pawn of a political faction and if he had even the slightest awareness of how great of an opportunity it was to make such connections within the Cheonjihoe he would have no choice but to follow.
But it comes out like this.
“Yes that is correct. This Confucius wants to have Amjong under his command. To that end I hope that I can become the person you saw as Confucius and become an important catalyst.”
Jang Neungak revealed his true intentions.
Then
“I wish so too but as you know I just became a disciple of the Master of the Amjong.”
“What does that mean?”
“I wasn’t chosen but I became a disciple of Amjongju through the benefit of being the chief of Sihyeolgok. Will he really trust me that much?”
Jang Neungak’s eyes narrowed at Mo Gyeong-un’s words.
Because he also had a cunning side he immediately understood what Mo Kyung-un meant when he said this.
“…Keep talking.”
“What would Master think of me if he found out that I a former hostage of a political faction had come under Confucius’s control while I had not yet been properly taught martial arts and trust had not been built?”
“….”
“If I were your master I think you would stay away from me suspecting that a pawn of a political faction who has only recently joined the association is trying to gain access to wealth and power too quickly.”
With these words Mok Gyeong-un lowered his voice and spoke in a whisper so that only Jang Neung-ak could hear.
“It doesn’t matter if you collect it from your subordinates right now but if you do that you won’t be able to get everything you want so will it really be beneficial to collect it from your subordinates now?”
‘!?’
Jang Neungak’s lips twitched slightly.
‘Look at this guy.’
He was quite shocked by Mo Kyung-un’s words.
The fact that he was interested in being a hostage to a political faction was only part of his purpose and his goal was to take Mok Gyeong-un as his subordinate and use this as an opportunity to accept Amjong as his subordinate.
They were also in a hurry because their power was still behind the archduke.
But this guy is beyond imagination.
‘You’re clever.’
He was even reading into parts that he had not considered.
If he were to accept this guy as his subordinate right now as this guy said his head would be full of doubts.
If that happens it will be difficult to completely remove the cancer.
‘Hmm.’
Jang Neung-ak looked straight at Mo Gyeong-un.
I thought he was a cocky bastard for rejecting my offer but this conversation has completely solidified my thoughts.
He wanted to make this guy completely his.
-widely!
Jang Neung-ak took off the fan that was stabbing Mok Gyeong-un in the chest.
And he spoke in a similarly whispering voice.
“That makes sense. good. It’s a shame but I’ll just leave for now. “I hope you can build close trust with the Lord of Amjong.”
Hearing his words Mok Kyung-un smiled lightly.
At this Jang Neung-Ak also chuckled and laughed as if they understood each other’s thoughts then put his back and turned away.
“Confucius?”
“Let’s go back and have a drink.”
At these words most of the subordinates could not help but feel puzzled.
Are you just going without any results?
It was quite different from usual.
However because they had to follow their lord’s orders they retreated without a word.
Of course the same was true for his injured arm.
“….”
On the other hand blind Wei Mengchen who overheard their whispered conversation with great hearing paused for a moment and did not like this situation.
‘Excessively clever.’
He did not make a sadal with three inches of tongue but made his lord retreat in a good mood.
Without even making any conclusions.
His cunning was more alarming than his outstanding martial arts skills.
However right now the lord seemed to really like it so I thought I would step aside for now but take a closer look.
When they all retreated Mok Gyeong-un sent a message to Cheong-ryeong with a smiling face.
-I have to kill that blind man first.
< Episode 38: Skills (2) > end
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