< Episode 47 Selection (2) >
“Originally the archduke’s support force was so strong that the other two successors had no chance but now the situation has changed.”
“What do you mean?”
In response to Mo Gyeong-un’s question Baek Sa-ha the King of Island Poisons twitched his lips and spoke in a meaningful voice.
“The game can change depending on your choices.”
“My… choice?”
“okay. “It’s your choice.”
Choice of tree tillage.
That was the judgment of King Baek Sa-ha.
In fact this judgment did not just come out of nowhere.
Mok Gyeong-un was a disciple of Amjong who commanded secret and intelligence officers within the Cheonjihoe and was also a disciple of Baekga who specialized in handling poison and killing people.
He could already be said to be in a fairly important position just by that alone.
“There are numerous shamans and sects within Cheonjihoe. When each of these groups comes together it will be a great force but among them there is one group that plays a particularly important role. A representative example is the carcinoma that deals with our Baekga or confidential information.”
The power of these two groups could be said to be quite important when considering the future for those seeking successors.
That is why his second disciple Jang Neung-ak or his third disciple Wi So-yeon coveted Mok Gyeong-un.
Mok Gyeong-un must have also remembered this and nodded his head.
“Furthermore a variable with greater power was born today.”
“If it is a variable of power….”
“It’s you and this master.”
Baek Saha shrugged his shoulders and said with a triumphant look on his face.
Coincidentally Baek Sa-ha and Mo Gyeong-un broke through the wall and reached the state of peace.
Even within the Cheonjihoe there were only a very small number of people who reached this level and it was no exaggeration to say that their power was equivalent to the size of a group of small and medium-sized sects.
“With this master and your power we can change the landscape of this competitive landscape. Just the two of them are enough. “Cluck click click.”
“Ah… I see.”
“Why is the reaction so sour? “Are you not confident in your power?”
Baek Sa-ha frowned and asked at Mo Kyung-un’s dull response.
To this Mok Gyeong-un shook his head and answered.
“Not really.”
“But why are you losing your temper?”
“I don’t think it has much meaning unless it’s certain.”
“What if you’re not sure? “Are you sure you weren’t satisfied even after breaking the wall?”
“It’s just a road you have to pass anyway.”
‘!?’
Mok Gyeong-woon answers casually.
Baek Sa-ha clicked his tongue at Mo Gyeong-un’s words.
Baek Saha had broken the wall over a long period of time so he thought there was no limit.
Many martial artists hope to break through the wall and become world-class experts but the reality is that there are many who cannot escape the top ranks.
But this child keeps looking up.
Does this mean that the goal from the beginning is different?
In response Baek Sa-ha tapped Mo Kyung-un on the shoulder and spoke in a rather serious voice.
“You are right. Master Lee was satisfied with small achievements and almost lost sight of the big forest. “The person who practiced martial arts was truly foolish.”
‘Hmm?’
Mok Gyeong-un’s eyes caught a strange look as he reflected on himself.
Mokgyeongun was not meant in this sense.
It was simply because he thought that his current inaction was still not enough considering the many relationships in which the object of revenge was intertwined.
To Mok Gyeong-un martial arts was just a tool for revenge.
Of course to Baek Sa-ha who did not know this Mo Gyeong-un’s appearance like this only felt like the attitude of a true warrior.
-It seems like the old sentient being mistakenly thought it was useless.
Cheongnyeong chuckled as if this scene was amusing.
Mok Gyeong-un shrugged his shoulders and answered.
-Mistakes are your freedom.
-Well that’s true.
-But Cheongnyeong.
-Why are you doing that?
-Didn’t you make a bet with me?
-What bet do you mean?
-From what I remember if I break through the wall within three years I will become a slave…
-Waaaaaaaa!
The young man screamed so loudly that it pierced my ears.
Mok Gyeong-un didn’t even flinch at most things but it was so loud that I felt like my eardrums were going to fall out.
-Waaaaaaaa!
-…Are you going to keep doing this?
-Waaaaaaaa!
-I’ll pretend the bet never happened so please stop. It’s noisy.
-….
When Mok Gyeong-un annulled the bet Cheongryeong bit her mouth as if he had never done that before.
Mok Gyeong-un clicked his tongue inwardly at Cheongryeong’s actions.
On the other hand Cheongnyeong breathed a sigh of relief.
She became a food spirit anyway and was living a life no different from a slave. If that wasn’t enough and she was going to treat him with respect like a real master it would have been better for her to just disappear.
‘Damn sentient being.’
It was a bet that could not have been made in the first place.
What kind of crazy person reaches the level of martial arts in just two months?
It would have been better if he had reached the state of enlightenment through enlightenment but he even inferred the flow of energy and forcibly penetrated the energy body.
He was truly a monster.
Maybe it was just a bunch of variables created by heaven.
Then Baek Sa-ha the King of Island Poisons spoke.
“I was so excited about the rush that Saddam became longer. In any case as you said you have to make a choice even if you leave aside things like achievement and such.”
“….”
“Due to the Archduke’s nature if he comes to his senses he will put pressure on you and Master Lee in some way. “The speed will be very agile.”
Mok Gyeong-un also agreed with this statement.
If he were of a similar kind it would be safe to say that the war began from the moment he opened his eyes.
In that case he had no choice but to follow Baek Sa-ha’s words and build a force that would be difficult for even Na Yulyang to move carelessly.
“What you said Master is correct.”
“Then who would you choose between Prince Jang Neung-ak and Lady Wi So-yeon? “I will leave it entirely to your choice in this regard.”
In fact the person Baek Sa-ha thought of was Wi So-yeon his youngest disciple.
His second disciple Jang Neung-ak had a cunning side and was not a great man to be trusted.
However the reason Mok Gyeong-un was given this choice was because he believed that those who would lead Cheonjihoe in the future were the responsibility of young later leaders not his generation.
‘But wouldn’t this guy also choose Wi So-yeon?’
What Wi So-yeon lacked was power that is a support base.
If she had her Baekga Amjong and their own priests attached to her she would be able to build up a force comparable to that of her archduke or Yuryang.
‘For now Wi So-yeon is the most suitable child. If you have a clever eye you can see that much right?’
I thought so
“Then I think the second Confucius Jang Neungak would be good.”
“what?”
For a moment Baek Sa-ha’s expression hardened.
This was because I was secretly disappointed with Mok Gyeong-un’s unexpected choice.
‘Why do you choose that guy?’
Of the three he is the least incompetent cunning and close to a fool.
In Baek Sa-ha’s view Jang Neung-ak was not the most competent person.
Baek Sa-ha sighed and asked.
“Whew… Are you really okay with Confucius Jang Neung-ak?”
Since he was given a choice it was difficult for him to object and he wanted to know the reason.
There was no way this clever guy would make such a decision without thinking.
Or maybe…
Baek Sa-ha’s gaze turned to Woo Ho-rang who was unconscious on one side.
He also knew about Woohorang the great disciple of Myeongdo King Son Yun and the great lord of Geogeoldan.
He’s like Wi So-yeon’s right hand man right?
Looking at the traces around him it seems like he had a rivalry with that kid before Grand Duke Na Yulyang.
‘Could it have anything to do with that?’
If that was the case he could have intervened to some extent.
I don’t know if there is a dispute over the succession of Hoiju but there is room for some degree of involvement in the fight between young people.
however
“Prince Jang Neungak’s henchmen were very loyal to their lord regardless of who he was. On the other hand Lady Wi So-yeon’s henchmen regardless of what kind of person the lord is seem to view him not as a lord but as a woman to be adored.”
“what? A woman I should fall in love with?”
“yes.”
“Huh….”
Hearing Mo Qingyun’s words a sigh of disappointment flowed from Baek Sahe’s mouth.
If the cause was a quarrel he tried to mediate.
However if Mo Qingyun’s words are true Wei Xiaoyeon has no luck with talented people under her regardless of her personality.
Of course if they help the situation will be much better.
However fundamentally if the person who will become the leader is not talented enough to lead those under him supporting him will not end up being a problem.
‘…Is that child’s appearance the cause of the problem?’
Wei So-yeon was truly a peerless beauty.
Any man would have no choice but to fall in love with her gorgeous beauty.
Baek Saha didn’t think this would be such a big problem.
This was because she believed that she could lead her subordinates with her strong leadership skills.
However as her Mok Gyeong-un said if her henchmen around her regarded her as the object of her greed rather than her master it seemed like she would have to think differently.
‘If you can’t lead your subordinates….’
It could not be said that Mok Gyeong-un’s judgment was wrong.
It can be said that he is somewhat inferior in character and talent compared to Wi So-yeon but when it comes to the position of head of an organization the second child Jang Neung-ak seems to be better.
Baek Saha nodded her head as if she understood.
“good night. “If I tell you to do as you wish go to Confucius Jang Neungak and tell him what you want.”
“All right. “What about Master?”
“Master Lee will quickly clean up this place meet with the head of the Amjong and inform him of this matter and then discuss an alliance between the Amjong and the Baek Family.”
“ah….”
I already needed someone to sort out the situation.
Mok Gyeong-un who thought it was a good thing gave a bow to Baek Sa-ha the King of Seomdok as a sign of gratitude.
“thank you.”
“What are you thankful for? “Your work is Master Lee’s work.”
“….”
“What are you doing? Hurry up. “We must quickly build up our forces before the Archduke wakes up.”
“All right. “Then please ask.”
With these words Mok Kyung-un turned and walked towards someone who was lying down.
Baek Sa-ha frowned and asked.
“What are you trying to do? Didn’t Master Lee say he was going to clean up this place?”
“iced coffee. “I think I should take this friend with me.”
The person Mok Gyeong-un pointed to was none other than Wu Tiger the great master of the Geogwoldan a confidant of his third disciple Wi So-yeon.
Baek Sa-ha asked if he did not understand these words.
“Why are you taking the guy who said he was going to see Prince Jang Neungak? “He says he supports it but is he planning on giving it to me as a gift?”
“no. “No I want to stop by Lady Wi So-yeon first.”
“what?”
What does this mean again?
If you said you wouldn’t choose Soyeon above her why are you telling her so simply?
As he looked puzzled Mok Gyeong-un approached him and quietly whispered something in his ear.
Upon hearing this Baek Saha frowned and asked.
“no. “Is that possible?”
“You’ll find out when you try.”
“…I don’t know if I’m provoking Lady Wi So-yeon for no reason.”
Baek Sa-ha could not help but feel concerned.
Hana Mok Gyeong-un as if he didn’t mind this at all carried the unconscious Woohorang over his shoulder and said
“You’ll understand if you try. If so please clean up this place. Ah… The fallen friend over there is Seok-joong the bodyguard assigned to me by the Lord of Amjong. “You can take me with you when you go to carcinoma.”
After completing his request Mok Gyeong-un picked up Woohorang and left.
Looking at him like this Baek Sa-ha clicked his tongue.
I don’t know if it will go as he wants.
Anyway would Wei So-yeon who wants to be the loser of the Heaven and Earth Association be willing to accept that?
On the contrary I was concerned that it might increase the number of enemies.
‘Hmm.’
Baek Sa-ha who was looking in the direction Mo Gyeong-un had gone clicked his tongue and then approached the unconscious Prince Na Yu-ryang.
I don’t know how it got to this point but a war of death and death with this guy has begun.
However if the war had just started I had no intention of losing it.
‘Be prepared because you messed with Nobu and Baekga.’
Baek Sa-ha who warned in her mind cautiously glanced around.
There was nothing caught in the feeling.
Baeksaha looked around like that.
“Hmm.”
He slowly raised the sole of his foot onto the right ankle of the unconscious Grand Duke Na Yu-ryang raised his energy and stepped on it gently.
-Wood clack!
The sound of his ankle breaking was heard.
His right wrist was broken anyway and his right eyeball was taken away by the neck lift so wouldn’t it be strange if his right ankle was additionally broken?
“Cluck click click.”
* * *
Manor where Hui Zhou’s third disciple Wei Shao-yeon lived.
A man with a face covered in bruises was coming in.
He was Ye Wi-seon the youngest disciple of King Sun Yun of Mingdo.
“oh! Brother Yeop!”
As he entered the temple a young man who had been practicing in the manor’s yard placing a large stone on a thick heavy sword and maintaining balance greeted him warmly.
His name is Yang Il.
He was the fire chief of Chohae Geombang and one of Soyeon’s confidants.
“Brother Yang.”
Ye Weishen gave him a handshake with a somewhat flushed face.
He was a man who was betrayed to his core.
He went to the city’s Hyeolgok Bogo got into a fight with a cadet and even had an accident so he was locked in a dark room and had to undergo closed training for several days.
I thought I would be locked up for several months.
But for some reason his master Myeongdo King Son Yun released him about half an hour before the start of the class.
[If one more accident occurs the museum will be closed for a year. Do you understand?]
Of course he gave a harsh warning.
In response Yeop Wiseon shed tears and asked for forgiveness.
It’s a shame no one saw it. Thinking about it now makes me grind my teeth.
If it weren’t for that guy named Mok Gyeong-un he wouldn’t have gone through all this trouble and never escaped the attention of the young lady.
‘Son of a bitch.’
Someday I will avenge this enemy.
Even so he had heard that the guy had become a disciple of the Amjong master.
That’s a good thing.
If he had become a disciple of King Byeokryeok or his master King Son Yun of Myeongdo it would be difficult for him to take revenge but since he became a disciple of an official in a position below the Five Kings the opportunity would arise at any time.
Anyway this wasn’t important right now.
I was already on my way after receiving orders from Master.
“Brother Yang. Where is our ambassador? “Are you with the lady?”
“Wooho and Great Lord received orders from the young lady and went to pick up someone.”
“…you went to pick someone up? “Where did he go?”
“why? “What’s going on?”
“It’s because Master was looking for me.”
“iced coffee. “Did the old King of Myeongdo call you?”
“exactly.”
“Great Lord Woohorang is waiting for a man named Mokgyeongun near the Manor of Baekga the King of Seomdok.”
‘!?’
Hearing those words Ye Weishen tilted his head.
What does this mean again?
Why are you waiting for Mu Qingyun near the Baek family manor?
“…Why?”
“What do you mean why? “To recruit that person.”
“What?”
Ye Weishen expressed disgust at those words.
I was already trying to tell the lady that she shouldn’t recruit Mok Gyeong-un even more after finding out that he was a hostage to the political faction but what kind of ridiculous news is this?
I guess it won’t work.
If this is true tell the lady right away…
-Kkeeeeeek!
At that time the entrance to the manor opened and someone came inside.
At that moment Ye Weishen’s expression became horribly distorted.
As expected the person who came inside was none other than that damn bastard.
“Mokgyeongun!”
But
“Hoo. It’s been a while. That’s good. “This is your ambassador brother right?”
“what?”
-Park!
Mok Gyeong-un lifted someone slung over his shoulder with one hand like a businessman.
When Ye Wishen and Yang Il saw him their eyes widened at the same time.
‘Anit?’
‘Great ambassador?’
The person lifted up in the hands of Mok Gyeong-un was none other than Woo Ho-rang the great disciple of Myeongdo King Son Yun and a member of the Five Tigers who are said to be the best later exponents of the Cheonjihoe.
The two people were shocked to see him unconscious and covered in blood as if he had been seriously injured and was known to be unmatchable except for executives.
< Episode 47 Selection (2) > end
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