< Episode 54 Peak (3) >
Before half-time.
Master Hwan Ya-seon stood in front of the entrance to Hoejujeon’s sleeping quarters with a somewhat nervous look in his eyes.
‘How long has it been like this?’
It was Hoeju who had not seen his face for quite some time since his illness worsened.
He had not been able to see the Hoeju to the extent that he gave orders through the Vice Hoeju to even himself the head of the cancer branch in charge of confidentiality.
But he called suddenly and completely unexpectedly.
That’s why I couldn’t help but wonder.
There was one thing I could guess.
‘…Could it be that the Vice President found out about it?’
If that’s the case it’s going to be quite difficult.
How much care had been taken to prevent that information from reaching the owner?
He hoped that nothing would worry him.
-Kkiik!
At that time the door to the shelter opened.
The person who opened the door was none other than Vice President Mong Seocheon.
-widely!
The leader of the female clan controlled his facial expression and put his hands together with a smile on his face as he made a bowing gesture.
“Oh ho ho. “I send greetings to the vice-president.”
Vice President Mong Seocheon did not show any particular reaction to his greeting.
Rather he looked at Amjongju with a strange expression.
Then
“How come you didn’t bring your disciple?”
“My disciple is out of town for a while on an errand so I’ll send a subordinate to get him…”
“If you do please come in.”
Before he could finish speaking Vice President Mong Seocheon turned his body and made a hand gesture.
Seeing that he looked much colder than usual the eyes of Hwan Ya-seon the leader of the cancer clan narrowed.
I thought that this concern might become a reality.
‘It’s difficult.’
He could not use his hands because he had not yet secured the exact location and perfect escape route.
If Hoe-ju finds out in the meantime things go awry.
If that happens…
‘….’
Hwan Ya-seon gritted her teeth slightly.
Then he covered his mouth with a smile and entered the room again.
I had been to the Lord’s residence several times before with a few lights on but today the entire room felt heavy and cold.
The air in the sick person’s living quarters could not have been colder and this was probably due to increased tension.
-Jump jump jump!
My steps are heavy.
Although I kept a smiling face I felt nauseous.
The opponent was the leader of the Heaven and Earth Association a member of the Six Heavens which is said to be the pinnacle of the current martial arts world.
Facing him was bound to be uncomfortable no matter how he was.
A large bed attached to the wall of a spacious living room.
On such a bed the feet made of thin cloth were hanging down and the inside was vaguely visible.
-Sigh!
Vice President stood in front with his hands together and said.
“The master of cancer has arrived.”
“Cluck cluck.”
A coughing sound was heard from inside.
At this Amjong Ju Hwanyaseon who was standing behind Buhoeju hurriedly put his hands together and bowed his head.
“I know how to eat raw fish.”
Hwanya Seon’s eyes narrowed even further as he lowered his head.
Even so I was curious to see how much the details of Hoeju had improved.
However when I heard the scratching sound mixed with the coughing sound it felt like the condition was still the same.
‘That’s strange.’
Why does a master of the level of Hoeju have an illness that lasts this long?
‘Are you sure he suffered internal injuries that cannot be restored?’
There were only a few people in the society who knew about this.
The reason why only such a small number of people knew about it was because Hoeju’s internal injuries were more severe than expected and he was unable to gain the upper hand in the confrontation with him.
But even so it was too long.
If you were an expert with internal skills as deep as Hoeju you would have been able to treat internal injuries on your own at this point.
It was a moment of puzzlement.
“Amjongju.”
It was Hoeju’s voice that I hadn’t heard in a long time.
“Say yes.”
“Do you have anything to say to me?”
“….”
At that moment the expression of Hwan Ya-seon the leader of the Amjong clan hardened.
I thought there must have been a story in the dictionary about the reason for calling something but I didn’t expect it to hit me like this.
However Hwan Ya-seon did not easily expose her emotions in these matters.
“Ahh. “I’m feeling pretty good….”
“Imperial palace.”
It was before I even finished speaking.
Hwan Ya-seon was choking on just one word.
What I was worried about happened.
They disrupted the information so much that the Vice President did not notice but it seems they were unable to stop it.
‘It was too much.’
If it weren’t for the imperial palace he would have been able to take more time.
However it seems like the opportunity was missed.
I was quickly thinking about what to do about this.
The voice of Vice President Mong Seocheon who was in front was heard.
“Do you really think that Amjong the information department of this conference doesn’t know what you found out?”
“….”
this.
There was no room for avoidance.
Already figured it out.
Testing myself in this way was itself a kind of test.
Hoeju was that kind of person.
If this were to happen there was only one way.
Cancer Zhou Huan Yashen raised his head and said with a grin.
“Oh ho ho. Could that be possible? He also received information that he was detained in the imperial palace.”
As soon as he finished speaking the vice president turned his head and glared at him fiercely.
“But why didn’t you report it?”
“This is really causing trouble.”
“difficulty?”
“The vice president is talking as if I hid it on purpose.”
Hwan Ya-sun said in a tone that he felt bad about being suspected.
Then the Vice President snorted and said.
“Then why did you not report the fact that he was detained in the royal palace’s gold prison?”
‘Ahhhh.’
It comes out like this.
Seeing as he was being cornered as if interrogating me did he call me because of suspicion?
There was nothing left to do.
Hwan Ya-seon spoke without losing her composure.
“Are you sure that’s true?”
“What?”
The vice president frowned.
“What would you do if it was information deliberately released by the imperial palace to attract the remnants of Baehwagyo?”
“….”
The words of Hwan Ya-seon head of Amjong left Bu Hoe-ju speechless for a moment.
This was no less than an adventure for Hwan Ya-seon.
From his perspective as a true remnant of Baehwagyo it would have been better not to talk about Baehwagyo as much as possible but there was nothing he could do now.
Otherwise it was obvious that the Vice President would push himself even further.
fortunately
‘I’m still not sure about the information.’
It seemed that the vice president had not received certain information.
He seems to have only been informed that He like himself was being held in a gold cell in the imperial palace.
If so I think he could push it a little further.
“As the head of the intelligence department he must also be held accountable if he posts information that is unclear. Of course we carefully check the authenticity….”
“There is no need for authenticity.”
The person who cut off the horse was none other than Hoeju.
At this Hwan Ya-seon hurriedly lowered his head and said as if he was sorry.
“Haona Hoeju….”
“Cluck cluck. “There isn’t much time anymore.”
“yes?”
What on earth do you mean?
You don’t have much time anymore?
It was right then.
“Look at the main seat.”
-Wow!
His thin feet lifted and Hoeju appeared from the bed.
Hwan Ya-sun’s eyes widened when he unconsciously raised his head and saw Hoe-ju.
‘…What is this?’
* * *
After another half-hour examination
A secret training hall within the main building.
“If you’re slower than a pig is that a bug?”
‘this guy!’
The surprise was short-lived and Meng Wuyak’s eyes became harsh at Mo Qingyun’s taunts insulting him.
However unlike the one who started the fight Meng Muyak had a very cool-headed personality.
Perhaps that’s why I analyzed tree cultivation in a short period of time.
‘The energy I felt was only at the peak level. However this movement and the force pressing the tip of the sword are even greater than that.’
That means you have saved your energy.
Upon realizing this Mong Wuyak stuck out his tongue inwardly.
From what I heard he came out as the top performer at the gate of Sihyeolgok but he was only 17 years old and considering the level of late Sihyeolgok scores so far I expected him to be at the peak of maturity.
However if you can deceive your own feelings
‘I guess I’ll have to take more than that into consideration.’
-Papak!
Mong Wuyak who judged that Mok Gyeong-un may have had a higher level of martial arts than expected soon took a step back and shifted his center of gravity.
Then naturally Mok Gyeong-un’s body which was pressing the tip of the sword also tilted forward.
at that moment
-Park!
Meng Wuyak quickly threw a kick towards Mu Qingyun’s tilted neck.
If you’re a guy with narrow vision you’ll get hit by this but if it’s more than that you’ll have no choice but to take your hand off the sword to avoid the kick and prevent it from tilting.
however
-closely!
That expectation was out of line.
Mok Gyeong-un who was pressing the end of the sword with his palm grabbed it and
-grasp!
He grabbed it and swung it away.
thanks to that
‘Tsk.’
Mong Wuyak’s body which was throwing a kick while holding the sword stumbled to the side and was forced to twist.
But it didn’t end here.
Mong Wuyak raised his attack power to fight against this.
-Waaaah!
‘this!’
Nevertheless Meng Wuyak’s body swung more strongly and soon
-Paaaaaaaaaaa!
He lost his grip on the sword soldier and flew away nearly eight paces.
Although I was embarrassed I calmly turned the new model in the air and corrected my posture.
-Chrrrrrrrr!
Unable to relieve the force of Mok Kyung-un he was pushed off the ground nearly seven paces.
Nie Chun the third guard of the main building who was looking at this with wide eyes clapped his hands and cheered.
-Clap clap!
“Hahahaha! good! very good!”
Deep down he thought that if Sadal happened Mok Gyeong-un would naturally suffer damage.
It was inevitable that Mong Mu-yak was the son of Vice Lord Mong Seo-cheon and the grandson of Mong Woo-jong King of Haegeom who retired and entered the order of elders.
He was known to have been taught by one of the top five masters of the retired generation and of his time and to have a natural swordsmanship so he was excited to see him lose to Shinjin who was not even a member of the Five Tigers and had not yet completed his military service.
-Wow!
Of course Nie Chun’s cheers were enough to stimulate Meng Wuyak’s pride.
He was clearly the one who started the fight first but he had his own reasons.
This was because it was thought that Mokgyeongun had desecrated the sword.
If he was a disciple of the Master of the Amjong he would obviously be a swordsman and not a swordsman but I really didn’t like the idea of carrying around that great sword made by a master named Gu Yaja as an ornamental object.
So it was called a pearl necklace on a pig’s neck.
But it turned out to be funny.
He tried to teach me a lesson as an inspector but instead he ended up humiliating himself.
Meng Wuyue glared at Mu Qingyun.
If we step back like this this disgrace will really become entrenched.
hereto.
-Sigh!
Meng Wuyak who was clutching the test paper aroused anticipation.
“Okay. Let’s compete properly…”
“Before that take this back.”
‘!?’
At that moment Mok Gyeong-un threw something like a javelin.
It was none other than the sword taken from Meng Wuyak.
-Paaaang! Sigh!
The sword flew in front of him in an instant.
What kind of air power does this guy have that made the sword fly right in front of him in the blink of an eye?
Just by looking at the speed one could guess its power.
But
-Park!
The flying sword suddenly stopped in midair.
-floating!
Nie Chun could not hide his surprise as he saw the sword coming to a precarious halt right in front of him.
‘no. ‘Can you block that with Jinki?’
The sword’s power seemed to be unusual and I thought I would have to avoid it but I didn’t expect that I could block it with just my strength.
It seemed like Dream Muyak’s level of internal strength had become much stronger than before.
At this Nie Chun cried out to Meng Wuyak with exclamation.
“Hot! Dreamy! “Have you eaten hundreds of years of old wastewater?”
however
“…It’s not me.”
Meng Wuyak said with a puzzled expression.
Nie Chun tilted his head.
What are you talking about?
Are you saying it’s not you?
“What are you talking about?”
“It’s not me who stopped the sword just now!”
“what?”
At this Nie Chun looked at Mo Gyeong-un in disbelief.
‘huh?’
However Mo Qingyun was looking at Mengwu Ruo’s sword floating in the air with a serious face that had lost all smiles.
Not that guy either?
How on earth is this happening?
It was a moment when I was confused and didn’t understand the meaning.
-Sreung!
‘Huh? ‘A sword?’
At that time the sword which was floating in the air spontaneously came out of Mengwu Ruo’s scabbard and rushed towards Mo Qingyun cutting through the air at an incredible speed.
-Chaaaa!
Mok Kyung-un’s eyes became sharp as he looked at this.
This energy in the flying sword was something I had never experienced before.
Jinki was moving his sword like a living breathing peerless swordsman.
What kind of harmony is this?
As I was doing this the cry of a startled young man reached my ears.
-It’s sword fighting!
< Episode 54: Peak (3) > end
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