< Episode 88: Sacheondanga Road (1) >
Daejeon is full of darkness.
Inside three people wearing cotton robes with an unusual atmosphere entered.
The three people who entered like that naturally moved forward and knelt down on one knee toward the podium where not even a shadow was visible and began to do calligraphy.
As they knelt a voice came from the podium.
“Isn’t it just the Emperor and the Demon Sword that didn’t come?”
In response to that question the slim figure on the far right opened his mouth.
“I understand that Paje is in charge of an important mission given by Mokgan. The ghost sword’s whereabouts have been unknown since he gave that order. “Maybe the ball…”
-Sigh!
Before he could finish speaking the person next to him held out his hand and stopped him from speaking.
At this the slim figure of Myeonsain could not hide his curiosity.
Then the one in the middle spoke.
“Spring and Autumn (春秋). “You should take your mind off the ghost sword’s business.”
To his words which were almost like commands the slim figure of Myeonjin responded as if he felt uncomfortable.
“…The ghost sword has been missing for over half a year. “I was just trying to ask the Duke because the same kind has disappeared but are you really that dissatisfied with that Kang-Yeom?”
“Have you forgotten that Mokgan told you not to get involved with the ghost sword and him?”
“But the situation is different this time. The ghost sword has been gone for over half a year. The last place he was seen was Sacheondang…”
“stop.”
At that time a dignified voice rang out from the podium.
The two people who had been growling and looking at each other hastily lowered their heads.
As soon as they fell silent a voice came from the podium.
“Say it in a harsh way. Lee Gwang died.”
“yes?”
“What about Lee Kwang?”
At those words all three people could not help but raise their heads in surprise.
Among them a man named Kang Yeom spoke in puzzlement.
“Didn’t Mokgan give Lee Gwang an object made from the scales of the Gyo Demon King? Even quite advanced experts would have used that…”
“I felt him the moment Lee Gwang died.”
‘!!!!!’
At those words all three people raised their heads at the same time.
Among them the person on the far left who had been silent opened his mouth.
“…That can’t be possible.”
“What makes that impossible?”
“Apparently the bastard said he had completely lost his powers. Even if he survived by luck he would only be able to maintain his form so how could he…”
“Does that mean I felt wrong?”
“….”
Myeonsain immediately closed his mouth.
To deny it it was as if I had taken root all the time barely moving here focusing only on feeling its energy.
When everyone was sure of its complete extinction only Mokgan denied it.
If this kind of wood felt it is certain.
‘Is this why everyone was summoned?’
If he was truly resurrected the time had come for all of the organization’s power to move.
* * *
Two people came out first out of Daejeon which was filled with darkness.
-Park!
Among them someone with a slim figure took off his teeth as if he felt uncomfortable.
Then her face was revealed and she was a beautiful woman with a mysterious aura mixed with white and black hair.
The woman revealed her face with an irritated look on her face as she glared at the man in the cotton shirt who was much larger than her.
“There is definitely something in Sacheondangga. But why are they telling me not to touch that place? Could it be that they are just afraid of poisonous people or something?”
In response to this woman’s question Myeonsa (no Kang Yeom) muttered as if he was tired of it.
“It’s quite remarkable.”
“It’s not that big of a deal. The ghost sword’s whereabouts were unknown for the last time there and Mokgan knows that the old man of the Seonghwareungju clearly has some connection to the Four Heavenly Dang Family but even the reason why he is telling us not to touch that place….”
“hey. spring and autumn.”
“what?”
“I’ve been locked up for so long that you might not know it but there’s a reason why you’re not allowed to touch it.”
“So what is the reason?”
The cotton man shook his head at her annoyed attitude and then she spoke in a whisper.
“There is a hidden power that protects the party family.”
“Hidden power? “What is that?”
“I don’t know exactly either. “I just know that that power has been around for quite some time and is very dangerous.”
“under? “Well you’re just a human…”
“Do it in moderation. Even the demon king who regained his strength was beaten by a mere human. “No to say that he is nothing more than a mere monster is like a monster that even the six demons cannot easily attack.”
Chunchu frowned at his words.
Speaking of the Six Demons aren’t they the kings of spirit beasts who are infinitely close to divine beasts?
They are transcendent beings that even they cannot control.
If you are a human who cannot be touched by such beings…
“…Are you sure you’re talking about the guy who crossed the border wall?”
“okay. “If he had been there Mokgan wouldn’t have been able to draw the picture he wanted on the day of the catastrophe.”
“Do you think there could be another such exceptional case?”
“I don’t know. That’s why Mokgan wants to make sure of this. If you want to fulfill his will don’t talk nonsense and follow his orders.”
“….joy.”
Chunchu snorted softly.
Then without hiding her dissatisfaction she disappeared.
Kang Yeom who sensed her remaining thoughts showed his eyes full of concern.
Although not as good as her ghost sword she was particularly emotional and uncontrollable among first-tier executives.
So she became worried that she would ignore her own warning and move on.
“Whoa.”
He let out a long sigh and then took a step forward.
In order to carry out the new command of the wooden tablet.
* * *
Cheonjihoe Naeseong main building Gugung closed room.
-Kkeeeeeek!
The door to the closed room slowly opened revealing someone.
Although his clothes were in tatters he was a handsome man with thick lines and strong muscles all over his body.
What was unusual was that he was wearing a leather eyepatch over his right eye. As soon as he opened the door and came out someone shouted in a bright voice as if they had been waiting for him.
“The Archduke!”
The person who called him was a man of short stature who appeared to be in his early thirties.
As soon as he saw the man with a voice that seemed to have gone through a period of transformation the handsome man opened his mouth.
“Moyak.”
The identity of the handsome man was none other than Na Yu-ryang the great disciple of the head of Cheonjihoe.
Mo Yak who remembered what it was like before entering the closed building with serious injuries spoke as if he was deeply moved.
“You are truly amazing. “It’s not better…”
I feel like I have more energy than before.
Did he achieve a high level of enlightenment even though he had not been away for very long?
I’m curious about this and want to ask.
-Sigh!
Na Yu-ryang looked next to him and spoke first.
“Who is he?”
His identity could not be determined because his face was covered by his cotton thread.
But what’s more annoying is
“you. “He’s not an ordinary guy.”
-Sureuk!
Na Yulyang’s divine form disappeared as if scattered and then appeared behind an unknown person whose face was covered with a cotton thread.
I Yulyang extended my hand towards the right side of his head.
At that moment the presence of the cotton man moved his head to the side and easily avoided it.
-widely!
He grabbed Na Yulyang’s wrist.
At this Na Yulyang’s right eyebrow rose.
Although he said that he did not use his best power he thought that it would be difficult to detect his presence due to his ultra-fast movement using the German Gyeongshin Law Myeonghyeon Suwolbo (明顯 水越步).
However not only did he know his exact location he also caught this trick.
‘Look at this guy?’
-Purrrrr!
The hand holding Na Yulyang’s wrist was trembling.
With that a crack appeared on the floor where the two people were standing.
– Quad deuk!
Mo Yak who realized that a battle of attack power had begun hurriedly shouted.
“Grand Duke. Stop! He is the one who came to help the Grand Duke.”
“what?”
At his words Na Yulyang immediately lowered the power he had been raising.
The existence of myeonsa also benefited from this.
As each party gathered their efforts the presence of the Myeonsa bowed to Na Yulyang with a full bow.
“It’s amazing. “I have heard of the great reputation of the Great Duke but I don’t think the work ability of the person who completed the closing is any less than that of the Palseong people who can now be considered the best of the martial arts world.”
Nayuliang spoke with an expressionless face in response to his polite attitude.
“Who are you?”
“This is a messenger sent from the Presbyterian Hall to which I belong.”
“Presbyterian War?”
Na Yulyang could not hide his surprise at those words.
Presbyterian Hall could be said to be a hidden power because retired executives of the Cheonjihoe reside there.
However he never expected that among the old men there would be a super expert with this level of ability.
Na Yu-ryang who was staring at the man from the village who said he was from the Presbyterian Temple opened his mouth.
“If you do take off your cotton thread.”
At his command the man in the cotton cloth bowed his head and said.
“I’m sorry but Sokha’s face is so ugly from the burns that I’m embarrassed to show her.”
“It doesn’t matter. “Show me.”
“If that’s the case I can’t help it.”
In response the cotton thread man carefully raised the cotton thread he was using.
Then a miserable face full of burn marks appeared.
Na Yulyang’s only eye narrowed when she saw this.
I didn’t particularly think about the hideous burn scars but I don’t know if it was because of the burns but both eyes were missing.
‘I don’t have eyes but you captured my days with just my presence?’
A strange look appeared in Na Yulyang’s eyes.
He was confident that no one could be his opponent except those who had achieved great enlightenment at his closing and had now reached the state of a great master called the Six Heavenly Masters of the Heaven and Earth Society who were his masters.
However as he was caught by the strange feeling that he would not be able to easily defeat Lee a strong desire to compete against him arose again.
“you….”
-Sigh!
At that time before I Yulyang could say anything the burned man stretched out his hand.
Then something that looked like a wooden box floated up in the air from a little distance away and she came into his hands.
Looking at this Nayuliang looked puzzled and asked.
“what?”
The size of the wooden box was quite small.
However red text was written all over the outside of the wooden box.
It looked like a magic or witchcraft spell.
In response a man with a face covered in burns showed his yellow teeth and spoke.
“I heard you hurt your eye.”
As soon as those words were finished Na Yulyang’s left eye became harsh.
He said that at most three people knew that he had injured his eye and none of them would tell him about it.
No the only person worth talking about was the one who killed him by cutting his head off.
But how did the man in the elder room know that there was something wrong with his eyes?
That said
“Grand Duke stop being cautious. Now if you want to unite the association in earnest you will have a lot of work to do so do you really need to waste your energy on something like this?”
“It’s not up to you to decide whether to relax or not. “I can’t wait for someone to try to get over my head just because it’s a presbyterian exhibition.”
– Sweet!
Hearing his words the burnt man silently opened the lid of the wooden box.
-Shhhh!
-Shudder!
At that moment Mo Yak who was snooping around to see what was inside was unknowingly forced to retreat due to something creepy.
When Moyak opened his mouth his breath flowed out with cold energy.
Before I knew it the surroundings were filled with frost.
‘What is this?’
While I was puzzled Na Yulyang approached the wooden box that the man in the picture was opening.
As soon as I opened the wooden box a strange and creepy energy was revealed inside along with a cold chill.
The identity of that strange energy is none other than
‘eye?’
It was an eyeball.
The moment I saw these eyes which were yellow almost golden and had pupils whose focus was as small as a dot I felt the ferocity of a ferocious beast.
Anyone could tell that these were not human eyes.
The burnt man raised the corners of his mouth and said to Grand Duke Na Yu-ryang who could not take his eyes off the only one here.
“This will be the Archduke’s new eyes.”
* * *
Near a steep cliff not far from Chaoyang in the north of Hubei Province.
There numerous swordsmen were lying bleeding and the flag of a renowned martial arts group was broken and planted.
[南宮]
Namgung.
It was the flag of the Namgung family.
A middle-aged man standing between them holding a cracked sword like a cane looked at someone with disbelief.
‘What on earth is that monster?’
At the highest level the emperor’s sword-type temples were destroyed with only a simple schematic.
No it wasn’t just a simple schematic.
This was because the diagram was unfolded in a way that could not have been unfolded with ordinary muscles and joints.
‘How is that possible?’
I couldn’t understand it at all.
He was so shocked that he couldn’t stand it anymore and vomited out his blood.
“Kwaek.”
-thud!
A middle-aged man knelt on one knee on the floor coughing up a handful of his blood.
In front of him someone in the shadows stepped behind him and approached him with an arrogant look on his face.
The middle-aged man felt humiliated by that sight and gritted his teeth.
As a member of the Eight Stars who prides himself on being the strongest in the world except for the Six Heavens how could he be defeated by such an unknown young man?
His identity was none other than Nam Gung-jin a Changcheon martial arts expert with the title of Eight Saints.
“Cluck cluck…..”
The man behind him who was vomiting blood approached him and opened his mouth.
“The title ‘Emperor’ is not something that is given carelessly to something like a sword.”
“Haa…haa….”
“Only the sword can be called a god not a king.”
“More than 50000… to Gwang-oh… it’s incredible.”
“Whether it is Gwang-oh or arrogance everything comes from skill alone. “The swordsman of the Namgung family.”
“Cluck cluck.”
I was angry but I had nothing to say because I was defeated.
The man behind him asked the humiliated man.
“Have you really never heard of it?”
Namgoong Jin answered this question by lifting her head with difficulty.
“Haa…haa… I’ve never even heard of a nickname or even a name like that.”
“Are you sure?”
“Didn’t you say there wasn’t one? Cluck cluck… I’ve been wandering around the martial arts world for fifty years but I’m a Cheonma…”
-Wow!
That was before the words were even finished.
Blood spurted out from his neck Namgung Jin’s neck cracked and his head fell forward and rolled around.
-widely!
The man lightly stepped on his head and muttered.
“Is it not yet?”
-Kwasik!
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