Chapter 10 Making a Splash

A cave on Mount Samsun where the Ascended Sword Dragon Fahon, the loser of the Zhongyuan Lands, took refuge thirty years ago.
Deep inside.
Trapped in the trap-like underground chamber, the swordsman sank to the floor in a daze.
“Whoa.”
For days on end, he fired sword qi over and over again to break the sixty-foot-high ceiling.
But you’ve just drained your energy without accomplishing anything.
The sigh of frustration was understandable.
“How long has this been going on?
I felt like I was blind in both eyes because it was dark and I couldn’t tell if it was day or night outside.
Hunger has sapped the strength from your entire body, and it’s hard to move anymore.
Escape seemed unlikely.
But don’t let that discourage you.
Because you have something you must fulfill.
The half a hundred years you’ve endured are not worth losing heart.
“The sky may fall, but there’s always a way out, and I’ll find a way out of this place!
The moment the mindful swordsman absentmindedly moved his hand from the floor.
Poof.
Something sharp caught on your fingertip.
“Huh?
Doubtful, he gingerly touched it.
It was hard to see it in the dark, but it was only through touch that I realized what it was.
“Mushrooms!
Immediately afterward, I reached my hand to the side and found a few more mushrooms of similar size.
We finally have something to eat.
If I had known this would happen, I would have looked around more closely.
‘Thank goodness, they don’t just kill you! Come on, place is place, so maybe it’s some kind of elixir…….’
It’s an unusual cave, with secret mechanisms, so it’s only natural that I would think so.
The most famous of the cave-dwelling reishi mushrooms was the earth spirit fungus.
This is because it is more common than other rare species.
“Is it a gonococcus?
However, we can’t ignore the possibility that it’s a poisonous mushroom, similar to the giardia.
It’s hard to tell from the way it looks right away.
Swallowing hard, he bent his head to smell the incense.
Boom, boom.
His stomach rumbled at the appetizing smell.
I was torn.
To eat? To eat or not to eat?
Extreme hunger made it hard to think clearly.
‘No way! Let’s satisfy our hunger first!
Appetite eventually overpowered reason.
If I think the toxicity is spreading after I eat it, I’ll try to use a vibrator to get it out of my body.
Although it’s not as easy as it sounds.
Tuduk-.
The swordsman immediately plucked off a mushroom, popped it into his mouth, chewed it filthily, and swallowed it whole.
And so some time passes.
“Hmm, was it just a fluke?
Somewhat relieved that there were no signs, he picked a few more mushrooms and ate them.
After a while.
As soon as the market calmed down a bit, the qi in his body pulsated, creating a sort of energetic aura.
“Ho-ho, look at this!
A moment of anticipation, then a sudden, ugly twist to his face.
Shake!
He collapsed to the floor, curled into a ball, his stomach heaving and convulsing.
Suddenly, an excruciating abdominal pain hits you.
“Off…… shit…… it was a poisonous mushroom……!
The swordsman soon gritted his teeth and turned to operate the inner ball.
By the way.
“Kick!
The Qi that had been circulating through his veins was suddenly cut off, and at the same time, his abdominal pain intensified.
“ Khuuuugh ! Oh , oh my ! Me “ I’m dying !”
A song that plays on its own.
Suddenly, a face flashed through my mind.
The mysterious young man who imprisoned him here is none other than Chul Ryu-Heon.
‘I don’t know who you are, but I’m going to…… you!
Driven by evil, the swordsman vowed revenge, only to be broken.
The space quieted down on the shovel.
Then.
A faint glow pierced the darkness, swarming.
A white, misty stream of air shot out from the swordsman’s body.
Then a very faint sound broke the heavy silence.
Toxic, toxic, toxic……
It sounded like a series of bubbles popping, and it wouldn’t stop for a long time.
* * *
Under an ashen sky that cried out.
Shoot- shoot- shoot- shoot- shoot- shoot
The angelic horde pushed on through the rain, each one overwriting the next.
Chabak, chabak, chabak, chabak, chabak……
About half a kilometer down the muddy forest road.
Gulmahun, the white-headed swordsman at the head of the line, suddenly halted Xinxing and raised his left hand.
The two hundred or so people, including the Venomous Sword Master, froze in place.
Suddenly, Gulmahun’s eyes glowed with a chilling light.
‘Finally…….’
Gaze down the hillside.
In the distance, about three hundred yards away, you can see a cluster of tile-roofed houses.
Yes.
The destination was the White House checkpoint.
For a political faction with over a hundred years of history and tradition, the grounds were far more expansive than most manor houses.
It’s a low-hanging fruit.
Now that the old center, Sa Gong-woon, had passed away, the power itself was like a rumor.
There are only four members of the executive, and the only swordsman who could pose a threat was the swordmaster, Baekseom Swordmaster Cooperation.
The elderly Baeksan Gumjun, another pillar of the munjung, was incapacitated by an illness, and the minor nobleman Chul Ryu-hyeon, who was growing up steadily, became an immortal plant man.
Removing just one of the cabinet members would put the White House beyond recovery.
Gulmahun rolled his eyes and scanned the entire area.
Surrounded by dense forests, the White Cliffs Gate sits on a flat area between mountains.
With the exception of the southern gate, which leads straight into the neighboring village, the three sides are connected by a forest passage and are usually deserted, but today was especially so due to the inclement weather.
Where the group of angelic beings currently stood was a cliff on the northern line of the White Gate.
It’s pouring with rain.
No one comes or goes.
Even overwhelming power differences.
What better time to sneak up on them?
Suddenly, Geumjajum smirked and said.
“Ark, my blood is already boiling hot, and I can’t wait to show you what I’ve been practicing.”
Then Gulmahun opened his mouth with a meaningful expression.
“Is it the feet of Ho Seung-Sim?”
Geum made no bones about his intentions.
“We want to repay the debt we owe to our past collaborators.”
The two martial artists had faced each other once before as young men, when they were both powerhouses, and Geum Jiajie had suffered a narrow defeat.
What I just said is that I want to make up for it.
“Allow.”
“Thank you, Ark. I won’t be gone long.”
Gulmahun stroked his chin and murmured, “I’m not going to do this.
“That’s a shame.”
“Yes?”
“There’s no luck in that place, and I’m sure I’d like to beat him with my own hands.”
“Oh, I see, that’s what you meant.”
“Whoa, whoa, who cares about the White House security detail.”
Nodding at Gulmahun’s cynicism, Geumjazi chimed in.
“Today’s events will be overwritten by the mysterious beast that killed Gongyun, so it’s all good for us.”
“Sure.”
With those words, Gulmahun listened to the sound of raindrops tapping on the leaves, and his mind briefly flashed back to a couple of years ago.
It’s the same Beemu he had with Sa Gong Woon.
The intense feeling of nervousness and excitement was still fresh in my mind.
In fact, I underestimated the existence of Saguyun until I mixed the knives.
They dismissed him as a hoodlum who had gotten lucky with fame while trying to revive a fallen order.
By the way.
I realized that there is no such thing as an empty name, and once I mixed the knives, I realized the true masterpiece.
He didn’t earn the title of White Moon Swordsman for nothing.
It was a mistake.
I thought I could defeat him in less than twenty moves, but it took me over fifty moves.
In his impatience to get a shot at his opponent, he even cast Hundreds of Deadly Blades, The Last Three Seconds.
One result is defeat.
Even his conversion ceremony was interrupted by the chalk-white sword ceremony.
It was a self-defeating non sequitur.
This is because he was the first one to suggest that we finish with fifty sums, as there is no point in rushing.
I had no choice but to play along, pretending I couldn’t win.
He was worried that if he stalled for too long, he might lose even more miserably.
The series of herbivores that Sigongyun unleashed was powerful.
I couldn’t help but praise the power, speed, and combo of Sword Herb.
Especially the power of the Sharpshooter cast at the end of the bimbo was awe-inspiring.
When they agreed to sheathe their swords.
Just before he left, Sa Gongwoon left these words.
-I have heard many unpleasant things about the Angel Chamber, one of which is the kidnapping of a young woman from a neighboring city…… I warn you, if anything untoward happens in this area of inquiry, you will pay the price before my finished temple.
It was shocking.
Gulmahun’s own three bowls had already been completed, but his opponent’s bowls were unfinished…….
Ever since I heard that, I’ve been impatient.
So, he worked tirelessly to create a kendo technique that would surpass the supreme precision of the white sword.
But things don’t work out that easily, and a conspiracy is hatched to covertly enlist a private enemy within the Order.
Gulmahun soon cleared his mind and smiled.
“We don’t even need a white wash anymore.
With the equivalent of a recent White House pardon, it was just a matter of destroying the evidence.
“Let’s go.”
Gulmahun, who had given the order, started walking again, and Geumjajeom and two hundred others followed.
Next.
Descending the hillside, the angelic group reached a point about sixty zhangs from the white checkpoint.
I can see the north gate and fence ahead of me.
Gulmahun’s flesh-colored eyes glowed as he closed in on his target.
“Advance by footsteps, then break through the wall.”
Then, the representative of Geumjajang in the back spoke up.
“Yes.”
In the moment.
ToodooDoo…… ToodooDooDoo……
An unrecognizable sound traveled a considerable distance and pounded on the ears of the group.
“Hmm?
Gulmahun and two hundred others immediately stopped the execution.
Toodoodoodoodoo – Toodoodoodoodoo – Doo doo doo doo doo – !
A heavy sound piercing through the rain is rapidly approaching.
Ridiculous speed.
Rear.
The angelic horde turned their heads toward the forest behind them in unison.
Pahhhhh!
Something leaped out of the dense forest with a tremendous splash.
At the same time, the eyes of the angelic horde widened.
“Ugh!
“What, what!
A horse pulling a cart galloping furiously in a fog.
Each time a horse’s hoof strikes the ground, it vibrates violently, sending large chunks of dirt flying into the air.
“Move!”
The angelic hordes parted to the right and left, alarmed at the sight of an iron-haired man on horseback.
Papapapapa – Choke choke choke choke ― !
The horse and cart sailed past the spot like a beam of light, crashing hard into the White House fence on the other side.
Quack-!
After the roar.
Warrrrr, warrrrr……
Bricks crumbling down like a road.
And with that, the horse pulling the cart disappeared inside the White House gates.
All of this was done in the span of a few breaths.
The angelic hordes, each covered in dirt, muttered to themselves in awe.
“Oh my God, can a horse do a transplant to……?”
“You were so fast, I didn’t even see you!”
“Is this the reincarnation of the legendary Red Tomah?”
“So the guy on that horse is the reincarnation of Follicle?”
“What’s with the red tomatoes, they’re black!”
In the meantime, Geumjazi looked at Gulmahun with a blank stare.
“Ark…… looks like we’re not the only ones trying to ambush the White House……?”
Gulmahun is equally puzzled by the unexpectedness of the situation.
Hana soon regained her composure and stood up to face her subordinates.
“Calm down. No change of plans. What’s there to worry about? We’ll just kill everything that’s alive, including that unwanted guest.”
Then he drew the knife at his side and held it.
“Let’s go.”
“Yes, Ark!”
The Chronicle of the Reincarnated Divine Sword – Chapter 11 (11/552)