Chapter 40 The Chalarak

Chapter 40: The Chalarak

Choi Tan was surprised and doubted my ears once more.
“What?
It’s an ugly tabletop.
I was surprised to see Chulyu Hyeon, who was turned into a vegetable during the funeral of the Hundred Moon Sword Lord Sa Gongyun, still standing, but I was also surprised to see him speak out like I did.
All four of the spearman’s bodyguards glared at him sharply.
Wrathful.
The man standing to the immediate right of the deadliest hit radiated a particularly powerful intangible prayer.
A swordsman in his early thirties, dressed in a brown robe and with a trim build.
He was a clan member of the famous Mu Family Seven Swordsmen of Hunan Province, who were closely interrelated with the Qingxiang Clan.
The other three bodyguards in the same outfit were also from there.
Located in Yuyang, a medium-sized city not far from Baijiu, the Qilao Sword Family was a swordsmanship family that had been around for nearly a century, albeit not in the top seven generations.
The Seven Sword Style was a household martial art that had produced a steady stream of top-notch swordsmen since the early days of the first family, and its reputation and authority were quite high in Hunan, and it had a long-standing friendship with the Qingxian clan, who were practically allies.
The symbiosis between the martial forces and the top is simple.
Give as much as you need and take as little as you need.
Merchant groups were always limited in their ability to organize a sophisticated armed force on their own.
It was said that the top players of the time had the power of a military unit, but that was actually very rare.
A group of this size, with chapters all over the country, would barely make it to ten.
So, in exchange for the martial powers sending their men to escort, guard, etc., they would supply them with a small amount of money or various supplies to maintain a mutually beneficial relationship.
And then there’s the organization known as the Bureau.
Like needle and thread.
Factions with deep pockets, such as the Turkey Swords, often had bureaus that specialized in the transportation of various goods, and the top of the mud would often turn to them to move important goods.
This was because the prestigious imperial houses were usually armed to the teeth and could be trusted with a certain level of force.
It’s not all about transportation.
The state also serves to protect individuals and groups by dispatching personnel when conditions warrant.
So did the entire group of bodyguards who currently reside at the top of the tower.
The four of them, including Qi Jiaogong, were here as representatives of the Qi Jiaogong Bureau of the Qi Jiaogong Sword Family, protecting the safety of their client, Choi Tan.
“What was that you just said?”
Chiljogon took a step forward, his voice heavy.
The same high-pressure demeanor and facial expressions reveal a pride in his powerlessness.
And for good reason.
In fact, he was a swordsman, one of the top ten swordsmen in the whole of the Seven Swordlands.
The mood quickly turned chilly.
“Why do you speak of the honor of your lord?”
A low, heart-stopping voice rang out.
It’s Ye Unrang.
At the same time, the muscles in the faces of Chiljogon and the rest of the bodyguards twitched and stiffened.
“Laugh!
The intangible prayer emanating from the other side sent chills down their spines.
It was like a man-sized knife had appeared out of nowhere.
It even gives the illusion of frosty sword energy blasting out in all directions.
My mouth went dry at the sight of the hairy, chiljogon-backed figure.
gulp
It’s not that Ye Yunlang was particularly vicious, but rather they were caught in a state of extreme tension, as if their lives were under threat.
I know this all too well.
Not just anyone can flaunt an intangible prayer of that magnitude without even operating an airplane…….
So it’s no surprise that tensions are rising.
Ye Yunlang said with a cold glare.
“One warning is enough.”
Immediately, I glanced at the sumac leaves embroidered on the chest pockets of the four bodyguards’ brown robes.
The embroidery symbolized the country of the Seven Seals under the Seven Seals family.
“If you ever run your mouth at me again, you will experience my sword power firsthand.”
Ye Yunlang’s words meant that he would not hesitate to wield his sword against any of the Qi Clan’s kin.
Nervousness flashed across the four scruffy faces of the Homuwisa.
Choi Tan, who saw it, was deeply perplexed.
‘Huh……! What is it? Is this a dangerous cilantro that not even the Chiljogon can take on easily?
I’ve never seen a top swordsman of the prestigious Qilin Sword Clan endure the words of a scaredy-cat before.
Chiljogon was embarrassed to feel the stares.
‘Damn, my dignity is…….’
In the back of my mind, I had a big question.
The appointment of Chul Ryu-heon, Sa Gong-woon’s arch-enemy, as the new gatekeeper was a natural choice and procedure for the talent-starved Baekbak Sword Gate, but the strange middle-aged master couldn’t figure out what the hell he had to gain by claiming to be his subordinate.
‘I’m guessing your martial arts skills are stronger than Bai Xiaochun’s, but not below…….’
This makes it even more questionable.
If you’re good enough to be a general manager, there’s no reason to work at the White House.
At that moment, an indifferent voice came out of Chu Liuhui’s mouth.
“That’s enough.”
Ye Yunlang immediately bowed his head in an intangible prayer.
Immediately afterward, Chulhyeon gestures with his chin to the last blow.
“I’m just telling the truth, what are you so upset about?”
“What!”
The moment when Chimin Choi Tan’s eyes widened and his catfish-like beard twitched.
“Isn’t it funny how we’re the only ones who want to be polished? You’re the only one who didn’t set the example first.”
Finally shaking off his intimidation, Chiljogon spoke up curiously, and Chilryuhyun’s gaze turned to his face.
“Well, does a yes even exist in the first place?”
It refers to something that happened years ago.
Chiljogon was not immune.
He was the one who had been ordered to escort Chul Ryuhyeon out the door.
“Great, that’s……!”
Chiljogon opened his mouth to say something, but shut it immediately.
Choi Tan stopped him with a wave of his hand and stepped in.
“Now, now. Iron Gate, let’s stop playing games with each other and…… what brings you to Bai Zhu?”
When he realized that Ye Yunlang was an unusual master, he quickly changed his tone to avoid making a scene.
“To trade.”
The iron stain was still consistent with the tasteless half-speech.
‘You’re looking like a fool for having some cilantro on the side……!
Choi Tan smirked inwardly, but kept his expression nonchalant.
“A deal? Yes, what kind of deal would you like to make with us? Honestly, given the financial state of the White House, I don’t think it’s going to be worth the money, but let’s hear it.”
I’m afraid the sarcasm will never end.
“Who’s talking to the blue dog?”
“…….”
“Just go on your way. I’m just passing through.”
Chu Liuhon let out a blunt voice and strode away as if to dismiss him outright.
Ye Yunlang, who had wiped the coldness from his eyes, also moved coldly after him.
Static.
The lone Zen master, Choi Tan, stared at the back of their heads and gritted his teeth.
“You cheeky bastard, on a topic that’s not even close to being a topic, kwik……!”
His thick hands tremble as he speaks of his fury.
Shortly afterward, Chiljogon advised with a meaningful glint in his eye.
“I don’t know who that mysterious master is at the moment, so I’ve had to put up with it…… but I’ll look into his background later and if it turns out he doesn’t have much of a backstory, I’ll make sure he gets his comeuppance. There’s not much I can do about it anyway, is there?”
“Whatever!”
When the shortest shout was gnashing of teeth in frustration.
“Huh?
Ye Yunlang and Chuliu Heng were not far behind when he suddenly stopped dead in his tracks.
They stopped in front of the main gate of the Hongmyo Temple, which sits directly between the top of Cheonggyeon and one of the alleys.
Choi Tan cupped his chin with a hand like a pig’s trotters and sneered.
“Foot, what a visit. Is that the top of the Hong Mausoleum, you fool, and what do you think of the woman there?”
Then he spun on his heels and walked away, as if there was nothing more to see.
“Chuck, we’ve wasted time. Let’s get to the customer.”
“Yes, my lord.”
* * *
With his back to the top of the tower, Chu Liuhui smirked and said in a low voice.
“You’ve earned your keep. And you know how to make a statement.”
Ye Yunlang shrugged at the unexpected compliment.
Ahem!
But the irony of the statement that followed was.
“It’s only a chopstick’s throw away.”
“…….”
“Hmm, no, maybe two chopsticks.”
“…….”
You’re talking like two chopsticks! What’s the price of a bowl of rice if you’re going to make me a half-body soup, eh!
That’s when the iron trail suddenly stood on its feet.
Ye Yunlang’s eyes, which had stopped dead in their tracks, saw the main gate and the plaque on top of the Hong Mausoleum.
“Is this the real destination?”
Chul Ryu Hoon nodded instead of answering, and moved closer to the front door.
Bang, bang.
A knock on the door, followed by a seemingly unattended twenty-something man poking his head out.
“What can I do for you?”
“Is there sweet wine in there?”
“Ah, yes. I know you’re staying in the main house right now, but…… or do you have a time commitment?”
“No.”
“…….”
The man glanced at her, then spoke again.
“I don’t know where you’re from…… Actually, I’m still new here, so I don’t know all the honorifics. Please bear with me.”
Then Chuliuhyeon quickly threw off the long cloth wrapped around his body.
A great outfit that’s finally revealed.
A mountainous pattern embroidered with white threads on a black cloth is the unique uniform of the Baekbuk Sword Clan.
She recognized it immediately.
Embroidery depicting giant mountains in simple lines is a long-standing symbol of the White Shield, and clothing with white patterns, especially on a black background, signifies lordship……..
“What I’m wearing should have been a sufficient answer.”
With that, Chu Liuhui handed Ye Yunlang the bag he was carrying.
Meanwhile, the man standing by the doorknob was in a dilemma.
“Hmmm…… should be sent back, right?
-I’m not going to be meeting with anyone outside of my current relationships for a while, so you’re on your own, I’ve already got enough of the good stuff. Unless someone comes along with a bunch of valuable stuff, who knows.
He scratched his forehead as he remembered Danju’s charge.
I’m familiar with the difficulties of the White House checkpoint, so it was a no-brainer.
“I’m sorry, sir. Master Danju will be using another…….”
A resounding thud.
The sack that Chulleukhun was holding fell to the ground.
This is followed by a clang, and the glorious treasures in the bag spill out.
“Oops, I missed it.”
It’s obviously intentional.
At the same time, the man’s pupils dilate like an earthquake.
‘Billion! Me, me…….’
What’s going on.
The White House gatekeeper from nowhere shows up with a bag of rare treasures.
Oh my gosh, look at that golden pig! That’s a golden cow, and that’s a golden toad…… There’s even a golden Maitreya Buddha! Wow, he’s smiling at me! Sparkle!
His head begins to float with countless silver sacks worth ten thousand nickels.
This is almost impossible to compute.
Ironcloud muttered nonchalantly.
“Sorry for what?”
The man with the mended face entered and bowed as he swung the front door wide open.
“Welcome, guest, what a long way you’ve come, no need for formalities, I’ll show you to your special room! Hey, put a rug on the floor, come on, cold, fast!”
After all…… I’ve been watching the human world for a thousand years, money is king.
The Chronicle of the Reincarnated Divine Sword – Chapter 41 (41 of 552)