Chapter 70 The Gathering of the Masters

Foothills on the western outskirts of Wuyang.
There is a manor house surrounded by mossy stone walls in a forest with a clear, bitter stream running through it.
The place exuded an old-world charm and was seemingly peaceful and relaxing.
One.
Inside is different.
Inside the building, a dark conspiracy is currently quietly gestating.
It was a no-brainer.
The manor, with its tranquil setting, was the location of a secret meeting organized by Angel Bang.
Meanwhile.
A towering old tree outside the manor’s eastern wall.
In the thick, leafy branches above him, a man lurks in the shadows, cunningly concealed.
Crouching in the shadows cast by the foliage, he was Danduitis, the Danduitis.
The tree was so tall and tall that it overlooked the spacious courtyard inside the manor, making it a perfect vantage point from which to watch for enemy activity.
“Now all we need is for the angels to show up.
Thirteen top-ranked Sect masters had already set foot inside the building in the center of the manor, including Ammunition Swordmaster Zhou Geng, his disciple Ammunition Swordmaster Wen Bin, Swordmaster Mok Jing Ge, and his two lieutenants, Huang Po Swordmaster Sheng Fan and Zhang Yan.
Finally, when the Geumjiajia store finally shows up, the mission of his first favor will finally come to an end.
Yesterday, Chul Ryuheon said
-Get there early, hide in a good spot, wait for me, and when I get there, make a final report and go back. I’ll take care of the rest.
The time of liberation is at hand.
We don’t yet know what the two remaining favors will be, but we’ve thrown down the gauntlet anyway.
This incident made me realize the peacefulness and value of living in seclusion without worries.
As usual, life outside the mountains is just as frustrating and uncomfortable as ever.
I can’t wait to get home and rest.
I’m sure your lucky protégé is probably waiting to be hanged right now.
One.
There’s something about the idea of just giving a final report and walking away that makes me nervous.
To be precise, it was a person we discovered yesterday.
The mysterious masked figure in the woods who had piqued my curiosity with his excellent instincts, the leader of a mysterious group who had set up temporary residence on the fringes of …… and was surreptitiously monitoring the goings-on in the angel room.
Even though it was only an Ilchalna, the mysterious figure’s psychic powers were quite amazing.
It was an extraordinary talent.
You must be a genius.
He is presumed to be a young martial artist around the same age as Chullehyeon, but his ability to sense things at a level far beyond his years is a testament to his extraordinary talent.
“Did I have the same sense as my social counterparts?
Well, I don’t know.
One thing was clear, though: his skills were only going to get better.
Unless you’re one of those lazy people who rely on your innate qualities, you’ll never make progress.
‘Hmm, if he shows up here today…….’
I dismissed the iron currents as nothing more than a swarm of flies, but I couldn’t predict what kind of presence they would have.
‘It is well for me to stand out, so that I may not be easily approached by the iron gate.
So he hid himself in an old tree and watched over Zhang Yuan, thinking hard.
* * *
A colorful building in the manor.
At the moment, Zhou Gong and the other Sect masters were seated around a large table in the center of the inner chamber, waiting for the arrival of the Jinzai family.
Yongjeong tea is served at each seat, steaming white and fragrant.
beep-beep-beep
A man of around forty, alone, making that sound as he slides a drink down his throat, not tea.
Tak.
The man with the bottle on the table wiped the corner of his mouth with his cuff and smirked.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I’ve been drinking too loudly. I’m not the most graceful of tea drinkers, so please forgive me.”
The man seated on the far left, based on the seats he occupied, was Fausheng, the leader of the local sectarian faction, the Jinmudang.
A famous swordsman who rose to prominence a few years ago, he was known for his love of alcohol, which earned him the nickname of the “liquor sword”.
Then the guy sitting next to me, who was about my age, turned to me and smiled.
“Hoot, what if he’s already drunk?”
It’s a friendly tone.
Giant.
The Red Pavilion is the owner of the Red Pavilion .
His reputation as a ferocious Tocho, reminiscent of that of a leopard, was actually that of a younger version of the real-life Tang Dynasty master Fa Xiang.
“Hey, hey, hey, who’s getting drunk with the lead girl.”
“Save the booze for the meeting and have some tea today. It’s really expensive. It’s not like the cloudy tea you’re used to.”
At Big Brother’s urging, Fausheng took a sip of Longjing tea and soon frowned.
“See, this doesn’t fit my mouth.”
At that moment, a man in his forties, seated at the front of the room, close to Sangseok, spoke up.
“Too bad. Lord Tang. You don’t know the delicacies of that specialty dragon’s-eye tea, picking only those whose leaves have not grown more than two inches. Do it this week before your palate degenerates further.”
He was the Cold Blooded Swordmaster of the Heart Gate, a master who was said to have the highest level of power among the four factions in Hunan Province.
As befits his star sign, he was a glowering figure.
“What, what’s wrong with my taste buds?
Faustin was a little offended, but he didn’t let it show.
The people here are all top-notch, but they’re not all in the same class.
Moon In-Do was like that.
The star sign of Cold Blooded Black was so prestigious that it was pressed lightly against Faustin’s own star sign, the Jubilee Sword.
There was only one martial artist here who had risen to a higher level of notoriety than the literati, and he was known as the “sword-bearer of the list.
This means that the next most famous star sign after the rostered swordsman is cold-blooded black.
As a result, Faustin was a very difficult person for him to argue with, let alone barge in with his usual temper.
Yes, at the very least, you’d have to be at least as good as the swordmaster of the Ammyungjeon, Amgumhyang Wenbin, to challenge the majesty of the Cold Blooded Sword.
Then he moved his hand under the table and tugged at the hem of Fa Xiang’s robe, sending him a discreet glance.
‘You suck it up. I don’t know what to do.’
Faustin read the meaning in her eyes and inwardly chuckled.
‘Huh…… I already know that, and there’s no point in pretending.’
We’re outnumbered, let alone outgunned.
This is because the four men who sat next to him were also members of the Simplicity Gate.
Heartless Swordsman ( English Swordsman ).
Moonju Moonin is the highest-ranking member of the staff other than Do, and the most elite Koji-jin.
There are no individual nicknames, but the collective term was enough to make me feel the weight of it all.
Each of the swordsmen’s prowess was comparable to that of the main wall swordsman Fausheng and the halberd swordsman Zhuge Liang.
Suddenly, a man in his forties set down his teacup and looked up at him.
“We’ve all gathered here to honor the will of that former lord, but the golden ark…… Ah, now the ark of honor. Is he trustworthy, anyway?”
He was a gruff-looking man with a beard like a goat’s, and he represented the Gao Yue Sword Gate.
He met her gaze and asked.
“Why, are you afraid that the golden ark will not pay you what it promised later?”
Kyu-gun scratched his head, frowning, and pointed out his concerns.
“Honestly, I took this job because I needed the money, and if the paycheck is going to be delayed for some reason, I’m not going to be happy.”
That’s when the corner of his mouth quirked up.
“Hmph, that won’t happen, the Angelic Chamber will soon be incorporated under the umbrella of the main organization…….”
Hearing that, Zhao Zhong’s complexion quickly hardened.
“We have come together to form a coalition with short-term goals, but I think it’s too much of a waste to disband after destroying the White House checkpoint.”
A red-eyed giant turtle floats gingerly.
“Do you plan to stay in the federation?”
I nodded, and he asked in a straightforward manner.
“Before the arrival of the Golden Ark, you must settle your differences. Will you join with me to form an alliance, with the ultimate goal of course being the reorganization of the local Martial Kingdoms.”
Shortly thereafter, Mokgakjoo Mokginkum agreed, as if he had been waiting.
“I have decided to follow the will of my former master entirely.”
Sungpan and Jangyeol nodded their heads in agreement, as if to reinforce the footnote’s statement.
It was only then that he realized what was happening.
“You’ve already got Whiggumgak!
With a wave of his hand, his apprentice, the Black Sword Flavor Moon Bin, pulled out the scroll and placed its contents on the table.
It was five gold nuggets the size of a child’s fist.
“I’ve prepared a little something for each faction, which will help them organize their positions.”
Gao Yue’s eyes rolled for a moment as he considered, then he grabbed a gold nugget.
I took him up on his offer.
Soon afterward, he, Fausheng, the master of the Jinmu Party, Ge Zhaolong, the master of the Red Mark Party, and even Wen Yin, the master of the Simplicity Party, all clutched gold in their hands.
He stroked my chin with a look of approval.
“Very well, from now until we destroy the White House checkpoint, you will never speak of this.”
By subjugating the angelic chambers and placing them under an umbrella organization, he meant that they were to wait in the wings, each keeping their own secrets, for he would take care of them in the future.
He glanced to his left, and his voice grew more serious.
“If, after this moment, there is a faction that shows treachery and goes against the grain…….”
A dark flesh suddenly bursts out of his clouded body.
“Laugh!
Moon In-Do and the rest of the audience cringed at the sight of Shin Hyung, feeling their hair stand on end.
His eyes widened, and he continued in a heavy voice.
“Know that you will experience the true power of this battle, led by ……. There is only one price: annihilation.”
While Zuo Zhong gulped down his dry saliva with nervousness, Moon In-Do muttered to himself in a calm manner.
‘ÄúÇ¨’Äù…… is right. No matter how powerful this door is, it’s undeniably inferior to Ammyeongzhen’s. It’s better to keep him on his toes for now. We’ll have another chance to get out.’
Meanwhile, Moon Bin was on high alert and prepared for any unexpected behavior from Jugyeom.
‘That could cause another overreaction…….’
Then suddenly.
Shhh.
Turning his head, his gaze bore into Moon Bin’s face.
“Maybe I should take this opportunity to show you.”
There was an eerie murderousness in his voice.
Suddenly, Moon Bin was seized by a sense of foreboding.
“What? What do you mean…….”
“This is what happens to you if you dare to speak out against your master. You’re not setting a very good example.”
“……!”
A chill of dread dug into Moonbin’s chest.
* * *
When the group reached the base of the mountain, they scrutinized their surroundings, and when they were satisfied that they were unmolested, they set off at a brisk pace along the forest path.
When they faded into the distance.
Sats, sats, sats……
Hiding in the lush bushes, Seo Moon-wol and Nuhm, who had been following Angel Bang’s group, exchanged whispered conversations while wearing masks.
“Looks like you’re meeting someone in the woods.”
“Yes, I think we’re not far off, judging by the faster pace.”
Right then.
Sensing a faint vibration, Seo Moonwol turned his attention to the rear and soon found something.
‘……!’
Dust rising high.
I’m hearing a certain sound nonstop.
Doo-doo-doo…… Doo-doo-doo……
The sound of horses’ hooves rapidly pounding the ground.
That’s not what I was saying.
It was as if a master of light kung fu was galloping furiously, radiating a huge bet.
I once heard that…….
“No way!
Seo Wenyue thought of something and sent a signal at the same time, and then, with a leak, found a deep spot among the trees and bushes and hid.
After a while.
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo!
The moment the vibrations and sounds of courtesy had reached the point of near-death, Xu Wenyue’s pupils dilated intensely.
“That’s……!
A balled-up fist.
My earlier hunch was correct.
I never thought I’d see it this way again.
I did.
The horse that appeared at a terrifying speed was none other than Xinfeng, carrying the Chuliuhs on his back.
The Book of the Divine Sword – Chapter 71 (71 of 552)