Chapter 131 The Wave

Night.
Under a full sky of stars, a lanky figure appeared inside a quaint cottage in the mountains.
It was Yeom-Sang-Ah, the woman of Jeol-haek who had been in a close relationship with Seo Moon-Wol.
It was a temporary home he’d paid for and rented, a last stop to freshen up before returning to work.
After entering the inner chamber and lighting the fire, Yin Sang-ah stripped off her clothes and headed for her patron.
In the glow of the moonlight, you can see a small nail spinning a landscape water wheel.
Yin Sang-ah immersed her naked body in the water and practiced a bit of inner qigong to relieve the fatigue of traveling a long way.
Then.
My mind flashed back to an unpleasant incident not too long ago.
-My Lord, no, Father. Isn’t it about time…… you taught me the nuts and bolts of that magic?
-That’s new.
-…….
-It’s not the right time.
-Why…… stand? I’ve tried harder than anyone in the last few years.
-Your flesh cannot bear it yet. So be patient and wait, and when the time is right, I will teach you everything myself.
-Yes…… Got it.
Yin Shang’er immediately revealed an icy smile, biting her red lips tightly.
‘Lie, do you think I’m a fool, thinking that Confucius, the preface to the book, will strike me down when he becomes a great man!’
She scooped up water with her hands and doused her pretty face with it, as if to cool herself down.
‘I’m sorry, but…… you won’t get your way, because I’m going to use the upside-down preface Confucius to throw you out! Then I’m going to get my hands on the main school, and I wonder what you’ll think of me when I do.’
It was then that a woman’s voice leaked out from not far behind him.
“Did you get the job done?”
Hana Yinshang’s expression was nonchalant, as if she had read his intentions earlier.
No.
Instead, the voice asked a question with a twinkle in its eye, as if waiting for its owner to appear.
“Did you figure something out?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
InYoung walks over to the side of the nail with an answer.
He’s a middle-aged woman, probably in her late thirties or early forties, dressed in a shaggy top and blood bag.
Her hair is pulled back like a large flower bud, with a long, black lotus flower pinned to it, which blends exquisitely with her flowing outfit.
It’s a pretty tantalizing mash.
It’s almost reminiscent of a chrysanthemum painted with ink.
He was a man of great elegance and grace, exuding an uncanny charm.
Judging by the black pachos in one hand, he had mastered some sort of martial art associated with it.
Dressed in black from head to toe, his skin looks unusually pale.
That’s why.
The intangible prayer that wrapped around his fleshy body was very close.
The woman’s full name is Yomonji.
He was a master of the upper echelons of the Yin School, known as the Yin Paralyzed because of his obscenity and cruelty to his enemies.
Yomongzi smiled thinly as he sat down against the nail.
“Sometimes a woman’s beauty is her greatest weapon in the pursuit of a great cause.”
“Preface Confucius said, “Don’t worry too much, for the time being…….”
Before Yin Shang’er could finish her sentence, Yin Mengzi reached out and patted her shoulder.
A gentle touch.
It’s a very familiar move.
Qixil Yomongzi was his direct lieutenant and henchman.
The woman who had cared for him almost like a mother since he was a child was the only reason he was able to surrender himself to her touch so defenselessly.
Yomonji said, smiling again.
“Looks like the technique I taught you worked.”
“Whatever.”
“Hoot, did you have fun?”
“I’d be lying if I said otherwise.”
A faint smile flickered across his face as he recalled that moment of bliss.
Yomonji advised, gently rubbing her stretched shoulders.
“Miss Hao Na, I repeat, give me…… your body, but don’t give me your heart. There’s no telling what West Gate Confucius will do in the future, and he’s so intent on achieving martial arts mastery that he’s even killed my blood relatives, including West Gate Seiju. You can never be too careful.”
“Yeah, I know, my heart doesn’t belong to anyone else anyway.”
“You’re my boss after all.”
“I’m going to go to him and tell him in person that we’re in love with each other.”
“Yes, he’ll be delighted, and he’ll think you’ve finally given up your desire to study magic.”
“Let them have that illusion…… and I’ll continue to stealthily push forward with what I need to do.”
Yin Sang-ah turned her head after that.
Reading the look in his eyes, Yomonji asked.
“Do you want to talk about it now?”
“Okay, I’ll listen.”
At Yin Shang’er’s slight nod, Yomongzi removed his hand from her shoulder and spoke.
“The clue to the Shaman Sword was a rumor in a village.”
“Village?”
“Yes. It’s a very small village with about twenty private houses, and from what I’ve heard, the Dragon Martial Gate’s most elite expert, Red Dragon Sword Captain Hongxiao, stayed there until about thirteen years ago.”
Yan Sang’er was somewhat surprised to hear Yomonji’s words.
“Did the Red Dragon Sword Captain…… survive?”
“I was quite surprised, too. I thought Kumameng and Dragonmoon had been destroyed by the Yang Plaque Initiative, which is what the shadow of the Sect Lord himself said. In exchange, of course, for inducing you to covet my body to satisfy your lust.”
“Hmph, he’s a man of his word. With your powers, you could wrap all the men in the world in your skirts and sleep with them at will…… thank goodness I’m a woman.”
“Oh, my God. Whoo-hoo.”
“Go ahead and tell me more.”
“Yes. Ye’s Village is so deep in the mountains that the rumor was quickly buried. But The Shadow managed to get his hands on it during one of his recent covert operations, and the rumor went something like this.”
-Hong Xiao, the Red Dragon Swordmaster, who miraculously survived the bloodbath with Gu Ma Meng, stayed here in Wuyi Village in failing health and nurtured a disciple, and when he died, the disciple packed up his things and left Wuyi Village with the instructions to find the place where the Ascended Sword Dragon Fahon, the Inquisitor of the Four, had taken refuge.
The two eyes of the Yin Sang’ah rippled with transparency.
It was a shocking story that Hong Xiao, a renowned expert red dragon sword captain from Longmu Gate, had not only survived, but had even taken a disciple.
“That’s interesting. So who started that rumor?”
“The Shadow said that the Red Dragon Swordmaster lived a life of concealment, but shared his heart with only one person, a solitary old man who went by the name of Gamtae. That’s what he said.”
“Are you the only one to share the secret of the Red Dragon Swordmaster?”
“Yes, except for that disciple, Ye Yunlang.”
“Hmm…… that’s pretty specific. Is it confirmed as true?”
“Gamtae must have gotten drunk during a village feast a year or so ago and spilled some of those secrets, and The Shadow found out about that too.”
“Did you catch Gamtae?”
“No. Ganyu disappeared right around the time the rumors started to circulate. He went off somewhere, and doesn’t that kind of behavior indicate that the rumors of courtesy are true?”
“Just to get the facts straight, did you torture all those villagers…… to death?”
“That’s right, young and old alike.”
“Ahem, gross…….”
“That’s the way of the shadows to support their master, even if it’s been a while.”
“Anyway, what’s the shadow’s next move?”
“I’ve just set out on a mission ordered by the Sect Master, to find Ganyu, who I’m sure knows more, and then to get information on Ye Yunlang. If things go well and I learn Ye Yunlang’s whereabouts, then the chance to get my hands on the legendary …… divine sword will naturally follow.”
“The Ascended Sword Dragon’s lair, that’s the key.”
Yeomongji scooped some water into the baggie and drank it down as Yeom Sang-ah muttered through clenched teeth.
“I have a good feeling that Ye Yunlang must have found the Beecher after all these years. If the famous Red Dragon Swordmaster took him as a disciple, he must not be lacking in qualities or talent.”
“If that’s true, I couldn’t ask for more. hmm…… I’ll leave the finishing touches to Confucius, right?”
“Yeah, I guess we just have to wait for the right time.”
“Are you sure you’re the only one with that information? What about the others, are they quiet so far?”
“The Heavenly Demon Cult hasn’t been active for two hundred years, the Blood Demon Cult and the Phantom Demon Cult are barely keeping their names alive, and the Asura Demon Cult has been calling the shots lately, but they’re not making much of a move. We haven’t heard any rumors that we know of yet, and the only thing we can speculate on is the whereabouts of the Martial Sword, which isn’t even another recruit, but if we had heard anything, each faction would have already taken action, so rest assured.”
“I guess our Sun Moon Demon Sect has finally gotten its own poem.”
“Yes, Hu Hu. I don’t think there will be any major obstacles to our advancement into the Middle Yuan Martial Realm now that the Gu Ma Meng who was once at odds with the main sect is gone. The only thing we have to be careful of are the powerhouses of the Zheng Sect and the Four Sects.”
“All will soon realize the power of this religion, beginning with the destruction of the Ximen family.”
With those words, Yin Sang-ah cleaned herself up and went outside.
Her curvaceous naked body in the moonlight was as beautiful as a perfect statue.
Yomongzi said, taking off his black blood bag instead of a towel and wiping every inch of her body.
“Miss, even if this school doesn’t get the Martial Sword, it wasn’t part of our plan in the first place, so don’t take it too hard, though it would be nice to have it.”
“I think I can get my hands on it, because like you said earlier…… I have a good feeling about it. Whoohoo.”
With that, she fired up, then moved her outstretched legs in a bewitching fashion and headed toward the lighted room.
* * *
Around noon the next day.
Zhuheng, a mid-sized city in the Hunan region, has experienced a major upheaval.
It was due to iron currents.
This was because he was not traveling, and he was able to win a series of overwhelming victories against several of the most prominent late-stage players in Juheung.
Losing by a second.
No one survived more than once.
At first, everyone was a little skeptical and accepted the challenge.
There were a lot of people who snorted at the mention of Chulryuhyeon from the White House checkpoint.
One.
All of the most prominent Late Indexes, regardless of party or faction, were either lying on the floor or in tears, suffering a hollow defeat.
The entire city went into a frenzy, even the mid-level players stepped up to the plate, but the result was a complete victory for Chuliuhyeon.
All of the famous masters of both factions bowed their heads in the face of this inexcusable defeat, including the top-ranked martial artist from the Zheng Sect, Chansom Sword, Yellow Sand Sword Monster, and Silver Sword Book Student.
Deliberately unarmed, Chuliu Hsin had won five cities by the evening, and word of his victory began to spread quickly.
-Iron streamers are all the rage!
In just two days, more than fifty prominent local martial artists have knelt, starting with the Qingfeng Sword Sect.
It was a situation where the rumor had to spread or it wouldn’t.
Another day has passed.
Outside a village inn, Chu Liuhun basked briefly in the morning sun before feeding Xinfeng ginseng and climbing onto his back.
“Full of energy?”
Xinfeng twitches his ears slightly in response to Chapter.
“It’s a beautiful day. Now, let’s go see the man who’s going to be our ballroom dancer.”
Clutching the reins, he spoke, and Xinfeng kicked the ground as if he knew who it was and where it was going.
Boom- doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo……!
The Book of the Divine Sword – Chapter 132 (132/552)