Chapter 174 The Dark Nest

A pavilion with numerous tiled roofs bathed in moonlight overhead.
You see two figures leaning against a railing in a long, one-story corridor.
They looked different but dressed the same.
A wind pattern embroidered on a blue cloth woven from silk.
Seomunse was the original armor.
It even speaks to the fact that you have a high status.
The young man on my left, in his mid-to-late twenties, gazed into the night sky and spoke up.
“Nancera…….”
It’s more of a muttering to yourself.
He was the Grand Duke Xu Wen’an, the first son of the current Xu Wenxue of the Sunfeng Sword Army.
He was a Gusting Wind Sword Master, a young master of the next generation of the family lineage.
The young man on the right, in his mid-twenties, is the second son, Seo Wen-yu, two years younger than Seo Wen-ang, who is twenty-eight.
His star signature was the Swift Wind Sword, which literally means “very fast, wind-like swordsmanship”.
He asked, cocking his head to the side, a man with a prayer that rivaled his brother’s.
“Yes?”
“Bicentennial turbulence. Haven’t you heard? It’s been talked about a lot lately.”
“Ah…… yes. I heard it, but what…… just went in one ear and out the other.”
Seo blurted out.
“What do you think?”
“Coincidence is inevitable.”
Xu mumbles to himself repeatedly, and Xu nods his head slightly.
Yes, it is.
Every two hundred years or so, starting in the era of the Heavenly Horse over a millennium ago, the mighty Murim have been engaged in a great bloodbath.
In total, it was a five-peat.
And.
Roughly two hundred years have passed since the time of the ascendance of the fictional Blood Demon God, the Blood Demon Muyue, the protagonist of the Blood Demon Reign, ended the reign of the most powerful demonic sect outside of the birds.
When coincidences overlap, it’s inevitable.
If that’s true, then it’s time for the sixth wave to happen.
“You’re scaring me more than you need to.”
“I don’t believe it either. But…… can’t hurt to be prepared for anything.”
“Isn’t that the reason why Yue suddenly asked for a closed-door cultivation practice? To quench the radish of the One God in preparation for the dizzying world ahead…… Ah, that’s too much packaging, haha.”
Seo Moonwol had recently disappeared into the family’s special facility, the Xinfeng Pavilion, accompanied by the Zilfeng Clan’s Three Bastards, for the purpose of cultivation.
Suddenly, Xu Wen’an’s eyes sank deeply.
“According to my father…….”
-I’m thirsty. Not thirsty for personal achievement, but thirsty for how I can contribute to the future development of my family. If I’m going to be the next patriarch of my family, shouldn’t I start preparing now?
-Want to grow a bowl?
-Yes. I’m well aware that my abilities are not yet…… big brother’s, and I think I’ll need to practice closure in order to be of service to him in the future.
“…… said so.”
“Ho-ho, I hadn’t heard that. That’s great.”
“I don’t know. I don’t know.”
“……?”
“Ugh, I’ll be honest, I don’t trust him.”
“Yes? No, why…….”
“It’s a feeling. The older I get, the more I feel like I’m sharpening the knife in my chest.”
Xu Wenyou looked puzzled at Xu Wen’an’s meaningful words, but then he smiled awkwardly and held out his hand.
“Ha, ha…… brother, is this because of the non-movement a few years ago, it was just a simple accident…….”
Seo Wen’an and Seo Wen’yue had a private affair about two years ago under the order of Gazoo Seo Wenjia.
The result is a draw.
However, there was one small mishap along the way.
At the end, when they were exchanging food for the first time, Seo Moon-wool suddenly overdid it, contrary to their agreement, causing Seo Moon-ang to suffer internal injuries.
-Oops, brother, I’m sorry, I got a little too carried away with my swordplay and……!
At the time, Moonwol Seo stammered and apologized profusely.
But.
In the brief interval between accepting the last bite of food, which was as long as a second, Xu Wen’an saw a change in his opponent’s expression.
It was laughter.
It flashes by like lightning.
Xu recalled the incident.
“I never told him, but…… I saw him smile then.”
“Old?”
“A mistake? No.”
It was a one-time thing, but the feeling of that fleeting smile was so creepy that it’s still burned into my brain.
“Brother, but…….”
When Seo Wenyu gave him an incredulous look, Seo Wen’ang smirked and asked.
“Do you think I’m looking at it wrong?”
To which Seo responded with a stern look.
“Yes, brother. You’d be mistaken; they have different mothers, but the youngest has always been more disciplined than any of the others, and you know it.”
“Yeah, that’s why I didn’t tell you.”
“Ai, don’t go around saying things like that, they’ll make you look like a bad person, especially to your father…… Okay?”
Seo Wenyu scolded him, but he shook his head and laughed again.
“Hoot. Yeah. Got it.”
But the mutterings in my head were different.
‘Well, it’s not just because of that bimu thing. Three years ago, when he went out and we didn’t hear from him for over four months…… something must have happened to him. Ever since then, there’s been a strange strangeness about him that I can’t explain, and I wonder if he knows it.’
But it’s hard to get it out of your mouth.
As Seo Moon-yoo says, you could be seen as a domestic disturbance.
‘Let’s wait a little longer. We’ll see if he’s hiding real sharp teeth or something…….’
* * *
“Suspicious.”
“Right.”
“Something’s wrong, no, you’re wandering through the woods alone at night without a light.”
Three young beggars hunkered down in the bushes, chatting away.
Girls in Open Affiliations.
The fact that there was only one belt knot, which is called an equilateral knot, made it clear that it was a sub-bando.
“He just disappeared in that direction…… let’s follow him.”
As he spoke, there was a strange crackle of electricity.
-You don’t have to. I’m here for you.
Chapter’s stunned stare is followed by a series of eerie crackling sounds.
Wedgie- wedgie- wedgie- wedgie-!
Dozens of straight-edged mnemonics shot through the darkness, piercing the three men’s torsos.
“cur…….”
With a short groan, the three Open Doors collapsed to the floor.
It was instant death.
Shhh.
In the next room, a man in black robes appeared as silently as a ghost.
It was an ambush.
Shortly thereafter, an identical double-colored figure appeared and stood in a circle around the three bodies.
“This is getting annoying, I must have been stepped on.”
One of them spoke up, and the man who had memorized it earlier smiled thinly.
“Huh, what…… would have sent a single opening if it was just to come after us?”
Then.
Fit.
Not far away, a black man with a bamboo press appeared.
He was the organizer of the meeting that brought Naraehyang and others together today.
At the same time, a flock of courtiers bowed in unison to show respect for their superiors.
“Welcome, Mr. Sun.”
Then the Black Poet, who was called the Sun King, lifted up his hood.
“Be careful with beggars. You never know who’s open.”
“Yes. We’re all keeping that in mind. As you can see, we’re fortunately not the elite of openness.”
“Yeah. We’d better hurry things up a bit.”
“I understand, Mr. Sun. I’m sorry, sir, but what happened to……?”
“Black Seung Myo Hee responded.”
“Ho-ho, that’s great.”
“Only she would have survived the money-driven squabble, and now she’ll be an animated organ egg for us. I’m guessing that the people in that pavilion have already begun to act, so we can sacrifice her in the future and blame her for the massacre.”
“Yes, of course…… as a corpse.”
“Whatever.”
“When is the next meeting?”
“In two weeks.”
“I’m going to have to get a grave.”
“Remember one thing. Our first priority is to find Ganyu, who will provide us with a clue to the whereabouts of the Martial Sword.”
“Yes.”
“Now hide the three bodies and take what you can as evidence. The Black Seer will take the blame for all of this.”
After giving the last order, the First Counselor turned and walked away.
‘Hoohoo…… It’s dark under the bridge. O foolish mighty Murim. We have already made our nests in this land.’
* * *
When it’s daylight and it’s five o’clock in the morning (around the first hour of 11:00 AM).
Visiting the White House Gate, Amber Sword Hyang Moon Bin stared at the iron flow marks on the other side of the table, mesmerized.
“Hey, is all…… true?”
“Yeah. Well, I only briefly explained it because I couldn’t be bothered.”
“My God…… I thought he was dead, and now he’s here as a guest of honor…….”
“We’re going to make an announcement later. You should know.”
“No, that would cause a scene…….”
“I’ll take care of it. You go straight to Chen Hua Luozhu and do one thing. Keep the facts about me completely hidden.”
“Ah…… Yes. What is that job like?”
“That is, to investigate the biographies of the Muriman.”
“……?”
“The standard is zero. Just the best of the best.”
“But why do you want to know that?”
“It’s just personal.”
“Um, okay, let me ask you, is the scope of the background check global?”
“Sure.”
“If so, it will be quite a while.”
“I don’t care, and neither does anyone else who you think is doing something fishy.”
“Yes.”
“Okay. Go ahead.”
He gestured heavily, and Moon Bin glanced over and pulled out something.
“I have one question for you. This is…….”
“I know. It’s a no-brainer.”
“Huh? You recognized it right away.”
“I just know, it’s the last of the Ten Thousand Heavenly Soldiers that the Naturalized Sword God used, how did you get it?”
“That’s actually…… Chen Hua Luozhu gave it to me as a gift.”
“Really? You like it.”
“Yes?”
“You said it was a gift. That’s obvious.”
Moon Bin’s heart fluttered slightly when he heard that.
“Do you like me……?
At that moment, Chu Liuhui said expressionlessly.
“You think I know how to unleash the mystique of the Mushinpo.”
Moonbin nodded, his face clearing.
“Yes…… isn’t it?”
“No, I know.”
“Ah!”
“But first, you must build your body. To be able to handle the Mukshinpo’s unique flame and oat qi, one’s body must be strengthened, and it must be accompanied by the attainment of the Ascending Heart Technique.”
“The ascending heart method is……?”
“Progress of the First Owner.”
“……!”
Moon Bin’s eyes flickered wildly.
The original owner of the Muksinpo was the Muksin Sword Sect, which was the supreme power of the Sapa martial arts a thousand years ago.
He’s even played against the unrivaled absolute, …….
The defeat was a gaping hole in Muksinpo’s armor, but the story of its immense ignominy has been told for generations.
It was a no-brainer.
The fact that he survived against Kishil Mado’s eponymous tenshin was a feat of martial prowess in itself.
Chul Ryu-Heon’s next words brought another surprise.
“You don’t know it, but the inner workings of the Mukgum Sect are the same as those of the Ammyeong Temple.”
“……!”
“I will teach you. In exchange for your loyalty.”
Moonbin had a hunch.
He knew that this encounter would change the course of his life and the fate of the Ammyeongjeon forever.
* * *
It’s almost noon.
Yin Shuang-chi, the Yin Shuang-chi of the Yin Monk Sect, and Yin Mengzi, the Yin Mengzi of the Yin Mengzi Sect, arrived at a gate high in the mountains.
Three letters on a black plaque.
The Southern Sect.
The prestigious Zheng Sect Daoist family in the Ximen region.
Next.
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The man who greeted me at the front gate was a member of the Ilwolma sect, not the sectarian Mundo.
“Welcome, miss.”
The Chronicle of the Reincarnated Divine Sword – Chapter 175 (175 of 552)