Chapter 242 The Price of Promises

Salmaha’s eyes pierce into his iron-flecked face like sharp blades.
Author.
A stalwart of the Yuan Dynasty who defeated a series of top masters from the Hunan and Hubei regions.
I missed it.
I was curious.
It’s not just about the looks, it’s about the nothingness…….
‘Interesting. Bum said he’d come if I called him.’
It was bizarre.
That was my first impression.
It was the height of indifference.
How could anyone be so expressionless?
At that moment, Ye Yunlang said with a big smile.
“Iron Gate Master, I’m so glad to see you, I didn’t expect to see you here…….”
“The job went easier than I thought it would. So I came by to pick you up quickly.”
“Oh, I see.”
Ye Yunlang’s expression was still bright as he replied.
The mere fact that he was there seemed to ease the tension.
Mu Hyun-jin and Wei Tagong follow with polite examples.
“Greetings, iron gatekeeper.”
A completely deferential attitude.
When Salmaha saw it, he was a little surprised.
“So it’s true.
On the way there, I heard the story from Zhang Mo-pil, Buntazu Buntazu of Open Qinghai.
About the great allocation of iron flow traces revealed at the time of the secret war with the arthropod swordzone Sotianak and others.
At the time, he said, several big names had recognized the status.
In particular, Yutagong, the strongest Safa clan in Hubei province, is…….
-Chen Wenzhou…… I will admit defeat. You are truly worthy of being called the First Martial God of Hunan, and…… you can also be said to be the foe of the Four Emperors in this era.
He said it in full view of everyone.
When I first heard about it, I wondered if it was a bit of an exaggeration.
Same here.
Look at the Weetagong standing there.
It’s the reigning champion of Hubei Province.
Just standing there, but the majesty that overwhelms the world seems to radiate from him with an intangible prayer.
Yes.
It’s a giant.
The so-called Black Sword Army diminished the stature of the star.
It wasn’t a name for nothing.
It was so imposing that you could say the sky was falling.
You don’t look like the kind of person who would bow down to someone easily.
Never…….
However, the arrival of the Iron Curtain validated the truth of civility.
The rookie who took on the giants.
And what about the person next to you?
Tenth Musung Muhyun Jinin.
He is the representative of the spirit of Mudang Mountain, the holy ground of the Zhengfa Daoist Murim.
He is the god of Gunggye Ilhak, symbolizing the martial arts, tradition, and history of the non-partisan sect, symbolized by the Gudo’s Uihyo.
When confronted by Chulyu Hyeon, who is one of the twin walls in the Hubei region, he was polite and respectful.
Now you know enough.
The presence of ironclad.
Then.
I heard the voice again, this time emotionless and unemotional.
“Well, let’s be polite and introduce ourselves. I’m the Iron Curtain of the White House.”
Salmaha smirked as the iron streamer hit the ground.
“Hoot. I’ll spare you the words, the way you dress.”
On the other hand, Kunlun Swordsmanship Unzha Heon was a member of the Taoist family and was formally recognized as such.
And with that simple greeting.
“Well, let’s get right to the point.”
With those words, Chulhuen glared at Salmaha’s face.
This position was created for one reason.
An unbreakable promise.
In other words, don’t interfere with each other.
Jang Mo-pil, the mediator of the opening, stepped in.
“Then let me summarize, and then we’ll see what you have to say. First of all, the position of the Great Power Martial Clan is that we do not allow any foreign powers to intervene in the affairs of the Sun Moon Sect, and in exchange, the Lord of the Iron Gate has prepared a special gift for you. More precisely, the Kunlun Divine Palace and the Asurama Sect have joined forces to cut off the remaining power support of the Sun Moon Sect.”
Salmaha frowned as he finished.
“No.”
Zhang Mo Pil’s expression hardened.
“Yes……?”
“Say it straight, it’s actually up to us to block the way, and…… Kunlun Temple is supposed to be a check and balance. Am I wrong?”
“Oh, I…… not that it necessarily is…….”
Zhang Mo Pil looked perplexed.
Because they’re not wrong.
Right then.
“Right.”
Ironclaw took a few steps forward and opened his mouth again.
“That’s a given. We need at least some safeguards.”
Jilcera Salmaha stepped in to close the gap.
“You don’t believe in this religion?”
“Yes, history has an answer.”
In other words, most of the bloodshed that has occurred in the great clans of the past has been caused by non-Ohma-oriented forces.
“Huh…… history…… that’s undeniable again.”
“You’ve been there, too.”
“What do you mean?”
“Minimum Safeguards.”
Then a faint glimmer appeared in Salmaha’s pupils.
‘No way…….’
Chullehorn gestured over the fence with his chin and continued in a deep voice.
“That’s why you snuck them in.”
Salmaha’s expression changed.
“……!”
The expressions on the faces of the members of the Deng Xiaochao Murim were also hardened.
“Who else?
When everyone was wondering.
-Don’t show yourself anymore. There is no point in hiding anymore.
Salmaha is back at full strength.
s…… s……
Only then did the faintest whispers from outside the walls nudge the group.
Extremely Intimate Unshin.
It’s a movement that’s neither slow nor fast.
It was as Chul Ryu Hyeon had said.
Sure enough, two in-young appeared silently in the sun-drenched garden.
His footsteps were so light you couldn’t even hear them crunching the ground.
It feels like it’s teaching me what it’s like to move like a feather.
That should give you an idea.
Realize that you’re a martial artist.
“My Lord.”
The outfits of the two demigods were identical.
It was a black robe in the form of a long cannon.
One.
The colors of the asura symbols on the pectorals were different.
One side is embroidered with gold thread and the other with silver thread.
Open Ocean Buntazhu Zhang Mofil, who recognized the identity of the two men at once, said succinctly.
“The two arcs of the Asuramite religion.”
Hohaku was the highest ranking teaching position within the Asurama religion.
They were both quite young in appearance.
Late twenties or early thirties.
First, the golden asura figure had a curly face, much like the Yang family’s beast of burden.
She was no different than a woman, only without Chapter.
The brow was a delicate line.
In contrast, the silver asura figure was like a ledger on a hoan.
He had a square jaw, beady eyes, a thick nose and full lips…… and a burly body that looked like a block of stone.
He literally exudes a sense of “manliness.
Then suddenly.
Chuck.
They clasped their hands together and moved.
It was a series of bizarre behaviors.
Keep your hips back and your chest together, and then alternate between holding hands and spinning your body around…….
Squiggle, squiggle, squiggle, squiggle.
A dance with no name.
At the same time, Salmaha’s complexion paled.
Crazy, don’t do that! How many times have I told you!
I didn’t even bother with the two signs.
Even after all that action.
“Immortal, Asurasvalta!”
They even shouted embarrassing slogans.
Then the two arcs were separated.
The golden asura sigil then nodded in agreement and said.
“Greetings, everyone, my name is Hu Shu-li, the golden guardian of our school. Oh, that’s not my real name, of course, because that’s the school code. This fellow next to me goes by the name Qin Zhongbi, which is the silver gatekeeper. By the way, the gesture you saw earlier was a gesture of greeting in the majesty of our school. If it was a bit intimidating, I apologize.”
Ye Yunlang and the others each had a blank look on their faces.
Threatening? What part of……?
He mumbles something about how pathetic the iron stains are.
“How feathery is your fortune, how feathery is your majesty.”
Salmaha’s face immediately fell when he heard that.
“Big! Back off!”
In response to such a nervous reaction, the golden-haired monk asked cautiously.
“Oops, didn’t you like our behavior? Let’s refine it further in the future.”
Salmaha gives him a fierce glare.
Oh, just shut up! Do you want me to kick you both out?
Meanwhile, Kunlun Temple Master Yun Zhahe was inwardly impressed.
‘Wow, that’s amazing, that you can read the signs of the two signs that no one else can…….’
I realized that the power of the Iron Streamer was phenomenal.
Salmaha, her face reddening, coughed and said, “I’m sorry.
“Kirkham, Kirkham…… I didn’t bring them here for any other reason. It’s like you said…….”
“I know.”
Chulhuen glanced at the group behind him.
“They’re all from political parties, so they’re probably wary.”
He said he didn’t care.
“You have a cool personality.”
Salmaha nodded.
“Quickly tie a knot.”
Chu Liuhui gestured lightly behind his back, and Ye Yunlang took out something in his bosom.
booklet.
“Give.”
Ye Yunlang quickly handed over the brochure.
Taking it in, Salmaha’s eyes faltered slightly.
<Asura Shinmu Sutra (阿修羅神武經)
The mysterious magic tome that was the only practiced artifact of the first master, Asura Shinma, …… has been around for hundreds of years.
Salmaha was in disbelief at first.
"This is the real thing. Are you satisfied?"
"So…… this is the price of cooperating……?"
"Yes."
"But how do I get this to……?"
"That's none of your business."
"……."
Salmaha thought for a moment, then asked.
"You know full well that if I get this, I'll be stronger, right?"
"I don't care if you're strong or weak."
"That means……."
"Just stay out of our territory, that's all."
Salmaha smiled at Chulryuhyeon's expressionless response.
"Hmph. That's right, now I'm clear. The mission to cut off the remaining power support of the Moon Cult is some kind of test, a test to see if you have the will to abide by the Mutual Inviolability, or not."
"I know."
The bluntly stated ironclad statement was left behind.
"Swallow or roast the entire organization, …… and don't let them take a step in our direction, and if they fail, we'll burn the last of their tracts."
"……!"
"I see you didn't know. There are only two volumes of the Asura Divine Scriptures. The other is held by the Kunlun Temple."
"Hmm……."
"Don't waste your time, make your decision right here."
The nonchalant voice of Ironclad.
I wonder if his consistent behavior was considered rude.
The eyes of the golden martial artist Hu Shulin and the silver martial artist Qin Zhongbi, who had been listening for a while, flashed with fierce intensity.
Then.
Koooooooooooooooooooooooo!
The heavens and earth are falling.
The pressure crushed them both, like a giant mountain of rock collapsing.
"LOL!
He was the intangible keeper of the Iron Stream.
Hu Shuli and Qin Zhongbi immediately became polarizing forces.
But.
Rattle, rattle, rattle……
Their legs trembled violently.
It's the effect of physical force.
For some reason, it was hard to breathe.
As if a celestial giant had absorbed all the air in the universe.
It was more than overwhelming, it was phenomenal.
I felt like I was going to be overwhelmed by the energy.
"Stop. They're just being loyal."
It is the voice of Salmaha who has endured the intangibles.
The iron streamers warned, their fearsome power now in full force.
"Take care of your facial expressions, there's no second time."
After flinching, Hu Shu Li and Qin Zhongbi lowered their heads.
"You're out of line."
Immediately afterward, Salmaha clutched the Asurasin Mugi tightly and declared in a stern tone.
"Good. I accept your offer. I promise to work with the Kunlun Divine Palace to thoroughly crack down on the number of members of the Moon Demon Sect, starting immediately."