Chapter 1

Chapter 1

The child was an orphan.
Abandoned so early, he had no name.
Until he met Bu Zhanyang, an undertaker who specialized in burying the dead.
-I thought you were hiding in the snow…….
It’s winter, and a fierce north wind blows.
As he watched the child crouch under a snowy tree, he reached out his hand.
-If you don’t follow me.
The child sat up, his eyes unfocused, and held out his hand, frozen white as the flesh of a fish.
And that child, who took Ms. Bu Zhan’s surname, was named Silver Snow.
* * *
The Temple of Peace.
A small undertaker who attended to those who had no relatives or who had come to visit at Pocheng’s request.
Inside the Ping’an Mortuary.
The body of a middle-aged man was placed on a wooden platform.
In front of him stood a gray-haired old man and a small child, facing each other.
This was Ms. Bu Zhan, the goatherd who runs the Pyeonganjang Hospital. And Bu Eun-sul.
“Mmm.”
Bu Eunseol was examining the corpse on the salt-wetting table with a very serious look in her eyes.
“Seol-ah.”
“Yes.”
Buunseol’s eyes narrowed as she studied the body.
With her snow-white skin and dark eyes, she could easily be mistaken for a girl if her dark eyebrows were trimmed into half-moons.
“Now tell me.”
“I’ll take one more look.”
But unlike her beautiful hair, Bu Eunseol’s voice was cold and low.
It was a low, dry voice, like a midwinter wind.
“Mm.”
After clearing her throat, Bu Eunseol examined the corpse carefully.
“It looks like a Murin.”
“Murin?”
“Yes. Judging from his well-proportioned muscles, he must have practiced martial arts since childhood.”
Smiling, Bu Zhanyang blinked at Jimmy.
“How is that possible? You’re so thin, and you don’t have calluses on your hands.”
Shaking his head, Bu Zhanyang pointed to the corpse’s hands.
“Swordsmen who have mastered the sword arts always have calluses on their hands, but this man has none.”
Swordsmen who practice swordsmanship day in and day out naturally have calluses on their hands because they grip their hilts so tightly.
But the corpse before him had hands as soft as a woman’s, and there was no sign of calluses.
“There are special techniques in the Wulin called Paokshu and Tiankangshu, which can remove calluses from your hands if you master them.”
“So this man is a sword master who has mastered the special technique?”
“No.”
Bu Eun-sul shook her head confidently.
“This person hasn’t learned any special techniques.”
“Then why doesn’t he have the characteristics of a swordsman?”
“Because this person is a master of the Zidang Quick Sword.”
“Hmph, why?”
Smiling, Bu Eunsul pointed to the left broad leg of the middle-aged man’s body.
“This man’s left leg is misshapen and muscular, just like a master of each of the arts.”
“Couldn’t he just be a master of the art?”
“No, it’s not. This is clearly a master of the Zidang Flying Sword, which requires the lower body to be firmly planted in the ground to extend.”
Bu Eun-sul pointed to the muscles in the middle-aged man’s left leg on the salt-wetting table.
“If he was a master of each art, he would have developed muscles in the buttocks and front of the thigh that could add power to his kicks.”
Bu Eun-sul pointed to the sole and calf of the corpse’s foot.
“Only this one, however, has the most developed muscles in the front of his left calf. That’s proof that he has mastered the Zidang Flying Sword.”
“Hahaha.”
Bu Zhanyang patted Bu Eunseol’s head in delight.
“There’s nothing left for you to teach her anymore.”
It was always like this.
As the two old men cleaned the corpses, they would always talk about the cause of death, what was the fatal wound, and so on.
“It seems that even the master of the Zidang Sword was unable to escape the darkness after all.”
Bu Zhanyang pointed to the area around the corpse’s neck.
There was a gaping wound there, like the two wings of a butterfly.
“He must have timed his sword strike to cut the carotid artery in one fell swoop. Two enemies, perhaps. Both of them must have been masters of memorization.”
Miss Bu Zhan clicked her tongue.
“One must always be careful of one’s last move if one wishes to wield a one-hit kill.”
Bu Zhan Yang began to carefully clean the corpse, chatting with Bu Eunseol.
“Hmph, so it’s a premeditated murder this time.”
This time, it was a young man whose face had been brutally mutilated.
“His grudge is at its peak, that’s why he has such a scar.”
Bu Zhanyang and Bu Eunseol carefully began to salt the body.
Humming.
When they finally finished, a loud gurgling sound rang out from Bu Eun-sul’s stomach, signaling the end of their work.
“Hahaha, your belly clock is always right on time.”
As Bu Eun-sul hung her head in shame, Ms. Bu Zhan looked up at the sun rising in the middle sky.
“Shall we go to the guest house for dinner tonight?”
“No, no. Just eat noodles, and I’ll boil them for you.”
Ms. Bu Zhan’s expression darkened as she shook her head dubiously.
The salt servants who take care of the guests.
They are the lowest of all the goats and are treated even worse than the white goats.
They are the lowest of the goats and are treated even worse than the white goats.
People call them bad luck, and they’re often shunned by guests.
Knowing this, Bu Eun-sul didn’t go out of her way to be a pacifist.
“Right. Let’s do it.”
The two old men sat down and began eating noodles.
Although the only side dish was pickled radish, Bu Eun-sul was happy to eat, and she was happy to eat.
It was a warm meal that they hadn’t dared to eat as orphans.
And there was her grandfather, Bu Zhanyang, who gave her a warmer gaze.
“What are you looking at?”
“Oh, nothing.”
Bu Eun-sul was happy anyway.
She hoped that there would be more days like this, and that this life would last for a long time.
* * *
Deep into the night.
A lantern was lit in the single room of the Medicine Man.
Bu Zhan Yang was sitting at the wooden table, reading a book, and Bu Eun-sul was sleeping soundly in the corner of the room.
“You’re wrong.”
“Huh?”
“He didn’t stab her from behind, he must have fixed the weapon and pushed her away.”
Even in her dream, Bu Eun-sul was analyzing the cause of death while salting.
“This guy. What a heavenly goat.”
Bu Zhanyang smiled at the sight.
This is a grandson that wouldn’t hurt to put in his eyes.
In truth, he had never married or had children. But since he brought Bu Eun-sul home, he has discovered the true flavor of life.
The happiness of warmth.
Green.
Just then, he heard the wind blowing in the distance.
But with his keen hearing, Bu Zhan Yang realized it was the sound of a frighteningly fast lightning strike.
“…….”
Bu Zhanyang’s face turned cold as he stood up.
“You don’t come, I don’t come.
Those with good intentions don’t come to you, and those who come to you don’t have good intentions.
“Huh.”
After extinguishing the flames, Bu Zhanyang quietly left the room.
He opened the gate and slowly walked out.
Whirring.
A light breeze blew in, and the pitch-black sky seemed to turn even darker.
Bu Zhanyang stood at the gate, his eyes closed.
He looks like he’s deep in thought, but in reality, he’s using the peak of the Void Eavesdropping Technique to scour through the three hundred sheets.
“That’s it.”
After reopening her eyes, Bu Zhanyang muttered to herself in disbelief.
He went back into the room and woke up Bu Eunseol.
“Seol.”
“Yes. What?”
“Do you want to play corpse again tonight?”
“Tonight?”
Bu Zhanyang looked at Bu Eunsul who rubbed her eyes and said in a sweet voice.
“This corpse game is a little different. You must not come out until the sun rises.”
“Until the sun rises?”
“Yes. If you succeed this time, I’ll give you the robe and sword you’ve been sleeping on.”
“A robe and sword?”
Bu Eun-sul’s eyes widened.
Because he was still young, he didn’t have a suitable robe and sword, so he had always been sleeping with Bu Zhanyang.
But she had always refused, saying that she was not yet old enough to wear a robe and sword.
“I’ll do it.”
An excited Bu Eun-sul was about to enter one of the coffins, but Bu Zhan-yang stopped her.
“This time, we’re going into the iron coffin.”
“An iron coffin?”
An iron coffin is literally a coffin made of iron.
Long ago, when Bu Eun-sul asked what the iron coffin was for, Bu Zhan-yang had said
-This is the coffin for your grandmother when she dies.
“No, I don’t like iron coffins…….”
Feeling puzzled, Bu Eun-sul shook her head, and Bu Zhan-yang smiled benevolently.
“Don’t worry, this old lady is just taking the test so that she can buy you a robe and sword.”
“Really?”
“Of course. When has she ever broken a promise?”
I patted her head gently, and she smiled and nodded.
“I see!”
A clang.
Bu Zhan Yang’s eyes clouded over as he watched Bu Eun-sul enter the iron coffin.
“Guy.
Purr.
Just then, another cracking sound sounded, and the smile on Bu Zhanyang’s face stiffened.
‘Jab, jab, jab.
He walked out of the gate with a cold expression and stood tall as a monk.
How much time had passed?
“The Seven Pointed Demon Sword, Bu Zhanyang.”
Just then, a low voice sounded in Bu Zhan Yang’s ear.
“You’ve finally caught your tail.”
When Bu Zhan Yang opened his eyes, a man in black stood upright and approached him.
His swordplay was astonishing.
“Don’t hit me.”
Bu Zhan Yang let out a deep sigh.
“I haven’t heard that name in a long time.”
The Seven Deadly Sins, Miss Buzan.
Master swordsman.
A martial artist who chopped off three of his own fingers to train in the martial arts.
A great killing star who hunted down and slaughtered many of the great masters of the Faction, even those who had gone into hiding.
He terrorized the Martial Realm and rose to the position of Vice-Master of the Demon Hall, the so-called Martial Realm Alliance.
He was a master who had achieved all the glory that a mere mortal could achieve.
“So that’s how you wanted to live.”
The black man looked at Bu Zhanyang and smiled coldly.
“You’ve abandoned your former role as a vassal, and now you’re hiding out like a rat, pretending to be a vassal to …… the bums, and hiding like a rat. It’s a dog’s laugh.”
“Hahaha.”
Miss Bu Zhan let out a low laugh and shook her head.
“The reason the old man took up dyeing was to atone for the wrongs he had done.”
“Atonement?”
“For those who died at Nobu’s hands for keeping the peace.”
Bu Zhan Yang’s eyes were blank as he continued.
“But the Martial Sect has once again…… created someone like Nobu.”
Bu Zhan Yang could tell that the man in black was doing exactly what he had done in the past.
“Well, it would be a shame if Nobu were still alive. He’s the greatest disgrace to the sect.”
“If you know, kill yourself.”
“You’ll end up like me, abandoned. Like me.”
“You don’t seem to care.”
The black man smiled smugly.
“Do you think this body will be used as a tool to slaughter the Forsaken like you?”
“It’s the same end for a mole who hides his true identity and travels the land slaughtering masters. Isn’t it?”
In fact, Bu Zhanliang was not a madman slaughtering masters, but a double agent who had been nurtured by the Wuling Clan with all their might.
“The Martial Sect has long cultivated double agents like Old Man and you to slaughter the pesky Zheng Sect, to cook the Zheng Sect to their liking, and to rule the Martial Sect.”
“You talk too much.”
“Only because I’ve traveled this same road before.”
The black man snorted.
“Are you asking me to treat you like a senior?”
“Of course not. There’s no up and down in threshing.”
Miss Bu Zhan shook her head with a bitter smile.
“I’m asking you to stop doing this now.”
“You’re welcome.”
The black man shook his head, reaching for a plaque at his waist.
“Miss Buzan. Don’t think that because you’ve been through what you’ve been through, that others will go through the same thing.”
The plaque he held out glittered with a brilliant array of colors and was engraved with the words “Shengyu”.
It marked him as a member of the Shengyu Clan, one of the Seven Great Clans of the Martial Alliance.
“I am not like you. I don’t hide my identity, and I’ve openly enlisted enemies of the Martial Alliance, and I will rise to power.”
The black man smiled with ambition.
“After dealing with you, you’ll be granted the status of at least Vice Danzu…… maybe even Danzu.”
“I see.”
Miss Bu Zhan exhaled a cloudy breath.
“You really are different from me.”
The black man was indeed different from himself.
He had been bred by the Martial Masters to not only obey their commands, but to bite down and devour them.
“If you knew, you’d die a good death.”