Chapter 41

Outside, we see a beautiful garden of vaporizing flowers.
Manmaheon.
The name makes it sound like a place where all kinds of demons are gathered, but it’s actually decorated just like Mureungdowon.
Humming.
As I walked along the path, I saw a small pond next to the sprawling flower garden. A picturesque pavilion was built in front of it.
Inside the pavilion, a refreshment table was set up, and a fresh-faced old man was sitting there.
“Have a seat.”
The old man casually stretched out his hand and offered me a seat.
His voice was very low and small, but it contained an irresistible power.
When Bu Eun-sul sat down, the old man pointed to the teacup.
“Drink.”
People who have spent their lives giving orders to others naturally have an overbearing aura.
Bu Eun-sul could tell that the old man in front of her was not only in a high position, but also in command of many people.
“The old man personally picked the jade flower leaves and dried them.”
Gulp.
After taking a sip, Bu Eun-sul set the teacup down and the old man asked.
“How do you like it?”
From the look on his face, it was clear that he wanted her to evaluate the flavor.
After thinking for a moment, she said briefly.
“I’m not sure.”
“You’re not sure?”
“I’ve hardly ever had tea before.”
The old man looked puzzled, as if he already knew her background.
“Not even on the most dire of days. Are you saying that you haven’t had a proper cup of tea?”
“It was a place where they dealt with people who came in without ointment.”
Bu Eun-sul spoke up.
“Even then, it was mostly work for the government, so they only paid me the price of a coffin.”
“Hmph.”
“Most of all, they didn’t want me to go out as a guest, so I made my food at home and my tea with fresh water.”
“Why?”
“I didn’t like being looked at with disdain.”
Bu Eun-sul’s eyes clouded as she recalled those days.
“I always had a bad odor that wouldn’t go away, so I’d get kicked out of restaurants, and if I was lucky enough to get in, I’d have to drink my food like water.”
“I see.”
The old man smiled wistfully.
“The Oolong tea from Mount Gummi, where the Nangya Pavilion is located, is second to none. The old man wanted you to compare it to Jade Flower Tea.”
The old man’s mouth watered again, and he looked at Bu Eun-sun.
“But apparently, you haven’t even been treated to a proper meal, let alone a cup of Oolong tea.”
“I was busy practicing martial arts as soon as I entered.”
“Of course. Nangyagak won’t even treat you as a disciple if you don’t master the martial arts properly.”
The old man smiled wryly.
“Then enjoy the old man’s tea to your heart’s content today, and give me a review next time.”
He poured another cup of tea into Bu Eun-sul’s teacup.
“Do you know who Nobu is?”
“I’ve only heard that this is the residence of the Grand Patriarch.”
“An elder lord? He’s just the most idle of all the old people who can’t die.”
This old man was none other than the Elder of the Demon Warriors, the Elder Lord, Red Fang.
Blood Demon, Red Fang
He was the third of the Three Demons, the highest ranked of the Three Demons, the one who had reached the highest level of the Martial Realm.
His reputation was renowned throughout his long career, and the number of Sect masters who perished at his hands is incalculable.
Such a fearsome demon lord with such a fearsome reputation is an old man with the appearance of a god.
“Nangyagak’s disciple, Bu Eunsul, is here to see you, Elder.”
When Bu Eun-sul stood up and formally introduced himself, Red Fang narrowed his eyes.
“That’s a bit different from what I’ve heard.”
Then he said something that was a little different from the compliments he had heard so far.
“I’ve heard that you’ve practiced martial arts late in life, but your joints and muscles are all soft. You also have a solid foundation in the inner arts.”
Red Bing seemed to be able to judge Bu Eunseol’s musculature and internal qigong level with just a quick glance.
“Is he testing me?
Bu Eun-sul thought for a moment before answering.
“When I was a child, I learned how to breathe by playing coffin crawling.”
“Breathing?”
“It wasn’t until I entered the main hall that I realized it was the Yun Qi To Nab method.”
“So you didn’t learn martial arts later in life, but you didn’t realize that you had practiced it since childhood.”
“That’s right.”
“I see.”
Red Bung’s answer was ambiguous and could mean two things.
“I knew it,” he said, ”but I didn’t think so.
“You’ve been working as a dyer in Huangzhou all your life?”
“Yes.”
“Hmm.”
Red Bing’s eyes were fixed on Bu Eunseol.
But his gaze was far away, as if he was looking at something far away.
“Well, such things are not important.”
Red Bing muttered lowly, a sharp glint radiating from his eyes.
“I’ll be straightforward.”
The light from his eyes seemed to pierce through Bu Eunseol’s body.
“After you finish your training at Nangya Pavilion, you will enter the main hall.”
“You mean the main hall……?”
“Yes.”
Dagrak.
Red Bing’s eyes grew even sharper as he wiped away a few drops of water from the lid of his teacup.
“Nangyagak is said to be included in the Ten Doctrines, but it has a system that does not lend itself to being called a breakwater.”
His voice didn’t come out of his mouth, but struck down from the sky like a thunderbolt.
“There is no better place to learn the martial arts, but for the fulfillment of one’s ambitions, Nangyagak is too narrow.”
Dalgrak.
“A great man must play in a great place, and by the time you finish your training at Nangya Gak, which will be in three years or so, you will be a great man.”
Dalgrak.
Red Bung brushed off the lid of his teacup as he spoke.
“When that time comes, the old man will inform the High Priestess that he intends to enlist you as a member of the Dark Sky Battalion.”
The Dark Heavenly Battalion.
Along with the Heavenly Slayers and the Immortals, the Dark Heavenly Battalion is one of the most elite units of the Demon Warriors.
They were the most elite unit directly under the Demon Lord, and had the most power to deal with “anything” that stood in their way.
But to put a kid who had just left Nangya Academy into the Dark Heavenly Army?
“I don’t know if you realize it, but by joining the Dark Tower, you’re putting yourself in the best possible position to become the leader of the warband.”
Dahlgrak.
Red Bung drained his teacup again, and asked dully.
“So, what do you say. Will you accept the old man’s offer?”
After a moment of deep consideration, Bu Eun-sul stared into Red Fang’s eyes and said bluntly.
“I’ll refuse.”
Ding dong.
At that moment, Red Fang’s hand stopped brushing the teacup lid.
He just stopped brushing the lid off the teacup.
But at that moment, an unknown sense of unease and crisis enveloped the room.
The calm air in the pavilion felt heavy as lead, and the bright sky seemed to turn black.
“Why.”
The smile in Red Bing’s eyes vanished.
That alone seemed to change his appearance from fresh to demonic.
“I can’t afford to think about such things just yet.”
“Can afford?”
“To cultivate the Nangyagak Martial Art, you have to risk your life every day.”
Bu Eun-sul replied in a calm voice.
“If I were guaranteed such a position even before I learned the martial arts, I would be able to…….”
After taking a breath, Bu Eun-sul spoke in a strong voice.
“I would be lulled into a false sense of security, and I would never be able to master Nangyagak’s martial arts.”
“Huhuhuh…….”
Red Feng, who had been laughing lowly, suddenly burst into a fit of mania.
“Hahahaha…… hahahaha!”
His heaven-shaking laughter contained an unimaginably powerful inner force.
“Hahahahaha! Wahahahaha!”
As the roar of his laughter rang out, the earth shook and clouds seemed to be swept away into the distant sky.
As the tremendous seismic waves shook his body, Bu Eunsun’s insides churned, and sweet blood rose in his throat.
“Good.”
The sharp glint in Red Bing’s eyes faded as he stopped laughing, and a gentle aura spread across his face.
“Not a bad attitude for an unattended.”
Dahlgrak.
Nodding, Red Bung gently stroked the lid of his teacup again.
The uneasy air that had been clogging the gazebo seemed to be cleansed again.
“We’ll see.”
Ding ding.
Red Bing, the teacup lid completely covered, spoke in a low voice.
“In three years, we’ll see what kind of man you’ve become.”
Then he fixed his gaze not on the snow, but on the flower garden.
It was an unspoken congratulation.
“Of course.”
Sighing deeply, Bu Eun-sul turned away.
She turned and walked slowly back the way she’d come.
Tuk-tuk.
With each step, thick beads of sweat dripped from her forehead onto the hem of her robe.
He kept a straight face, but his top was soaked through with sweat.
‘If I hadn’t been so modest…….’
Buunsul bit his lip as he paced slowly.
When she said the words, “I refuse,” an indescribably huge fleshly mass enveloped her body.
What if the reason for the refusal had been something that seemed trivial to him, or that he didn’t like?
‘The old man would have cut off my breath immediately.
Jurrrrrr.
Another thick bead of sweat broke out on his forehead and rolled down his cheek.
The wall. For the first time, Bu Eunseol felt the massive walls.
Elder pole, red roof.
He had a transcendent airway that was unlike any of the masters she had ever seen.
With the flick of a finger, he could crush her like a bug.
‘To be a martial arts master is a high and difficult task, and I’ve been very lucky so far.
In the past, there were monstrous superhumans in the Martial Realm who had reached unimaginable…… heights.
He knew in his bones that he still had a long way to go before he could exact his revenge.
Squeak.
Finally, Bu Eunseol walked out the door,
Swoosh.
A faint shadow loomed behind the pavilion where Red Bung sat.
It was a frail-looking young man dressed in a courtier’s attire. It was Shen Yue, the man who had escorted Bu Eun-sul to Manbakdang.
“I’ve never seen anyone reject an elderly man’s offer with a single blow.”
Red Fang said bluntly without turning his head.
“What do you think of him?”
“He’s definitely capable.”
Shen Yue’s voice was serious.
“Even if it’s his first time, it’s no coincidence that he was able to stop the last one of the great lords.”
“After all, it’s not the Hua Wu Sword Technique.”
“It’s a flesh sword that even the creator of the Lightning Blade, Tian Yun Guang himself, has yet to perfect.”
Shen Yue’s eyes narrowed as she lowered her head.
“If he could use it in such a short period of time after teaching it to him, Chen Yunguang wouldn’t be a party leader, but at least a division leader.”
Shen Yue said in a very serious voice.
“That Hua Wu Sword Gate was the one who predicted him to be an expert. I don’t know about anything else, but he definitely has genius qualities when it comes to sword arts.”
“Hmph.”
Red Bing snorted lowly.
“We’ll have to wait and see. See which side he chooses.”
“I see.”
With his head bowed, Shen Yue’s figure faded away again.
Red Fang slowly picked up his teacup as if nothing had happened.