Chapter 43

The masked men moved in unison again and changed their moves.
“This is not the method we invented, so you won’t be able to recognize it!
The face of the chief masked man, who had been smiling at his conversion, turned pale and stiff at less than half an angle.
It was useless.
No matter what technique he used, Bu Eunseol was always swinging his sword at the weak spot.
“Argh!”
“Argh!”
Every time Bu Eun-sul swung her sword, the masked men fell like falling leaves.
“That bastard…… was a master of the True Law at that age!”
He was mistaken.
Bu Eunseol had never learned the True Art, and didn’t even know that they were using it.
However, since he had mastered the Nangyailan Secret Technique, he had been able to combine the Beast Dao with the Inner Void Core Technique to expand his senses.
This allowed him to preemptively defend against any moves they made and break the Qin Method.
“Crack!”
The three masked figures coughed up blood as they were grabbed by the throat by the outstretched sword.
He had merely slashed at the weak spot, and the masked figures in his defense had collapsed in a heap.
Watching the scene, the leader shouted urgently.
“Scatter!”
The masked men scrambled to break free.
But their fifteen companions were now down to ten.
“All the dancing is over.”
Buunseol sneered,
Thud.
The masked man clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.
“I didn’t know this guy was a master of the Qin Method.
The True Law is a force greater than any individual can wield. But when it breaks down, the damage it inflicts snowballs.
They had used the Qin Method in advance to kill the Ten Demon Warriors, only to find that the Qin Method had given them a deadly counterattack.
“If only we had just fought them, we could have easily dealt with them!
But it was too late.
The boss chewed on his regret and gritted his teeth.
“Strike!”
Numbers are absolute. No matter how strong Bu Eunsul was, she wouldn’t be able to defeat five spirit beasts.
But that was the boss’s second mistake.
“Argh!”
Another scream rang out.
Fighting without unleashing his True Qi, Bu Eunsun’s sword became more refined and sharper.
In fact, the sword techniques of the masked men were also very exquisite, and they had a lot of experience.
Each of them were capable of making a statement even if they went up against the strongest, but they were no match for Bu Eunseol.
‘How can this be…….’
The leader’s eyes shook as he looked at his subordinates falling to the ground.
It wasn’t a great sword technique, nor was it an amazing herbivore.
But with each swing of his sword, a mist of blood rose up.
Tuuk.
The battle lulled for a moment as another masked man fell.
”Did the battlefield intentionally spread false information?”
The boss shouted at Bu Eunseol.
“You clearly said that you hadn’t learned vacuum swordsmanship!”
“I’m not a martial artist.”
“What?”
“It’s just a struggle for survival.”
Up until now, Bu Eunseol had always had to deal with someone stronger than him.
She didn’t even bother to calculate her chances of survival; she just did everything in her power to defeat the looming shadow of death.
“Bullshit! How can you fight without using martial arts!
“I can kill my enemies without martial arts.”
At the Ten Demon Warriors’ Tournament, Bu Eun-sul killed the strongest man, Liu Yun-kang, without ever learning any martial arts.
“The difference between life and death is not how good you are at martial arts, but who can inflict a fatal wound on your opponent.”
After staring off into the distance for a moment, Bu Eunsul turned to the bosses and said.
“You lost because you thought you had absolute supremacy in a life-or-death match.”
“What nonsense.”
“You were convinced you could kill me from the start.”
A northern wind seemed to blow around Bu Eun-sul’s body as she looked at the masked men.
“You thought you would never die.”
Houdou.
Wiping off the droplets of blood on his rusted iron sword, Feng Shui muttered lowly.
“The moment you raise your sword against an enemy, you must see your own death.”
His mutterings echoed in their ears like the breath of the Grim Reaper.
-In order to kill an enemy, you must be prepared for your own death.
She was saying this.
“We were mistaken.
They all thought of themselves as hunters.
The enemy was always the prey, and they were confident that once they caught it, they would be able to kill it.
“Here we go again.”
After sweeping the masked men away, Bu Eun-sul raised her sword.
Some of the masked men’s pupils shrank as they looked into her cold, still eyes.
The fear that they might become the hunted was gripping them.
“Dai, Daiju.”
One of the terrified masked men cautiously approached the boss.
“We’re outnumbered now. We need to retreat.”
“Retreat?”
“Yes. We need to retreat first, and then we need to get the musketeers to reinforce our forces so we can try again…….”
Paaaaah!
A thick bloodbath erupted from the masked man’s neck.
The boss had just blown his subordinate’s head off.
Duduk.
Wiping the blood off his face, the boss shouted in anger at his men.
“There is no retreat in this order! If you are killed for showing your back, you will be dishonored even in death!”
“Is honor more important than life?”
The leader snorted at Bu Eun-sul’s question.
“Of course honor is more important than life for a Madhu like you, but we are different.”
“Different in what way?”
“We don’t raise our swords for the glory of a single god.”
The leader’s eyes were filled with blind loyalty.
“Even if we fail, we can die with honor.”
“You’re welcome.”
Ironcluck.
Blue flashes of light flashed in the pupils of the swollen eyes as he twisted the iron sword.
“There is no honor in a coffin!”
Lightning bolt.
Fengyun, the Fengyun of the Huayu Sword Gate, the flesh sword of Chen Yunguang was about to unfold in Fengyun’s hand again.
“Strike!”
The boss shouted to his subordinates,
Push!
With the sound of wind being sucked out, the masked men stopped moving.
“…….”
They looked at each other and grabbed each other by the throat as if they had made a promise.
Before they knew it, Bu Eunseol’s iron sword, which was as sharp as a grim reaper’s nails, sliced through their carotid arteries like lightning.
Kuung. Thud.
With the dull sound of dripping blood, the three masked men fell to the ground like logs.
The boss stood in front of them, but they couldn’t even see how he had performed the sword technique.
“Bu Eunseol.”
The boss looked at Bu Eunseol and said in a low voice.
“You’ve…… already become a majong.”
Shuuuu!
A fountain of blood began to gush from the boss’s neck.
“Even as a ghost, I will curse you.”
He glared at the swollen snow with vengeance,
KUONG.
He fell to the ground like a log.
Thud.
As the last of the masked men fell, Bu Eunseol sheathed her rusted sword.
Bloodshed.
As she looked at the corpses strewn about, her eyes turned a color darker than darkness.
It was a scene she’d seen all over the map of Hell, and she’d thought she’d never see anything like it again.
But now he realized.
He realized that where he stood was the center of a blood- and flesh-soaked hell, and that Eunwon could not escape.
Dagdag.
Just then, a carriage rushed toward the reeds with the sound of hooves.
Purrrrr.
With a jostling sound, the carriage stopped right in front of Bu Eunseol.
Ding.
The carriage door opened, revealing a middle-aged man with a rock-hard expression.
It was the Fengyun Grand Master, Bai Yan.
“You’ve spread yourself wide open.”
Bai Yan swept the corpses lying everywhere.
“Well, it must have been a good experience.”
“My lord.”
Bu Eunseol asked, lightly.
“How did you know to come here?”
“It’s nothing to know your whereabouts.”
He smirked, looking down at Bu Eun-sul’s haggard face.
“I see you’ve been treated poorly on the way home, as is the wont of the narrow-minded.”
By the tone of his voice, he seemed to expect that she would not ride in the carriage and that she would be attacked on the way home.
“Who are they?”
Baekyeon didn’t answer, but got off the carriage and studied the masked men.
He noticed not only their faces, but also the weapons and cloths they were holding. He examined not only their faces, but also the weapons they held, the cloth they wore, and the belongings they hid under their clothes.
“It’s you.
Bai Yan’s eyes flashed as he examined them all.
“You’re a pain in the ass.
“My lord.”
Bu Eunseol asked again, and Baekyeon waved her hand.
“Let’s go back and talk.”
She pointed to the carriage she was riding in.
* * *
Qingfeng Residence.
This is where Lord Dancheng stays.
After arriving at the Nanyagak with Bai Yan, Bu Eunsul sat down at a table set up in the guest chamber of Qingfengjie.
“Pick me up.”
Dan Cheng, sitting across from her, extended his hand.
He took it.
He lifted the lid of the teacup, and white steam rose, releasing a clear fragrance that seemed to wash away the lungs.
Staring at the dark brown color of the tea, Bu Eun-sul asked.
“Is this Oolong tea?”
“Have you ever drunk it before?”
When Dan Qing looked surprised, Bu Eun-sul shook her head.
“I’ve only heard stories.”
“Stories?”
Bu Eun-sul recounted the details of her encounter with Red Bung at the Wenlou Electricity Plant.
“I can’t believe the old man who caught him is still alive.”
After hearing the whole story, Dan Qing sighed.
“After gnashing his teeth for so long, he finally acknowledged me at the Huaou Gate and the Bai Horse Temple.”
“Since you’re the one who ascended to the three horses, you must be a great…… person, right?”
Dan Qing faintly opened his eyes at Bu Eunsul’s words.
“No problem. In the past, he was a demon lord who took infinite pleasure in crushing the heads of those who bothered him.”
Bai Yan’s brow furrowed slightly as he said.
“Seeing as how the old man has his eye on this kid, I’m guessing he has something else up his sleeve.”
Hearing that, Bu Eunseul couldn’t help but be curious and asked.
“Does the status of an elderly sect master allow him to defy a demon sect master?”
Dan Qing smiled bitterly.
Bu Eunsul’s martial arts prowess was better than anyone else’s. However, he was completely ignorant of the Martial Realm situation and the Fang Sect.
“In an alliance of the same size as the Demon Warriors, status is not that important.”
Dan Qing began to explain to Bu Eunsul in detail.
“The Demon Warriors’ power is divided between the Demon Warriors’ faction, the Senate’s faction, and the Ten Doors’ faction. The Senate, in particular, has a great deal of say in the matter.”
He paused for a moment before speaking again.
“In particular, Red Bung of the Senate Hall is secretly building a power of his own. Away from the eyes of the Warlords, as if to sneakily pick another pocket.”
“I see.”
Dan Qing smiled at Bu Eunsul’s answer.
“It’s the inherent sickness of an organization that’s more of a federation than a master. Power is scattered in pieces…… and there are all sorts of noble circles and schemes to gain more power.”
Bu Eunseol nodded.
“It seems like it would be a difficult task to control a place where martial artists of all sects are gathered.”
“Actually, from a power standpoint, the same is true of the schools that lead to the Four Treasures. You need that much power to lead the lower levels.”
Dancheng said.
“That’s why the highest level of martial arts is only taught to master masters, and then divided into first and second level disciples, and so on, so that the lower levels of martial arts can be taught differently.”
“Is that the case in the main hall?”
Dan Qing chuckled at Bu Eunseol’s blunt question.
“Hahaha, of course we’re different. As long as you master the martial arts properly, you’ll be a prodigy. We’re too lax in discipline.”
Laughing, Dan Qing turned to Bu Eunsul.
“So. What happened to you after you entered the palace?”
Bu Eun-sul met Lord Manbat and went to the Manmayujing Pavilion.
She explained in detail how she had met Liang Gak, Ko Gunping, and others, and how she had taken the test of the five herbs.
But she left out things like what she had said about Liu Lianyung and what Bai Zhenchuan had told her.
When he got to the part about being ambushed by the masked men on the way back, a spark flashed in Dan Cheng’s eyes.
“Ambushed?”
A chill ran through Dan Qing’s voice.
“You dare to ambush a disciple of mine?”