Chapter 69

Chapter 69

Seven Lunar Holidays.
One of the sword techniques created for the Eighteen Great Masters by the Elder Adepts of the Martial Alliance.
It’s a practical translation of the highly restrained swordsmanship of the Zheng Sect, characterized by a constant stream of flesh.
Pod!
The blade of the outpouring of the Spiritualist’s sword cut the hem of Feng Shui’s robe.
No matter how fast he moved and changed his defense, the sword weeds of the Chiljeol Sword Style stuck to him like leeches.
Pot! Pot!
Another change in the Chiljeol Sword Formation came out of thin air and ruffled Bu Eunseol’s hair.
At that moment, Boon-Seol’s eyes lit up.
‘Chilgukguksik…… or something like that.’
With his beast senses heightened, Bu Eun-sul was able to grasp the sword principles of the Seven Festivals Sword Style.
‘It’s like when I first learned how to sword.’
Bu Eun-sul first learned swordsmanship in Hell City.
Even if it was an ordinary Hua Wu Thirty-Three Sword, when he unfolded it, the sword path turned into an unpredictable flesh.
This was because he had just mastered the Beast Dao, and his heart was filled with uncontrollable killing intent.
His unrestrained life has caused him to learn the beastly arts at a rate that defies the common sense of the martial arts, and every swordstroke he unleashes turns into a faint flesh.
‘Yoche is a martial artist who moves and kills beyond reason!
Realizing that this was a seven-day sword test, Bu Eun-sul sent his long sword behind his back.
Ziying.
Then, a powerful pressure surged out and turned the sword paths of the sword herbs that Ning Zhiyu was pouring out into a blur.
It was the ultimate, one-handed swordplay.
“Gummint tax?”
Ling Zhiwei was greatly perplexed when Bu Eun-sul demonstrated a sword technique that he thought was reserved for sword masters.
“Not a swordsman.”
Drawing on his inner qi to push back the pressure of the sword poleaxe, Ning Zhiyu swung his sword quickly.
Chirp!
Freed from the pressure of the Sword Poleaxe, Ning Zhiyu again used the Seven Festivals Sword Formation to cover the area around Bu Eunseol with a net.
“The sword tax can’t stop the Seven Days’ Sword Ceremony!”
The Seven Festivals Sword Ceremony at the top of the mountain took over the entire space around Bu Eunseol.
At that moment, a tiny crack in the sword poleaxe appeared, and Ning Zhiyue called out in joy.
“You don’t have much practical experience!
When he saw Bu Eunseol, who hadn’t even realized he’d been exposed, he quickly thrust his longsword forward.
Delete.
After much delay, Buunsul finally makes a defensive move,
“Hmph, you can’t stop the Seven Deadly Swords with such herbs.
With a sneer, Ning Zhiyu struck out with his sword, his air energy still in full force.
Boom!
At that moment, there was an explosion, and he was thrown backward like a bouncing ball.
-Waaaah!
At that moment, a cheer rang out from the mouths of the martial artists in the bleachers in the square.
The crucifixion of a representative of the political faction was pushed aside in one fell swoop! Bu Eun-sul’s crucifixion was as refreshing as if she had drunk a cool drink.
“Whew.”
As he tried to regain his footing, he spat blood from his mouth.
As the sword clashed with Bu Eunseol’s sword, a powerful force ripped through his body.
“Heavy Sword…….”
Ning Zhiyu looked devastated.
He realized that what Bu Eun-sul was using was a heavy sword, the heaviest and most domineering of all the Heavenly Sword Techniques.
“And this pore water level is…….”
There was no focus in the kneeling Young Master’s eyes. Not only his sword technique, but also his internal cultivation could not match Bu Yunxue’s level.
Since I mastered the sword, I’ve never been outnumbered like I am now.
“Ugh…….”
Ning Zhiyu looked down at the sword in his hand.
I can’t think of a way to break the heavy sword and sword polemic of the sword of the sword.
Was it because he had always walked the path without a single setback? As his sword techniques were broken one after the other, he was panicking, sweat pouring down his forehead.
“Alas, alas, I should have practiced a little more martial arts.”
As if barely able to compose himself, Ning Zhiyu looked at Bu Eunseol and sneered bitterly.
“I’m new to the martial arts world, so I don’t practice as much as other masters…….”
Wham!
His excuses didn’t hold up.
Bu Eun-Seol swooped down and sliced off Young Jiwi’s head.
“Yum.”
At the sudden attack, Ning Zhiyu quickly raised his sword.
Ching!
At that moment, a clear sound rang out, and Ning Zhiyue’s sword was cut into two pieces.
“Oh my God.”
Sword clashing with sword, damaging the weapon, is something you’d expect to see in a Samurai fight.
Furthermore, Bu Eun-sul used an old iron sword to cut off the lord’s sword.
This proves that the hollowing of the iron sword is more than twice as large as the hollowing injected into the iron sword by Young Jiwi.
“If you don’t want to die, go back to Mount Jumchang.”
Bu Eunsul, who had broken the spirit sword of Ying Zhiyu, said coldly.
“And for three years you shall hone your sword and your inner workings. After that, go forth again to the battlefield.”
“What, what…….”
Ning Zhiyu bit his lip at Bu Eunseol’s insulting advice.
He’s young and talented with a sword.
But compared to Bu Eun-sul, he’s just a greenhorn.
‘ugh…….’
It was only now that he realized it.
He realized that he had only survived so far because he hadn’t met the right people in the martial arts.
“You’re only looking out for …… because I’m a champion of the cause.”
In the Murim, if you stood up for a cause, you always got your ass handed to you. That’s always been the case, which is what makes today’s disgrace all the more humiliating.
But Bu Eun-sul said coldly.
“It’s not the name of the Great Master that saved your life, it’s the divination spear.”
He turned away without a second thought.
As Bu Eun-sul left the stage, Chu Wentian shouted out in a loud voice.
“The winner is the vice!”
But there was a strange silence in the square.
Cause champions are the rising suns of the clan, the people who will carry the party.
The gloriously renowned champion of a cause defeated by an unknown young man?
“Anyone who dares to challenge Bu Xiaohao, come offstage now!”
But there was a long silence in the square.
Bu Eun-sul’s movements and swordplay were more than just a mastery of the art, and there was no need to challenge a powerhouse who was on a roll.
“Boo So Hyeon is a qualifier!”
Hearing Chu Wentian’s shout, Bu Eunsul turned on his heel and left the square.
“That’s interesting.”
A tall pavilion built on the east side of the East Gate.
From there, a shadowy figure, looking down at the offstage area from a distance, spoke in a low voice.
“Even if you’ve mastered the Heavy Sword and the Sword Polemic, you can still defeat a lord who has mastered the Silent Sword and the Seven Festive Swords in one fell swoop.”
The shadow spoke again, eyes flashing in the darkness.
“Moreover, the sword herbs show that he has learned only the no-semester method in isolation, which means that there is a separate vacuum…….”
At the shadow’s muttering, the old man in front of him bowed his head.
“Why don’t you let Old Bok take a look at it?”
The Shadow shook his head.
“Forget it. Everything will be revealed at the council anyway. Just keep your eyes peeled for now.”
“I see.”
At the old man’s words, the shadow left the room, fading back into the darkness.
* * *
Bu Eun-sul spent the night in the guest room.
It wasn’t because I was tired or exhausted, it was because I had been wondering all day whether I should continue in this political contest.
‘It’s too good to be true.
It’s not surprising that the Martial Clan would send a Greatswordsman. The sharper the sword, the stronger the scabbard.
The problem is that, as if he knew where Bu Eun-sul was going, he followed her to the political convention.
“Is my behavior already exposed?
This is unlikely.
He’s been a fake face for a year, and his name, Bu Eunseol, is known to only a few of the Mazen’s leaders.
Even Pungwoon Daejoo Baekyeon was interfering with information about the snowfall.
If he wanted to assassinate Bu Eun-sul, he had plenty of opportunities on his way to Dongpyo Seorang.
‘It’s just a coincidence, after all.
Buunsul sat up and shook his head.
‘You’ve never gotten over your old habits.
The reason for the strong run was to get through the unexpected trials and risks.
However, he hasn’t yet let go of the old guard’s habit of analyzing every situation and predicting risks.
“Something to think about after the political convention.”
Bu Eun-sul exited the room and went to the square where the political convention was being held.
The preliminary rounds were already over, and the bracket of thirty-six masters was complete. At the end of tomorrow’s bimu, sixteen players will remain.
“Your next opponent is…….”
After checking the bracket, Bu Eun-sul turned around without hesitation.
Late night.
Sigh.
Stealthy footsteps sounded outside the door of Buunseol’s room.
It was a sound that even a practitioner with good hearing could ignore, but to Bu Eun-sul, who had mastered the beast dao, it was a blatant announcement of a visit.
“Hmm.”
But instead of going out the door, Bu Eun-sul walked toward the window.
“Ouch!”
There stood a black shadow that had somehow managed to cloak itself in darkness.
“You’ve got a pretty good eye.”
A black shadow rose from the darkness as Bu Eunseol found herself in the Great Hall.
“That’s a lot of skill for one guy to have…….”
The shadow’s confident voice did not continue. In one swift motion, Bu Eun-sul drew her sword and pressed it to the shadow’s throat.
“Is it raw milk processing.”
Swollen Snow’s eyes were burning red as charcoal.
In the darkness, he saw a shadow shrink to fit through the narrow window.
“All of a sudden, what does that mean?”
“Answer.”
A brilliance as intense as the sun shone from Bu Eun-sul’s eyes.
“If what comes out of your mouth is not an answer, but the wrong answer, you die.”
The flesh spilling out of her body looks like it could pierce the ceiling.
Pressed down by the terrifying momentum, the shadow spoke in a trembling voice.
“My subject is just the ‘Eliminating Muscles and Shrinking Bones’ technique, how can I learn alien technology like dairy products?“
Glaring at the shadows, Bu Eunseul spoke in a low voice.
“Who art thou?”
“I’m a nangin from Dongpyo Seorang.”
“I asked who it was.”
“It’s called a black, black mark.”
“Black marks?”
“Most of the romantics in the circle are hiding their past and are using pseudonyms.”
Swollen Snow’s eyes glowed coldly in the darkness.
“What do you want?”
“Boo, I’m here to ask you a favor.”
Slowly sheathing his sword, Bu Eunsul spoke in a cold voice.
“If you don’t want to die, don’t use any gimmicks in the future.”
Ironclad.
As the longsword slid into its scabbard, Black Mark felt his throat slit again.
“I’ve never been caught before.
I’ve always believed in the small muscle axis bone ball. But only today did I realize that it was just a trick for the true masters.
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
Bowing respectfully, he spoke in a low voice.
“I have a favor to ask. I’ll give you water and, of course, money.”
“I’m not a romantic.”
“It wouldn’t have been too difficult for Confucius.”
The black mark took a step closer, revealing a face shrouded in darkness.
I think he’s about ten or twelve years old now.
He was dressed in a black robe, but he was a handsome boy who hadn’t yet gotten over his wounds.
Bu Eunseol, who was staring at him, said briefly.
“Let’s see if he’s listening.”
“Thank you.”
Black Mark said in a low voice.
“I want you to kill your opponent tomorrow, Ikebana.”
“What?”
Bu Eun-sul asked, looking dejected.
“Do you know who the postcard is?”
Tomorrow, Bu Eun-sul’s opponent will be Ip Hwa, whose nickname was Nang Zhongkai.
You want me to kill him in a non-martial contest, a man who has the distinction of being the best of the best?
“Of course I know, he’s been a martial artist for a long time, and he’s one of the romantics who ruffles the feathers here.”
“Why would you want to kill him?”
“He’s done a lot of bad things, he’s done a lot of bad things.”
Black Mark, fists clenched tightly, said.
“Whenever I went out to a stronghold, I would secretly commit fornication, especially with children. Without even trying.”
Buunsul frowned.
Although he is a romantic, he is a postcard that is treated as an equal to Ming Hsiao of the political party. And yet he was an enemy of the state who committed heinous fornication?
“Proof?”
“None.”
Gritting his teeth, Black Mark said.
“He never does anything that will get him caught, and because he’s so experienced, and because his martial arts are so strong, no one dares to investigate his actions.”
Bu Eun-sul said in a low voice.
“So. You want me to kill a man you have no proof of in a political convention?”
Instead of answering, Black Mark reached for a small sheath on the table and slowly opened it.
Three round stones, shaped like cat’s eyes, glittered there. They were myoan stones, said to be worth a thousand pieces of gold each.
“That’s a pretty good substitute for proof.”
In the past, this would have been a laughing matter.
But Bu Eun-sul, who has a strong background as a killer, understands the power of money.
Money can buy anything.
If you have the money, you can have the ghosts. This was a common saying among the powerful.
“For that kind of money, you can kill people without evidence.”
The color drained from Black Mark’s face at Bu Eunseol’s words.
“Thank you!”
“But your math is wrong.”
Looking down at Myoanseol, Bu Eunseol smiled coldly.
“You can’t buy people with money.”