Chapter 79

Self.
Two shadows flickered across the collapsed roof, and before she knew it, an old man and a middle-aged man with the appearance of a coffin stood before her.
“Lang, langju!”
Seeing the two of them, Jadehorse Fang was greatly surprised and lowered his head.
A middle-aged man with a fresh, clean-cut appearance, clad in a blue robe, he was Dao Ming, the langju of the Dongpyo School, who had left four years ago to train in the Lung Kwan.
“How have you been, Jade Jade.”
“How did I suddenly get here…….”
“Not suddenly.”
At that moment, the old man beside him shook his head.
He was an old servant, Yangsha, who had faithfully served Dao Ming for more than twenty years.
“Lang Zhu had already returned to Dongfeixing Hall for the political convention.”
“From the beginning of the political convention?”
When Okhobang opened his mouth, Yang Sha sighed.
“In the first place, Lang Zhu only wanted you to take care of the Dongxiao Clan. I didn’t want you to use your infernal blood to rise to power.”
“That, that’s…….”
When Okhobang broke out in a cold sweat at the revelation of his darkness, Do Myung held out his hand.
“Don’t blame him, if it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t have been able to leisurely practice my lung cultivation for four years.”
He smirked and looked at Okho Bang.
“After I left, the Infernal Blood Castle went after Hoshitamtamtam Bon Lang, and without the Jade Pole, the Dongxiao Clan would have been destroyed. The remaining members of the group would have scattered and belonged to the Infernal City.”
“Lang, langju…….”
Ok Hobang showed tears of regret.
Although Dao Ming was a strong and accomplished martial artist, he had no ambition to grow his cultivation.
Always dissatisfied with that, Jade Horror had planned to use the power of the Infernal Blood for four years to grow his power and push back Dao Myung.
“Lange, I’ve actually been working on…….”
“I know. It’s okay.”
Dao Ming patted Okhobang on the shoulder.
“You did what you could, and I’m sorry you had such a hard time while I was gone.”
Do Myung’s warm words made Ok Hobang burst into hot tears again.
“Langzhu! Langzhu!”
Okhobang was clutching Do Myung’s arm and shedding tears of remorse.
At that sight, Yang Shao, Black Mark, Hua Lan, and even Blood Chu were moved to tears.
But only one person, Bu Eun-sul, stood there, looking bored.
“So…….”
Eventually, Buunsul spoke in a low voice.
“Where’s my sword?”
* * *
The Consular Divine Sword was indeed in the Great Armory.
Okhobang pointed to the entrance to the armory, a large box of worn swords stacked in scabbards.
“The projectionist’s sword is here.”
Bu Eunseul looked inside the box at Okho Bang’s words.
“Hmm.”
With a gleam in her eye, she snatched up the box with one hand.
Duck.
The mechanism then activated, revealing another room beneath the large box.
To my surprise, the space was filled with old swords, just like the crates that had been placed on top.
Stormwater.
He immediately reached out and grabbed the oldest, rustiest sword among them.
The scabbard was unadorned and rusted to the point where it looked like jagged stones had been stuck to it.
“That’s a good sword.”
Growl.
He drew his sword with a single stroke, the rust dripping off the hilt, revealing a dull, polished blade.
This was the Spirit Sword, a divine sword that was said to chop up the souls of its opponents.
“Did you know about the Consular Divine Sword?”
When Bu Eun-sul found the Consular Divine Sword, Jade Horror was surprised.
“I don’t know.”
He smirked as he hollowed it out, removing all the rust that clung to its surface.
“It’s just that this guy called me out.”
The rust had been swept away, and the hilt of the Reaper’s God Blade was polished to a brilliant sheen.
It looked like a magic sword, but it was actually a pasashin sword, which was said to be able to drive away evil energies and slash even evil spirits.
“I will now call you the Ink Sword.”
Woof.
As Bu Eun-sul spoke, a low voice sounded from the sword of the projectionist, or rather, from the sword of the Muk sword.
“This sword was originally intended for the returning Lanzhou.”
The Consular Divine Sword was a divine sword that Jia Ho Bang had obtained by hunting down Nangyin for a year.
But when he was distracted, he became a sacrifice to the Infernal Blood Lord.
“But it looks like it had a different owner after all.”
Okhobang looked at Bu Eunseol’s side and said.
“I don’t mean to be rude, but…… has a favor to ask.”
“Speak.”
“Saha. Take care of the boy.”
Oksaha.
That was the real name of the black mark.
“I’m just a contracted romantic out of necessity, and you don’t have to worry about me.”
The answer was so cold that Jade Horror swallowed hard and shut his mouth.
“Sin, sorry.”
Then Bu Eun-sul added a quick comment.
“I’m not going to let you die.”
‘I won’t let you die…….’
As he savored those words, Jadehorse Fang secretly smiled a faint smile.
Only then did we realize the true nature of the swollen tongue.
“Now I know what he’s like.
A seemingly cold-blooded man, he will not harm anyone who enters his arms.
And if someone tries to harm me, I will defend it with my life.
“Thank you.”
Okhobang was deeply settled.
His eyes widened as if he realized something.
“Are you leaving right away?”
When Bu Eun-sul nodded, Okhobang said.
“Mr. Lanzhou would like to see you privately.”
“You mean langoustines?”
“Yes.”
When Bu Eunseol gave him a look of annoyance, Jade Horror smiled faintly.
“If you go, you’ll never regret it.”
Circumference angle.
It was originally a place that provided lodging for vagabonds with nowhere else to go.
But now it had been replaced by the residence of the Langzhu Dao Ming of Dongpyo Seorang.
“Excuse me.”
When Bu Eunseol opened the door to the office, Do Myung, who was writing something at the table, stopped and smiled.
“Welcome.”
He stood up and pointed to the table across from him.
“Have a seat. Let’s have a cup of tea first.”
The tea that Do Myung served was not January tea or longjing, but wild tea made by picking wild leaves.
Staring longingly at the tea in the rough bowl, she took a sip.
“How does my hand-picked wild tea taste?”
Bu Eun-sul smiled bitterly.
Every Murim superpower I’ve met so far has enjoyed tea.
Not only that, but they’re always asking how the tea tastes after they’ve fed it to someone else.
“I don’t know what the tea tastes like, but…… has a subtle, yet firm flavor.”
“The flavors are unassuming and firm.”
For a moment, Do Myung smiled wistfully and with satisfaction.
“I’ve been trying to figure out how to describe this flavor for a while now…… and you’ve nailed it.”
“Yes.”
“Hmmm. Ten years of studying with a guru has turned me into Daro Amitabha, haha.”
He laughed again, and a gleam flashed in his eyes.
“I hear you’re a disciple of Nanyagak.”
“Yes.”
“That’s odd. Bon Lang has a sizable intelligence organization…… but I can’t find any evidence that you’re a disciple of Nang Ya Gak.”
Dao Ming glared at Bu Eunseol.
He looked at her, his eyes as clear and cool as the heavens, and said.
“Is Pungwoon Lending blocking information?”
A smirking Dao Ming muttered lowly, as if talking to himself.
“Now that he’s got such a great disciple, he’s going to protect him with all his…… might.”
Dormyung’s eyes do not recognize the enemy.
If anything, his eyes deepened as he spoke, as if reminiscing about the past.
“Are you familiar with this angle?”
“Hoo hoo hoo.”
Do Myung let out a laugh that I don’t know if it was real or elastic.
“As much as you.”
It’s an oddly haunting answer.
But Bu Eun-sul asked in a low voice, as if she didn’t care.
“What do you want?”
“Yonggeon-i-ra…”
At Bu Eunseol’s words, Do Myung got up from his seat and headed to the window.
“I’d say it’s more of a deconstruction…….”
As he gazed out the window, Do Myung’s eyes were filled with deep regret and anguish.
“I hear you’re a ten-horse warrior, the rightful heir to the throne of Nanyaak. Is that true?”
“Yes.”
Bu Eun-sul nodded, and Dao Myung slowly turned around.
Then a surge of momentum unlike anything he’d ever seen surged through his body.
“This Rangzu was also a disciple of Nangyagak. In the past.”
Buunsul narrowed her eyes for a moment.
-A former student of Nangyagak.
This makes no sense.
Once a disciple of Nanyagak, always a disciple of Nanyagak. The only people who can be said to have been disciples in the past are those who died practicing.
“I don’t understand a word of what you’re saying. If Lang Zhu was a disciple of Nangyagak, shouldn’t he still be a disciple?”
At Bu Eun-sul’s words, Dao Myung laughed bitterly.
“I should have died in Nanyagak. But here I am, alive and sinning.”
“I don’t like twenty-somethings. If you have something to say, say it, don’t spin it.”
“I see.”
Do Myung pulled a tattered pamphlet from his bosom and held it out to Bu Eunseol.
“My request is this.”
Taking a deep breath, he spoke again.
“Memorize this kung fu and destroy it. If you do, I will have returned this kung fu to Nangyagak intact.”
When Bu Eun-sul accepted his rank, he was given a sword with the word “Kung Fu” written on the outside.
“Kuma?”
Just as the name Gumma has been passed down through the generations, so has the name Kwonma.
However, in Nangyagak, which emphasizes practical martial arts, kung fu was not taken seriously.
This is because it is much more practical and powerful to use a sword or a sword than to fight an enemy on land.
“Is this the right martial artist for this rank?”
“Of course. It’s the best kung fu in Nangyagak.”
Bu Eun-sul gave him a puzzled look.
“I didn’t realize there was a pay grade for this angle.”
“Nanyagak does indeed have a secret rank. It’s just that it’s very rare for them to be taught.”
“Then…… Lang Zhu has also mastered this art?”
Originally, Bu Eun-sul wanted to ask, “In what cases does a martial artist become a master?
But when I saw the pain in his eyes, I changed my question. He wouldn’t give me an answer anyway.
“I lacked the qualities to master this art. Nevertheless, my greed has prevented me from returning this skill to Nangyagak.”
Dao Myung said with a wistful look in his eyes.
“For I was a dead disciple, nay, I should have been dead.”
Do Myung seemed to have a deep story that he couldn’t tell.
But I didn’t ask about the swelling.
Powerhouses have stories. And they keep them quietly buried in their hearts.
“So we just read the classifieds and burn them immediately?”
“Yes.”
Dao Myung said something unintelligible.
“This class is incomplete. Even if it contains the most exquisite cultivation techniques and martial arts concepts, it is still missing the supreme white rice.”
Bu Eun-sul didn’t really have any intention of learning the art, so she nodded without giving it much thought.
“Okay.”
“Are you accepting?”
Bu Eun-sul nodded, and Dao Ming smiled broadly.
“Thank you.”
What is it that you’re thankful for?
But Do Myung smiled as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders for a long time.
“I have a favor to ask in return.”
“Speak.”
The swollen tongue whispered back.
Hearing that, Do Myung narrowed his eyes and nodded.
“I see what you’re saying. As soon as it reaches all the intelligence organizations, I’ll let the black mark, the kid, know.”