Chapter 85

Dulcet.
Bu Eun-sul and Black Mark were traveling out of town in a carriage borrowed from Yu Hwa-ryeong.
On the way to our destination, the spirit told us many stories.
The Heavenly Sword Society and Nanyagak had a lot in common. The pursuit of unrestrained martial arts and the absence of ceremonial rituals were also common.
“Now you have to give me an answer.”
When they finally reached the mountain where the Heavenly Sword Council was meeting, Bu Eunseol asked.
“Why did the Heavenly Sword Council send someone to Jianghu to find the records, and what conditions did they need?”
When Bu Eun-sul first encountered the Yuhua spirits, she realized that they were usually looking for Qi with “certain conditions.
If the Heavenly Sword Council is looking for a talented swordsman to teach swordsmanship, just spreading the word that they’re looking for a swordsman will bring in a lot of talent.
It even came with the unusual stipulation that it didn’t matter where you were in the political spectrum! This was outrageous.
“Good. Now I’ll tell you.”
After a moment’s pause, Yu Hua said.
“As I said before, the host of this meeting is Master Seoksong, the First Seat. And my teacher, the seventh seat of this meeting, Master Wu Hak.”
Seoksong and Wu Hak, two of the greatest masters of their generation who traveled alone.
“This sword was painstakingly created by the two of you. The problem is, they were unable to master it, as well as the disciples of this council.”
I couldn’t understand the swelling.
If the creator of a sword art cannot master it, then he has only created an imaginary sword art.
“Of course, it’s not a fictional sword. It’s just that there’s one condition necessary for its full power to be realized.”
“What is that?”
At Bu Eun-sul’s question, Yu Hwa-ryeong sneered bitterly.
“Live.”
After a deep sigh, he spoke again.
“You must be naturally endowed with a tremendous amount of life in order to properly utilize the sword techniques you have created.”
Black asked with a look of incomprehension.
“Why did you two create such a sword law, do you have enemies?”
“I don’t know why. Only you two will know.”
Bu Eun-sul didn’t take the spirit’s words at face value.
What kind of idiot teaches tax planning to just anyone? No one does.
Once I knew the story, I knew there would be conditions and reasons.
Squeak.
Then the carriage came to a halt.
Then I saw a gentle mountain with the sun hanging over its peak. It was Geumjeongsan Mountain.
“You’ll stay here until it’s all over.”
Pointing to a large building in front of the mountain, the oil painting spoke to Black Mark.
“You won’t be inconvenienced while you wait.”
“Okay. Oh, and…….”
Black Mark whispered, as if remembering something.
“When Confucius was away last night, Lang Zhu sent me a letter, saying that all the things you asked him to do were completed as of yesterday.”
“Good.”
Bu Eunseol nodded, and Black Mark clasped his hands together.
“I wish you the best of luck, Confucius.”
I followed the apparition up the side of the mountain again and found a large metal gate.
It looked like they were using bronchology to create an artificial structure inside.
“This is the headquarters of the Heavenly Sword Sect?”
Yu Hua shook her head at Bu Eunseol’s question.
“That’s unlikely. This is one of our secret places. It’s a good place to teach swordsmanship because of its many secret mechanisms.”
Judging by the deepening of his pupils, it was probably where Yu Hua Ling had learned the sword arts.
Looking at Bu Eunseol’s expression, Yu Hua Ling looked slightly embarrassed.
“I was not worthy to be trained in the art. Neither did the majority of the Heavenly Sword Society’s students.”
He shook his head as if to clear the thoughts from his mind.
“You’ve been talking nonsense. Here, put this on before you go in.”
In his outstretched hand was a rabbit mask that covered his entire face.
“Keep it on until we get out of Jinzheng Mountain. And you must not reveal your name to anyone once inside.”
“What do you mean?”
“The Heavenly Sword Council is interested in acquiring talents of great quality, not in seeing the stocks of the courtiers remain untouched.”
“Hmm.”
Bu Eunseul nodded, understanding what the spirit of Yuhua meant.
Within that building will be a large number of martial arts masters, brought in by the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Council.
And some of them may have a grudge against each other.
“You’re pretty willing.”
“Hoo hoo hoo. It’s not easy to collect data regardless of politics.”
Yu Hualing said, putting on a rabbit mask in his arms.
“You go inside first. I’ll be right in.”
Once inside, I saw a long corridor of oil lamps.
As we walked down the street, we came to a large clearing with a bluestone floor and about thirty sheets wide.
There were about thirty or so masked martial artists standing there, and a high altar was set up at the far end of the clearing.
“I guess one person can bring multiple people.
Among the masked warriors, I saw three or four others wearing identical masks.
There was only one Heavenly Sword Sect disciple accompanying him, so it was likely that one disciple had brought several people with him.
‘The author is…….’
Looking around at the martial artists in the clearing, Bu Eunseol’s eyes widened when she saw the man in the fox mask.
He was tall and thin, wearing an imperial robe and a leather pouch at his waist. It was Dangon.
“Oops.”
The man in the fox mask, Tang Gong, also recognized Bu Eun-sul in the rabbit mask and exclaimed.
“You were invited here, too.”
Dangon’s low voice was filled with bitterness.
Not long ago, Bu Eun-sul refused his favor and friendship.
-Because you can point a sword at each other.
This is what most people look for when screening martial arts teachers.
But now that he’s a competitor for the Heavenly Sword Council’s martial arts mastery, he has a real chance of doing just that.
Kuung.
Just then, a door opened at the far end of the wall where the altar was set up, and two fresh-looking old men in white robes stepped out.
They were the masters of the Heavenly Sword Sect, the Seventh Seated Seoksong and Seventh Seated Wu Hak, who led the meeting.
“Good to see you. Nobu is called Seoksong. He’s the second in command.”
When Shi Song opened his mouth to speak, the old man beside him said.
“Nobu is Wu Hak, who holds the seventh seat.”
Pomegranate and Wu Hak.
They were the masters of their squadrons, single-handedly making a name for themselves in the Murim.
However, since entering the Heavenly Sword Society, he hasn’t appeared in Jianghu. However, he has appeared here to pass on his newly created sword method.
“You’ve all heard the stories on the way here. We have joined forces, and after many years, we have forged a sword.”
Wu Hak glanced at Su Song and said with a bitter expression.
“But this sword art requires a person to have a strong natural temperament. Unfortunately, none of the students in this meeting have such a temperament.”
Looking at the thirty or so martial artists lingering beneath the dais, Yu Yu spoke again.
“So I sent my disciples down to Kang Ho to search for the right ingredients to master this technique. To find the most naturally energetic materials.”
Some of the warriors were puzzled by this.
This is because there were quite a few people here who seemed to be masters of the faction, as well as some who were mages.
“Living is a temperament. It doesn’t matter if you’re a good or bad person.”
Seoksong, who had read their minds, smiled.
“It’s also ridiculous to bring up politics in a meeting between political parties.”
Suddenly, the faces of the martial artists gathered in the stone chamber brightened.
It’s a suggestion from the Heavenly Sword Council that I’ve been longing for. But isn’t it true that the discipline is passed on regardless of one’s sect of origin?
“So everyone here can learn the sword arts?”
Just then, a man in a bear mask with twin swords strapped to his back asked in a loud voice.
“Of course not.”
Woohak replied bluntly.
“We’ll see if you can master this test. I’m going to test them.”
“Non-mu?”
“You’re welcome. We’re just trying to teach you how to sword. It doesn’t matter if you’re a high or low level martial artist. As long as you can pass through our gateway, we’ll pass on the sword arts.”
Then Dangon, the fox mask who had been listening silently, asked.
“So if the power here goes through the gateway, does it all get passed on?”
“That shouldn’t happen, but if it does, I’ll teach you how to use a power sword. But…….”
After a moment of silence, Wu Hak spoke in a solemn voice.
“You can never pass it on to an evil person.”
At that moment, Seoksong, who was standing next to him, stepped forward, his eyes flashing.
“So if you have ever killed an innocent Yangmin, leave this place immediately.”
His voice was as dreary as a crow cawing under a gray sky, as if he’d been stirred up.
“If such a person is still here when the trial begins, death will be decreed.”
For a moment, the chamber fell silent. But no one left.
“There is no wicked man who has killed an innocent Yang citizen.”
Then the lion-masked man at the back of the line spoke. From the way he spoke, it sounded like he was a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect.
“These were all strong, experienced disciples. Knowing Master’s abstract nature, they wouldn’t have brought the bad guys in the first place.”
“I see.”
At that moment, Shi Song suddenly unleashed a lightning-like divine law.
Green.
Seoksong’s body had turned into a white cloud, and he now stood opposite the eared man who stood to Bueunseol’s left.
“What?”
“Didn’t you hear what I just said?”
“What are you talking about? I’m not evil.”
Then another disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, also wearing a mask, stepped forward.
“He can’t be called clean because he’s a semi-corrupt person…… but he never killed an innocent person…….”
“This man killed thirteen innocent Yang people in Jinan and sprinkled their blood.”
Seoksong said in a solemn voice.
“It’s just that they’re very sneaky about it, and they always take care of the witnesses around them, so it’s never known…….”
Pow!
At that moment, the masked man made a lightning-like exit. The attack was very sudden and unpredictable.
Towering.
But the masked man stopped before he could reach the outstretched neck of the black stone pine.
“…….”
There was a moment of silence in the room.
As he looked at the masked man, he turned and walked back up to the altar as if nothing had happened.
Ouch!
At that moment, a fountain of blood gushed from the masked man’s neck.
Using sword herbs that were many times faster than the man’s blade, Seoksong sliced through his carotid artery.
The shhhhhs became more frequent, and the eared man fell to the floor with a thud.
“Once again, you cannot teach the sword to the wicked.”
The words echoed inside him again.
But this time, Woohak’s eyes lit up.
Green.
He stretched out his divine technique like a beam of light and landed in front of Buunseol, who wore a rabbit mask.
“You killed a man of great renown for no reason, didn’t you?”
Then, the spirit of Yu Hua, who had been standing in the background wearing a rabbit mask, leaped forward.
“He’s not an innocent Yang citizen, and besides, this was done in the line of duty.”
“You’re welcome. Based on the information in this meeting, he was fully capable of subduing you, but you deliberately killed him.”
The appeasement spirits were dumb with honey.
And it was true.
If he could kill Yang Ming in a second, he could probably do Ip Man with one finger.
Wu Hak glared at the rabbit-masked Bu Eunseol with a frightening glare.
“Killing Myung Hyeop, who did good things, is like killing an innocent Yang Min.”
A close call. Wu Hak’s hand finally moves to the sword,
Suddenly, Bu Eun-sul burst into uncontrollable laughter.
“Hahaha!”