Chapter 88

Taking a deep breath, Seoksong looked at the people in the room and spoke in a low voice.
“He is evil.”
Demons.
It’s also a common word for a certain class of people.
But as Seoksong utters those words, the room turns black and thunder seems to rumble from somewhere.
“He was once a pupil of the Most High. But he was so good that eventually all the swordsmen and spinners taught him.”
He exhaled a cloudy breath and spoke again.
“Watching him quickly absorb all of the sword arts, we had no doubt that he would become a master in the future, but…….”
He pursed his lips and spoke as if he were spitting out something stuck in his throat.
“That demon was a mastermind to spy on the Society. Once he learned all of the sword arts, he slaughtered one after another of our masters.”
The Heavenly Sword Council has never seen such a thing!
They weren’t intentionally stealthy like the Xinlong, they were just unable to operate because all of their masters were killed.
“Let me ask you a question.”
There was a moment of silence, and then the man in the yellow dragon mask asked in a low voice, “What is it?
“Are you saying that he really single-handedly slaughtered the Heavenly Sword Council’s president and swordsmen?”
“Yes.”
At Seoksong’s words, there was another deathly silence in the hall.
Just from the single sword move he had displayed earlier, one could tell that his martial prowess had reached the level of the top of the Martial Realm.
Such a swordsman of the Heavenly Sword Council and a master who can single-handedly assassinate a master?
“The math doesn’t add up.”
The man in the cow mask shook his head.
“How could I possibly handle such cilantro on my own?”
“That’s why I’m here to teach you how to use the sword.”
Clenching his fists, Su Song gritted his teeth.
“So that I may surely defeat him!”
It was only then that Buunsul realized the whole situation.
The Heavenly Sword Society created a sword art to kill their enemies, but they were unable to master it.
So, he passes on the art of swordsmanship to a group of talented, naturally energized swordsmen and seeks revenge instead.
“You don’t know if you’ll be able to kill such a master even if you master the art of swordsmanship.”
At the cow mask’s question, Stone Song nodded.
“Of course. But there is a fatal flaw in his swordplay.”
“Weaknesses?”
“Your joints and muscles are so soft and supple because of your training in dairy-like techniques. Of course, such a body makes it easy to master any ascended sword art, but…….”
Then the eyes of the rabbit-masked Snow White burned red as charcoal.
“Dairy? What dairy?”
Seoksong frowned at the sudden question.
“I don’t know exactly. If it’s not the Tianzhu Dairy, it’s the Zhongyuan Rising Sun Dairy.”
“What’s his age?”
Seoksong replied to Bu-eun-sul’s frantic question, puzzled.
“He was a young man in his late twenties at the time, so…… would be around forty now.”
“Swordsmanship? What kind of swordsmanship did you use?”
“You used the sword technique we taught you in this session. It’s like you’re playing a joke on us.”
Bu-eun-sul was about to ask another question when Seok-song held out his hand.
“That’s enough questions.”
He looked around and said.
“Can you swear to it?”
The cow masked man who had been standing in front of them earlier, pondering, was the first to answer.
“I’ll decline.”
“I’m not forcing you, leave immediately.”
“Sure.”
Clasping his hands together, the cow masked man turned and walked out the door.
Watching the scene, Seoksong took a deep breath and spoke again.
“I ask you again, those who remain. Will you swear to kill a man in exchange for the teaching of the sword?”
“I have a question, too.”
The man in the yellow dragon mask stepped forward.
“Is this devil a member of a political party?”
“I can’t tell you that. All I can tell you is that he was a séance, coming in to spy on the inner workings of the meeting.”
The man in the yellow dragon mask nodded at Su Song’s answer.
“That’s not going to work.”
The man in the yellow dragon mask said bitterly.
“You two call him the devil, but you don’t know what’s in it for you.”
He turned away without a second thought.
“Even if what you say is true without a shred of falsehood, this body cannot be killed if it is a political figure.”
“I see what you mean.”
“I’ll go then.”
Bu Eun-sul turned and watched the majestic Yellow Dragon Masked Man leave, her eyes widening.
‘Perhaps he’s the archvillain of the volcanic faction.
The man in the yellow dragon mask’s prayer was like looking at a mountain, and it was enough to make even the snowflakes marvel.
Not only that, but the kicks he demonstrated in Zi Guan were very similar to the Thirty Six Paths of Taijiquan.
“If you can’t tell me whether this demon is a political party or a Maoist figure, then…… is fine.”
The man in the yellow dragon mask left, and this time the man in the tiger mask spoke.
“So where is he, and can you kill him right now?”
He shook his head.
“We’re doing everything in our power to locate him, but…… haven’t found him yet. We’re still using all of our intelligence resources to track him down.”
At that moment, the tiger masked man sighed.
“That won’t work.”
The man in the tiger mask shook his head.
“I have a lot of work to do in the future, and if I’m working on something important and someone suddenly shows up and asks me to kill one person…… that’s tough.”
From the way he spoke, the tiger masked man was not only an elderly man, but he seemed to be in a very high position.
“That could be.”
When Shixiong nodded, the Tiger Masked Man spoke to Bu Eunseol and Tang Gong.
“You two are really strong. Next time we meet in Gangho, take off your masks and challenge each other to a fight.”
The tiger had a very belligerent and boisterous personality.
“Then it was a pleasure.”
The tiger masked man with his hands clasped in front of Seoksong and Woohak finally left.
Now there were only two people left, Dangon and Buunsul.
“I’ll pass.”
Fox Mask, Dangon shook his head.
“I have unfinished business, and I’m not about to get involved with a member of another sect just to learn how to sword.”
At Tang Gong’s answer, the faces of Shi Song and Wu Hak darkened.
“I see.”
“Sure.”
Clasping his hands together, Dangon looked at Bu Eunseol and nodded slightly.
Then he turned and walked away.
“Is it the same for you?”
In response to Seoksong’s question, Buunsul said hesitantly.
“I will.”
“You mean you’ll do it, you’ll swear?”
“Yes.”
When the answer came easily, Seoksong and Woohak looked at each other and shared a dubious look.
“Think carefully before you answer.”
This time, Wu Hak spoke up and said solemnly.
“If you fail to fulfill your promise after being taught the sword arts, I will mobilize the full force of this council to deal with you.”
He seemed to think that Bu Eun-sul was easily sworn in enough to learn the sword.
“Key figures may be dead, but the power of the Council is still strong. Even if you’re a longtime member of the Old File Room, you can’t escape our sniper fire…….”
“I know.”
Woohak raised an eyebrow as Bu Eunseol cut him off.
“What do you know?”
“With all the institutions and buildings that can be built in this golden mountain, the financial resources alone…… should be as good as that of Gu Pilebang or Eight Great Seas, don’t you think?”
Woohak nodded his head low, as if impressed by Bu Eunseol’s reasoning.
“Exactly. So choose carefully. Your life depends on it.”
“I swear.”
Bu Eun-sul didn’t hesitate to answer.
“I will slay with my own hands the beast that slaughtered the swordsmen of the Heavenly Sword Council, but not because of…… the Sword Law.”
Bu Eun-sul looked at Seok-song and Woo-hak, realizing something she had long forgotten.
“Maybe……, the beast, is the one I’m looking for.”
Beneath her rabbit mask, Snow White’s eyes glowed with blood.
Live like you’re tearing the sky apart.
It was also the quality that Seoksong and Woohak envisioned for Mongmae.
* * *
Woohak brought Bu Eunseol to the large clearing where the first ceremony was held.
“Are you ready to learn how to sword?”
At Seoksong’s question, Buunsul nodded.
Seoksong and Woohak then exchanged glances and simultaneously stomped their feet on the spot.
Oof.
The wall rose in the middle of the clearing with the sound of internal organs moving.
Buunsul’s eyes widened slightly as he watched.
The wall that’s coming up is about five times bigger than the one that first came up on the empty lot.
It’s almost three sheets high, so it looks more like a giant cliff than a wall.
“So this is the original painting.
It was only then that she realized the reason for her initial discomfort.
The swordplay against the tiger in the snowy mountains was part of a painting on this large wall.
“That’s right. That picture up there is the end of this wall.”
Wu Hak smiled strangely, as if looking into Bu Eunseol’s mind.
“And this is the complete original.”
Woohak looked at Bu Eunseol’s face and gave her a dry smile.
“This picture was painted by the master.”
“Huizhou…”
“Yes, it is. You finished that painting fifteen years ago.”
Bu Eunseol looked up at the wall, puzzled.
The wall on which the paintings were carved was roughly six sheets wide and nearly two sheets high. In other words, it was about the size of the side of a two-story building.
“Hmm.”
The paintings on the walls are divided into four different types of battles, all of them involving man and beast.
Next to the painting of the woman and the tiger in the first pavilion, I saw a boy being stoned by a flying hawk.
And next to him, an old man with a staff, surrounded by wolves. The final painting depicted a swordsman facing off against a grotesque beast painted in black.
‘This is…….’
The more you look at the painting, the more your soul is sucked into the wall.
There were unknown shapes and lines hidden throughout the four paintings.
“The sword method.
Bu Eun-sul guessed that if he followed the shapes and lines, the sword technique would become a single sword herb.
A cold sweat ran down the back of my neck as I pictured the black herb hidden in the painting.
‘It’s …… without loopholes.’
The sword grass in the painting represented all the variations and swiftness of the longsword.
You can’t stop it, you can’t avoid it, you can only react to it.
“Looks like you’ve already found the black herb.”
Woohak, who was looking at Bu Eunseol’s side, nodded grimly.
“This sword herb was given to the demon by the master.”
“You mean to tell me you’ve only given him one meal?”
“That can’t be right.”
Woohak made a pained face at Bu Eunseol’s question.
“Not only did I give him the Huizhou, but I also gave him the sword herbs containing all the technique purification …… from the first seat to the tenth seat, one by one.”
In short, Huang Shu was given the eleven herbs of the Sword Herb, including Huizhou.
“The sword herbs in this painting are the eleven sword herbs that the master passed on to me.”
Cloth of Armor.
It means perfection. The gumweed on the stone wall was so perfect that such a name could not have been more appropriate.
“And the swordsmanship we will teach you is one that can counter a superior sword element that cannot be broken in a short time.”
Bu Eun-sul looked puzzled.
A sword is a sword is a sword, but what other sword can counter a superior sword?
Wu Hak said calmly, as if to clear up the question.
“For example, if I had unleashed the Thousand-Feathered Herbivore on you before I showed you this picture, you would have been completely unable to stop it.”
Bu Eun-sul nodded.
The Thousand Heavenly Sword’s herbivory was exquisite and difficult to break.
At that moment, a sharp coldness flashed in Wu Hak’s eyes.
“But is there a trick to stopping them without breaking the sword?”