Chapter 90

Buunsul’s brows drew together as she looked at the man standing in the center of the reeds.
The man was none other than Dangon.
“It was a family fight.
Just as the excitement wears off, Snowflake turns to leave,
Whip. Thud.
Landing side by side on top of the giant tree he was standing on, the black mark widened his eyes.
“What, are you poisoning me?”
The words were muttered in a low whisper, but they could not fool the keen ears of the masters of the Tang family.
“Who are you!”
Pooh-pooh-pooh!
A Tang master who spotted Black Mark’s position quickly unleashed eighty-six venomous strokes.
“Huh!”
Snorting lowly, Bu Eunseol touched the heavy sword sheathed on her back.
Boom!
As the sword was drawn, a chill poured out in all directions.
Follow me!
With the sound of clashing metal, the venomous stream spun wildly and poured back out the other side.
The unmemorizable, untouchable Jay Sik. This is a reflexive capitalist trick.
-What is this!
Panicked, the Tang masters scattered in all directions at the sight of the returning memorization.
Papapapak.
When it returned, the poisonous lance pierced the ground, and Dangon stood alone in the center of the reeds, breathing heavily.
“Ha, ha, ha.”
Black blood dripped from his memorized clothes, and the sword in his hand was nearly toothless.
His injuries aren’t life-threatening, but it was clear he was outnumbered and wouldn’t last long.
Percussion.
The masters of the Tang family blinked as the snow descended from the giant tree.
“Who are you!”
“Never mind.”
Looking down at the Tang Family masters with wide eyes, Bu Eunsul said coldly.
“I’ll just pass by.”
Suddenly, the expressions on the faces of those around the reeds became subtle.
Chongqing may have fallen out of favor with Sichuan, but it’s still a place of Tangist influence. And yet, they’re wearing Tang clothing and memorization like flies?
“Seniors. Don’t take this the wrong way.”
As the mood turned sour, Black Mark, who had been lurking atop the giant tree, descended to the ground and clasped his hands together.
“We’re really just passing through. We have no intention of sticking our nose into their business.”
“Get rid of them too.”
Then, the middle-aged man who appeared to be the boss said, looking at Bu Eun-sul and Black Mark alternately.
“He saw what he should not have seen anyway.”
Instantly, Black’s complexion changed drastically.
The look in his eyes and the expression on his face told me that he really wanted to bury him and himself together.
“Dae, daehyeop. Don’t do that and…….”
Blackfoot throws up his hands in dismay,
“Don’t do it.”
Dangon, covered in blood and gasping for air, looked up and smiled.
“If you touch him, you’ll die.”
“…….”
“Just let it go. And start over with me.”
The middle-aged man smirked at Tang Gong’s words.
“If this were inside the main house, I would have followed the Third Confucius’ orders, but…….”
“What’s your business is your business. Isn’t it my neck you want anyway?”
“Hmmm.”
A sullen middle-aged man sighed and walked up behind Bu Eunseol’s back, coldly saying, “I’m sorry.
“Forget what you saw today. Do you understand?”
Instead of answering, Bu Eun-sul turned her head and smiled, revealing her white teeth.
The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows as if his pride had been wounded. And…….
Pow!
Suddenly, the middle-aged man unleashed the tension from both hands onto the swollen snowman’s backside.
It was the Hua Dok Xinjiang that the Sichuan Tang family was proud of.
“Beware……!”
Dangon screamed at the top of his lungs, but it was too late.
The middle-aged man’s departure was too sudden, and the distance too close.
“Argh!”
A pitiful scream rang out, simultaneously splattering blood everywhere.
To everyone’s surprise, Bu Eun-sul drew his sword with his back to them and slashed the middle-aged man’s wrist with precision.
“How to…….”
Dangon opened his mouth in disbelief.
Used by the middle-aged man, the Gui Ming Mushi is a herbivore that specializes in darkness and has the power to make a person’s hair white within a single sheet.
Besides, even if you know the ambush, it’s impossible to slit a danga master’s wrists without looking back.
“That’s good.”
Looking down at the hilt in her hand, Bu Eunseol nodded.
He is able to do this because of his extrasensory abilities, which allow him to sense life and instinctively defend himself.
This is thanks to the power of active verification.
“Ughhhh…… hit!”
The middle-aged man with the slashed wrists cried out, and the masters surrounding him spilled memorizations from their leather pouches.
“Ouch!”
But before the memorization could pour in, there was another scream.
After closing the distance in an instant, Bu Eun-sul unleashed his sword technique on the Tang family’s masters.
Flash!
With each reflection of the shimmering darkness, a man fell.
Bu Eunseol has already faced the entirety of the Infernal Blood Demon, an expert in memorization and poisoning.
This made it easy for them to deal with Tang masters who used similar tactics.
“Ugh, ugh…….”
The middle-aged man who realized he couldn’t fight off the snow shouted.
“Retreat, retreat!”
Then, as if in anticipation, the Tang masters began to retreat in unison.
Bu Eunseol nodded, sheathing her sword without following them.
“Oh, so it’s a sellout.”
There is modesty in withdrawal, even when life is at stake, and they keep their ranks solemn.
The reputation of the Sichuan Tang Family, which has long shaken Wulin, is not for nothing.
“Should I thank you?”
Dangon staggered to his feet and grinned at the frozen snow.
The smile looked very labored, but also dignified and classy.
“You’re welcome.”
Bu Eun-sul said coldly.
“You don’t have to thank me, I just used my hand because I was memorizing.”
And as he turned away, Dangon said.
“Wait! You’re going to be in a lot of trouble if you keep this up.”
“Trouble?”
When Bu Eun-sul turned her head, Tang Gao smiled bitterly.
“The people you just kicked to the curb are the leader of the Black Hand Party, Deng Guangyong, and his lieutenants.”
“So.”
“If you leave, others like Sagal will make a false report to the lord of the house, and you will continue to be pursued by the family.”
“Sounds like fun.”
Dangon bit his lip as Buunsul turned away.
“I guess I shouldn’t turn around and say that after all.
At this point, Tangon had to somehow get back to the Tang family if he wanted to survive.
But it wouldn’t have been possible without the help of a brilliant master.
“Help me.”
Eventually, Dangon swallowed his pride and told Bu Eun-sul the truth.
“I must return to my home. But not without the help of a master like you.”
Towering.
And that’s when she stopped walking.
“Did you kill your brothers?”
For a moment, Dangon’s eyes flashed with pride.
“I’m asking for help, and I look like I’m overwhelmed!
But when he looked into Bu Eun-sul’s serious eyes, he realized what she meant.
-Why is everyone in your house trying to kill you?
It was obvious that he was paraphrasing, as he hates the idea of giving anyone attention.
‘I should have just asked…… interest is unrecognized and chilly.’
“If this body had killed all of my brothers, the head of the household would have rather brought a palanquin of flowers and carried me away.”
Swallowing a bitter laugh, Dangon shook his head.
“The family has long tolerated jockeying for position, and this is just part of that process.”
“You mean you allow blood relatives to kill each other?”
Black Mark, who was standing next to Bu Eunseol, opened his mouth, and Tang Gao sighed deeply.
“This house is built on blood. The process of determining the heir must also require blood.”
Taking a deep breath, Dangon spoke again.
“Even if it’s a brother with whom you share blood.”
In short, the Tang family tolerated even sibling rivalry to determine the successor.
Bu Eun-sul, who had been listening silently, asked.
“So you’re saying he was sent by your brother, too?”
“That’s right. Probably sent by my second brother, since he’s always trying to get rid of me.”
“You mean to tell me you knew that and still went out there on your own?”
At Bu Eunseol’s point, Dangon looked embarrassed.
“What power does a seer have, since it has no support or foundation…… I’ve made my own way.”
It was only then that Bu Eun-sul realized why he had given her the Yi Hwa tree.
He sought to expand his power by making many powerful friends in powerful countries.
“The first brother is naturally weak, so he doesn’t show himself much, and that’s why the second brother is so eager to get his hands on him.”
He gazed off into the distance, a look of despair on his face.
“This body prides itself on its talent and skill, but alas, it has no support or foundation. Even more so than the youngest child of my family, a girl.”
Wiping the blood from his forehead, Dangon spoke in a low voice.
“I was going to try to make some good friends and struggle, but…… is enough.”
Supporters and friends were not created because they wanted to be.
It’s only now that he realizes this, and he wants to give it all up.
“I will go home and give up my position as successor, but…….”
“You mean they won’t even let me go back.”
“Yes. The second brother will never let this body return.”
Dangon shook his head.
“He’s suspicious, and you think he might change his mind at any moment.”
When he finished, Tangon glared at Bu Eunseol.
He told her the truth about his family’s situation and his own dishonesty. Now all that remained was for Bu Eun-sul to choose.
“Will you help me and accompany me to the main house?”
He spoke confidently, but the confidence in his eyes was gone.
From now on, the road back to Sichuan Tang Street will be a journey of death.
You’re giving up a position of succession, and there’s no big reward. Who would want to risk their life for something like this?
“I hear there’s a lot of good memorization in Danga.”
Bu Eun-sul suddenly said something out of the blue.
“I have a mnemonic that I bought from a blacksmith back in the day, but I can’t get the mnemonic needle that fits inside.”
He pulled back his sleeve to reveal something like a very thin bracelet.
It was the same musky mnemonic device he’d purchased when he bought the sword in the alley behind Dong Jung Ho.
“Genuine Musk Armor.”
At Dangon’s question, Buunsul nodded.
“If we go to Danga, can we get some memorization to put on this device?”
Dangon gave him a puzzled look, but nodded.
“Sure.”
“Good.”
Bu Eunseol unwrapped the memorization device and tossed it to Black Pyo.
“Me, are you giving me?”
“All of the old masters of the art of memorization.”
Bu Eunseul looked at the black marker and said dully.
“I was just in need of some good memorization, so let’s check out …….”
At those words, the black mark smiled at Bashish.
And suddenly, I realized a fact about snowflakes.
‘Interest is not chilly and unappreciated…….’
He turned sharply and stared at the back of Bu Eunseol’s head as she walked away first, a faint smile forming on his face.
“You’re just being disingenuous.