Chapter 98

Dangon smiled bitterly inwardly.
‘Old people. They come as soon as I’ve mastered the Dangarvision.’
His vote was one of the centrist factions that did not support the party line, the party boss, or anyone else.
However, when he heard rumors that Tang K’ung had received the Yi Shu Leaf from Tang Fei and entered the Bidong, he came to visit him.
“With less than a month to go?”
Dangon asked, and Dangpyo smiled broadly.
“Who cares about the date, it’s up to the patriarch anyway.”
“But to come out of the blue and support me, that’s a little unexpected.”
“Your personal abilities must be good, but the position of Householder must be supported by a faction. Without support, it will be difficult for you to maintain your position, even if the Householder chooses you.”
He took a sip of his tea and spoke again.
“That’s why your brothers are trying to get their act together.”
“I know.”
Even if the party wants to choose a candidate, it can’t do so if it doesn’t have a solid base of support.
This is because it is a minimum requirement to be supported by a Tang family member for at least three quarters of a year to become the next head of the family.
“Nobu has come here because the clans of the Hall of the One Star and the Hall of the Medicine God have come to an agreement. If this is the case, you’ll be well on your way to being chosen as the head of the Shaogai Province.”
“Not just any, is there something you want?”
At Dangon’s blunt question, Dang Pyo nodded, rather pleasantly.
“You’ve really changed, you were always so polite and nice.”
Taking a long sip of tea, Tang Pyo nodded.
“But that’s not really a characteristic of a cowboy. But I think you’re ready for it now.”
Dangon glared at him, and Dangpyo spoke in a low voice.
“The terms are simple. You must prove that you are as good as Tang Ling and Tang Bi.”
He glanced at the swollen eyes and the black mark, then spoke again.
“Deal with the blood poison that’s been bothering the family lately. It will solve everything.”
“You mean the blood poison song……?”
Tang Pyo nodded, and Dangon’s face went black.
“It’s too much to ask.
The Blood Poison Song was originally just a small Sect faction trapped in Guangzhong Mountain.
However, in the past decade, it has suddenly grown in strength, and has recently cultivated poison and memorization of the Tang Family.
Currently, Dangon’s only powers are Buunsul and Black Mark.
They would never be able to handle blood poisoning alone.
“That’s…….”
Dangon is about to shake his head, but Bu Eunseul nods.
“Accept.”
“What are you talking about? The blood poison song is…….”
“I have an idea.”
Seeing the look in Bu Eun-sul’s eyes and expression, Tang Gong’s confidence surged.
The mysterious belief that the impossible is possible with the help of Bu-Eun-Seol.
“Okay, I’ll do that.”
“Good.”
Tang Pyo nodded.
“I know you think I’m asking too much, but I’m really trying to support you.”
Tang Pyo said calmly.
“You’ve had no support so far. If you don’t do something of the caliber of a blood poisoning, it will be impossible to win the hearts and minds of the visiting clansmen.”
It makes sense.
With less than a month to go until the statehood decision date.
Unless he does something drastic like this, few of his blood relatives will believe in and support him, as he’s been a loner all along.
“Don’t worry.”
Dangon stood up and clasped his hands together.
“I will certainly take care of Blood Poison Song’s affairs, but you must keep your word.”
“Of course. If you were here to complain, you wouldn’t be here now.”
Tang Pyo rose from his seat with a gentle smile.
“Well, then. Good luck.”
When Dang Pyo finally leaves, Dangon sighs and sits back in his seat, nervous as ever.
“Old people never miss an opportunity.”
“Old ginger is spicy.”
Tang Gong sighed as Bu Eunseul spoke.
“I believe you, but I think this is a bit much.”
“Not unreasonable at all.”
“Isn’t Blood Poison Song no small matter…… a sect that controls the entire Black Water Region, and you want the three of us to go there and beat it up?”
Bu Eun-sul said sheepishly.
“You have a history.”
“Medical history? You mean you have a medical history I don’t know about?”
“I told you once that the Party decree gives you a choice between the Dictatorship Party and the Falbi Party.”
Dangon was dumbfounded.
“You mean you believed him, and besides, aren’t things different now than they were then?”
At the time, Tang Ling wanted to use Tang Gong to give him troops to keep Tang Bi in check.
But would Tang Ling help Dangon, who was the clear favorite to win the Sogaju? Dangon thought not.
“I don’t care how nice you are, you’ll never help me this time.”
“You are welcome. He will surely give you troops.”
“Why?”
Bu Eun-sul said with a confident expression.
“He prides himself on being the first of his family, so he’ll give you some troops, at least for his own dignity.”
* * *
“You mean you’re only giving me one…… per poison?”
Inside the Xuehua Pavilion, the official residence of the Tang Ling.
Sitting at the table, Tangon stifled a burst of disappointment as he asked, and Tang Ling smiled and nodded.
“I’m sorry, but the owners refused to comply with my order…….”
Initially, Tang Ling said that he would give the Dictatorship Party and the Falbi Party to Tang Ling.
But now he’s telling me that he’s going to give me a new one, a new one with freshly trained soldiers.
“Fresh out of training?
Dangon almost burst out laughing at the absurdity of it all.
It’s impossible to send inexperienced soldiers straight into the heat of battle.
There was another problem.
If you take a bunch of young men and you see a lot of casualties, that’s a big indication of failure.
“Do we need more troops?”
Rumors of Tang Gong’s departure to Blood Poison Song had already spread like wildfire within the Tang Family.
But Tang Ling looks apologetic, as if she doesn’t realize it.
Tang Gon was no longer fooled by the gentle, kindly mask of Tang Ling.
“You’re welcome.”
Dangon smirked and shook his head.
“Where else would we have the support of the younger members of the Dictatorship Party, thanks to you, brother, we are so grateful.”
“That’s nice of you to say.”
Tang Ling patted Tang Gong’s shoulder apologetically.
“I’ll have the Dictatorship Party’s men dispatched to Qingyang Xiaochuang immediately.”
“Thank you. Big brother.”
Dangon clasped his hands together and bowed his head.
And as he walked away with a sullen look on his face, Tang Ling’s smile slowly congealed as he watched.
“You promised me something for nothing.”
Gone was the gentle smile, and Tang Ling’s face was as poisonous as a molting snake.
“I never thought my father would change his mind so suddenly.”
When Dangon returned from Bidong, his personality was completely changed, as was his prayer.
Normally, he wouldn’t have been able to hide his expression, but now he’s hiding it like a good sport.
“We shouldn’t have given him a dictatorship.”
Tang Xiu Lin, who was standing beside him, spoke in a low voice.
“Even if they’re fresh out of training, the members of the Dictatorship Party are all one hundred percent warriors.”
“Whoops, whoops, whoops. Training is not the same as real-world experience.”
Tang Ling relaxed, his frosty glare gone and his smile returning to his gentle face.
“Young men are only as good as their blood, and inexperienced men are a liability.”
“Maybe…….”
“Sure. Tangon will fail anyway. It will only sacrifice the youth of the dictatorship.”
The words were spoken, but the expression on Tang Ling’s face was not relaxed.
Seeing his changed prayer and his unwillingness to reveal his true feelings, Tang Ling felt that he was chasing after him.
“Are you saying you’re feeling insecure about the third guy who hasn’t been in sight the whole time?
Shaking his head, Tang Ling forced a smile.
‘No, it’s just a fluke. It’s not like it’s going to work anyway.’
Although Tang Gong’s cultivation of the Tang Family Secret has enhanced his martial arts, the Blood Poison Song is a major sect with its own power.
With an army the size of mine, I wouldn’t even be able to strike a blow against them.
‘He…….’
It was only then that Dangon realized there was one more big worry.
It was an unknown entity called the buoyant snow.
Purr.
Young men in black robes were spreading the wind-like divine law.
They all had short swords slung across their backs and deerskin memorization pouches hanging from their waists.
They were the first members of the Dictatorship Party to complete their training and enter the field.
“Hmm.
Bu Eun-sul, who stood in the back and watched the Dictatorship’s youths’ new law, narrowed her eyes.
“That’s better than I thought.
For a crew fresh out of training and masters of memorization, there was a great deal of theft and theft of new laws.
Under normal circumstances, Bu Eun-sul would have given them a word of praise.
“But it’s hard in practice.
In many fights that are not one-on-one, experience is the most important thing.
If you put them in the field, they’ll be confused, run around in circles, and eventually die in vain.
Chubbun.
When they finally arrived at the Guangzhong Mountain where the Blood Poison Song was located, Tang Gong, who was in the lead, raised his hand.
The Dictatorship youths behind him stopped moving and bowed low.
“That’s where the blood is.”
At Tang Gong’s words, the youths of the Dictatorship Party all raised their heads and looked down into the canyon.
The breakwaters, usually named “gogs,” usually take advantage of their geographic location to create a fortress within the breakwater.
But the Blood Poisoners didn’t have to do that at all, because all of their personnel were poisoners, and they weren’t afraid of ambush.
“From now on, you will use…….”
Dangon sighed as he continued to speak.
The young men of the Dictatorship were all nervous and stiffened up before the real thing.
“If we go in there, we’ll be wiped out.
Then Bu Eun-sul stepped forward and said.
“I have a good plan.”
“Operation?”
Bu Eun-sul told the youth of the Dictatorship Party.
“You don’t seem to have any practical experience, but your thesis was pretty good.”
Masters who use memorization must be quick on their feet.
As a master of rote memorization, Tang Wen is not only a master of memorization but also a master of divination.
“Give them the order, lead the Black Marks to infiltrate the Dictatorship Party members into Blood Poison Song.”
“Infiltration? And then what?”
“Set fire to the main building.”
“Do you mean the fire……?”
“Yes. It doesn’t have to burn, just attract attention. We don’t need to engage, just distract those trying to put out the fire.”
Dangon thought for a moment, then shook his head.
“We are not a band of demons. No matter how vicious the Bloodsuckers are, it’s not right to set fire to them.”
“I’m just trying to get attention, not really start a fire.”
Bu Eun-sul said sheepishly.
“The Blood Poison Song is also a shield that specializes in poison and memorization, with only one thing to protect.”
Then Dangon’s eyes lit up.
“You know, like the apothecary at home.”
Poisons are of utmost importance to the factions that use them.
The Mandok Storehouse at Sichuan Tangmen not only stores a large number of extremely potent poisons that have been painstakingly crafted by Tang Jiavision, but also spirit beasts such as the White Crane Spirit Beast and the Mandok Gold Bead, which are said to be unobtainable even for a thousand gold coins.
A Blood Poisoner that primarily uses poisons will naturally have a place to store them, such as the Mandokgo.
“Those places are controlled by people of high status, and if you set them on fire, they’ll be there in a heartbeat.”
“I see.”
Dangon nodded as if he realized everything.
Double-action warfare.
Bu Eun-sul wants to start a fire to distract the enemy’s attention and troops while he takes out the leaders in one fell swoop.