Chapter 103

Iron Palace.
It is the residence of the Sichuan Tang family’s patriarch and the heir apparent.
Hooray.
Dangon was drinking tea in a pavilion overlooking a beautiful flower garden.
Across from him sat Bu Eunseol, dressed in a black robe.
“I’ve been busy for a few days and haven’t seen you.”
After half a day of hard-fought battles, Dangon defeated Tang Ling by half a second.
Later, he officially became the head of the Tang family and moved to Chuljunggak, the center of the inner sanctum, opposite the Gungeongak, where the Tang family resided.
Upon becoming Lord of the Household, he was authorized to train the household staff, the best bodyguards in Tang, and all of Tang’s armaments.
“But why does he have that look on his face?”
Bu Eun-sul looked at Tang Gong, who sat with a trembling expression.
He had finally accomplished everything he wanted, but his expression didn’t look too bright.
“I don’t know. This wasn’t the ending I wanted.”
Sadly, Tang Ling died quietly three days after the end of the Bimu competition.
With a few of his veins melted from the tension of Tang Bi’s beating, he had fought another half-day battle with Tangon to the limit.
Also, after waking up from her injuries, Dangbi left the country.
He felt guilty that Tang Ling had died because of the blow he had delivered. And that he couldn’t bring himself to be loyal to Tangon.
“Don’t talk like you’ve done it all.”
Bu Eun-sul looked at Tang Gong and spoke forcefully.
“The rest of your life is just beginning.”
You must master the art of arms, become unbeatable, and earn the trust of the Tang Clan.
Not only that, but there is a lot of work to be done in the future, including expanding our network and solidifying partnerships with the various denominations and Sega’s successors…….
“You’re always right.”
Dangon smirked.
“And it always embarrasses me.”
This young man, who looked a year or two younger than he was, always had the insights and values of an old man who had lived to see the twilight.
“Don’t think so, you’re a wise and brilliant man, believe in yourself.”
As Bu Eun-sul stood up, Dangon said wistfully.
“Are you leaving?”
Dangon knew.
I realized that Bu Eun-sul had already prepared to leave with Black Mark. But she didn’t want to leave him like this.
“Can you stay a little longer, I have a lot of work ahead of me.”
“You must join forces with your kin in the Tang family. There is nothing I can do to help.”
“That’s what they say. Stay a few more days. Now that my cow is a lord, I’m going to open up the main house’s liquor cellar big and…….”
“No thanks, we’ll do it another time.”
Bu Eun-sul smiled wryly.
“Wouldn’t it be nice to have a little disappointment the next time we meet?”
“I see.”
Taking a deep breath, Dangon smiled thinly. He pulled a small plaque from his bosom.
It was a decree of the patriarch, who could give orders to all the figures in the family except the patriarch himself.
“You and I are…… and my home will be life and death with you.”
Dangon said in a heated voice.
“Take it.”
“That’s a loss.”
“Huh?”
Bu Eun-sul smiled uncharacteristically.
“I will live a little longer than you,” he said, “but what is my loss if I live and die?”
At that, Dangon’s eyes widened with emotion.
He realized that this little joke was Boo-eun-sul’s way of telling him.
Smart.
At that moment, there was a knock on the door, followed by the voice of the slender Sibi.
“Lord Shaolin. A great lord from the Qianlong Clan has come to visit the Fuxiao Clan.”
“Dry?”
If it was the Gungondae, it was the direct guard of the patriarch.
Why would the most fearsome warrior in the Tang family’s pro-government squadron seek out Bu Eunseol instead of himself?
“Let me hear it.”
As Dangon spoke, the door opened and a muscular, middle-aged man politely entered.
“The fate of the dry land is with you, Lord Soga.”
“What’s going on.”
“The patriarch is looking for a subordinate.”
“This guy? Why?”
“He just told me to go to sleep.”
“Okay, lead the way. ”
Bu Eunseol rose to her feet, and Tang Kon rose with her.
“I’ll come with you.”
“I’m sorry, but the patriarch has commanded me to bring only the vice-patriarch.”
“Mmm.”
When Tang Gong gave her a quizzical look, Bu Eun-sul waved her hand.
“Let’s go.”
* * *
Tiredness.
This is the residence of the head of the Sichuan Tang family.
It is the same as the name of the pavilion where the Muriman of the Muriman Clan resides, because the first Muriman was the head of the Sichuan Tang family.
“Please wait here for a moment.”
Sibby led the way into a banquet room filled with luxurious furnishings.
As Bu Eun-sul sat down, the inner door opened and a middle-aged man in a white robe slowly walked out.
It was a rout.
“Gazoo.”
Bu Eun-sul rose from her seat and bowed respectfully.
This is because he was not the patriarch of the famous Sichuan Tang family, but the father of Qin Wu.
“I thought I heard you were leaving today.”
“Yes, but you called me because…….”
“Hahaha. How could I let my benefactor go?”
Tang Fei is a master of the Extreme Heavenly Realm, ranking alongside the Great Master of Gu Pilebang and the head of the Eight Great Families.
It was so transcendent that it would normally emit a prayer so intense that it would take your breath away, but now it was like a spring breeze, like finding a long-lost love.
He was right, for the puppet was a gift from heaven to Tang Fei.
Not only did he awaken all of Dangon’s abilities that were missing, but he also dealt with the Blood Poison Song’s Vice-Poisoning.
The fame of the Tang family had spread beyond Sichuan to Hunan and Hubei, and many young people were hoping to join the Tang family’s outer circle.
“Thanks to you, Kunyi has realized his abilities as a cattleman, and our family’s reputation has grown.”
A smile crossed Tang Fei’s lips as he looked at Bu Eunseol.
“The younger members of the Dictatorship Party have even asked to be under Gon’s command, and the reason is because of you and the boy you brought with you.”
After a pause, Tang Fai nodded and said.
“You’ve solved two of my biggest headaches.”
“I was just helping out a little bit on the side.”
“Hoo hoo hoo. How humble.”
Tang Fei, who had been gazing at Bu Eunseol’s exquisite beauty, asked cautiously.
“Do you happen to know where your private door is?”
“It is.”
“Don’t worry. It doesn’t matter that you’re a Mado figure, not a political party.”
Tang Fei said grimly.
“The main family has ties to some of the martial arts sects as well, and just because our paths differ doesn’t mean we have to deny each other.”
In fact, not only he, but everyone in the Tang family had suspected that Bu Eun-sul was not a member of the prestigious political party.
If you’re a master of the art, they’ll know.
Still, asking about his background was a sign that he had ulterior motives.
“We are under strict orders not to disclose any private information.”
“I see.”
Tang Fei said in a low voice with a wistful expression.
“When you leave home, do you have a destination?”
“None.”
“I see. So, if…….”
Coughing again, Tang Fei spoke in a low voice.
“I hear you’ve met Cheung Yi.”
“Yes.”
“Whatever.”
“Which one?”
“So…….”
Tang Fei glared at Bu Eunseul’s face.
Wushu is wushu, but there’s no lack of courage, prayer, or atmosphere.
As he stared into Buunsun’s still eyes, which were as clear as the autumn sky, Tang Fei finally got to the point.
“You don’t want to be the next Daryl Dice in the family?”
“If it’s a dice.”
“If it’s okay with you, I’m going to build a bridge with Cheung Yi myself.”
If someone had heard this, they would have jumped up and down and questioned the sanity of the party.
He was a party boss who professed that he would not even allow himself to meet a man unless he was the heir to Gu Feifang or the son of a Murimenist.
But why would he recommend that Boo Eun-sul, Kang-ho’s self-proclaimed wanderer, become the Dangcheong’s dilettante?
‘A man of his stature and martial prowess would be a force to be reckoned with. It’s better to have a head start.
“I’m…….”
“Don’t give me the easy answer.”
Tang Fei looked very cautious.
“To be Qing Yi’s douluo means that you will not only learn all of the main family’s eight arms, but you will also run the gate with him and lead the kingdom.”
“…….”
“And from the lord of the house himself, Qingyi is not only skilled in the art of the koto, but she is also known as Sichuan’s best maiden.”
“We appreciate the favor, but there’s a lot of work to be done after the bull run.”
“I’m not asking you to decide now.”
At Bu Eun-sul’s adamant reply, Tang Fei smirked and took a step back.
“I’m sure he’ll have an opinion, and you never know what the human connection will be.”
Tang Fei gently patted Bu Eunsul’s shoulder and said.
“After all, you’re Gon’s best friend, aren’t you, and you’ll have a family of your own in the future, so you should think about your future.”
“I see.”
“Gon’e must have gotten the Sogaiju order, and…… is there anything you want from this gaiju? I’ll grant you anything.”
He pondered for a moment, then shook his head.
“None.”
“No?”
“Yes.”
“Take your time. There’s still time.”
“None.”
His eyes widened in disbelief as he replied.
How can you say with a straight face that you’re willing to grant whatever the Sichuan Tang family wants?
“Hmmm.”
Coughing incoherently, Dangfang said.
“We have the most skilled memorization masters in the world. Do you know how to write memorization?”
“I never learned.”
“Well then, I’ll have my craftsmen make you a fine mnemonic device. You won’t even be able to escape the mnemonics of my family’s mnemonic devices.”
Bu Eun-sul shook her head once more at the gentle reminder.
“That’s fine.”
“Hmmm. Then…….”
Tang Fei seemed to ponder something for a moment, then slowly pulled a thin booklet from his bosom.
On its newly crafted rustic exterior, two large characters are written in grass script: “Dagger Treasure Mirror”.
“As you may know, the foundation of Bonga’s dark arts is non-dojo…….”
A hint of bitterness flickered in the corners of his eyes as he remembered the Tang Clan who had died quietly after the non-martial competition.
Although he appeared cold and unflappable in his position as head of the family, he was not so harsh in reality.
“Take it, for it is a gift from my lord.”
“That’s fine.”
The martial arts of the Tang family are off-limits. It is never passed on to others.
“Is it something that’s just given to you and you become part of the family?”
The jokester smiled benevolently.
“That’s okay. It’s not a Tang Dynasty martial art, it’s just a record of the profound insights I’ve gained from using the I Ching.”
Tang Fei, who had once again handed over the secret weapon to Bu Eun-sul, muttered lowly to himself.
“And Koni wields a sword, so he won’t need this.”
The voice was so small I could barely hear it, but it was filled with deep regret.
After standing tall for a moment, Bu Eunseol accepted the reward and bowed her head.
“Thank you for your generosity.”
“Whenever things get tough, remember that home is behind you.”
Tang Fei smirked and looked at Bu Eunseol.
“Well, I’m sure your tutor is just as powerful.”
“Thank you.”
“I wish you the best of luck.”
“Sure.”
Snowflake slowly turned around.
Tang Fei muttered to himself as he watched Bu Eun Seol’s figure fade into the distance.
“I don’t know where the hell they got that from.”
There was a deep regret in his voice.
He sincerely wanted to welcome Buunsul as a dice.
“There’s always a chance.”
Tang Qing is not a flower that sits around and waits for attention. She’s a woman like a bee visiting a beautiful flower.
“He’s a one-man army…… and he’s not going to stand still.”
Tang Fei, who knew Tang Qing’s personality well, smirked and turned away.