Chapter 106

He was a master who wandered the land a hundred years ago, wielding a single reddish sword and commanding the entire region.
In his later years, he died quietly in seclusion on Mount Bulzheng, where he was discovered by a man named Wang Zheng.
“The royal family has made the Buljung Mountain their sphere of influence and is harming those who pass through the area, causing the price of goods that must pass near the mountain to double.”
“I don’t get it. If it was that bad, the politicians who like to take action wouldn’t have stood still.”
“For two reasons: first, the pickling is tough, and we don’t know where they are.”
Yoo Yeon Dam calmly explained.
“The second reason is that what the royal family is doing is tantamount to banditry anyway, and it is not in the dignity of the Zheng family to deal with a mountain dweller, much less a bandit.”
She took a deep breath and continued.
“In the end, the great powers around the islands pooled their money and sent it to the Nangyin Market, because they’re good at this kind of thing.”
“You mean it’s still not processed?”
She smirked as Buunseol prodded.
“Wang Zheng is a very sneaky man, and when a group of masters or martial artists he knows passes by, he never shows up.”
“You’re saying that if you look stronger than you are, you don’t show up.”
“That’s right, so this job is a perfect fit for the unnamed Mr. Seol.”
“I’m sure the task order we’re going to be dealing with is something like that.”
“Not only is Xiao Hao good at martial arts, but he also has a good head.”
Dam Yoo-yeon’s eyes sparkled like sunlight on a lake.
“I look forward to seeing what you can do in this department.”
“Okay.”
When Boo-eun-sul walks out, Dam Yoo-yeon’s eyes change from smiling to determined. It was as if she had decided to do something.
“Sulfo…….”
She bit her lip and spoke in a low voice.
“There’s no way in hell you’re going to get into a fight with the Zhengtian Vice Lord.”
Black Pyo, who followed Buunseol out of the red tent, said with a disgruntled face.
“Mr. Confucius.”
“Speak.”
“Why don’t we just use the old school branch of Confucius to get information and find the powerful?”
“What does that mean?”
The black mark stole a glance at Bu Eunseol.
“I just don’t like that hydroponic pole.”
“Why.”
“Wang Zheng is a great master, unknown to the martial arts world, but well known among the romantics.”
Black Mark pouted when Bu Eunseol fell silent.
“But that man, Su Kyung-jeon, gave strange reasons for his actions, giving the impression that the dynasty had been sneaky.”
“No.”
“No, he’s not only very experienced, he’s actually a very good martial artist.”
Black Mark said, wrinkling his nose.
“If we had been a really strong first-time recruiter, we would have set off on the wrong foot without knowing any of this.”
“Hoo hoo hoo. If you scare them, who will take the job?”
“Accurate information is crucial in the Nangin market. It’s a matter of life and death.”
Black Mark frowned toothily.
“Nangin Market takes a third of my compensation because it includes an information fee, but Su Kyung-jeon, the mayor, hides the information in a clever way.”
The black votes seemed to be firmly disgruntled.
Bu Eun-sul muttered in a low voice, remembering the emotion that briefly flashed across Dam Yoo-yeon’s eyes.
“That’s because you’re going to want to kill me.”
“What?”
“No.”
Bu Eunseol said with a nonchalant expression.
“Let’s get going.”
Bu Eun-sul and Black Mark unleashed a frenzied Divine Law and headed for the Fire Mountain at once.
By midday, they had reached a village near Buljeongsan Mountain.
Bu Eun-sul went into town, rented a carriage, and bought clothes for the marksmen, just in case the royal family didn’t show up.
Dulcet.
A carriage drawn by a black mark was traveling down a mountain pass. The carriage was old, but the horses were even older and slower.
The sun is slowly setting and the carriage is passing through the pass,
Green!
With a crackling sound, a white shadow appeared out of thin air and landed in front of the carriage.
“Whoa.”
As Black Mark halted the march and calmed the prancing horses, Buunsul in the carriage asked.
“What’s going on?”
“Someone is blocking the way.”
The shadow in front of him was a man in a white coat.
What was unique was that he wore a white mask and was not very tall. However, he didn’t look like a bad guy because his eyes, which were visible through the mask, were very bright and clear.
“This place is impassable.”
The masked man, who was staring at the black mark with fierce eyes, said in a cold voice.
“Go back.”
“What?”
The masked man frowned at the black mark, dressed like a rich man’s servant.
“This fork in the road is haunted by vicious wickedness. Get back on the road.”
“Ah.”
He scratched his head as he realized what was happening.
“That’s okay, our Confucius was taught martial arts by a noun, so it’s not like a bunch of bandits…….”
“Not your average bandit.”
The masked man glanced at the black mark and the carriage with arrogant eyes before speaking in a solemn and cold voice.
“Go back if you want to live.”
Bam!
With those words, the cloaked man unfolded the Divine Law again and disappeared in an instant.
“…….”
Black Mark, who had been watching the scene blankly, said in a troubled voice.
“Mr. Confucius. I think he’s on his way to seize the throne, too?”
The masked man’s movements as he walked away were as quick and swift as a swallow on water.
“From the way he dresses and the way he lives, he’s not a romantic, he’s a political figure.”
“I don’t care.”
Bu Eun-sul, riding in the carriage, said to Najik.
“He’ll never be king.”
“Is that so? You seem to have quite a bit of kung fu.”
“If Wu Gong alone could have taken the throne, he would have buried his bones here long ago.”
Buunsul’s voice was firm.
“Never mind, go on your way.”
How much time has passed?
As the carriage drove deeper into the mountains, Bu Eun-sul spoke briefly.
“Wait, stop the wagon.”
“What?”
Black Mark hastily stopped the carriage, and Bu Eunseol opened the door and slowly disembarked.
He closed his eyes and began to listen quietly.
“You must have heard something from Confucius.
He strained his ears, but didn’t hear anything except the rustling of leaves in the wind.
After standing there for a while, Bu Eun-sul shook her head, and then suddenly threw a punch at a large giant tree beyond the bushes.
Boom!
His eyes widened as a low vibration spread in all directions.
“There it is.”
He immediately unfolded the Divine Law and began to climb up a pair of cliffs in the distance.
“Mr. Confucius.”
Black Pyo unfolded the Divine Law and began to follow Bu Eunseol.
Green.
Quickly practicing his divine arts through the bushes, Black Mark finally spotted Buunsun crouching on a ledge overlooking the canyon.
Cautiously standing beside him, the black mark widened his eyes.
“What about them?
At the bottom of the canyon, the masked man from earlier was fighting a group of about two dozen men.
Whiz, whiz, whiz!
The weapons they carried were the cheapest available from the forges, but their skill was mediocre at best.
“They must be the king’s men.
The two dozen or so martial artists were trained by the royal court, quick to switch offense and thrifty with their food.
Moreover, twenty blades were alternately aimed at the masked man’s urethra, as if using a jin method.
In terms of skill, they were as good as any of the warriors of the other factions.
“Not bad for a bunch of bandits.”
A cloaked man muttered to himself as he leisurely sidestepped the martial arts on his back.
“But I’m not very good at it.”
Spinning around, he dodged the sword, and it struck him in the tongue.
“Perhaps they didn’t pass on the Divine Law.”
Sigh.
The masked man drew a bokken from his waistband.
The shape of the sword was very unique, with a narrow hilt and a slight golden tint to the entire blade.
The black mark’s eyes lit up when he realized it.
“You’re a master of the Southern Palace!
The masked man’s weapon of choice was a golden needle sword used by the masters of the Southern Palace School.
Black Mark crouched low and whispered to Buunsul.
“Mr. Confucius. Master of the Southern Palace School.”
“I know.”
“Maybe we don’t have to do anything.”
The Namgung family is known as the Namgung Sword Clan because of their exceptional swordsmanship.
In particular, the heavy sword of the Southern Palace is considered to be one of the most advanced techniques in the martial arts.
Emperor Sword.
Thinner than a normal longsword, the Emperor’s Sword Type is a sword that unleashes the pressure of throwing a mountain, and its sheer power is enough to send chills down the spine of any swordsman.
Papapapap!
The cloaked man opened his one-sword, and dozens of steel needles poured out of it.
The swift, quick thrusts made him look like he was unleashing a spearbow.
Follow me!
At the same time, a series of metallic clangs rang out, and the swords held by the martial artists in front of them fell to the ground without a trace.
“Surrender!”
A cloaked man with five swords on his hilt spoke up.
And then, the overwhelmed herd slowly began to retreat.
“Wang Zheng, where is he?”
A masked man calls out to the retreating horde,
“Retreat!”
The martial artists turned en masse and suddenly began to run away as fast as a cockroach spreading.
“Bullshit.”
The masked man with the sheathed sword immediately snapped his fingers.
Papapapak.
But then something amazing happened.
Isn’t it like the wind at your back and you’re still running?
“You’re wearing a robe.”
The smirking masked man unleashed the Divine Law again and began to chase the group out of the canyon.
“Hmm.”
Bu Eunseol, who was looking down at him, shook her head.
“I’m going to die.”
“They’ve done unspeakable things, so maybe it’s a case of…… retribution.”
“No, I mean the author.”
Bu Eun-sul’s gaze was fixed on the masked man.
“You mean that…… master of the Southern Palace?”
“The sons of the mighty and experienced are susceptible to dirty tricks.”
“What?”
“He had to think about why they had given up their geographical advantage and surrounded him in a clearing in the canyon.”
Before he could finish his sentence,
Pass!
The cloaked man, who had been pounding the ground in the canyon, plunged to the bottom in a cloud of dust.
It was so unexpected that it caught us off guard.
The trap had been dug deep into the ground and covered with a thin layer of branches and soil in the path of the herd’s escape.
Ta-da!
But as soon as he fell into the trap, he leapt up and out of the deep pit.
Sharp steel needles were embedded in the floor, but in a masterful act of divination, he used the needles as a footstool.
Ouch!
But around the body of the masked man who had risen to the ground, white powder was blowing in the wind.
The floor was not only sprinkled with steel needles, but also with vicious acid.
“Yum.”
The masked man immediately locked his breathing, but the microscopic acid had already entered his lungs.
Flash!
In the midst of the fleeing crowd, one of the men suddenly spun around and began swinging his sword crosswise.
Bam!
The masked man quickly drew his sword and blocked the attack, only to inhale another breath of acid.
“Hahaha!”
He had a good laugh at the sight.
“You’re a high-flyer, kid.”
Quickly stepping back, the masked man realized something and bit his lip.
“You are…… the royal family.”
“Yes.”
The man stepped in front of the masked man with a leisurely gait and nodded.
“I am the monarchy.”
To his surprise, the royal family was mingled amongst his men, who wore the same weapons and clothes.
“I see, that’s why it hasn’t caught on.”
The masked man finally realized it all.
The royal family has taken advantage of the fact that the dragon hair diggers are not well known, and have been plundering among their own men.