Chapter 144

-The Cause of the Commonwealth has been assassinated!
Suddenly, a shocking rumor spread through the herd.
Just a month after the death of Yeo Hwan-jin, the leader of the Jongnam sect, another leader was killed.
-The culprit must be a murderer!
In the body of the Great Cause Advocate of the Communist Sect, Ping Xiuyun, who was hiding in a shelter, there were thirty memorizations and eight extreme disciplines.
Five types of acidic pollutants were detected that significantly reduced the porosity.
However, the definitive cause of death was a single stab wound near the neck. The carotid artery had been severed with a sharp, narrow sword.
The wound was very similar to the wound on the Extreme Demon Blood Island of the Fleshwater Sword School, and in a way, it was similar to the flesh sword that killed Ye Huanjin.
-I will catch the culprit!
A tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye.
The Zhongnan sect, followed by the Communist sect, began to send out disciples in large numbers to the strongholds to catch the culprits.
A frothy mist was blanketing the world.
Whether it was the rain or the fact that all the customers were Murimans, there were many customers who ordered alcohol in the morning.
Murimans don’t drink alcohol with their meals.
He is less drunk because he has honed his skills, and he relieves the hardship of living on sword rice by drinking.
Dulcet.
The young man in the window seat on this floor of the bar was filling his glass alone.
His long, thin hair is untied, making it hard to see his features, and a rusted longsword hangs from his back, giving him the air of a poor warrior.
It was swollen tongue.
The sword is intentionally made to look like it’s rusted, as the mysterious glow that emanates from it is noticeable everywhere.
Woof.
Just then, the tiniest hint of blackness rang out from the hilt.
It was as if they were frustrated by the fact that they had something tacked on to the outside.
“Please wait.”
Pouring himself a glass of liquor, Buunsul said in a low voice.
“I’ll get you a match for you soon enough.”
As if he understood, the low sobs slowly died down.
With a wry smile on her lips, Bu Eun-sul refilled her glass.
“How did I end up here?”
After dealing with Ye Huanqin and leaving Qinyang, he originally intended to return to Nangyagak.
But then I had a sudden realization that made me turn around.
‘If we return to the main hall, the Great White Lord will surely show us the easy way.
Bu Eun-sul is the heir to Nyangyagak’s future, so Baek Yeon has been overly concerned about his well-being.
If she were to return to Nangyagak, Baekyeon would find a way to make it easier for her to deal with Daejeon.
“I don’t want to deal with the big guys like that.
Swollen tongue is not watering.
I don’t want to study fighting from a vantage point. I wanted to face it head-on and give it my all, even if it meant losing.
Failure, of course, means death, but if you can survive, you will have gained a foothold…… to become strong once again.
Chirp.
Finished with her thoughts, Bu Eun-sul refilled her glass.
“Mmm.”
But it’s weird. I’ve only had one bottle and I feel heat in my cheeks and a slight heaviness in my body.
Not long ago, I could drink three or four bottles of strong liquor and not feel a thing. Now, even though I’ve emptied a bottle of white liquor, I’m getting drunk.
‘It’s because I’ve entered the realm of the semi-retired.
Bueunseol enters the semi-polar core hole ritual stratum.
This has led to the phenomenon of the counterfactual, where the extraordinary becomes the ordinary.
The problem is that it’s not just the prayers, it’s also the ordinaryizing of the auras that are rising in the body.
What if you don’t intentionally raise your inner ball? No one would ever know that Bu Eun-sul is a master with an inner ball level that exceeds 2,000.
‘I don’t feel comfortable getting drunk, but…….’
Bu Eunseol sneaks up on him and tries to burn him,
“No, it’s going to cost me less to drink.
He snorted and shook his head.
Purr.
Suddenly, a group of men in navy blue robes burst into the room.
The sword strapped to his waist is short, like a katana, and his armor is Taoist.
His eyes narrowed as he studied them.
“Co-wave.
They were none other than the Taoists of the Joint School.
Sigh.
As they looked around the room, the masters of the communal school split into groups and surrounded the room.
“I apologize for interrupting your meal. My name is Kang Zhongliang, and I’m in charge of the Co-Sect’s bodyguard, and I’m looking for the beast that harmed the disciple of the main sect.”
Swollen Snow frowned.
The officials of Pocheng would laugh in your face if you asked them to, and you’re investigating the martial artists from one of the sects?
In fact, it was more like a ridiculous streak.
However, the Communist Party is affiliated with the old Pilebang. In addition to its power, the fact that it is located in Jinan, a city with a strong political faction, made it possible.
‘To Seokwoo. He stayed here.’
When Bu Eun-sul hears a rumor that the Great Leader of the Communist Party was killed by Sal-soo, she instantly knows that Seok-woo is responsible.
‘He must have gotten the information from the defeat of the Yuyun Dragon and killed Ping Seowoon.
It’s unlikely that Seok Woo-hyung’s killing of Ping Seowoon was for the revenge of the Yuyun Dragon.
He must have secretly witnessed the confrontation between Liu Yunlong and Ping Seowoon, and based on that, he devised a plan to kill Ping Seowoon.
‘The intelligence of the old file room is as good as the old saloon.
As they surveyed the area, it was clear that the Seokwoo Line had been in this neighborhood.
‘Even if it is, it’s a strange thing.
Bu Eun-sul was puzzled as she watched the Co-Sect disciples rummaging around in the seats.
“What are they going to find the culprit with?
Seokwoo-haeng is a natural killing machine, chosen by the extreme killing angles.
When he killed Ping Seowoon, he didn’t use an ultra-lethal poisonous killing technique, but rather left a trace of universal, ordinary killing.
It’s been said that there are traces of the use of river blood islands, but that’s speculation.
But how does the collaborative find the culprit?
“Excuse me for a moment.”
At that moment, two disciples of the Joint School approached the man in front of Bu Eun-sul.
“I know it’s a rude thing to ask, but…… would you mind showing me your palm?”
“Palms?”
The man at the table gave him a puzzled look, but obediently showed him his palm.
Then the disciples of the Co-fa stared at their hands for a long time.
They exchanged glances and simultaneously clasped their hands together.
“Excuse me.”
‘Wow. That’s what it was.’
It was only then that I realized how the masters of the communal sect were trying to find the path to Seokwoo.
The hand of the killer. It is the sword of the swordsmen.
If you’ve been practicing for long enough, you’ll notice a unique mark on your hands that sets you apart from other drones.
“But it’s reckless.
To find the marks of a cultivated martial artist by the marks they leave on their hands.
It is impossible for the average human to do. At the very least, it’s something that can only be found by reaching the very edge of the peak.
And the seemingly ordinary disciples of the Communist Party can find such traces?
“There were no marks on my index finger and thumb.”
Hearing the low murmurs of the Co-Sect disciples at the other table, Bu Eun-sul nodded.
‘I see, they’ve learned how to expertly look for signs of waterlessness.
The power of the old school is at work again.
Throughout its generations of roots in the Murim, Gu Pailbang has faced and survived many crises.
Even if it takes them years, they will chase down the stone to the end.
“Excuse me.”
Then the disciples of the Joint School approached Bu Eun-sul.
“…….”
But as they stared at Bu Eunseol’s face, they shook their heads and clasped their hands together.
“No, I’m sorry.”
And then he turned away.
When he saw her flushed cheeks from a bottle of white wine, he was convinced she wasn’t a martial artist at all.
“This helps me with this.
Bu Eun-sul burst out laughing.
It’s nice to know that the somewhat uncomfortable phenomenon of rebounding is helpful in times like this.
Shaking her head, she poured the last of her drink into her mouth.
And just as you’re about to leave,
“Did you hear,” I asked, “that the great master of the open road, Sheng Lun, will be attending this year’s Jin Mu Yan.”
The conversation of the two warriors sitting behind him stopped him in his tracks.
“Huh? Isn’t he a candidate to be the next Fire Lord of the Ark anyway? What’s the point of attending the Jinmuyeon?”
There are a lot of vendors in the open, and begging is their business.
As a result, the transmission of wushu to students was often disorganized and chaotic.
We lost a lot of great talent because of that, and it undermined the power of openness.
After much deliberation, Open created a banquet called Jinmuyeon, which could only be attended by young disciples under the age of three.
And every year, he finds outstanding disciples from all over the country, or adjusts their positions according to their mastery.
“Of course it’s the Ten Horsemen, they’ve been on a rampage lately, haven’t they already killed two of the Grandmasters?”
“No. What does that have to do with Jin Moo Yeon?”
“It’s a provocation, and the power of open information is unparalleled in the world, and for him to do it publicly after being invisible for so long is to say hello to the …… ten warriors.”
After a brief pause, the Muriman took a long drink and said.
“If they’re gonna come at you, come at them.”
“I see.
If you stay long enough, you might be lucky enough to get some advanced information.
Just like right now.
Bu Eun-sul, who had been listening in silence, stood up from her seat.
You want to verify the authenticity of the information.
* * *
A sake street in a low-rent neighborhood.
Looking up at the gate, Buunseol walked inside to find the front yard covered in sorghum.
The sake brewer’s workers will steam the stacked sorghum and mix it with yeast to moxibustion. The result of this process is a very fine white liquor.
“Come this way.”
At that point, an imposing middle-aged man in front of her led her to a liquor warehouse filled with large jars.
Kuung.
As the door closed with a low click, the middle-aged man spoke in a low voice.
“It’s all true.”
The sake house was actually a local chapter of the Gusalbandai, and the middle-aged man was the head of the chapter who managed the information.
“Sheng Lun is traveling through Hanam on his way to attend the Jinmuyeon in Gwacheon.”
After a pause, the branch manager spoke in a low voice.
“I don’t know what you’ve been tasked with, but you need to stop.”
After staring at Bu Eunseol for a moment, the branch manager spoke again.
“Openness is the best intelligence organization in the world, and no one above the party chief level has ever been exposed.”
A series of low, stealthy voices echoed from the secret storeroom inside the suldo.
“He deliberately exposed himself, and there must be an ulterior motive behind it.”
Bu Eun-sul nodded. His thoughts were in line with the branch chief’s judgment.
The only question at the end of it all is why?
He’s a candidate for the Fire Lord of Openness, a candidate who is said to be the best in the world at being a leader of a political faction. Why is this necessary?
‘Candidate. Candidate…….’
Buunsul asked, as if remembering something.
“Are you sure he’s the fireman of the opening?”
“Not really, he was chosen to be the Great Master because of his natural martial talent, not because he was a candidate for Fire Lord.”
The branch manager blurted out.
“Once he became High Priest, his status changed dramatically, as he went from being a settler to being a candidate for Fire Lord.”
‘As expected.
Only then did Bu Eunseol realize what Sung Lun wanted.
Sheng Lun was originally a settler of low status and martial prowess. It was only through his mastery of the martial arts that he became a co-warrior of the Martial Alliance, the Great Cause Master.
He’s a firebrand candidate thanks to his brilliance, but his foundation wouldn’t be as solid.
He wants to kill one of the Ten Warriors to further enhance his reputation and cement his status as Fire Lord.