Chapter 151

Chapter 151

Baekyeon continued with a solemn expression.
“The underlying reason why the battle of the Cause and the Ten Horsemen began.”
“I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”
Pausing for a moment, Bai Yan’s gaze was fixed on the distant sky.
“The Ten Horsemen and the Great Master. On the surface, it’s just a clash of young masters, but…… in reality, it’s a battle of the titans once again.”
“You mean the power struggle……?”
After a moment of silent contemplation, Bu Eun-sul shook her head.
I could never agree with that idea.
“If this fight was a power struggle between the Mado and the Faction, they should have taken the time to make sure that the Mado had enough time to deal with the Grandmaster.”
Buunsul bit her lip as she remembered the dying on the slaughterfields of the Infernal City.
“But they forced him to leave because he was interfering with the fight over the successor, and the ten horsemen were just discarded hands anyway.”
“It’s a throwaway line. That’s right.”
Baekyeon’s eyes deepened.
“That’s why it’s possible to have a power struggle.”
Baekyeon’s long, phoenix-like eyes narrowed.
“As you said, all of the heirs of the Ten are alive and well. That’s why the Demon Warriors are using the Ten Demon Warriors to take care of the Great Master. …….”
He paused for a moment, then spoke again, heavily.
“Even on the partisan side.”
In that moment, she realized something terrifying.
Why Sheng Lun was so determined to kill him. Wasn’t that the same situation as the Ten Demon Warriors?
“So, are you saying that the same is true for the High Command?”
“Yes.”
Baekyeon nodded faintly.
“Regardless of the sect, we will select those with outstanding qualities, teach them martial arts generously, and make them the pillars of the party. That was the plan.”
After a pause, Baekyeon sighed.
“And the plan seemed to work. But it turned out to have unforeseen problems.”
Bu Eun-sul immediately replied.
“Like the Ten Horsemen, the heirs of the Degree faction felt threatened.”
“Yes.”
Baekyeon smiled bitterly.
“All the sects, including Gu Pailbang, already had their own successors, but when the Great Master came along, it caused a schism.”
The bigger the boss, the better the heir apparent.
If you don’t have the support of the factions that support you, you’re not going to get anywhere.
Dangon did, and so did Sung Lun.
“But aren’t Zhongnan and Co. anxiously searching for the Ten Demon Warriors who killed them?”
“That’s right. We’re looking for the Ten Warriors. Only ‘only’ ten horsemen.”
Baekyeon smiled coldly.
“If they really wanted revenge, they would have at least found the sect that sent the ten warriors first and demanded payment. It’s much faster that way.”
“I see.”
It was only now that Bu Eun-sul realized everything.
Ten Warriors and the Cause.
Those who had mastered the highest level of martial arts, Madao and Degree, were merely the long term end of the …… semi-phase, replacing the fight of transfer.
“So that’s why the Great Masters didn’t stay in their respective waves.
The once glorious champions of a cause.
But they weren’t in the game anymore, they were just sitting on the sidelines.
They were forced to leave the sect quietly, so as not to upset the power structure of their successors.
“But you’re different.”
Baekyeon stared straight into Bu Eunseol’s eyes, who was lost in thought.
“You are the heir to Nanyagak. It has been so since the beginning, and it is so now.”
Taking a deep breath, Baekyeon spoke up.
“If you want, I can free you from the shackles of the Ten Horsemen right now.”
Bu Eunseol’s gaze was fixed on the air, not Baekyeon.
He didn’t want to be the former king of Nanyagak, or even the heir to the throne.
Becoming unstoppable.
He only wants to grow stronger and stronger, to find the beast that changed his fate and take revenge.
“You shouldn’t shy away from trials.
To be strong, you should never avoid trials.
If you start avoiding risky and difficult things, you’ll eventually get used to them. You’ll never become a powerhouse that can look down on the rest of the world.
“I’m…….”
Taking a deep breath, Bu Eun-sul spoke up.
“I’ll continue to deal with the high priest.”
Baekyeon nodded at his unhesitating answer.
“I knew you’d say that.”
With a dry smile, Bai Yan pulled an envelope from her bosom.
“Read it. I can’t stay here long, so I’ve put all the information I need to give you here.”
Her eyes widened as she opened the envelope and began to read.
“These are…….”
“The decision is yours to make. Whatever you choose, this lender…… and this angle will believe in you.”
“Lender.”
Smiling, Baekyeon patted Buunseol’s shoulder once again.
“Be careful.”
Looking at Bu Eunseol with warm eyes, Baekyeon slowly turned around and disappeared like a mist.
Looking in the direction Baekyeon had disappeared, Bu Eunseol clasped her hands together and bowed her head deeply.
“More…….”
Muttering lowly, Buunsul bit her lip tightly.
“I will be stronger.”
Yikes.
A thick sheet of paper was burning in the bonfire I had built.
It was the envelope Baek-yeon had given to Bu-eun-sul.
Buunsul’s eyes were blank as he stared at the paper burning away in white smoke.
It looked like it was thinking deeply, and it looked like it wasn’t thinking at all.
“You must select.”
The envelope contained two pieces of information.
First, there was the trend of the Ten Warriors in the Wu Rim.
Seok Woo-hyung, a ten-horse warrior of the Extreme Fierceness, is said to have taken out another Cause.
And Myo Tianwu, the Ten Demon Warriors of the Demon Palace, was said to have defeated the Great Master late in the game to escape the chase.
‘Myotianwu has survived, just like the Yuyun Dragon.
To summarize, four of the seven Ten Warriors survived.
The second piece of information was that the Demon Emperor, who had been told of the closure, had broken the closure and returned to the Demon Warriors within the moon.
This means that after Dal Po, things could be different for the ten warriors again.
Baekyeon also expected the fight between the Ten Demon Warriors and the Great Master to stop.
“He’s the heir apparent.”
Bu Eun-sul had no intention of becoming a candidate to succeed Ma Zhen by killing many of the great masters.
But this time, she was determined to do something about it.
It’s about throwing off the shackles of the ten horsemen themselves.
“If I can’t even do these things, I’m not worthy of being the heir to the throne.”
For the sake of the men who had sacrificed themselves for him, Buunseol had to grow stronger.
“I’ve got a month to go anyway.”
In order to do so, Bu Eunseol would have to jump over the Seokwoo Line, meaning he would have to kill the two great warriors inside Dalpo.
* * *
Longsword Sanjiang.
A deep mountain hut built along the rugged natural terrain of Mount Birong.
Although it is not comparable to Gu Pailbang or Eight Great Seas, it was a checkpoint of a venerable political sect that has long been famous in the Zhengzhou area.
Eight years ago, when Han Sung, the owner of Janggum Sanjang, was chosen as the Grand Master, the fame of Janggum Sanjang went far beyond Zhengzhou and reverberated throughout Hanam.
Whining.
Loud music was blaring from inside the Zhang Sword Mountain Hall, and people were gathering like clouds.
This was the day that Han Young-baek, the owner of Janggum Mountain Farm, performed the gold brewing ceremony.
Quit the business.
It is a ritual of washing hands with water in a golden basin, signifying the liquidation of all the silver one has earned in Kangho and retirement from the martial arts.
And the washing of the golden buns was a unique ritual that could only be performed by the masters of the sect.
How to wash away a blood grudge with blood.
The truth is, even if you have a golden formula a hundred times a thousand, those who hold a grudge will never stop seeking revenge.
Therefore, only those who have done many good deeds in the Murim are allowed to perform this ritual, and only those who have been recognized by the authorities.
Squeal.
A huge crowd flocked to Janggum Sanjang to celebrate Han Youngbaek’s golden rebirth ceremony.
It’s a small checkpoint in Zhengzhou, but Hanseong’s face is the face of the Great Patriarch, and tributes have been sent from all over the region.
At that moment, with the ding-dong of a bell, the martial artists of the Zhanggum Mountain Village came with a large table.
On the table was a gleaming golden basin of crystal clear water.
“Thank you, fellow students!”
Just then, an old man in a silk robe stepped out into the crowd of guests.
It was Han Young-baek, the owner of Janggum Sanjang.
And beside him was a young man of great stature, the owner of the Zhang Sword Mountain School, the great master Han Sheng.
As they gathered around, eating and drinking, they stopped in their tracks when a rich man appeared, and they all looked at him.
“I did not expect so many of you to come to collect the gold dust of a poor old man.”
Han Yingbaek’s voice was low, but full of substance, and it reached the ears of more than three hundred martial artists.
“From this day forward, I, Han Yingbaek, will wash my hands and not interfere in the affairs of the Murim. And henceforth, all matters in the hut will be handled by…….”
Han didn’t continue.
Suddenly, the water in the golden basin popped like a firecracker.
“Father!”
Han Sung instinctively blocked Han Youngbaek’s path.
Chirp!
White smoke rose from the rising liquid. What was in the basin was not clear water, but extreme poison.
“Ugh.”
Han swings his sleeve to push the liquid away,
Chiiyi…….
This time, a thick plume of smoke suddenly rises from the underside of the table and spreads in all directions.
“Ouch!”
Suddenly, a scream rang out from the smoke-filled bowels.
The screams were so desperate, as if every ounce of life had been drained from his body, that they made people’s hair stand on end.
“The Warden is dead!”
As the smoke cleared, someone shouted.
Han Sung’s neck, which had been in the way of Han Youngbaek, was no longer separated from his body.
“Salsuda!”
When the master of the cause, Han Sung, is killed in an instant, chaos reigns.
But that’s weird.
Despite the death of his only child, Han Young-baek’s face was very calm.
He even has a sly smile on his face, doesn’t he?
Guo Woong.
Suddenly, a dull thud rang out from the entrance of the hut.
At the same time, dozens of martial artists burst out of the backyard with a clattering sound and sealed the entrance with a swift motion.
The people in the room looked at each other as the unexpected happened.
-What the heck is going on?
“Calm down!”
At that moment, Han Youngbaek looked around and spoke in a loud voice.
“Dongdo, I, Han Young-baek, am the first to apologize!”
He glanced around solemnly, then spoke again.
“I’ve heard that a group of demons called the Ten Demon Warriors have been disturbing the river lately.”
At that, a few of the more observant martial artists nodded faintly.
He realized that the formula was a trap to lure in the ten horsemen.
“That’s right. This golden powdered water formula was a ploy to attract the Ten Devils.”
After a brief pause, Youngbaek Han spoke again.
“Of course, the ceremony will go ahead as scheduled, but only after we’ve dealt with the Ten Demons who infiltrated this place.”
At that moment, a young man came up behind Han Youngbaek.
At that moment, the people in the room let out a gasp, for he was none other than Han Sheng, the owner of the Zhang Sword Mountain Village.
You mean he had a twin brother?
“Woohak, your sacrifice will never be forgotten.”
With a pained expression, Han slapped the young man, whose face looked exactly like his own.
Then a thin cotton ball oozed out, revealing the face of a beaky-eyed young man.
-I can’t believe they have that!
The warriors were aghast at the sight.
Bast cotton balls are not uncommon in the Murim.
However, it’s only a tool for hiding your face, not an exact copy of someone else’s face.
“Sorry to scare you guys.”
As the martial artists of the Long Sword Mountain Village respectfully removed Wu Hak’s body, this time Han Sheng stepped forward and clasped his hands together.
“When I heard that the Ten Demon Warriors from the Extreme Slaughterhouse were targeting me, I made all the preparations I could, and with the help of the elderly man in the Professors’ Hall, I made a noodle ball.”
The murmurs of the martial artists then burst from their mouths.
The footnote of the Hanging Angle, Fang Henghai, was a master of the tracheotomy known as the Hanging Heavenly, and a craftsman who was said to be able to make anything.
Han Sung asked Fang Nenghai to make him a face mask just like his own, and put it on a martial artist in the Zhang Sword Mountain Village.
When he finished explaining, Han Sung looked around with a big smile on his face.
“If you show yourself now and submit to their captivity, they will spare your life.”
At Han Sung’s shout, the people in the room looked at each other, but no one answered.
“I can’t help it.”
Han nodded, and the men of the Zhang Sword Mountain Village blocked the entrance.
“We apologize, but we ask that our guests in this hall be escorted away.”
There was an outburst of laughter from some of the martial artists.
“We’re just here to celebrate the golden anniversary of a longtime merchant!”
“The last thing I need is to be involved in such a nuisance!”
Han Sung, who had been listening to them silently, said in a solemn voice.
“We are taking this action to detect the Ten Devils, and we ask for your understanding. If you refuse to comply, please contact …….”
Han Shuo’s eyes shone with a brilliant light.
“I can only assume that he was involved.”
Like a champion of a cause that resonated throughout the heavens, Han Shuo’s body emanated a powerful aura that overwhelmed Zhou Zhong.
A few of the warriors looked disgruntled, but eventually, as if they had no choice, they started moving.
“……!”
As the martial artists were nearing the end of their journey, Han Shuo’s eyes flashed sharply.
I was met with the piercing gaze of a middle-aged man moving slowly down the street.
It was a fleeting glance, but Han Sung didn’t let it go.
“Wait.”
Bam!
Sensing that he had been spotted by Han Sheng, the middle-aged man suddenly turned around and began to leap over the fence of the Zhang Sword Mountain Range.
Ouch!
But at that moment, a blood purple color spread out of thin air.
At the same time, a middle-aged man jumping over the fence fell to the ground.
Kuung.
Dozens of shadows in navy blue robes descended from thin air toward the fallen middle-aged man.
They were the masters of the communal school.