Chapter 158

Spring has sprung again in Nanyagak.
One day in the spring of March, when the winds were blowing, a man dressed in black came to Nangyagak.
“Disciple of Nangyagak, you have been commanded by the Heavenly Emperor to take the Buunsun as a demonic spirit.”
He declined to disclose his affiliation.
This was because his sleeves were embroidered with the symbol of the Twin Dragon Pearl, which symbolizes magic.
It was a mark that could only be worn by those who were above the rank of party boss, the dignitaries.
“Okay.”
Bu Eun-sul bade farewell to Dan Cheng, Master Ch’ien, the members of the Changxin Corps, and others.
He didn’t hesitate to step outside.
At the entrance to Nangyagak was a gleaming, black-polished eight-horse carriage with an escort of black horses surrounding it.
“That’s new.
Buunsul has been in the jousting ring twice and never received this treatment.
It wasn’t until I saw the escort that I realized the extent of his status.
“Get in.”
The horseman politely extended his hand toward the carriage.
Now, if you go into the maze……
Bu Eun-sul will be formally recognized as a candidate to succeed Mazen.
Dulcet.
A black armored carriage with the banner of Maejeon drove out of Gummisan and into Gwando.
At the front of the carriage are warriors on black horses, and around them are masters of the art of warfare who stealthily escort the carriage.
Sitting in the carriage, Bu Eun-sul stares out the window with a blank stare.
‘A potential successor to Mazen.
Taking a deep breath, he shook his head slightly.
‘I wanted to be as much of a disciple of Nanyagak as possible.
Being high up isn’t always a good thing.
To rule over the many is to demand blood.
“You’re on the back of a tiger anyway.
Power is hard to let go of once you have it.
This is partly because of the sweetness of power, but also because when you let go of it, it can become a stab in the back.
“Now that my presence has been made known to the Demon Emperor, all the powerful men of the High Council and the Ten Doors will have their eyes on me.
Bu Eun-sul smiled bitterly.
If you can’t avoid the inevitable situation where you’ll eventually be considered to succeed your predecessor, then you should hold on to that position until the end.
But that’s weird.
A carriage that should be heading to the Holy City suddenly veers off into the desolate countryside?
The fast-moving carriage arrived at the entrance to a huge, uninhabited manor house.
The carriage comes to a stop, but no sound is heard.
Squeak.
When Bu Eun-sul stepped out of the carriage, everyone around her was gone, from the escort to the coachman.
‘Is this a test of strength. Or…….’
Bu-eun-sul stares at the gates of the gatehouse of the closed park.
He slowly stepped into it, not at all fazed.
The outside of the closed shop was dusty, but the inside was neat and tidy, as if someone had cleaned it up.
“Welcome.”
Inside, a clean chant was played, and a low, male voice came from within.
“In the meantime, you’ve become a powerhouse.”
The voice in the chorus is vaguely familiar.
As Bu Eun-sul remained silent, a shadowy figure slowly emerged from the chorus.
In the chorus, a man in a colorful silk robe appeared.
His face is covered by a fan, but his eyes and body shape are enough to give him away.
“……!”
“I see you know who I am.”
In a very friendly voice, Sana spoke to Buunsul.
“I don’t remember showing you the real reason.”
“Because you have the same voice and the same eyes.”
“Ho-ho. You have a good memory. Or should I say, good eyesight.”
With an exclamation of admiration, he slowly removed the fan covering his face.
He was a handsome man, with pale skin and a prominent nose. But his eyes were somehow worldly and languid, giving off an air of decadence.
“Let me formally greet you.”
He smirked.
“I am Dao Tianlin, the Sogai of the Blood Salts.”
The masked man who first encouraged Bu-Eun-Seol to join the group in the past.
He was none other than Dao Tianlin, the legitimate successor of the Dao of Blood.
“Interesting. Blood Salinity can summon masters of magic.”
Dao Tianlin smirked at Bu Eunseol’s question.
“The master of the house was not the master of the house, but the master of the house was the man of the house.”
Dao Tianlin stared at Bu Eunsun like he was looking at a funny toy.
“You’re still the same, by the way. You were pretty quiet when you were on Hell Island.”
He paused, his eyes twinkling.
“You don’t ask any questions. Don’t you wonder why I brought you here?”
“I’m going to say it anyway.”
At Bu Eun-sul’s words, Dao Tianlin smiled and nodded.
“Without being long-winded, you always cut to the chase. I like that.”
Twirling his fan, he suddenly said solemnly.
“Give up on going to the front lines.”
Suddenly, Do Tianlin’s tone changed to a commanding tone, as if he were addressing a subordinate.
“…….”
“The position of successor to the master is not one that a martial arts-minded martial artist like yourself can fill.”
Bu Eun-sul remained silent.
But this was a different kind of silence: it was a clear rejection.
“If you refuse, from now on, when you go to the battlefield, the road will be a blood road.”
Dao Tianlin sighed and shook his head.
“Because there are too many people who don’t want you to be recognized as the successor.”
“One of them will be Sogajuna of the Blood Salinity.”
“Hahaha.”
Dao Tianlin nodded honestly.
“You’re right. In fact, I don’t want you to be a candidate to succeed him either.”
Do Tianlin’s tone changed to a friendly one, as if he were speaking to an old friend again.
“If you refuse to go to Mazen, I will take responsibility for your safety back home.”
“Safe?”
“I see. I don’t know about you, but you made a big mistake in trusting the old messenger and leaving Nangyagak alone.”
Dao Tianlin said coldly.
“There are many masters of the Faction and the Mado who want you, and they will arrive here soon. By then, you won’t be able to return to Nanya Pavilion even if you wanted to.”
“…….”
“But if you refuse to become the heir to the throne, the masters of the House will begin escorting you immediately. To ensure your safe return to Nangyagak.”
“That’s weird.”
Bu Eun-sul said sheepishly.
“You’ve been ordered by the Heavenly Emperor to stop a disciple of Nangyagak on his way to the demonic battlefield.”
“If nothing else, the Emperor doesn’t care about the squabbling of successor candidates. He’s been there, done that, and gotten there.”
Dao Tianlin said with a twinkle in his eye.
“What are you going to do. Will you give up the road to the battlefield?”
“No thanks.”
In response to Bu Eunsul’s resolute answer, Dao Tianlin let out a deep sigh.
“You always turn down my offers, and that’s a shame.”
Shaking his head, he smiled and obediently backed away.
“I’m afraid this may be the last time we see you.”
“Well.”
“I know you’re the best of the ten, but…… you’re not going to survive this one.”
As he gazed into the distant sky, Dao Tianlin bared his white teeth.
“Well, it’s already started, so let’s hope it survives.”
Then, without hesitation, he turned and went inside.
Tsurr.
With the sound of the chanting dispersing, all traces of Dao Tianlin had disappeared inside.
As she watched, Bu Eun-sul turned to leave the closed garden.
Do Tianlin was right when he said it had already started.
No sooner had he stepped outside the gates than he was met by seven masters of the art, their coats fluttering in the wind.
He wasn’t very old, but his eyes were expressive and he wore a taijutsu sword at his waist.
It was a shaman.
Shaolin has the Hundred Eighty-Nine Jins, and shamans have the Seven Sacred Jins and the Heavenly Jins of Tiankang Beidoujin.
While the Seven Stars High Sword School only requires mastery of the Qin method, the Tiankang Beidou School requires seven masters who have mastered the Xiaoqing Sword.
Generation after generation, the shamanic schools have chosen disciples who are able to fully manifest the essence of these laws, and these are the shamanic masters.
“The Ten Warriors of Nangyagak.”
Young He, the oldest of the shamans, stepped forward.
Bu Eunseol nodded, and Young He spoke in a low voice.
“Okay, then get ready.”
The shamans stood in the shape of the Big Dipper and held low, swords drawn.
You want to immediately unfold the Tiankang Beidoujin.
“I don’t have much to do with shamans, so…… just go away.”
Right now, Bu Eun-sul didn’t really feel like dealing with the shaman.
They’re not great masters, and they’re martial artists who use the power of the True Law rather than the Sword Law, so…… they’re not particularly appealing.
“The Bonn parish has always emphasized consultative leadership.”
At Bu Eun-sul’s words, Yeong-hee opened his mouth with a solemn expression.
“It has been reported that the Ten Demon Warriors recently spawned by the Demon Warriors are not only killing the Great Master, but are also wreaking havoc on the realm.”
“You’re mean.”
Bu Eun-sul grinned.
“I wouldn’t characterize confronting a champion of the cause as being mean.”
In fact, it was Seokwoo who did all of the things that could be called evil.
He never fought fairly, and used every trick, poison, and trap in his arsenal against the Cause and his pursuers.
“What the hell did I do to deserve this?”
Bu Eunsul looked straight at Linghe and asked.
“Or does the Guifa have proof that you’ve been a thorn in their side?”
He hadn’t expected Bu Eun-sul to be so skewered, so Young He stammered in confusion.
“Of course…… you can’t say that you’ve done any harm yet, but when will you ever face the great champion of this faction again?”
“Is it mean to take on the High Priestess?”
“You are also a ten-horse warrior, and who knows when you will do the same to your companions?”
That’s a bit of a stretch.
Seeing the shameless expression on Young He’s face, Bu Eunsul narrowed her eyes.
“They are the ones who cannot speak.
Shaolin and shamans are pillars of Gu Pailbang.
However, when Bu Eun-sul defeats the former Pile Bang master, he feels he has lost face.
Otherwise, a shaman with a high allotment would not be able to perform the Boeunseol.
“This is going to be a boring fight.
Shamanists are more skilled at wielding the Heavenly Beacon than they are at swordsmanship.
A battle that focuses on breaking the unique capabilities of the True Laws, rather than contesting swordplay, is not a battle that Bu Eunseul would enjoy.
“Be careful. From now on, I will unleash the Heavenly River Beidou Qin of this sect.”
Bu Eunsul remained silent in the face of Yinghe’s words.
“Draw your sword.”
“Don’t worry about it, I’ll pull it out when the time is right.”
“I will not deal with those who do not take up arms.”
“Funny.”
“What?”
Bu Eun-sul looked at the distant sky and muttered to herself.
“It is just for seven to strike one, and unjust for one to strike an opponent who has not drawn his weapon…….”
With a glint of blood in her eyes, Bu Eunsun looked down at Linghe.
“How ridiculous is that?”
Yinghe shouted, his face red with anger.
“Frequencies are but the setting up of factions; how can it be said that the strength of many strikes one!”
“Very well, then, you must hurry up and get to work establishing the spirit of the martial arts.”
Fingers crossed, Buunsul said coldly.
“I don’t need to stall anymore.”
“You’re a horse of no account, let’s get started!”
At Yinghe’s shout, the rest of the shamans began to move dizzily, stomping their feet.
Then a faint glow emanated from their bodies, and a strange pressure was created around the swollen tongue.
Tiankang Beidoujin.
Finally, the best of both worlds is about to unfold.
Whirling.
At the same time, the air around his body condensed, and a fierce wind whipped out of his fist.
The Kung Fu Seven-Format. This is the technique of the Heavenly Master, and he intends to use it against the Tiankang Beidoujin.
TURRRRR.
Then, from the distant sky, came the sound of dozens of footsteps pounding the earth.
Soon enough, a dozen or so shadows arrived, one by one, at the gate.
“They!
A reddish tinge spreads from the swollen eyes as he turns his head.
They were the masters of the hellishly bloody armor.