Chapter 168

Hyuk Gong-baek’s eyebrows shot up in the air at the unexpected and shocking answer.
“What the hell?”
“Yes.”
Ooooh.
At that moment, the faint flesh that had been flowing out of Gong Bai Hyuk’s body became uncontrollably intense.
“Why?”
“You’re being treated badly, not worthy of the Magna Carta.”
Despite the terrifying aura emanating from Hyuk Gongbaek, Bu Eunseol was still relaxed.
“It’s a nice horse, but it’s just a haven for the minds. It’s not as if they’ve been left unattended.”
Gong Bai Hyuk was dazed for a long time, then suddenly folded his eyes into half-moons.
“Hoo hoo hoo. Hahahaha.”
Smiling low, Hyuk Gongbaek nodded.
“You have guts, for a disciple of Nanyagak.”
He was pleased with her answer, and before he knew it, the snow had melted away.
“If you had only picked and chose the stories that sounded good to you, this landowner would have been offended.”
He was being a big man and describing what he was about to do as “almost getting offended.
Gongbai Hyuk spoke again with a faint smile.
“But you told it like it is. You saw it right.”
And then I let out a deep sigh.
“Everyone here is a former Great Demon Lord. Even though they are at the peak of their powers, they are like bombs…… that could explode at any moment.”
Hyuk Gong-baek said as he walked through the village and onto a leafy trail.
“So you’ve created a headquarters to manage the Daemons, but…… it’s really just a place of exile. They don’t pay us, and then they leave us alone.”
“Have you tried filing a formal complaint?”
“Don’t protest. You’re lucky to have a place like this. It’s not like this place is a sect where all the elders of the sect are honored and maintained.”
He took a deep breath of the crisp forest air and spoke again.
“But when it’s time to choose a successor, the heirs of the Forty-Fourth come to visit.”
It wasn’t until she heard that that she realized why the young man at the entrance and the old man playing Go hadn’t responded to her.
Normally, I don’t bat an eyelid, but when a succession battle breaks out, I pay attention like I’ve done it before.
Furthermore, since it was created to manage the Great Demons, the successor of the Immortal Destiny cannot enter the succession scheme in the first place……
You don’t want to welcome the arrival of a potential successor.
“Are you also here to gain the support of the mainland?”
“Yes.”
“Then I’ll give you a straight answer. If you want to win the support of the capital, you must first win the support of the elderly people staying in Doyuan Town.”
By now, Buunseol and Hyuk Gongbaek were on a hill overlooking Dowonhyang.
“There are about eighty old men who stay here. They may look gentle, but they’ve turned the world upside down.”
After looking down at Dowonhyang for a long time, Hyuk Gongbaek spoke again.
“For your information, before you came, we had an infernal heir.”
“I see.”
“He called in laborers to rebuild the old pavilions in the main temple, and for a while, he also assigned younger servants to work for the elderly who stayed in …… Dowen Township.”
It was only then that Buunsul realized why, despite the old and shabby exterior of the palace, the interior was so clean.
“So the interior pavilion was built new.”
Hearing Bu Eun-sul’s words, Hyuk Gong-baek smiled strangely.
“He promised that if he were to succeed him, he would make the main palace more handsome, and place many young men and servants here for life.”
Hyuk Gong-baek said in a low voice.
“That’s why more than half the old guys decided to push for a hell-blooded successor.”
“…….”
“To be honest, it’s hard for you.”
Knowing Nangyagak’s situation well, Hyuk Gongbae sneered bitterly.
“Even if I were to take over Nangyagak’s livelihood, I wouldn’t be able to do this much for him, would I?”
Bu Eun-sul could only nod.
Nangyagak has great power, but it has no allies and is self-sufficient in everything.
In other words, no matter how much money Nanyagak has, there’s nothing to satisfy the big boys.
Besides, we’ve already had a brief stint in Hellblooded, where the younger ones took the reins…….
Even if Bu Eun-sul cooks and sells her own food, the demons here won’t bat an eye.
“Let me ask you one more time.”
Pondering something, Bu Eunseol slowly opened her mouth.
“I don’t think winning the support of the elders in Dao Yuan Town will win you the support of the Immortal Realm.”
“Of course, there’s a second condition, too…….”
Hyeokgong-baek’s eyes glazed over as he spoke.
“Well, I’ll tell you that after you fulfill the condition of getting the support of all the old people here.”
Gongbaek Hyuk shook his head as he looked at Bueunseol with pity.
“Because even the first one might not be possible for you anyway.”
Bu Eun-sul realized what was going on.
“So the heir from Hellblood died because he couldn’t fulfill the second condition.”
“You’re sharp. You’re right.”
Bu Eun-sul was deep in thought again, and slowly opened her mouth.
“In that case, would you allow me to stay in this Downgrade Town for a while?”
“Of course. I’d be happy to have a young man like you stay, we don’t let young people in here.”
Hyuk Gongbaek smiled bitterly, as if he had remembered something, and shook his head.
“Before you came into this forest, do you remember the little house that was built at the bottom of the mountain?”
“I remember.”
“The room is unoccupied and empty. You may stay there if you wish.”
“Thank you.”
After nodding, Hyuk Gongbaek turned away with a wry smile.
“Well, good luck with that.”
* * *
From that day forward, Bu Eun-sul lived in a dilapidated mojok at the foot of a mountain, a short distance from Dowonhyang.
And Bu Eun-sul’s exploits were the talk of the town among the minions staying in Dowonhyang.
-What is it about that Nangyagak that makes him so appealing to us?
It’s no secret that life in Nanyagak is tight.
-You decided to stay in Downgrade? Hmph, that’s exactly the kind of behavior you’d expect from a penniless apprentice.
-Yes. He’ll stay for a while and cater to us!
However, most of the minds were skeptical of Buunsul’s attitude.
The former members of the Magisterium don’t usually bother to come here. But when the battle for succession begins, they always come here to gain support.
That’s not something that the Daoists like.
-He’s a hell-blooded bastard, and he looks like he’s going to beat the shit out of me, so don’t even bother……!
-Yes, let’s not even flinch, no matter what he says.
The eighty or so elderly residents of Dowonhyang have one thing on their minds.
How dare you come penniless to a place where the very people who criticized you are staying?
They decided that no matter what she did, they would never pay attention to her.
But they were all wrong.
A day passed, and two days passed, and still…… the snow was only in Mojok. He didn’t go anywhere near Dowonhyang, where the demons stayed.
-That guy. What the hell is he doing?
When three days passed without a single sniffle, let alone a meow, the minions became curious.
Eventually, the curiosity got the better of them, and the Blood Demon and Fang Gak found the Mother Jade of Boeunsul.
“Hmmm.”
He coughs loudly and paces around the cage, but nothing happens.
Evil. Ssshhhhhh.
And inside, you can hear the scratching of soft wood as it’s being made.
“What the hell am I doing?
Unable to contain his curiosity, the Blood Demon slipped into the mother cave.
“Huh?”
His eyes widened as he stepped inside the cage.
The front yard was piled high with wood, and in front of him, Buunseol with a saw, was trimming the stretched boards.
Hammers, axes, and other tools were strewn about in front of the jail, borrowed from the warriors of the Immortal Realm.
“What are you doing here?”
Bu Eun-sul didn’t even look up at the Blood Demon’s question as she continued to cut the boards.
“Are you deaf?”
Duck.
He put down the hammer he was holding and looked at the Blood Demon.
‘What kind of eyes…….’
I merely let go of the hammer and made eye contact, and a chill ran down the Blood Demon’s spine.
“Are you saying that the younger guy’s skills are better than mine?
He shook his head.
Even if you’re the heir to the Madonna and Child, there’s a limit to how far you can go in reaching the age of the Terms.
Thinking he was mistaken, he coughed and spoke again.
“I asked you what you were doing.”
“I’m making it.”
“What?”
He pointed to the planks of wood stacked on one side.
The Blood Demon frowned, and looked at the planks that Feng Shui had pointed out.
“Well, what about that?”
Staring at the board for a long moment, the Blood Demon’s eyes widened to tears.
A plank that is one and a half (about 40 centimeters) wide and about six (about 180 centimeters) long.
And on one side, a hole is carved in the shape of the Big Dipper.
A flat plank with seven holes in it…….
Are these things one-of-a-kind?
“You can’t be…… you. Are you making a seven-star board?”
The Seven Stars.
A thin plate placed at the bottom of the coffin to hold the body in place.
The same one that people use when they say, “I’m going to lay myself down on my tarot board” when they’re about to die.
“Yes.”
The Blood Demon’s eyes widened in disbelief at the answer.
“Why are we making a seven-star board here?”
But this time, there was no answer.
“Come on, I can’t answer that!”
“Shut up.”
“What?”
“We’re working on it, please leave.”
“What?”
The Blood Fiend was about to shout at the absurdity of it all, but shut up.
The cold, still eyes of the woodcutter were…… solemn and serious as to be pensive.
“Meh, you’re crazy.”
Sensing that he could no longer speak to her, the Blood Fiend grunted and walked away.
-He’s making a seven-pointed star?
The rumor that Buunsul’s work in Mojok was a seven-star board for the coffin spread to Dowonhyang in a matter of hours.
-Can’t be true, that crazy old man is talking nonsense, right?
But this time, something even crazier happened.
This is because Bu Eun-sul found him cutting down all the paulownia trees in the back mountains to make something like a square box.
-That asshole!
A long, square, armored chest made of paulownia wood.
You don’t have to see the finished product to know what it is, right?
-Squinting?
The eyes of the demons of Downgrade turned upside down when they realized this.
Now I realize that the madman at the Nangyagak was weaving a coffin of paulownia wood.
-It’s time to die, but you’re telling me to go into the coffin on my own?
Rumors of the coffin-making abilities of Buunsul spread like wildfire.
Some of the demons spoke of how angry they were, how they had reached the peak of their powers, and how they were spilling their lives.
-Even if you’re a man of the fifty-fourth paragraph, isn’t this out of line?
Eventually, a few demons took up arms and went after Buunsun.
-Let’s kill him before he kills us!
Eventually, the ferocity of the minions will burst forth,
-Well, we’ll see what we can do.
The landowner, Gong Gong Bai, his best friend, Guang Shi, and Feng Yue have traveled to the Mother Jade of the Swollen Snow.
“I don’t know what’s going on here.”
As he walked to Mojok at the foot of the mountain with his bounty, Hyuk Gongbaek shook his head.
“Staying at home and weaving coffins? No way.”
“Why not?”
Feng Feiyang said through gritted teeth.
“Yin Monstrous Demon, if I hadn’t caught that old man running off with his scythe, …… things would have gone badly for me.”
“Mmm.”
Hyuk Gongbaek swallowed hard.
He found Bu Eun-sul to be a very clear-headed and determined young man.
He was by no means a madman who would be able to weave a coffin in the midst of a group of elderly people.
Profit.
When he opened it, an expletive spewed out of Feng Yeolang’s mouth as he stood next to Hyuk Gongbaek.
“That crazy guy is…….”
It was true.
As rumored, there were many coffins made of paulownia wood piled up in the front yard of Mook.
“He shouldn’t have been left alive! Where did he go?”
Feng Yueyang crossed his arms and looked around, and Hyuk Gongbaek shook his head.
“Wait, calm down, that’s not how you handle it.”
“That’s not a problem to deal with?”
“He is the rightful heir to the throne of Nanyagak. Not only that, but he has come to have his candidacy for succession formally recognized by the Majesty.”
“Mmm.”
“Listen to what they say first, and then decide how to treat them.”
Despite his calm demeanor, a violet mist rose up from his eyes.
If Bu Eun-sul was talking nonsense, he was going to decapitate her himself.
Phantom, revolutionary space.
He was by no means a kindly old man. He was, by all accounts, the Great Demon of Heaven, ruler of the Immortal Realm, one of the Ten Doors.
Profit.
At that moment, the gate of the mausoleum opened, and Bu Eun-sul, carrying a load of paulownia wood like a woodcutter, entered.
“How may I help you?”
At his dumbfounded question, sparks burst forth from the abundance of snow.
“How may I help you?”
With a loud shout, Fengyue approached Buunsun, who was putting down the wood.
“You! What do you think you’re doing?”
And in a voice that oozed life, he said.
“Why are you making coffins here!”