Chapter 141

Wu Naijian.
The Heavenly Divine Sword, Namgung Mubai.
His imperial sword form was literally the Royal Dao. The Sword of Kings.
A lifetime’s worth of enlightenment was contained in a single swipe, and it was in his hands that herbivory seemed meaningless. But I was not intimidated to face it.
My sword was never filled with resentment and grudges. If I had gone into this with only personal feelings in mind, I would have been crushed.
The blade’s tip was filled with the story of my past lives and my current life, as well as my feelings for my mother, but at the end of the day, it was the story of my sword that was intertwined with my past lives.
It told the story of my desperate determination to survive through countless battlefields.
It contains the story of a day when I breathed with the will to live and see my mother.
That’s all.
Hundreds of soldiers, dozens of commanders, and the trust of the Huang family, both the Aguidan and their leader, Huang Tianhu.
The weight of a life that had never been easy, and the weight of a life that had never been easy.
So it all radiated from this place,
I can finally tell the story of my life that I couldn’t tell in my previous life’s Southern Palace and my previous life’s Southern Palace.
“Go to …….”
I thought that only after I had poured everything out would I be able to focus on my life in this life, my life in the Southern Palace.
Kwao!
* * * *
The two swords clashed. The moment the two emperor swords clashed, Yun Kang, Fei Ying, Fei Yi, and even Mo Yun and Fayum all summoned their strength to disperse the shockwave.
If he made a mistake, he could destroy all the buildings of the Southern Palace.
He couldn’t let that happen.
Every time the blade was struck by the flowing power of the Emperor Sword, Yun Kang’s mouth snapped open and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
Kwang! Kwang!
The void was torn apart, leaving only a blurry afterimage. Two emperor swords clashed together.
“What the hell.”
“The patriarch is really using his power.”
“This is ridiculous…….”
Kwang!
A trickle of blood trickled down the corners of Feyoung and Feyil’s mouths. Their movements were so swift that they were invisible, and their sword strikes were so strong that they were hard to recognize.
“Just how far has the Grand Duke gone?”
The speed of their growth, unchecked, he understood.
Yun Kang, Peyoung, Peyil, Mo Yun, and Fayum.
All five of them belonged to the class of geniuses, and they had endured all kinds of hardships in the service of the Southern Palace. Anything that harmed the Southern Palace would be dealt with by the five of them.
The five of them have seen the bloody world for so long,
none of them have grown as rapidly as the young man who faces off against the House they follow. Not a single one.
“Why is he so strong…….”
“You mean to tell me that he can be compared to Wu Nanxiong?”
“Of course not…….”
“Stop nagging me and use all your strength. You’ll be swept away.”
“Damn it.”
The five of them raised their powers in unison, instinctively focusing their powers on their eyes.
Boom, boom, boom!
And there was another person watching the scene. It was Elder Nangong Yue, one of the people who had been helping the Grand Duke of the Southern Palace Family cultivate.
One of the sights that caught his eye.
As soon as the young man’s blade clashed with his own, Nangong Muyue’s Imperial Sword fiercely pushed back. Seeing the young man’s two arms that had been knocked away, Nangong Mu Bai’s resolute hand cut them off without delay,
“…… is coming.”
I could feel something, it was from a few days ago.
* * *
As the First Elder, Nangong Yue is in charge of all the affairs of the Nangong Family. That’s the name of the position, coupled with the gravity and mission of being a First Elder.
Even if she backs away, saying she’s old and sick.
Even when you suggest that it might be better to take care of the younger generation.
“Not yet. Not yet.”
“…… is coming.”
“The Council of Elders is just now coming together, and without Elder Il to lead the way, there will be division once again.”
“Gaju’s paddle will be enough to quell that, so what’s your concern?”
“……It’s my own path.”
With those words, Nan Gongyue understood what Nan Gong Mu Baek was trying to say.
“You care about the Grand Duke, so you’re thinking about him.”
“…….”
An unspoken affirmation.
Namgung Mu Baek didn’t reply, so Namgung Yeol shook her head.
The path of Namgung Mu Baek, the patriarch of the Changcheon Namgung Clan, was his own, but he did not want his path to extend to the Grand Duke.
“The Namgung family has been practicing the path since ancient times. It would be better for the patriarch to empower it.”
“……Since ancient times. I thought so too, but we were once united, and we’ve never gone in the same direction since the beginning of time.”
I just snapped and pressed.
He was honored as a great martial artist named Wu Nanshi Zhen.
He took the name Chang Tian Xin Sword and married into another family of the Six Great Families.
What are the consequences of walking the path of pathos to expand the family?
“Some sacrificed themselves, some became greedy, and some became divided and quarrelsome.”
Namgung Mu Baek’s words left Namgung Yeol speechless. Partly because it was so, but also because it was the first time she had heard him put it so bluntly.
“Compared to him, that child is different.”
Despite the sarcasm, she continued on her way. No one in the family really looked after her.
And yet, he forged ahead on his own, taking each and every member of the Southern Palace family under his wing. It was not a path.
“That’s his own kind of righteousness. I can still see him yelling at the frog in the well.”
A smile curved his lips as he remembered the young man who had brought about so many changes in the Southern Palace, the Grand Duke of the Southern Palace, and who was now an indispensable part of the Southern Palace.
“……So.”
As he looked at Yue Yue, his eyes held no authority, no honor, nothing but sincerity.
“Please use your strength for that child.”
* * *
And with those words.
With a firm hand, you may deceive the eyes of others, but you cannot deceive the Southern Palace.
The Grand Duke’s sword strikes were indeed powerful enough to rival Wu Nanshi Zhen. His growth, his powerful swordsmanship, and his unwavering courage in the face of Wu Nanashizhong’s blows from the front.
Everything is surpassing and surpassing. I could see him pouring out his anger, as if he was going to vomit it out.
But.
“Nevertheless.”
“Nevertheless” seemed to be the most appropriate phrase. She was a swordswoman from an era long before the Southern Palace.
It wasn’t called the hidden sword seat of the Southern Palace for nothing. I can see what he’s thinking, what he’s thinking when he thrusts his sword out.
It seems to be like.
“Paternal love.”
It’s not the blade of the Changcheon Divine Sword that shone in the Changcheon South Palace.
As the head of the Southern Palace, Mu Baek is thinking of the Southern Palace family and showing it to the next generation, the Grand Duke.
It seems to show the milestone of the imperial sword. The Grand Duke may not have realized it, but the many mysteries contained within Namgung Mu Baek’s sword naturally begin to seep into the Grand Duke’s sword.
Perhaps it is.
“I’ve been thinking about this for a while.”
Perhaps it’s one of the arrangements that Nangong Mu Baek had in mind.
Perhaps he had known this would happen from the beginning.
Kwagaga-ga-ga-gang! Kwaang!
A feast of blue light, frequent shockwaves burst out one after the other, grazing the cheeks of the Southern Palace Lady. At the same time, the two newcomers disappeared.
Tsk!
An explosion sounded in the air. At the same time, one of the newcomers is blown away like a shell and crashes to the ground.
Fudduddud.
The Grand Duke’s new model bounces back with a gust of wind, its leather torn to shreds.
Their swords clash in the air, intertwining.
Nangong Yue’er could see it. The two of them are finally talking properly.
When was the last time two people could talk face to face like this?
This is why they say you can tell a man’s life by the tip of his sword. What you can’t feel with words, you can feel with a sword.
Namgung Mu-baek poignantly tells Namgung Ban the life he has lived so far, all alone. What he couldn’t say with words, he could tell with his sword.
The life of Namgung Mu Baek, who has lived a life of nobility in the eyes of others.
It was a time for him to understand Namgung Van, who was filled with resentment and grudges.
The story they shared went from one part, to another, to another, to another.
Time passed quickly, and the stories they shared grew longer.
The stories that had accumulated between them were not something that could be resolved in a short time.
I wonder how much time has passed.
“……Thank you.”
Nangong Mubai’s expression was gentle.
“I don’t understand everything yet.”
Nangong Ban’s response wasn’t as cold as before, and judging by the sweetness of his breath, Nangong Yue thought that this moment of conversation would soon be over.
“I…”
Namgung Van drew his imperial sword from his waist and assumed a foot-sword stance.
“I will pour it out without regret.”
“Good. Come.”
“So be it, my lord.”
I could feel the respect coming from him, but something was missing. There was still a sense of distance.
And then.
“……No.”
Nangong Ban unsheathed his imperial blade, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“Father, give it your all.”
For the first time.
For the first time, he said the word father, not patriarch.
The Emperor’s sword sliced through the air with the momentum of a spear dragon, carrying with it the regret of the past, and the will of the Grand Duke to be different from now on.
Namgungban raised the blade of his sword and smiled.
“Father, give it your all, too.”
He calls him father.
Ho, Ho, Ho.
The gap between the two of them, which anyone can easily call out, narrows even further.
And the Sword of the Emperor of the South Palace glows black as well. His sword power, which was worthy of the title of the Heavenly Divine Sword, shone brightly.
“Take it. Son.”
Kaaaaaaaah!
And just like that, their love story, intertwined in the deepest rings of Anhui.
Once again, a new beginning had begun, and there was no telling what it would bring.