Chapter 142

Princess Joo Young Young, she doesn’t want another day to go by boringly, so she’s constantly looking for something to do.
She instinctively knows that once she returns to the Huang family, she will never have this kind of freedom again.
Perhaps that’s why.
Her eyes keep falling on one person in particular.
She couldn’t believe her eyes were drawn to the man everyone, young and old, adored.
“It hurts my pride.”
She’s upset that he doesn’t react to her, even though she’s been showing him her heart.
“Princess.”
“Mr. Hwang.”
“Did you find it.”
“Can you play hostage?”
What a crazy thing to say.
Huang Tianhou’s expression is exactly that, and Zhu Yingyong doesn’t take her eyes off the man.
The unarmed man on top of him was getting more and more handsome by the day, and the more time passed, the more handsome he became.
“I’ve tried.”
“Princess.”
“What?”
Huang Tianhou looked at the princess, then opened his mouth.
“May I say something?”
Because he is Huang Tianhou. Even though she’s a princess of high rank, he’s a general and a monkfish troop leader loyal to the Yellow House.
His presence, which would be envied by the second family, was something that even the princess, Zhu Yingyoung, could not ignore.
“Yes, of course.”
“Then I’ll reap and raise it, princess.”
“What?”
“A person from the Zhongyuan and Huang families cannot be connected.”
“…….”
“No, it has never happened in all the years I’ve lived, and it never will.”
“Even if I were to wish it?”
“That’s right.”
Huang Tianhou’s adamant words stunned Princess Zhu Yingyoung. She hadn’t expected him to speak so firmly.
“I know him well.”
Huang Tianhou let out a light sigh.
“He has a strong sense of responsibility, cares about the stability of people’s lives more than anyone else. At the same time, he can stand up to injustice, and has a good interpersonal relationship. He’s brilliant and talented at nothing, and yet he’s humble and modest. I’ve benefited from him a lot, and this Huang Mo has probably never looked at someone and admired them so much.”
“But…… why on earth…….”
Tears welled up in the corners of Princess Zhu’s eyes, as if she couldn’t understand the question.
“Because he’s a Zhongyuan, and a man who lives and breathes Murim.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“It means that he is unfit to be a man of the Yellow House, especially the princess’s consort. If the princess accepts him, she will want him to remain within the Yellow House.”
Of course she would.
Wasn’t that what being a bumadowi was supposed to be about?
How pleasant it would be to meet him and live in the imperial family, playing five-handed and the Hundred Year Sea Path.
“But do you really think he can stay in the stuffy imperial palace after what you’ve seen?”
“……!”
“As a martial man, he must live on sword food for the rest of his life, do you know what that means?”
“…….”
The princess shook her head. The wall in front of her felt like it was getting bigger.
“It means that I can’t abandon my family and my clan. It means that I will not stand by your side, nor will I seek the higher honor of becoming your deputy. It’s good for the imperial family and the martial family to walk a fine line and maintain this kind of relationship.”
None of this sounded hopeful.
“So, if you’re holding out hope, I can tell you.”
Huang Tianhu’s gaze,
Huang Tianhao’s momentum.
“If the princess thinks of him, I do.”
The aura of Huang Tianhou, the monkfish master who had never lost a single battle against hundreds or thousands of red-haired enemies, dominated the space. It was the will of the princess, Zhu Yingyong.
“I have no choice but to harm him.”
* * *
“Xral is also a bountiful harvest.”
Kwang Seung Gi looked at the single sword mark on the young man’s cheek and spoke.
“Did you feel it?”
“It’s a fool who can’t feel when he’s so furious.”
Even though the six masters, including Nangong Yue, had sealed off all the leaking Qi, they couldn’t hide it from the young man.
“So, you’re used to it now.”
I wonder what he means.
I took it to mean that I had gotten used to my ‘grainy eyes’ as an adept.
“Better.”
“I thought you’d learned to be polite, but you didn’t.”
“I was a frog in a well.”
Snorting once, as if he didn’t like the calm answer, the madman shook his head.
“You have shaken off the delusion.”
He turned his head toward Namgung Mubai’s seat.
“You look alike, so much so that you don’t know whether you resemble him or he resembles you.”
I opened my mouth to speak honestly, wondering if he meant to say inadequate.
“I’m flattered.”
I literally felt relieved. Namgung Mubaek told me how he lived his life.
I accepted his abrupt narrative, which was told without all the rhetoric.
* * *
He loved Ms. An, but unable to escape the arranged marriages that had been pressing on him from generation to generation, he had accepted Tang Miyan, Mo Yongye, and Ms. Ping with the conceit that he could control them, not knowing what anger it would provoke.
When they saw that he loved her unconditionally, even though she was from a lesser family than theirs, they plotted against her and poisoned her.
Enraged, Namgung Mu Bai held his wives responsible, but they gave him no answer; he realized it was his own arrogance.
Mr. An died, and he alienated all of his other wives. Tang Miyan, Mo Yongliu, and Mr. Ping.
He wandered aimlessly. He was the master of the family, and he had emptied the house.
“And then I met Ms. Bai, my mother.
He met Ms. Baek, but he didn’t say a warm word to her, fearing that she would end up in the same place as Mr. Ahn.
“My mother knew.
The wise and wise Ms. Bai didn’t blame the patriarch.
One of the things he hadn’t known in his previous life.
The five vassals, Yun Gang, Piao Ying, Piao Yi, Mo Yun, and Fayum, had been entirely around Mr. Bai.
If it was like this now, what was the difference in his previous life?
You see what you see,
You hear what you see.
I could see what had happened to the namgung sega that Mr. Bai had put down in his previous life.
The hostesses lit a fire in their eyes and ignited a cattle drinking competition, and someone died.
Namgungban, the Grand Duke, and Namgungwal, the youngest of the Confuciuses, had been poisoned, and the other Confuciuses had been killed in a terrible drinking contest.
I think it’s safe to erase them now.
I have forgiven my father, the Southern King.
* * *
Next.
The blazing sunset and the rolling waves, a single sword in a hilt, drew a line, a line I had never seen before, a line and a grain.
The moment the realization hit me, I couldn’t help but suck in a breath of air.
“……!”
“Now you feel it.”
I realized how much of a frog in a well I was when I realized that my unarmed stomach was already filled with the aura of a winner.
With a single wave of his hand, the energy began to overwhelm me. It wasn’t just momentum, it was a different kind of energy.
From the shortness of breath, the tightness of my heart, and the intangible energy that constrained my actions, I judged that this was the power of a great monk’s hahai.
This is the Wu Nai Sibzon,
and even the Southern Palace Mubai are said to have set an example for him.
“Why do you tremble?”
“To be honest, I’m a little surprised.”
Calmly, I spoke my thoughts. It was an out-of-the-blue response.
Kwangseung looked at me, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“You’re so sincere, I don’t know what else to say.”
“Thank you.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m just wondering if the Faction might have been able to enjoy a little more peace for a while longer because of your presence.”
Huffing and puffing, the wind-breathing madman fluffed his sleeves.
“No shame in that. Enough of that, let’s get on with it.”
“Sure.”
“You’re not going to get much respect from me.”
“I thought it was only fitting for you to do this.”
I pointed the tip of my sword at the tongue-twister.
In an instant, the thunderbolt fell. I needed to dissipate his aura, not for his sake, but for the sake of my own.
In an instant, the thunderbolt split into eighteen prongs, tearing through the unarmed man’s body.
And then,
the roaring, blazing Qingyun Red River Sword was right in front of me. Instinctively, I swung the sword. It was an emperor sword.
Kwang!
I was knocked back with a thud, and I quickly realized that he was trying to win the fight. My belief that he would be unstoppable with the Great Extended Sword had been shattered by a single blow.
The countless sword forms on his unarmored, thunderbolt-torn body countered the intangible aura of the Berserker.
“Quite.”
Invisible. A feast of myriad energies, invisible to the spectators.
As the resulting grains clashed, the sound of drums pounded in the air. Every time they clashed, the Qingyun Red River Sword of the Emperor frequently moved to climb up and devour the blade of the Emperor Sword. I summoned up my energy, shook it off, and thrust down the Emperor Sword.
The people who saw it slicing through the Lightning Emperor from head to toe were instantly horrified.
“Argh!”
“Uh-oh!”
The reason for the similar exclamations of horror was that the light beast’s body had been split into two parts by my emperor sword. I was busy deploying the Heavenly Wind Divine Technique to displace him.
The afterimage of Yi Hyung Huan Yu’s movements, which the human eye could not follow, had caused the people to burst out in astonishment, and the momentum of the Qingyun Red River Sword that had rushed in between them, I gritted my teeth and struck it down with my imperial sword. At the same time, every time he swung at me with the Emperor Sword, I had to use the Heavenly Wind Divine Technique to create distance.
Simply aggressive.
Terrifyingly deadly.
“Qingyun Red River Sword, you’ve reached your peak.”
The Qingyun Red River Sword, unlike the overwhelming momentum of the Emperor’s Sword, contained the flexible and quick adaptability of a master.
“You recognize me.”
As expected.
The sword represents the heart.
The sword righteousness, the sword righteousness of the Qingyun Red River Sword, was the light winner.
Realizing this, I looked him in the eye.
Not a speck of greed, not a handful of lust.
I only feel a sense of joy in this moment of sharing the sword with him.
And so.
I put all my will into the Emperor Sword Form.