Chapter 147

“Grand Duke.”
“Why. Why do you keep calling me.”
Black Ho looked at the Grand Duke with confused eyes. The Grand Duke looked at him with confused eyes.
“If I don’t leave, the Grand Duke will…… No, the Southern Palace will be in danger.”
“Black Lake.”
Although Black Tiger was covered in blood after facing thirty killers and special killers, he didn’t look any more tired than the young man in front of him. What kind of path has the young man in front of him taken?
“Is that all the trust I’ve shown you so far?”
“It is not that.”
“But I am not the man the Grand Duke once knew. I have wielded my sword mercilessly in a ruthless world, and I have wielded it without regard to the Eunuch. I’ve lived my life as someone who doesn’t fit in with the Grand Duke’s will, and as a result, my sword is stained with the blood of those who lost their lives for no reason.”
Black Lake felt as he recalled the past. The world of the Reapers, the grim and merciless Reapers of the Salmak, would come. A brutal war would begin, a war that would never end, a war that would only end when one side annihilated the other.
“Also, the Salmak, King Haepyo, will come, and he is merciless to the Silver Garden. He’s a madman who might start a just war that won’t end until every member of the Southern Palace Family is dead.”
Saying so much in one breath would have left even the strongest Black Tiger breathless, and the Grand Duke looked at Black Tiger as he finished.
“Have you said everything you need to say?”
“Yes? Yes…….”
“So.”
“What?”
“Is that all you see between me and the Southern Palace?”
“Grand Duke, it’s not that…….”
Never had I seen the Grand Duke’s expression so cold, but the arrow was not aimed at Black Lake.
“Salwang Haepyo. Whatever he did to you, you’ll have to repay him for everything.”
What did he do. Replace it.
“Did you know ……?”
The Archduke nods and pulls a scroll from his bosom.
“You are my man. I don’t want you to know about my people.”
The contents of the handed scroll made Black Lake’s eyes widen.
“…… Is this true?”
“I used Open’s intelligence, so it can’t be false.”
The two most important intelligence organizations in all of Zhengshaji are Gengchen and Haomun.
“…… You mean to say that beggars in Taipei got this information. It can’t be false.”
“I’ve seen it, too. According to the information.”
The Grand Duke’s eyes turned cold, and he spoke as the report had said.
“Your child is alive. Black Tiger.”
“……!”
I nearly collapsed. The information in the message was that her child was alive. That she had met a fitting end when she fled, that her lover, Yeonhee, had died, that she had heard her child’s cries, and that her child was still growing.
“It would not have been easy to get this information even if it was open…….”
Even if he didn’t distinguish between the two schools, he was familiar with both the Open and the Hao schools, organizations he had been familiar with since his previous life at the South Palace Wall. His reason for choosing the latter over the former was simple.
“Their numbers are so vast that even the Huang Family can use beggars. Plus, they reached out to us first.”
“So you owe …… a debt to the city.”
“For my people.”
“Grand Duke…….”
“Do you still not trust the Southern Palace, or me?”
The Grand Duke’s gaze,
the gaze of a fifteen-year-old Grand Duke.
They still shone, even now, nearly a decade later. He was looking directly at him with those shining eyes.
At that sight, Black Ho was stunned.
“Grand Duke…….”
He fell to the ground.
* * *
“The winner of the Fengyun Branch Council is…….”
Huang Tianhu’s words slowly spread out.
Canggrang.
A part of the halved iron sword fell onto the unarmored man.
“You’re a bit fast.”
“That’s right, you should have used a better sword.”
At those words, the Berserker looked at my sword. He looked at my sword, at the black cloth, and burst out laughing.
It is a masterpiece made of black cloth with the elasticity of a mesh of blood and the heaviness of iron, and the heart and soul of the elder Gu.
For a master of the art, a sword is no big deal.
“I argue with the minions every day, so it shouldn’t be a problem.”
As the saying goes, in a fight between a master and a master, a single difference can make a myriad of differences. An iron sword mixed with black cloth and impurities was something else entirely.
“Enough. What more can I say?”
He flicked his sleeves disinterestedly and walked away unarmed. The game was over, and the final of the Fengyun Tournament was over.
“Go to him. If he’s going to take care of you like your sister says, he’s going to have to be there for you, at least for now.”
“……Don’t worry, senior.”
And as soon as Black Ho disappeared, I followed his trail.
* * *
“What? Then…….”
Qi Yi Yun.
Hua Golsan, the skill of incinerating corpses in one fell swoop.
The skillful way of erasing the traces of corpses.
I nodded languidly while looking at it.
“That’s right. I win.”
“And you mean, the Berserker Elder?”
I heard Black Lake’s bewildered voice, but I stated the unalterable fact once more.
“Yes.”
Just as I told Black Ho, I defeated Kwangseung. It was a once-in-a-lifetime event that caused a great uproar.
* * *
“The winner of the Fengyun Branch Tournament is the Southern Palace of the Southern Palace Clan. May all who participated in the tournament be endlessly honored, and may the victor be blessed with eternal light.”
After Huang Tianhu’s words, a young man beyond the age of the agreement defeats Wu Nai Shixiong, and because it happened in public, the news spreads far beyond Anhui in a matter of hours.
He is renamed the Thunderbolt Sword Saint.
“The Thunder Sword King Defeats the Champion!”
The shocking news spread, and at the same time, it was Princess Zhu Yingyong who came to congratulate the winner of the Fengyun Tournament. As the emperor’s representative and the representative of the imperial family, Princess Zhu did not disappoint.
“To the winner of the Southern Palace Class, I would like to inform you that we will be cutting you off first.”
“It is my honor.”
I stood in front of thousands of spectators,
in front of thousands of spectators.
“So, as the representative of the imperial family and a princess, I have a proposal and a recommendation.”
“You may speak.”
The representative of the Huang Clan speaks up in front of the winner of the Fengyun Tournament. It is none other than.
“The terms of the treaty are unbreakable, and within those terms, absolute friendship. However, the Southern Palace Tax shall recognize the existence of the Southern Palace as validating the deadline.”
The existence of the Southern Court was to be the missing link between the imperial family and the Middle Kingdom. It was an offer from the imperial family, and I had no reason not to accept.
The unbreakable tie that had stood for hundreds of years,
was broken. By the presence of a single person.
“I accept the Huang family’s proposal, as the Southern Palace’s representative, and as the Sword King’s representative, I hope that we can stand shoulder to shoulder, each having the other’s back.”
The Huang family conceded much.
The most important concession he made was that he let go of his sense of authority and reached out to Zhongyuan.
Setting aside the infinite imperial power that could be seized at any time, they extended their hand in friendship, and Zhongyuan had no reason not to accept.
“I must warn you that in the future, we will not be beholden to the Zhongyuan martial artists; this will be our own choice and decision.”
What he meant was that the Huang family would no longer be able to force the Zhongyuan martial artists, including those of the previous sixteen schools, to withdraw their warriors, for it was like a rain in a drought for the Zhongyuan martial artists.
“However, in promoting the stability of the people’s lives, the Zhongyuan Martial Clan, the Zheng Sect Martial Clan, including our sixteen sects, pledge to do our best and move with all our might. So.”
I decided to focus on bringing the Zheng Sect Martial Clan together.
“I would like to establish the Martial Alliance.”
The Wulin Alliance.
The main purpose of the organization would be to coordinate and actively participate in the various disputes and controversies that occurred in the Wulin, and to restrict the activities of sectarianism and sorcery, and I saw it as the end of the Fengyun Branch, a place of unity and harmony.
“……!”
“Nothing!”
But it was my will and ambition that only a few knew.
For those few who knew, it was a series of events that would turn the tables on them.
“Gu Feifang and the Six Great Sects, sixteen sects in all, are gathered here, and the guardians of the True Sect Murim are here, so I would like to discuss with them.”
“……Ha, but.”
Of course, a new rival to Wu Nanxiong has emerged,
and the establishment of a new alliance that would unite the factions.
Many people’s eyes rolled. He seems to be thinking too much.
There are so many people who want this, or perhaps even need it.
Its establishment would bring trouble. A new core of power will emerge.
And Namgungban, the one who spoke first, and the one who knows that he has spoken, and that he is acting as the imperial family’s puppetmaster, there is unease in their eyes.
Force, power, and manpower.
If he wants to talk, no one can stop him.
But.
“I’m going to make Meng Zhu Rou the head of the Murimen. As vice martial master, I will choose the Divine Master Hye Yeon Ambassador. I will choose the Heavenly Qi Jie Gal Zhu Hu as the Martial Sect’s general secretary, and the Grandmaster of the Martial Sect’s all-encompassing force, the Heavenly Divine Sword Namgung Mu Bai.”
My worries were allayed at once.
“The Ark of Openness, the Hong Ark, is the master of the Heavenly Wings, the intelligence organization of the Martial Alliance…….”
The elders and patriarchs of each sect and family filled in all the key positions.
“The Iron Blood Sword King An Baek, the Flying Sword King Fang Fang, and the Volcano God Dragon Feng Biwong……. each in charge of their own striking squads to take care of the stability of the people…….”
No one denied that. What I was discussing was the literal waves. I didn’t know if it would come to pass, but at least by saying it, I had one thing to look forward to.
“Long live the Thunderbolt!”
“Long live the Thunderbolt!”
“Long live the Thunderbolt Sword Clan! Long live the Martial Spirit Clan! Long live the Martial Spirit Clan!”
The leap of the True Sect Martial King,
the winged warriors of the True Sect gathering momentum and becoming one.
That’s all I could hope for and talk about.