Chapter 161

New, new, new.
A father’s heart breaks when he sees his daughter imprisoned in a cage. What crime has she committed and why is she locked up in such a cold place?
I wanted to cut through the bars and run out of this place with my daughter.
But.
“Be patient.”
It ends with a whimper. Unlike the words, it doesn’t end with me running out of here with my daughter in my arms.
Unlike back then, when I was a single man who didn’t care, now I have a daughter.
“And.”
There was another challenge.
At the time, I had to make a move when I didn’t have Hapyo. Hapyo’s presence was absolute in the world.
Worried that he might be suspected, Black Ho moved away from his daughter and moved as if he were at home. You might think that just because he wore a bast mask, he couldn’t move like Black Ho, lest he be suspected.
Pfft!
“You’re a first-class subject.”
Without knowing English, he was kicked by Black Ho and had to show a painful expression. However, he couldn’t say anything, but only bowed his head to show his respect to the first-class subject.
“……Sorry. Mr. Blackgu.”
“Fuck off.”
With those harsh words, the first-class exterminator leapt to his feet and disappeared. The shadows of the first-class assassins scattered in his wake.
“You’ve got a reputation for being a dick, but you don’t have to be so careless.”
“Let me try?”
Black Lake’s voice no longer belonged to Black Lake. Black Miao, the same express killer, looked fed up with the madness emanating from Black Gu’s slit eyes.
“You and I are the same, we’re just Hai Pyo’s henchmen. Black Gu.”
“So you want to give it a try? I’m asking for the last time.”
At Black Ho’s words, Black Myo gritted his teeth, spat, and disappeared. I wonder if he avoids it because it’s dirty or because he’s scared.
She disappeared after leaving those words. And for the current Black Tiger, such postures were much easier to move at will.
The best treatment in the killing world comes to those who are the best. Even though they lived in the shadows, they were the second most prominent among them after King Haepyo, and if they had a reputation for being foul-tempered, they were even more desirable to Black Lake.
The current location of the Yue Tiankai was deep in Inner Mongolia, above Beijing. It was a remote place that most martial artists wouldn’t visit, and the environment was so harsh that it could be considered no different from the Great Wall.
Billion, billion, billion.
“So, Yong Wang went to the Yangtze River and Guo Qiu went to Guangxi. What about Galping and Bai Guang?”
“Ugh.”
The first-class killer collapses against the wall, vomiting blood. Black Tiger kicks him, and the other one of the first-class killers opens his mouth as if to chew.
“Hmph, Black Gu. Go, Galpyeong……….”
Perbuck.
“Off, oh, why…….”
“You don’t know why you’re getting hit, so you should get hit again.”
The reaction of the first-class killer was very similar to the unrestrained behavior. He said, “I’m going to get bitten by this crazy dog.
“That’s right, go, Galpyeong is…….”
Per billion.
“You shouldn’t have added him except for Hae-pyo. Who’s your boss?”
At those words, the faces of the first-class killers became pensive. Black Gu, who was said to be the right hand and right arm of King Haepyo, was like a mad dog that had lost control, or an eight-seat carriage with broken brakes.
With his stinging bite, he was able to extract the information he wanted from the top-level killers.
“Who is still here.”
The current rulers of the Red Cloth Clan, Zhu Tiehua, the Reverse Heavenly Clan, Bai Guang, the Green Forest King, Gu Man, the Jiang Jiang Dragon King, the First Sword of the Sect, the Evil Destroyer, Galpai, the Great Tyrant, and the Killing King, Haepyo. Of the six masters, there is only one.
“The Slayer King. You mean there’s only one.”
With a rough estimate of more than a hundred first-class killers and twenty or so specialty killers, Black Lake knew every inch of the Hongjian Enemy’s size and geography.
He looked at the piles, hoping that one of them might help. And then.
“……By the way, Black Tiger, what’s going on with him, and why does he keep wandering outside?”
A voice came out of the shadows, moving with unstoppable momentum, from the invisible darkness, and Black Ho opened his mouth with determination.
“It’s a task that Mr. Haepyo has entrusted to me. Do you want it?”
“You seem to have changed your tone.”
Black Ho wiggled his eyebrows,
“If you’re unhappy, go ahead.”
As usual, he threw in a comment.
“……You’re such a blackguard.”
With that, Black Ho’s new model disappeared.
Cha-ching, cha-ching!
In the darkness, where nothing could be discerned, a sparking exchange of blows took place, and as a dark aura rose from Black Ho’s dagger, a muffled voice spoke out of the darkness.
“You’re not the first to show your arrogance, but any further misbehavior will be dealt with immediately. Remember that.”
Aberrant behavior, there must have been something awkward and out of place about it, even with the black bast mask. And most of the elite killers were perceptive enough to recognize such subtle differences.
Perhaps it was awkward for Black Ho to imitate Black Gu’s appearance.
Feeling the popularity fade, Black Ho sighed.
“I don’t have much time …….”
* * *
“Namu Amitabha!”
Kwao!
The Netherblood Tree Carpenter bounced off into the distance. It seems that the name of a divine monk was not a lie.
Galpyeong looked at the monk chanting with a smile on his face.
“Hye-yeon.”
“Wicked Galpyeong.”
“It’s very nice that a great monk remembers my humble name.”
“Don’t be foolish, take them and leave.”
Galpyeong’s expression stiffens slightly at the words. He shakes his head.
“You’ve gotten a lot more condescending since you’ve been dealing with these people, monk. It’s not as if you don’t know who I am.”
“What’s the use of shedding blood for nothing? Let each man establish himself in his own place. A great man is said to be one who is attuned to the pleasures of the heart, to love and hate, and who does not drift into either extreme in all things. You have not reached the point where you need not cling to useless amusements.”
Chuang Tzu. Thrrrr!
“Of course I am,” said Galpyeong, ”but if the Buddha could be so flippant in the face of my sword.”
The sword is drawn from Galpyeong’s scabbard with a loud clang. The nether-blooded carpenter and the two men and women flanking him yawned and walked out.
At the sight of them, the Huashan Sect’s longest-established practitioner of the Zen Heavenly Sword, standing next to Hui Yan, stiffened.
“Demon Queen Sect, Demon Blood Maiden, Ban Yihua.”
“Oho. We’re not dead yet, Yi Hua, have you seen? There are so many people who remember this brother of mine.”
“Bountiful.”
The man, who appears to be the Gui Princess Ma Fan, pulls out a small hatchet from his waistband and swings it around. In response, a beautiful woman with a snorting laugh mockingly flaps her fan.
“You get what you get, brother, you madman. Still got the axe, I see.”
“What! I’m not going to kill you today……!”
The reason for the expression on the Xiantian Sword Master’s face was that they were also a member of the Gu Wang Clan, and a member of the Bloodline Clan. Although they had been absorbed by the current evil master of the clan, the Sect of the Four Heavenly Swords, and were now united into a single sect called the Four Heavenly Clans, their notoriety and skill were in no way inferior to the Xiantian Sword Master.
On the contrary, they were still radiating their notoriety, solidifying the power of the Four Heavenly Sects.
“The Netherblood Sect Leader Dao Moxu, the Gui Empress Sect Leader, the Demon Blood Maiden Ban Yihua, and…… the Ten Thousand Evil Fiend Heavenly Galpyeong.”
At the sight of their leisurely demeanor, Xinxiang Huiyan was facing them with a serious expression.
“Namu Amitabha, the situation is worse than I thought.
Unlike the belligerent groups of the Four Sects, the current group had become so entrenched in their positions that a war of this magnitude would be a crisis. That’s why Hui Yan had taken matters into his own hands and tried to drive them out as soon as possible, but as if he’d been waiting for them, he was met by the Maniacal Heavenly Lord Galpyeong.
“Namu Amitabha. The revolutionary Zhang Wenyin, and the believer Zhang Wenyin.”
“Speak, monk.”
“Yes.”
The Zhongnan Elder, Revolutionary Ligon, and the Volcano Elder, Yu Xinxin, looked at the new monk, Hye Yeon, unable to break their stony expressions.
“As you can see, the situation is not good. However…….”
“How about a tactical retreat?”
The faces of the party members stiffened as they listened to the words of Revolutionary Ligon, who interrupted Shinseung and explained his thoughts.
“Listen to me carefully. In a fight like this, strength in numbers absolutely wins the day, simple as that. Even if me and the Heavenly Sword Master charge in, who’s going to stop the other one? If we start rampaging, we’re all going to get killed.”
Seeing the gaze of the Revolutionary Ligon in her eyes, seeing the look in those eyes, a sigh escaped from her mouth.
“Zhang Wenyin.”
“I didn’t say retreat for tactical reasons, you know where I want to retreat to. But if you retreat a little, and then come with the others……!”
“What are you so afraid of?”
The words stopped Revolutionary dead in his tracks.
“What is it that frightens me so much that I should think of laying aside the merits and virtues I have accumulated and turning away? Just as milk that has been milked does not spoil, or embers that are covered with ashes are not extinguished, so the karma I have done, even if it is not immediately visible, will follow me in the shadows.”
At these words, Hyukrygon’s face flushed, and his eyes darted from one to the other as he lit up his twin eyes, before he finally spoke.
“Think what you will. But I don’t want to be killed.”
He turns to leave,
“I’m going to be an Eightfold, not a Ninefold. At the very least, I will have no mercy on those who fight to preserve the stability of the people.”
At those words, Revolutionary Gon’s expression turned pensive. He was about to speak again when Hye-yeon interrupted him.
“No revenge, no return. Once spoken, words cannot be taken back, so Zongnan, go your own way. I can assure you that Shaolin will never see you again, at least not before my death.”
And with that, the beads on both of Hye-yeon’s wrists clink and fall off. It was a precious object, a Shaolin artifact that he had accumulated through a lifetime of hard work and virtue.
The golden Buddha.
Immortal Spirit Light.
Hui Yan’s body slowly floated into thin air, demonstrating why he had come to be known as a divine monk.