Chapter 172

Pippit!
“It’s quite encouraging that you can cut through diamonds.”
“…… Namuamitabha.”
“That bastard’s bad luck. Aren’t you tired of it?”
I can’t help but feel uncomfortable whenever I recall a dislike.
Even he, who had long since surpassed the realm of the supreme horse, could not ignore the verbal power of these few words.
The Buddhist martial artist possessed an aura of destructiveness. It is the most suitable energy to push back, crush, and bind the vicious and evil energy.
Hence.
“One would think you were the only one who died.”
The Netherblooded Carpenter has died.
The Gui Clan has lost its leader.
The Reaper Blood Maiden Ban Yihua is struggling as well, but she’s not at her best because she’s been ignoring the Volcano Sect’s defenses and rushing in.
And all of that.
With sad eyes,
and the monk in front of him, whose eyes are filled with sorrow.
“Is that the responsibility of being the head of Shaolin? You never know.”
The golden pillar, its golden glow fading. The prayer beads beneath the monk’s wrists, which he had broken at the start of the fight, burst into eggs and transformed into golden pillars, one by one.
One by one, the pillars carried the Netherblooded Carpenter, the Gui Clan, and the Demonblooded Maiden Ban Yihua, all of whom were rooted in the Sect’s martial arts.
They couldn’t escape the power unleashed by the Divine Monk Hui Yan.
“If you think you can defeat me after exhausting all your strength, you’re mistaken, for I’m not weak.”
His reputation as the First Sword of the Four Sects was not earned.
His sword slices diagonally once more, slicing Hye-yeon’s breastbone like tofu.
Pow!
Her chest flaps open, revealing her sternum. Galpyeong’s sword was swift.
It was centered on the word “quick,” and contained the words “heavy” and “change.
It was of a very different nature than the myriad of martial arts in Hui Yan. Shaolin martial arts are generally strong and fierce. It is also steadfast.
It is thicker than the colorful vines and thicker than the rocks.
It is more green as a pine tree than impetuous and swift.
It is like a cliff that is naturally sheer.
And Galpyeong is a long time,
he has studied Shaolin and sharpened his sword accordingly.
What is Shaolin?
It’s the name of a prestigious school, the center of gravity.
Without cutting down the great pine tree of Shaolin, the sect would not be able to make gains.
Break the spiritual fulcrum of the sect,
and destroy the reputation of Shaolin.
Only then would there be no one to stand in their way.
“The people in the Zheng Clan are nothing to write home about.”
“…… Shiju.”
“If I can defeat you and the Berserker, Gu Feifang’s power will be crushed and weakened.”
“You don’t see the blood of your followers, do you? How is it that I can see so clearly?”
Galpyeong laughs at Hye-yeon’s words. His smirk turns into a full-blown laugh.
“Ha. Hahaha.”
He shakes his head as he sheathes his sword, then scans his surroundings.
“You’re a good monk. You’re going to teach me the ways of the world, and I don’t want it.”
“Shiju.”
“A Shaolin master who talks about nothing but his full stomach.”
In Galpyeong’s gaze, he sees his younger self, and his younger self, and how he had to live a different life to get to this point.
“Pretend to know what hunger is, pretend to help the people and win their hearts, pretend to live a life of deception, and I will say no more, but.”
Galpyeong’s blade sliced through the air, shredding what was left of Hye-yeon’s top monk’s robe. The bloodbath on her torso seemed too much for even the Diamond Immortal to withstand.
“If you try to teach me, I will not forgive you.”
“……Rooted resentment.”
A resentful, resentful voice came out of Galpyeong’s mouth.
“Blind. Haha! How ridiculous, all of you who call yourselves Gu Feifang are all deceivers. My parents were hard-working, hard-working, hard-working people. They believed in your party, they were trusting believers, but in the end, they were betrayed by hypocrites. You betrayed us with your bullshit about sacrificing cattle for the greater good, so that you could make a living for yourself.”
“My parents, who died in the past, believed in the sect of the Firmament.
They followed them to their deaths.
Members of one faction or another, scapegoating the slower-moving members of the Marked Nation for their own trophies. No more little boys screaming for them to be punished.
Deceivers.
And hypocrites.
If they were here, they would punish themselves.
And their spiritual support is now at hand.
Uprooted,
and cut off the branches.
And create a world where there will be no more lies.
* * *
Kwagaga River! Kwaang!
The Reaper Blood Maiden’s shoulder blades were crushed, blocking the power that should have been unleashed. The golden radiance crushed it, causing the blood vessels to become stifled.
“Chit!”
Ban Yi Hua leaned back in panic and glanced at the spot where the purple plum gust of wind had passed.
“……I’m going to survive, I’m not going to die in this shitty place like them!”
Ban Yihua’s gaze landed on the Netherblood Carpenter and the Gui Clan’s main sword. They were literally dead.
What about all the wealth and honor they had accumulated, and the sect they had cultivated?
“What a bunch of stupid men.”
As she clicked her tongue, greed crept into her eyes.
The Sect of the Dead is a four-part sect that Galpyeong controls. There’s the Maniac Moon, which Galpyeong founded, the Black River Moon of the Netherblood Sect, the Gui Wang Clan of the Gui Royal Clan, and the Bloodshed Clan led by Ban Yihua.
In total, there are four groups, and now the masters of two of them have disappeared from the scene. The Netherbloods led the Black River Gate, but they fell under Galpyeong’s thumb as soon as they were defeated, and the same was true of the Gui Clan, which was led by the Gui Queen.
Of the four factions that had once been called the Four Great Powers and controlled the Jiangnan and Kangbei, only Shi Feng was left. Crying and begging, Ban Yihua was forced to be absorbed into the four clans.
However, Ban Yihua was confident. If it was the same as now.
He would absorb the stifling power of the Nether Blood Water,
and give him something to chew on.
It wouldn’t be just a dream to drive out the Ten Thousand Evils and become the Heavenly Lord of the Four Devils.
You must think about the future after the Great War is over. No one will take care of what you’ve lost in the Great War, and there is no reward.
There is only death.
Therefore, if you think about the future, you must preserve your power without making unnecessary sacrifices.
Bai Xiaohua flapped his fan with a gust of wind that pushed Yu Xin off the ground. The plum blossom leaves of the believer stopped in midair, unable to go any further.
“Hey, ……. How about you negotiate with me?”
Now it was time to talk. Yushin’s eyebrows twitched at Ban Yihua’s words.
“Stop it and go over there. Galpyeong.”
“What are you talking about?”
“They’re the ones you should be blaming. Not me. I’m the one who started the war and made it look like this.”
“…….”
“You’d think we’d be on the same side, but no. No way. He and I are mortal enemies.”
The tip of Yu Xin’s sword slowly lowered. Ban Yi Hua’s eyes widened. He had been persuaded to some extent.
“If you understand what I mean, then move.”
His head shook, and he turned toward one place.
The grave of his beloved disciple, Hua Yujin,
and all eighteen of Shaolin’s vaunted warriors lay dead in the aftermath of the last battle.
In addition, eighteen of the Twenty-Four Plum Blossom Swordsmen, all of whom loved the Zheng Sect with great affection, had been crippled, eighteen of those who had tried to defend the Zheng Sect had died, and many others had collapsed in a heap of blood, unable to recover.
What is a just war.
Another side of war.
This is what it is like.
This is what it is like. Nevertheless, their sacrifice is deeply felt by Yoo Shin.
Even though Hye-yeon is being attacked by Galpyeong, she still manages to keep her energy up and pours it out for herself and the other disciples.
“I will catch Galpyeong. I’ll kill him and make him pay for this crime.”
Ban Yi Hua’s face lights up at those words.
I can see the look of satisfaction on her face. But this pleasant expression is quickly interrupted by Yushin’s next words.
“I condemned you before. What is the difference between you and Galpyeong?”
“Don’t you understand ……? He’s the one who got us into this mess in the first place! If it weren’t for him, things wouldn’t be this way!”
“What. You think I’m going to let you make fun of his tongue. Galpyeong came here to settle his own score. He is here to defy death, and…… you are not.”
The tip of Yushin’s sword was raised in a pretense.
“You’re expecting the following: If I send you back here alive, you’ll surely harm the sect. Knowing that, I cannot let you live.”
Because.
After so many deaths, there is only one hope.
It is the faith of those who believe that the next generation will grow up to be even better.
The sacrifices of Hua Yeo-jin, the various factions, and the martial artists of the political factions who are still fighting fiercely are sacrificing themselves.
They sacrifice themselves because they believe in the cause and the hope that it will be better than their own justice.
And you, the believer, on the way.
I upright my sword to travel that path together in faith.
The Twenty-Four Plum Blossom Sword Method, Righteousness.
Plum blossom incense.
The fragrance of plum blossoms travels ten thousand miles.
May the souls of the Zheng Clan live long and prosper.
Even if I die here.
Death is fleeting,
may I be a consolation to the fiercely living members of the Zheng Sect.
It is not just a battle of the named, but of the nameless.
It was the souls of the faithful, not just the masters who had attained the absolute realization of the Wu Nai Shi Zone, but the souls of all the faithful.