Chapter 108

The forces of Black Island are.
Representatively.
Historically.
There are three powers.
The seventy-seven green forests, which control the mountain streams of the Middle Kingdom and have no power in every point.
Furthermore, the Changgang Surochai, who controls the Changgang River, which can be said to be the umbilical cord of the Zhongyuan Forest.
Using the roads leading out of Zhongyuan as their bases, the Daemak gradually expanded its power, forming a siege around the Zhongyuan Forest.
These forces, representing the Black Sea, were a threat not only to the Zhongyuan army but also to the Huang family.
In the midst of this, there was a faction in the Zhongyuan Martial Forest that was in full-scale conflict with the mainstream.
“So. You created this meeting because you’re afraid of the idiots from the mainstream faction getting together and talking.”
The four great factions of the Sect joined together, and it was called the Sect.
The Black River Gate.
Manakmun.
The Gui Wang Clan.
The Blood Lily.
And the lord of the Maniac Gate, now the lord of the Sect,
“Galpyeong, I’ll at least listen to your stories, but you’re too stubborn to use a sword.”
Galpyeong, now called the First Sword of Sapa, was a vicious fighter, and it was none other than King Guo Man of Jiangjiang who favored him.
“If you feel that this is a useless position, you should know that I will get up in an instant.”
Even the Master of the Four Swords, and the so-called Fourth Sword, had to admit that he had long been firmly entrenched as the master of the Jiang River, and had remained stubborn and steadfast in his position despite facing countless opponents.
Seeing Galpai take a step back, Gu Man smiled with satisfaction, then looked at the air and spoke.
“It’s time for you to come out, too. You still want to play hide-and-seek?”
“Do you want to die?”
Cold and chilling.
With the certainty that it could kill.
The voice didn’t sound human, like the scraping of iron, and Gu Man turned to face Baekwang, Galpyeong, and the two of them.
“Still curious, still full of blood.”
With those words, the waves of the West Lake, which had been admired for its beauty, rippled.
It rumbled.
“Ta, the ground is shaking! Ji, is it an earthquake?”
“Kaaaak!”
“Hey, look!”
As the screams erupted, the waters of the West Lake began to rise.
It was a bizarre sight, but it was immediately obvious who the artwork belonged to.
“I’ll take a bet on how long your ears can stay under the water of the West Lake.”
It was Gu Man. And the one who stopped him.
“You’re so old, yet you’re still so young. You’re still scratchy with your words.”
He opens his mouth as he climbs the stairs.
A giant of a man, over six feet tall.
A crooked tooth, almost to his waist, chuckled.
A hunchback, a crooked louse.
Everyone stopped talking when they saw his ugly face, which could not be solved even with all kinds of rhetoric.
“He’s got bad taste.”
I wasn’t alone.
On the hunchback’s shoulders, two dazzling beauties stood frozen in contemplative silence.
“If you envy them, envy them.”
“Looking at your face makes me sick to my stomach. What sin are women?”
Gu Man looked at the rising hunchback in disgust, and then calmed the rising waters of the West Lake.
“Tonight, I’ll burn my soul to spend time with these whores.”
As the chuckling hunchback explained that he’d been waiting for this moment, deep in the middle of nowhere, for such a momentous occasion, the two women choked back the tears that welled up in the corners of their eyes. They realized their fate.
What kept them from making a sound or protesting was that they had seen dozens of lowly men from Hangzhou who had taken one look at the hunchback and turned to blood with a wave of their hand.
A night with the hunchback is better than losing their lives.
They could only dwell on their fate, cursing the heavens for having caught the hunchback’s eye.
“I’ll build a mountain of dead women in your abomination.”
“So be it,” said the hunchback, ”it’s called heroism.”
The hunchback replied, and Guman, looking bored, shook his head. His excitement had waned.
“Not a single one of them is intact.”
At Gu Man’s grumbling, Bai Guang poured another bottle of West Port and kicked the bottle next to him at the hunchback. The hunchback bounced on its tiptoes as it watched the shattering bottle fly away.
The hunchback tilted his head back and drank the bottle with his mouth full.
Clink, clink, clink.
It took him no more than a few seconds to down the entire bottle. After spitting it out, the hunchback let out a short exclamation.
“Well, it turns out they’ve been enjoying all the good things in life, and I’ve been left floundering in the sand!”
The hunchback’s indignant exclamation made it clear who he was.
The Master of the Great Hall.
The King of the Great Curtain, considered by many to be the toughest in the Yellow House, and the one who had spent the last hour soaking the sands in blood.
The Blood King.
It was him.
“The Blood King is a bastard. You bastard.”
Guo Man’s words made Guo Chu curl his mouth into a snarl.
“You’re a weakling, I’m still a weakling. Thousands of women have died because of you.”
Gu Man’s words made it clear what he was so proud of as he tugged at my pants. At Gooman’s urging, Gyokuchu dropped the two women on his shoulders and looked at Gooman.
As if ready at any moment.
“Whatever. I’m not saying that you shouldn’t be as pretentious as the rest of them, but you’re getting old and still acting like a bunch of kids.”
Bai Guang, who spoke in a deep voice, looked between Gu Man and Gu Qiu.
“I’ll wait for you, but if you want to fight, fight properly. But if you can guarantee that you’ll finish off Jiang Jiang or Da Mak today, I’ll wait. Otherwise, be prepared.”
Hearing Bai Guang’s blood-curdling words, Gu Man and Guo Qiu glared at each other, then shook their heads and turned away.
“A little bit of dignity goes a long way, you two. Do you think I’ve been running around in the streets for so long just to do something so unworthy?”
For a long time, Bai Guang has been focused on uniting the forces of the Black Island.
Not only did Bai Guang unite the Green Forest, but he traveled to the Jiang River, the Great Wall, Salgai, and Sapa to speak with their masters. So that we could have this meeting today.
Gazing into the blood-red vastness of the white light, Gu Man couldn’t help but click his tongue at the sight.
There is not a single person here, not a single one, who does not have a seizure at the mere mention of being beneath anyone.
They are united by their pride, and each of them is as proud as the head of their respective groups. Moreover, they are not concerned with the opinions of others, and they are self-righteous and selfish.
Therefore, it was no easy task for anyone to unite such a group of people who walked the path of Sama’s esotericism.
Perhaps it would not have been possible without Bai Guang.
Gu Man would never have come to this point if it weren’t for Bai Guang’s boldness and inherent insanity as he strode effortlessly among the countless enemies of the Yangtze River.
He was a madman, and he was certainly a madman who saw beyond.
It wasn’t just him, it was the common thought of all those gathered here.
“Don’t waste your energy on useless things, Galpyeong.”
Bai Guo turned and looked at the master of the four plates, Galpai. His attention was drawn to the man sipping his drink in his courtly attire.
“You say you’re afraid of the cowardice of the political factions.”
Bai Guang bared his teeth and said.
“They own all the yolk lands in the Zhongyuan Forest. They’re fighting for their own rice bowls, even if you’re only using your nose-dirty money and your green thumb.”
As he looked at Galpyeong, Galpyeong also turned away. Bai Guang’s words tended to increase the pressure on the Zheng Sect after the forces of the Black Sword, who were aiming for self-sufficiency, united, but it was felt in the Zheng Sect’s attitude, which was different from before. It meant that the Zheng Sect was also scared.
“They’re the ones who are running the current Zhongyuan,” he said. Idiots.”
I looked up at the ceiling and saw a man with a prosthetic eye staring into the white light.
“You want to die?”
He hissed.
It had blended into the darkness, glowing a dagger that would soon be embedded in the nape of White Light’s neck. He glared at Baekwang, his face obscured by the mask he wore if he chose to remain invisible.
“Shut up and don’t interrupt me. Happo.”
Salwang Hapyo.
He was the master of a killing machine that never failed to deliver, and a member of the Wu Nai Fifty, who was once said to have escaped even the most elite of the political factions.
He showed his molars in a white light that revealed his madness without hesitation.
“If you speak once more,” he said, ”your life will cease to exist today.”
His next words, however, revealed just how insane Baekwang was.
“For your information, I’ll bite every single one of you, even the son you’ve hidden away, tear him apart, and feed him to the dogs.”
His eyes turned white, his madness exploded, and he turned to Haepyo, who wordlessly pulled back the earpiece he’d been holding up.
His one and only son.
Even within the clan, it would be a surprise to everyone if they knew.
Haepyo realized that Bai Guang was perhaps even crazier than he knew.
“Hoo hoo.”
Bai Guang looked around.
Jiang Jianglong King Gu Man.
The vicious king Galpyeong.
King of the Blood Lords, Guo Qiu.
And King Sal, King Haepyo.
And finally, the Green Forest King, Baekwang himself.
Only after a quick glance did he open his mouth.
“I think we’re finally ready. This is how it should have been from the beginning.”
He tidied up his white mane and poured the rest of the wine into his mouth.
“Big, I’m sure you all know. The factions have decided to band together. They’re holding a convention called the Fengyun Festival to announce that they’re coming together.”
They all shook their heads at that. It was no secret. The movements of the political factions were the most important thing to keep in mind.
“The Huang family has made the move themselves, with the intention of openly breaking the inviolability of the government.”
The expressions on the faces of the three men, with the exception of Galpyeong, the master of the four dead, and Haepyo, the master of the flesh, were not pleased.
They were not free from the pressure and checks and balances of the imperial family.
“Why are you talking about something that is obvious?”
Bai Guang didn’t care about Gu Man’s words.
“So be it.”
Bai Guang’s gaze swept across the lights of West Lake as if he were squeezing them, then he spoke.
“We’ll have to join hands.”
“Who are you talking about?”
Guo Man’s question was everyone’s question.
“If the heavens help the Zheng Sect.”
“If the Huang Family will help the Zheng Clan.
“Then we too can join hands with those who rebel against the heavens.”
There was only one group in all the world that was in open opposition to the Huang family, who called themselves the Heavenly Sect.
There was only one group in the entire world that rebelled against the Huang family.
“The Hongqian.”
Bai Guang’s words froze everyone in the room.
It was a taboo subject, and to say it out loud would mean that they were really rebelling against the Huang family.
Even Hai Pyo, whose expression remained unchanged, flinched.
“I will form the Reverse Heavenly Society.”