Chapter 120

“Black, black, black.”
The wet, sobbing voice echoed over and over again. Namgungal smiled, saying that he was fine, but that he needed to rest for a while.
“Go, change……. I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Don’t forgive the ugly mother.”
As if it was all my fault, Namgungal looked at Mo Yongye-rye, who had her head down on Namgungal’s bed and couldn’t stop crying. After a few more fits of fever, she seemed to run out of energy and fell asleep with her head on the bed.
After watching her for a long time, Namgungal grew impatient. He could feel her gaze on him.
It was his second brother.
“You’ve worked hard. Rest.”
Shaking his head, he turned away, saying that the rest of the story would have to wait until later. With that, he wished him well.
“Brother.”
Namgungal caught the second brother as he was leaving.
“You have upheld the honor of the Southern Palace.”
“I’m afraid I’ve gotten myself into trouble.”
“You have done your part. The rest is between family and family.”
“…… big brother.”
Before I knew it, I’d gone from being called a cripple to an older brother, and now Big Brother.
I guess.
He wondered when he had been preparing for Mo Yongru’s ambush just a moment ago, and he was grateful that he had traveled such a long distance to watch his back.
“……I was watching you. You were in danger.”
Nam Gung-hyeok’s words were met with a wry smile, and Nam Gung-gal’s heart was filled with worry as Nam Gung-hyeok sidled up to him and pressed his forehead.
It was only when Nam Gung-hyuk pushed him down onto the bed with his index finger that he smiled.
“Sleep and wake up, and everything will be over.”
With those words, the deep sense of wariness that had enveloped Namgunggal was lifted, and his furrowed brow stretched. He felt a sense of release, a warm sensation coursing through his body.
An overwhelming sense of exhaustion.
“Brother…….”
“Yes.”
“When you wake up, be sure to…… Su…….”
“Sue.”
“Suul…….”
I wonder if he wants to invite me for a drink.
Looking at Namgungal, who was lost in her sleep, unable to finish her sentence, Nam Gung-hyuk smiled at her.
He was surprised to find himself in a tizzy. When had he ever smiled so relaxed while talking to his family?
He could count on one hand the number of times he had done so, and it had become a frequent occurrence these days. Feeling it, he realized that he had changed.
“Ha, right.”
By the way.
Nam Gung-hyuk took one look at Mo Yongye, who had collapsed from exhaustion from crying.
As he walked out of the barracks, he glanced at the Sichuan Tang family’s gazoo, and then at his own mother, Tang Miyan.
“Who’s saying what to whom, my subject.”
Like chewing bitter herbs.
Nam Gung-hyuk clenched his fists at the sourness rising inside him.
His brother had broken through just like this. I will also break through as I am told.
* * *
Huang Bo Geng is one of the most recognizable powerhouses in the Wushu region. He was even one of the five great powers who raised the banner of the Huang family and was in charge of everything, so even within the Huang family, he was considered to be on par with the patriarch.
He was one of the most powerful men in the palace, and he had raised the banner of the Huang Clan, and he was considered by the Huang Clan to be on par with Gao Zhu. Just like the Grand Duke of the Southern Palace.
There was only one reason.
“I’m going to fight him in this Fengyun Council.”
“Have you forgotten what this seat is for?”
At the words of Huang Bozhong, the monarch of the Five Great Houses, and the patriarch of the Huang Bo family, Huang Bo Geng shook his head, as if he knew why.
“I know. Go.”
“But how so?”
“It’s up to you to take care of it.”
“What?”
Huang Bo Gyum’s gaze was calm.
“Chong, the important thing right now is not the match…….”
Huang Bozhong’s gaze was fixed on one place, and one place only, as he spoke softly.
“No, it’s not. No, no. It’s not that I don’t know what he’s trying to say, it’s just that I’m responding to his fighting spirit.”
One moment he saw the Grand Duke of the Southern Palace as a child.
At another, he treated him with murderous intent for his unusual talent.
He regretted not being able to kill him, but he was overwhelmed by his growth.
“Now I’m reacting, and I must fight him. Otherwise, this Hwang Bo Gyeom. I’ll never recover.”
Have you ever felt so strongly in favor of someone?
It was a puzzling feeling, especially for someone so much younger than him.
Huang Bozhong also sensed Huang Bo Gyum’s burning desire to compete, and he replied with a silent gaze. He thought it was unusual to react like that.
Rightly or wrongly, he realized that this was not something that could be stopped. It didn’t take long for Huang Bozhong to come to a decision.
“Alright.”
“Go.”
“Do it. Do as much as you want. Isn’t that what he wanted you to participate in anyway, and he wouldn’t have sent you away if he had thought to do it in moderation in the first place?”
Hwang Bo Gyum couldn’t help but recognize the fact that he had let Hwang Bo Gyum participate with a certain amount of consideration in mind, and he was reminded of the fact that it was Gaju who knew him so well.
I must.
I will definitely defeat the Grand Duke of the Southern Palace.
No matter what happens with the sword.
No matter what the future of the Southern Palace is.
it will come to a halt under the fist of this Huang Bo Geng.
I’ll show them here in the Fengyun Pavilion.
* * *
That’s right.
It certainly was.
“Kuluk.”
Huang Bo Gyum looked in disbelief at the gurgling and pouring blood.
“Kuluk, kuluk.”
“Huang Bo’s name is high among the powers, so it’s no big deal. I was nervous.”
“……, what the hell are you?”
This is definitely one of the strange numbers I recognized earlier. It was a martial artist that I had noticed, and although it was a martial artist that was completely different from Huang Boga, he had drawn a picture that I had vowed to crush in one fell swoop if I were his opponent.
But.
“You mean me.”
The opponent was unharmed by a kung fu strike that could be called a wall power strike.
Jab, jab, jab.
The approacher revealed the mark of a black bird on a fluttering robe sleeve.
“Do you know what this is?”
“Kuluk, kuluk.”
The man looked at the blood at the corner of his mouth and took a step back, lest it touch his sleeve.
“A swallow. A swallow. What the world has forgotten, we have reclaimed.”
“…… swallows.”
“That’s right. Remember that.”
“This, whose name is…….”
“Poohoo. Funny, that means you ignored me and ignored this swallow.”
Helplessly defeated, Huang Bo Gyum was miserable beyond words. He had clearly heard his name called, but he couldn’t remember the other man’s name. This was because the man had no interest in him.
“This is Mo Yongyan. Remember it. The birth of the first man in heaven is coming.”
The man’s name was Mo Yongse, the man of the Mo family.
“……Mo, Mo Yong?”
“Ah, yes.”
Huang Boqiong had an expression of disbelief. It hadn’t been long ago that someone from the Mo Yong family had had his arm chopped off by the Grand Duke when he had tried to harm the Duke of the Southern Palace because he couldn’t bear the bitterness of defeat.
He also learned early on about the transmutation of the stars and focused his attention on the martial arts, never letting his guard down.
“That child is my son. As a father, it is my duty to avenge my child’s death.”
Mo Yongyan’s eyes never wavered as she spoke, only glaring down at Huang Bo Gyeom with a glittering gaze.
“Remember. This is Huang Bo Gai and Mo Yongjia’s eye level.”
The game didn’t last long. But the outcome was quite shocking. Everyone predicted Huang Bo Geng’s victory.
He was a powerhouse in the center circle, and his many exploits and fist-fighting methods had a way of igniting the hearts of men.
Naturally, there were those who cheered him on.
“No way.”
“No way…….”
“and, in just a few days…….”
To say it was shocking is an understatement.
Nonetheless, the world of winning is still the same.
“Mo Yongse is not the only victory for Mo Yongyan. Huang Bosei, take the injured to the councilor as soon as possible.”
It was cold.
* * *
“It’s already too late, and his arms won’t be able to be attached anymore.”
Mo Yongbi’s expression was filled with sadness at those words. Looking at Mo Yongbi, the patriarch of the Mo Yongse family, everyone showed compassion for her.
“How did this happen…….”
“Mo Yongzhu…….”
“It’s okay.”
Mo Yongbi’s shaky figure resembled that of a grandfather who had lost his grandson without a trace, and the Duke of Namgungse felt sorry for him and began to tell him one story after another about the Grand Duke.
“To say the least, it was a bit harsh. If you had prepared so much in advance, you could have simply subdued him.”
“You’re right. You emphasize harmony so much, and then you go straight for the sword.”
“I’m afraid I’ll be too scared to continue with this.”
Of course, there were those who spoke up about Mo Yongru’s problems, but in front of Mo Yongbi, they only criticized the Southern Palace.
After a moment, Mo Yongbi walked away and returned to the Mo family’s seat.
“This is it.”
His gaze lingered on the Grand Duke of the Southern Palace Family. He felt as if the Grand Duke was still glaring at him.
“Hmph. Funny.”
The enemy’s childlike gaze at him.
The target of the gaze was the Grand Duke, the representative of the Southern Palace, the bud of the next generation.
If Mo Yong Lu had defeated Nan Gong Gal and killed Nan Gong Ban, the Grand Duke of the Southern Palace, the picture would have been even better, but alas, that was not to be.
Mo Yong Lu, that was his limit. It was a shame, but so be it.
Mo Yongbi, who believed that it was a rule of thumb to quickly organize the discarded pieces and move on to the next one, turned his head back.
“Are you …… ready?”
“I’m ready, like a dime a dozen.”
“Good.”
From the day he had restored the Du Zhen Sheng, he hadn’t slept for a single moment because he realized the meaning and significance of it.
“It should be a great cause, not a great name. The moment we realize that, our cause has begun.”
Mo Yongbi and Mo Yongyeon.
For them, the cause was more important than the fact that someone, their grandson and son, had been killed.