Chapter 124

“Why did you provoke me so much when you knew it wouldn’t be easy?”
“Provocation. You can’t take the obvious for granted.”
I shook my head at my uncle’s words.
“What must be said must be said, and I think it’s safe to say that he’s a demon in human form.”
My breath caught in my throat as I watched him blinded by his greed. I was furious. The significance of the Fengyun Council was being ruined by this man, and he wanted to set things right.
“The moment you step out, you are responsible for your words and actions. Do you understand?”
“I understand.”
“Furthermore, you are…….”
He stopped talking and looked at his aunt with a look of exasperation.
“What is it?”
“I’m reminded of the Sword Society.”
Why would she suddenly bring up the sword ceremony?
“The Sword Gathering, the Fengyun Temple. You talk as if your victory was a prize you won.”
“……what.”
“Arthur. You should be nervous.”
* * *
After twelve rounds, a picture emerged.
From forty-eight players to twenty-four.
From twenty-four to twelve.
It was only a matter of time, and by the time the third round was over, eyes were focused on six figures.
First, the Grand Duke of the Southern Palace Family’s movements were brisk. His cool movements and blue lightning bolts seemed to pierce through the tightly clenched hearts of thousands of daoists.
“Thunderbolt Sword City, Thunderbolt Sword City!”
“It’s indeed the Grand Duke of the Southern Palace Family, who was borrowed from a sword master family!”
“I heard you were called a wretch before!”
“Yeki, you!”
The old man, who had been settled in Anhui City for a long time, shouted out in disbelief.
“When do you speak of the enemy, the Grand Duke thinks of Anhui and worries about Zhongyuan! Listen, don’t you know of his exploits in Shandong, his exploits in Binggong, his exploits in Qingcheng, his expulsion of the sinners in Qingcheng, and his rescue of Kunlun from the crisis in Kunlun?”
“……How could the young Grand Duke have done all that, surely others could have helped…….”
“Ugh! Otherwise, the chimneys would be smoldering! There are hundreds of people here who have received the Grand Duke’s help and don’t know how to repay him!”
As soon as he said that, everyone who was listening turned their heads. Countless people were chanting the name of the Grand Duke of the Southern Palace Family.
“Nangong Ban! Nangong Ban!”
“Thunder Sword Castle! Thunder Sword Castle!”
The popularity of the name knew no bounds.
And the second was.
“Horyang Sword!”
“Horyangdo!”
It was a thief called Horyang Dao, followed by a very familiar name.
“Fang Xiang! Fang Xiang!”
“Fang Sozer!”
“Look at this!”
He’s handsome, but powerful.
The beads of sweat that fell from her body as she mercilessly wielded a sword the size of her body touched the hearts of many men.
At the same time, he was considerate of his opponents and neat in his fighting, so how could he not be the center of attention?
As a result, Fang Xiang became an outstanding hero of the Pungwoonjihoe and an idol of women. Looking at it, Fang Xiang couldn’t help but smile in delight.
Furthermore, she was given an asterisk in front of her name: Tiger Sword.
Her mettle and strength are not unlike Bum’s.
But her mind is more sophisticated than his.
It soon became a fitting and appropriate name for Fang Xiang. Pang Hyang liked the nickname, and he responded with a smile.
And the third was.
“……Ten Wind Sword.”
The last one was a familiar one, especially in the Southern Palace.
Chang Tian, Dai Yan, Mu Ai, Chang Gong, Thunderbolt, Heavenly Wind.
If it meant one of the six stories, it was probably because the energy that was skillfully manipulated was the Heavenly Wind.
And there was only one other person in existence who could freely manipulate the stories corresponding to the Heavenly Wind, and that was Namgungal.
“Namgunghyuk……!”
After the Grand Duke of the Southern Palace, even this Gongzi of the Southern Palace had reached the semi-final level, which meant that the current Grandmaster of the Fifth Sect was in the Southern Palace.
Although the Grand Duke’s performance was relatively overshadowed by that of the so-called Thunder Sword Lord, his talent and genius were by no means lacking, and many had predicted that his potential was here.
It was here that Namgung Hyuk’s potential would burst forth.
He would not only show, but perhaps even surpass my brother.
The day when the Heavenly Wind Sword would become the Heavenly Wind Sword Castle was not far off, and so the story went.
Namgung Hyuk, the hero of the story, didn’t seem to care much for the tale as it was being told, his gaze drifting to the Sichuan Tang Family, Namgung Se, and the barracks where the councilors were tending to the sick, his eyes finally landing on his brother.
The fourth was Mo Yongyan of the Mo family. The Wen Song and Shaolin masters who had fought against him were still unconscious. The shock must have been great.
His appearance was so shocking, and his martial arts and behavior so different from the norm, that Kang Ho’s comrades were showing some concern.
Even his occasional brutality made them shudder. At the same time, the moment the Grand Duke of the Southern Palace discovered what the Mo Yongxue Family’s demonic techniques were like.
“……The strongest are the strongest. If you want to say something to me, you’ll have to win.”
Mo Yongyan’s gaze focused on the Grand Duke of the Southern Palace Family. It looked like a killing intent that would surely kill him.
“……Since we are gathered under the name of the Fengyun Clan, let’s get rid of all our regrets and grievances here. ”
The Ten Wise Men of the Age.
The ten most powerful men in the world, who reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship in the Zheng Sect.
With a single word from the Southern Heavenly Divine Sword, everything was decided. All grudges and grievances would be resolved in the Fengyun Sect.
That’s what this Fengyun Circle is really about, unity.
It’s a unique opportunity to settle decades-old scores.
It was because I knew it was a unique opportunity.
So no matter what Mo Yong-yeon said or how provocative she was, no one spoke up. The results spoke for themselves.
Even if Mo Yongyeon becomes the winner of the Fengyun Branch.
There was even a tacit talk of recognizing her for the win.
“……I don’t know what the mood of the Zhongyuan Murim is.”
And next up, not Jung Won-in.
A man with pure white skin and white eyebrows exuded extreme yin.
He was none other than the Ice Heavenly Sword, Bu Feng.
He was the master of the Bing Tian Sword Academy and the closest aide to the Bing Tian Great Emperor, Han Taiwen. He had volunteered to participate. He had two reasons for participating: first, he wanted to see for himself the martial prowess of the middle ranking members of the mighty martial clans, and second, he wanted to spread the word about the favor he had received.
However, he regretted.
“There is no one who dazzles my eyes more than the Grand Duke of the Southern Palace. His boldness and youthful attitude beyond life and death impresses me deeply.”
The first reason I joined the program is that I keep getting sick. By utilizing the extreme Yin Qigong, the martial artists of Zhongyuan were often defeated in a flurry of defeat. Bing Tian Sword Feng still felt that he was not good enough.
So naturally, he would often recount how he got involved.
“I have been favored by the Grand Duke of the Southern Palace Clan, the Southern Palace Clan’s Xiao Hao. Nay, all the people of the North Sea are favored by him, and we will travel great distances to help and fight as if it were our own business.”
That’s how he came to be involved with the Fengyun Society. Who wouldn’t want a member of the Beihai Ice Palace to come out and support the sect?
At the same time, the martial arts demonstrated by the great master of the Ice Palace, the Ice Heavenly Sword Bu Ping, was a different kind of enjoyment.
“No, not the last one!”
“What the……!”
He wanted to know who the sixth person was.
“It’s me.”
He flicks up his sleeves, ahem, and opens his mouth.
“……Crazy.”
“Uh……?!”
“Me, him!”
“Oh, no way…….”
A gasp from many mouths.
“Ha.”
“There he goes again.”
“My…… feet.”
A voice of lament and bitterness came out of another’s mouth.
He lifted the corners of his mouth as if to say, “How’s it going?” and nodded, enjoying the attention.
He was none other than a master of the Qing Sheng Sect, a man of high status.
At the same time, he was also one of the Ten Great Elders of the time.
He had held the position for the longest period of time and had a reputation for being unstoppable, and he was also known as an eccentric.
Why on earth would he.
“What. Why. I thought you said there were no rules?”
“…….”
“I thought you said it was just three people, right?”
His stare left everyone speechless. Because nothing he said was wrong.
“No matter how you slice it, you malko dosa, you have no business being there!”
Kisunga shouted with a heavy sigh. It was almost embarrassing to see him up there, all the way up there to save the juniors’ ki.
“What.”
Kwangseung shrugged his shoulders as if he didn’t really know what the problem was, then looked at the other five participants. His smile never changed.
“It’s a shame there are no members left from the old file room. What would you have done without me?”
The air shifted. The mood subsided at his words.
“I must admit that the Sixth Generation has run its course in this generation.”
At Kwangseung’s words, everyone realized. He was talking about the current generation, not just the intertwined political positions within the unity of the Fengyun branch.
“Why don’t you pass it on to the next generation? How long will you keep this old, frail, weak, and helpless old man sitting here?”
The Eighty-Fourth Venerable, fluttering his robes, looked at the five contestants and the thousands of attendees, and concluded.
“Stop talking about it, and take it with you. The name Wu Nanshenzong. The future of the Zheng Family.”
The words stunned everyone. As if he wasn’t finished, Hana continued.
“Of course, you’ll have to defeat me.”
And with that, he chanted the last words of the mantra.
The Bountiful Water Buddha.