Chapter 133

All the causes and effects that occurred in the Fengyun Branch are resolved and resolved here.
That’s the tacit rule, and the mindset that must be kept in mind until the Fengyun Circle is complete.
Although Mo Yong-yeon is the center of everyone’s attention for crossing the line, she doesn’t talk about it because she doesn’t want to jeopardize the significance of the Fengyun gathering, which was organized to resolve the power struggle between the Segawa clan and the Moon clan.
If they were to break their promise of discipline because of Mo Yongyan, they would be playing a joke on him.
“Mo Yongxue is not Mo Yongyan’s victory. The next match will be held in four days, as the floor needs to be maintained.”
Huang Tianhou’s calm voice spread out. His voice was flat and unconcerned about the previous events.
I knew he was very angry.
Some people may be angry because they’re lashing out, but Huang Tianhao’s anger becomes more and more cold and detached the more he gets angry.
Apparently, Mo Yongyan’s behavior wasn’t the only thing that made him angry, as he didn’t hesitate to use insulting words towards the princess.
As the prime soldier of the Huang family and the sword that protects the princess, Mo Yongyan deserves to be chewed to death.
“By the way, I wonder how you plan to compete with three people.”
Mo Yongyan smiled provocatively. Seeing Huang Tianhou’s dull eyes, Mo Yongyan didn’t seem to mind.
“One is a minor monk. Naturally, the method will be decided on the day.”
“It’s a classic method, but it’s simple and straightforward, so let’s go downstairs.”
Mo Yong-yeon walked down the stairs, all eyes focused on his steps, but he seemed to have no problem with it.
I squinted at him, too, but I had priorities.
I looked at Pang Hyang, who was breathing heavily. There was no more bleeding, but the wound looked pretty deep, though Pangak had already applied a tourniquet.
No, he seemed more traumatized than that.
I see.
My own martial arts.
It must be quite a shock to face your own martial arts that you’ve spent a lifetime building up.
That was the reaction of everyone Mo Yongru and Mo Yongyan had ever encountered.
“Mr. Confucius.”
Fang Xiang spoke up, his breathing ragged as he tried to break through my thoughts.
“Avoid them. If you can avoid it. That’s Magong…….”
With each word, her bleeding continued. I hastily interrupted her.
“Stop, stop talking.”
“Don’t face it…… It’s what I feel every time I face Magong, but it’s like my built-up aura is crumbling. He’s a monster…….”
A trembling voice.
Fang Xiang, a specimen of the outer yuan, spoke with a tremor in his voice, which made it all the more poignant. But I.
“Pang Sojourner.”
“…….”
“I’ve done my job, leave the rest to me.”
“Ha, but!”
I shake my head at Pang’s afterword.
“I’m not that bad.”
“That’s not…….”
“Then it’s okay, I know Fang Sojourner’s heart.”
Pang Hyang looks at me, speechless.
“Thank you.”
I think about Feng Yunzhijie.
And the heart that thinks of me, even though I pretended not to know.
“Let’s talk when you’re better, that’s the order.”
I’ll talk to Pang Hyang later. About the blueprints we’ll draw, about the future we might have together.
Pang Hyang shook his head to see if he understood.
“I’ll ask him to stay behind.”
“Don’t worry.”
Pangak opens his mouth to support Pang Hyang. I told him not to worry, too.
“Don’t get hurt. If you get hurt, An Baek, he’ll go on a rampage. I feel dizzy thinking about it.”
“It pains me to think of it too, so we should try not to make each other look like that.”
Pangak smirked.
I smiled back at him.
* * *
“What can we do?”
“What can I do. I’ll live as I live. I don’t know how long I’m going to live with this.”
“Inoom!”
Mo Yongbi snorted, unable to hold back the curse words that filled her chin.
It was getting worse. How could he get the lines wrong?
“Don’t you know that being born in the name of the Mo Yong family and acting badly offends everyone? Now that you’re back in the nest, now that you’re out in the world again, how can you mess things up so badly?”
“Well, well. You’re nagging me again.”
Mo Yongbi’s eyes fluttered in response to Mo Yongyan’s reaction.
The Mo Yong family is the sixth generation. It is not a small or medium-sized sect on the fringes, nor is it a group of street thugs.
Such a proud demeanor, so overconfident.
And it’s impossible for him to be so disrespectful to his patriarch and father, Mo Yongbi.
“What’s wrong with the martial arts?
Mo Yongbi hadn’t mastered the Du Zhen Seng. No, he couldn’t. Not only was he not in the right body to cultivate the Du Zhen Ying, but there were many things he would have to let go of in order to cultivate the Du Zhen Ying at his advanced age.
Performing his duties as a patriarch meant dealing with a lot of things.
To master Du Jeon Seong Seong, you have to put everything aside and focus on learning about the overall martial arts of the strongest schools.
That’s why I chose Mo Yong Yeon.
Is this a side effect of the two-electricity system?
Mo Yongbi only had a vague idea, but the situation was taken seriously.
The blatant gaze.
A look that epitomized her teenage years.
Mo Yongbi couldn’t help but swallow hard at the sight and behavior of Gu, who had a great toy at his feet and acted as if it was his everything.
Bae Bae-jin.
Literally, Mo Yongxue has no back. He was huddled at the edge of a cliff.
He had already offended others and had reached a point of no return. If he couldn’t even win the Fengyun Tournament at this point, even his extenuating circumstances would disappear.
“Hmph.”
“Why are you laughing?”
“Your head is spinning. I can hear your head spinning from here.”
Mo Yongyan’s words made Mo Yongbi clench his teeth.
“You can’t win.”
Anyway, we’re in this together. We have to win and see. The remaining members of the Mo Yong family, Du Zhenxing, Bie Zhen, and Dai Yan, are all ready to revive the family.
Once you win, you’ll have to reclaim Mo Yong Yeon’s position in the family by any means necessary. In addition to consolidating the position of the Sixth Dynasty, they should also publicize their superiority over the Southern Palace Family and slowly prepare.
“Can you beat ……?”
Mo Yongyan jumped to her feet and stood in front of Mo Yongbi with a smile on her face.
They looked so much alike.
“If you can’t win, will you kick me out if you can’t win?”
“What are you talking about…….”
“After all, the Mo Yong Family’s fortune is on me.”
“That’s because you……!”
“Alas, don’t ruminate on what has already passed. You must walk to me, whether you are killed or eaten, I tell you this.”
Mo Yongbi’s grip tightened, but then the corners of his mouth twitched upward, and a smile crept into his eyes.
“I believe you will win. If you lose.”
She didn’t finish her sentence. If I lose, Mo Yongyeon said.
“I don’t think so.”
He’d die for pranking Mo Yongjia.
None other than Mo Yongbi, himself, will make the move and kill him.
* * *
“So you have a plan.”
“The number of tricks that monstrous fellow has up his sleeve is indeed unknown.”
Namgung Han and Namgung Stone. They were actively supporting the Grand Duke to win the Fengyun Tournament.
They understood the meaning of victory implied in the words unity and harmony.
The Grand Duke’s victory would mean that he would soon become the head of the Namgung family.
If the Grand Duke’s victory meant that he would become the head of the Namgung family, they, who had been pushed to Shandong, could dream of returning to Anhui.
For that to happen.
“Du Zhenxing.”
I had to find the answer to that martial art.
“If he had such a martial art, why didn’t he sweep through the Zhongyuan Martial Forest sooner?”
“As you know, the Zhongyuan Martial Realm is a world full of silver circles, and you know how terrifying it is to have power within a family.”
“Family connections.
It’s a place where the hilt of a sword is more frightening than an arrow from the outside.
This is why Namgung Han and Namgung Suk are unable to master the Spear and Emperor Sword styles.
“It’s Mo Yong’s family, so it shouldn’t be any different.”
“That’s true, but the problem is that we don’t have a way to break through his martial arts right now.”
“Why don’t you do what the Third Gongzi did and hold out without attacking?”
The Third Duke never faced a direct attack against Mo Yonglu, instead using his opponent’s mind to finish him off.
“That’s not an easy way to do it.”
Next to the two, a man walked calmly by, and their faces brightened as they looked at him. He was the second most important swordsman in the Southern Palace after Mu Baek, and an elder of the family.
“Long time no see.”
“Elder Sun.”
“It’s been a long time. You weren’t the last one to see me off.”
Elder Sun was Namgung Yeol.
Elder Sun had left a good impression on both Namgung Han and Namgung Suk. He was the one who had suggested that there should be no distinction between the four realms, and he was the one who had tried to stop Jia Zhu with his last words.
Even though they had been pushed to Shandong, how could he forget that memory?
“But tell me. How is it so easy?”
“Mo Yongyan is cunning. He can see through his opponents, and he’s studied the martial arts secrets and principles of each family and sect for a long time, so his depth of knowledge is extraordinary.”
Mo Yongru is qualitatively different. He has the depth to know how to treat the martial arts of shamans, Shaolin, and Pangas.
“Fang Xiang is considered the master of the Taijiquan Sword, the Eighteen Nine Hands, and the Ho Tao Pangak. You both know that all three of them are beyond the scope of the usual late-period exponents.”
The two men shook their heads at that.
Not to mention the Eighty-Niners, the sight of Fang Xiang’s Oho Danmundo made their tongues drop.
“Then what should we do?”
“Elder Sun has realized the Fifth Wave Technique?”
At their words, Elder Sun smiled and shook his head.
The two men shook their heads in disappointment.
“But.”
Namgung Yewl continues.
“I do know one thing.”
“……!”
“What is it?”
The sword sheathed at her waist curved wildly.
“Even a straightened sword bends like this.”
A stone kicked up from the ground turns to dust in midair.
“Even the hardest rocks are reduced to dust.”
What is he trying to say?
“Du Zhenxing, if that martial art was a perfect martial art, would it have been practiced?”
“It is…….”
“There’s a knowledge among the Mo Yong family that…….”
Southern Palace Yue shakes her head.
“The Southern Palace’s Emperor Sword Form. The Fang Family’s Five Horsemen Sword. Huang Bo’s Wall Power Qin Tian Circle. The Tang Family’s Ten Thousand Fire Sword. Jie Gal’s Xinguijin. Each family’s representative secret weapon has remained unchanged for a long time, which means that if the family’s knowledge is strong, there must be a foundation to maintain it.”
“That means……!”
“There must be a price to pay for mastering the art, or a corresponding sacrifice.”
That’s the nature of martial arts. No martial art is timeless. Why talk about orthodoxy and how to follow tradition.
Namgung Yewol realized that.