Chapter 136

“Ha, how long do you want me to wait?”
Mo Yongyan let out a long yawn as if she was bored. She looked at Guangxue and Huang Tianhu beside her, and then at Huang Tianhu, and her expression was full of energy.
“To say the least, that’s too much favoritism.”
He scanned the crowd.
“I’d understand if you were scared and ran away, but it’s not polite to keep so many people waiting. Don’t you think?”
The sun was rising, slowly, fading. The crowd’s reaction had shifted from a firm “no way” to a “what the hell?” at Mo Yongyeon’s words.
Hwang Cheon Ho, who was watching the scene, sighed and spoke up.
“Please refrain from rumors.”
“So, the Huang family is okay with moving today’s schedule to after dark. I’m glad you’re so flexible, but I hope you don’t do it too much, lest you create unnecessary animosity.”
Despite Mo Yongyan’s openly sarcastic remark, the Fengyun Circle had started before noon, and now it was long past noon.
Huang Tianhu also wanted to know why he hadn’t appeared, but he was too embarrassed to wait any longer, so he scanned the crowd.
Some of them hadn’t even started dancing and were already exhausted. It could have easily been about favoritism.
It would be an unfortunate end to a tournament that emphasized harmony and unity.
Moora opens her mouth to speak,
“……The original enlightenment.”
Flapping his sleeves and fluttering in the breeze, Kwangseung, who stood in a daze, spoke up.
“It can be attained while eating, while sleeping, while watching the footprints of passersby. When you’re unattended, you try not to miss a moment. The Grand Duke of the Southern Palace, at least the one I know, is not one to shy away from a fight.”
The murmurs of the crowd died away at the seriousness of his words, the weight of his words.
“Of course, we’ll have to have a word with you about showing up this late, but I think it’s not too late to at least discuss whether or not we should wait for now.”
“…… Heung.”
Mo Yongyan snorted and turned away. As if he didn’t like it, he would be what he would be.
Huang Tianhou looked at Kwangseung, and Kwangseung looked at Huang Tianhou and nodded. When they both shook their heads, Huang Tianhou looked away, and an adjutant leaped up from below, handing Huang Tianhou a small wooden barrel and three neatly hewn tunes.
“……According to the words of the victor, we will draw the first round of the competition. As you know, there are three men before the battle, so there must be a runner-up. If you draw a song with the word ‘no’ written on it, you will be the runner-up.”
“Ohhhh.”
Mo Yongyan chuckled and took a step closer.
“I hope you’re not playing a trick on me.”
“If you have any doubts, take a look.”
“Oh, I’m so dignified.”
With an exaggerated gesture, Mo Yongyeon shrugged her shoulders as if she didn’t care about the consequences. And Huang Tianhou frowned at his behavior.
“You’re getting more and more spoiled.
Was it just his mood?
Or was it the exhilaration of victory?
For whatever reason, he couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable.
“……Anyway, what do you say?”
The moment he took a step forward, Mo Yongyan reached out for the wooden barrel in Huang Tianhou’s hand.
“Eheh. I’ll draw first.”
“…….”
“Let’s see.”
Mo Yongyan smirked and swung the three rhythms.
“It would be great if I were to be the runner-up. After watching them bicker with each other, I’d be able to kick their weak backside ……!”
“Go ahead.”
As Huang Tianhu interrupted, Mo Yongyan frowned and grabbed a piece.
“So stiff. Alas, the guan soldiers shouldn’t all be so boring. It must be so boring next to the princess. I can’t go and play with her.”
“Mo Yong-yeon.”
“Alas, don’t be so formal.”
Mo Yongyan coldly plucked the song she had caught and showed it to the crowd, and the crowd exclaimed in unison.
“Something, something, something!”
“Indeed! What happens when the author draws the wealth?”
“What will happen is that the Grand Duke of the Southern Palace and the Berserker will fight.”
“I’ll have to see how he draws.”
Mo Yongyeon felt the sound of the bellows falling and tried to loosen her grip, but when she squeezed it, a disappointed sound burst out.
Mo Yongyan looked at Huang Tianhuo and Guangsheng as she heard the sound of a kick.
“If I’m not the wealthy one here, if I’m not the author.”
“Then of course, the two of you can settle the matter here and now.”
“I see.”
Mo Yongyan looked at Guangxiang.
“You’re protecting him.”
“You’re short-tempered. You’ve eaten your manners.”
Kwangseung glances at the garak in Mo Yongyeon’s hand, who gives him a provocative glare.
“That’s why I want you to pick something that isn’t necessarily wealth. The Bountiful Water Buddha.”
“Why. You want to stick with me so badly.”
“Because I can legally make you the god X.”
“Fuhat.”
Mo Yongyan scans the crowd as he stares at Guangxiang.
“Is Wu Nai Shixiong really allowed to use such frivolous words? Everyone here is watching.”
“Who cares about him? If he can’t say what I want to say, he should be kicked out.”
As he says this, Kwangseung, a smile on his lips, glances at Mo Yongyeon.
“So stop arguing and open your palm.”
Mo Yongyan met Kwang Seung’s eyes and frowned. She looked at the remaining two songs, then back at Huang Tianhu.
“But what happens if one of us draws a bad fortune? Since there’s no sign of the other one’s whereabouts, shouldn’t he suffer a defeat instead of a defeat?”
Huang Tianhou sighed inwardly, as his words could not be stalled any longer. If a suitable Grand Duke of the Southern Palace didn’t appear, he would suffer a defeat at the Fengyun Sect without even being able to compete. That would be even more humiliating than losing the match.
“Haven’t you thought about that? You’re just doing this to drag out the situation.”
Giggling, Mo Yongyan smiled and spread out her palm, then glanced down at the tune and sighed.
“This one.”
Underneath the melody.
“Too bad.”
There was nothing written on it, and the audience let out a gasp of disappointment or relief.
Mo Yongyan grabbed the song in her hand and crushed it into a powder, snatching the wooden barrel from Huang Tianhou’s grasp and walking over to the fan.
“Take it.”
“I’ll do it myself.”
“Aren’t you too stupid to waste your time?”
Guangxiang laughed and looked at Mo Yongyan in front of him. Regardless of what happened to Mo Yongyan, and whether or not she broke away from the Six Great Families, he would not get involved in any political matters.
“Where did you get a cigar, and you’re so mean to it?”
“It’s a big one.”
I couldn’t help but feel that I should crush the bridge of his nose and break it, and so Kwangseung let out a single note.
* * *
Kang Woo-moon and Dong-hwi.
The two were unarmed and nervous as they watched Kwangseung pull out a single string.
“If he picks the wrong one, …….”
“Please.”
Black Ho looked relatively calm compared to the two who were even praying. Inyoung, who approached Black Ho, asked.
“Black Ho.”
“……Please tell me.”
“Did you say you weren’t in Bidong, kid?”
“He wasn’t.”
“How did you determine that?”
Black Ho went to Bidong and told him the details of what he had seen. The more details he shared, the more In-young, who was listening, shook his head and sighed.
“It’s clear you’ve had an epiphany.”
“Yes, but…….”
“He was headed somewhere, but where was he thinking of going?”
It was An Baek, the Iron Blood Sword King, the Grand Duke’s maternal uncle, and the closest man to the current Wu Nai Fifty Zones.
He sighed heavily. He sighed heavily, wondering how he had managed to give this guy so much trouble to the end, and looking at his face made him want to punch him in the face.
It’s been so long since he thought he’d grown up.
I’m sure he’ll come around, but I can’t help but feel nervous whenever there’s a change like this.
Then.
“Wow, what did Mr. Kwang Seung-ja pick now?”
“Hah……, damn it.”
It’s a blind spot.
Or should I say, snowballing.
Floating in front of Kwang Seung’s eyes was a single word.
“No.
The three of them, Kang Wu-moon, Dong Hui, and Black Ho, squeezed their eyes shut when they saw the word. There was no time to waste up there anymore. If they didn’t do it, they’d be subjected to all kinds of insults.
“Haha…… It’s over.”
“Now, even if we come back late,…….”
“…….”
A man roars with laughter from above, unarmed and unarmed, and his laughter turns the stomachs of those waiting for the Grand Duke.
“Wahahahahaha! The Grand Duke of the Southern Palace Family was afraid to come here after all. After all the fancy pretenses, all the manly pretenses, this is the Southern Palace Family you’ve been biting and sucking on. Do you understand?”
At Mo Yongyan’s open mockery, all the members of the Southern Palace Clan clenched their fists tightly. It was as if Mo Yongyan had fled without even trying to fight.
“Now, make your judgment, there’s no point in stalling any longer.”
Huang Tianhou swept his gaze across the Southern Palace and saw An Baek.
He shook his head in disbelief. The sunlight that had already turned into a sunset was turning red.
There was no more time to waste.
“……The Southern Palace of the Southern Palace Clan was unable to participate.”
One by one, the crowd raised their heads.
At this moment, no one is there where Mo Yong-yeon and Kwang Seung-woo, who is smiling with a big smile on his face, were.
“I declare defeat…….”
Whirrrrrrrr! Kwaang!
A sword that flew in from nowhere cut off Huang Tianhou’s words as it sliced through the unarmored Qinggang stone like a tofu, deeply embedding it.
“……I apologize for the wait. To everyone.”
Then, a young man’s voice could be heard, a voice that was familiar to everyone’s ears.
Woof!
A beam of light fades to the color of the setting sun, and then a blue glow shines over the unarmed.
Blue, unarmored, and well-dressed.
A hero’s gun, blue and gold.
He stood on top of the unarmed man with an unblemished appearance. It was the one person everyone wanted to see.
It was the Southern Palace of the Southern Palace Family.