Chapter 139

Mo Yongbi looked down at his unconscious son. The brat who had overwhelmed the Fengyun Sect with his words and expressions was gone. Now, he was just a criminal who could no longer use martial arts, a person who was no different from the common people.
“Father…….”
The pitiful voice directed at Mo Yongbi belonged to the one who had been acting so carelessly. It was the voice of a man who had vowed to win the Fengyun Branch only a short time ago, and who believed in the return of the nation of Daiyun.
“I will return tomorrow. Get some rest.”
“Bo, revenge…….”
An unexpected term leapt out of the shell of a man’s mouth. Mo Yongbi laughed in disbelief.
“You say revenge now?”
“Ah, my son has been wronged, so of course I will seek revenge…….”
“Haha…… hahahahahaha. Hahahahahahaha!”
Mo Yongbi’s smile grew uncontrollably, and she laughed for a long time, unable to stop the laughter that leaked out, until she burst into tears.
Feeling the pale complexion and uneasy gaze upon her, she laughed for a while longer before wiping away the fading smile.
“You have broken the wings of the Moyongse family so that they may never fly again. And revenge? You say revenge!”
He shouted. The gravity in her voice instantly made Mo Yongyan’s complexion flush. She found it hard to breathe under the pressure.
“……I would have to devote my life to cleaning up your cheap shit. If it weren’t for you. If it weren’t for you!”
“Cuck, cuck…….”
A short circuit that doesn’t move, a power that I can’t feel.
You can’t even get your fingers to work properly, and your beating heart is stifled, your blood dries up, and you can’t even breathe anymore.
“Ha, Grandpa…….”
It was none other than Mo Yongbi’s grandson, Mo Yongrui, and Mo Yongyan’s son, Mo Yongyan, who witnessed the scene with a shaky voice. Mo Yongru, the grandson of Mo Yongbi and the son of Mo Yongyun, was watching the shocking scene and shuddered, but he felt that he had to prevent the disaster in front of him, so he bit Mo Yongbi’s pants dance with his teeth.
“Please, please……. Please don’t kill me, Grandpa…….”
“You bastards, right now I want to beat you all to death.”
The flesh rising from his body took over his entire body. There was no hope for Mo Yong’er anymore. If he had won the tournament, he would have used that honor to free himself.
But he didn’t win, and the secret of Du Zhen Sheng was revealed.
His ambition was so unnecessary that he was under the strictest guard of the Huang family. He would be criticized and condemned by everyone.
For years.
I didn’t even know how many years, or how long I would have to remain under guard.
So to shorten that time even a little bit.
To buy a little sympathy, I could only think of one way.
“Kuck! Kuck……. Kuck, kuck, kuck…….”
Feeling the pressure released, Mo Yongyan grabbed her throat and sucked in a breath. Mo Yongbi’s voice soothed her as she breathed in, her face covered in tears and snot.
“Go up and speak, before the Fengyun Sect is over. Tell them that it was your own idea, your own choice, that it was your own thoughts that led you to think of the Great Yan and speak out against the honor of the Huang Family.”
Mo Yongyan’s chuckling stopped. She understood what he meant.
“Whoops, whoops. Oh, Father……? You don’t want me to…….?”
“Sacrifice for the family. If you want to return to the family and be treated like a human being.”
It would not be human.
That’s what it’s like to keep everything to yourself.
You’ll have to endure every insult, and you’ll be labeled until you die.
“Oh, my father…… uh, how could you…….”
“Isn’t it right that you clean up your own shit?”
As I watched the armless Moyongru crawl over and grab his crotch with his mouth.
“Because I want my grandson to be treated properly, too.”
Mo Yongyan’s mouth twitched. He didn’t seem to feel any guilt at all about sacrificing his son and grandson for the sake of the family.
“That’s right, you should have done it.”
Yidaji also said something cold.
Mo Yongyan squeezed her eyes shut, thinking that this was a dream.
And then the moment.
With a flutter, the entrance to the barracks opened, and countless guards rushed in.
Chu, chu, chu!
“Mo Yongfei, head of the Mo Yong Clan, come and claim Mo Yongfei!”
“……!”
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“The battle with the victor is over, only one hill remains.”
“That’s a pretty big hill.”
“What are you going to do about Mo Yongga?”
“……what?”
My aunt’s eyes pierce through me.
“Are you going to hide it from me?”
“Of course not. But Du Zhen Shengyi is a dangerous martial artist.”
“You’re not called the Sixth Dynasty, you’re called the Great Dynasty.”
“How did you know?”
“I don’t know you.”
At my uncle’s words, my gaze shifted to the distant Aguidan, the Aguidan leader, and the princess.
“It’s not a martial art, it’s a demonic art, and the more you master it, the more it eats away at you. Your emotions become unstable, ungovernable, and uncontrollable. One’s mind becomes unstable, and one’s dantian becomes uncontrollable.”
“Do you see it as a decision.”
“It reads poorly.”
“Dangerous.”
We shook our heads.
“Then why are you capturing Mo Yongyan and Mo Yongru, not Mo Yongbi? They’re the only two people who have mastered the Duzhen Jing.”
“It’s very likely that …… Mo Yongbi knew about the dangers of the two.”
The old man’s expression hardened. She knew of the dangers of the two-electricity technique, a technique that was a mystery, but no different from magical arts, and yet she allowed my bloodline to master it.
“How can you think so?”
“Mo Yongbi worked for decades to make Mo Yongxue’s position as the head of the Six Great Families, to consolidate it. It’s evident by the amount of time he’s spent using his wealth to buy all sorts of elixirs to improve his martial arts skills. The proof is that he hasn’t mastered it.”
Mo Yongbi is a man driven by greed and ambition.
“The fact that he still won’t step down from his position as head of the family and pass the reins to Mo Yongyan is another reason.”
“That makes sense.”
“Mo Yongbi will be proclaimed from the coffin.”
Du Zhen Shengyi will be gone forever.
The old story of Dai Yan would also cease to exist.
And the one obstacle that had been plaguing the Fengyun Sect would be gone.
“Are you happy?”
“Of course not. But.”
For me, Mo Yong-se was an obstacle, but I was able to overcome it because it was a wall.
Paradoxically, I realized that the justice of the Fengyunji Temple could be just because of the same evil intentions as Mo Yongsegae.
It was my aunt’s words that awakened me from my thoughts.
“When are the finals?”
“I thought it was tomorrow, but it’s not. Not for another seven weeks.”
The sword that represented my impatience when I appeared on the stage pierced through the blue-gangstone floor like tofu, and I can’t tell you how many times I heard Huang Tianhu’s nagging after the dance was over.
Not only that, but the four days of hard work were wasted because of the unarmed armor, which was shattered every time the Ascending Martial Gong popped up.
But so be it. It energized the crowd and increased the participation of the Fengyun Council.
The treatment of Mo Yongsegae.
The remedial process for the unarmed.
And the breaks given to the participants to reflect and do their best.
Seven days and nights to meld it all together.
I sighed. It was unbearable. Seven weeks and seven nights to look back on the Great Dancer, the Thunder King Sword, the Spear Bow, and the still-flimsy Emperor Sword Form.
“A deep sigh.”
“As I said before, there’s a big hill to climb.”
Winner.
Wu Nanshi Zhen, the master of the ranks, the most powerful man in the world.
He has even suffered a defeat that was perfect for him. A pervasive sense of defeat that no matter how hard he stretched and thrust his sword, he could not reach.
I felt it once. It made me more cautious.
“You seem to have as much thought and complexity as a deep sigh.”
“I just want to win, that’s all.”
“Let’s go.”
“Where?”
“I’ve made arrangements for you.”
At those words, I looked up. I could feel my uncle’s gaze drifting in one direction, and I followed it.
First I saw familiar faces. I saw three familiar faces. Kang Woo-moon, Dong-hwi, and Black Ho were standing there, and when I turned to the side, I saw Namgungseok, Namgungdae, and Namgunggaemyeong. One after another, Namgung-hyeok, Namgung-gal, and Namgung-wall slowly walked over.
Not only that.
“Fang, Fang Daihua?”
A giant of a man, with a massive bicep and a thick saber of matching size.
“I’ve been meaning to test my connections against the next Heaven’s First, but I don’t know how. I decided to do it my way.”
Ho Tao stood there, a smile on his lips. That’s a surprise, too.
He turned toward the sound of footsteps,
“……s, Master?”
There was the elder Namgung Yeol.
“I’m here because the Sword King has asked me to show his hand. If it is to hold the strands so that the Grand Duke can move on, then as your Master and First Elder, I have no reason not to comply.”
“……everyone.”
My uncle cuts me off.
“Don’t take this the wrong way. I’m just catching you on a day when I can legally harm you.”
“You have no idea how happy I am.”
“You’d better be ready to die, because I’m not going to look the other way.”
“Maybe I won’t even make it to the final stage.”
The corners of my mouth twitched as I added Black Lake to the conversation.
“As a master, I’ll have the joy of seeing my student grow.”
“If you want to talk about it, you’ll have to face the next Heaven’s First Sword.”
The elders and teachers, Nangong Yue and Ho Tao Pangak, chimed in.
“Even if you beg us to spare your life, we won’t. Oh, but. If you challenge us, we will continue to accept you.”
Namgunggal’s words caused everyone to burst into laughter. I smiled too.
I stretched out, feeling the warmth of my host’s arrangement. Seven weeks to go, and I don’t think I’ll be able to stretch out at all.