Chapter 148

“What a blind man.”
Many people had gathered. Those who would have returned to their respective seats after the Fengyun branch meeting were now unable to go even if they wanted to.
The topic of the Murim Alliance was mentioned, and many members of the Murim heard it.
It began to unite the political factions, and at the same time, it united many people into the Murimen.
“Not without a plan, not without a plan.”
Zhuge Liang’s eyes narrowed.
The Heavenly Qi he had read contained the words to be determined. I thought it was already done, but it hasn’t even begun.
“Arthur, you’ve got a hell of a talisman. What’s the difference between a nose ring for the nose and an earring for the ear?”
He laughed at the celestial and said to him.
“No, more than that, why do you ask me to do such a troublesome thing?”
“You’re the one who’s bothering me.”
It’s not that such alliances never existed, but there was a reason they quickly disintegrated and disappeared.
“You’re a nuisance. You make me run around.”
“Tsk.”
Heavenly Emperor Zhuge Liang shook his head. At the same time, beside him was the Divine Monk Hui Yan, who was chanting an incantation, and the Southern Palace Mu Bai, who was faintly radiating a blade-like momentum that seemed to be sharpened to a fine edge.
“The Fengyun Branch Sect, to dissolve and unite all the knowledge possessed by Gu Feifang and the Six Great Families.”
“Isn’t that what you already knew?”
“I already knew, of course.”
Jagalzuhu looked at the berserker who was arguing with him.
“But that was only if you were confident that you could win.”
“……what do you mean.”
“Would you have said the same thing if you were going to win, but that’s another matter.”
The winner’s face went blank.
“Does that mean he was so sure he could beat me that he calculated this far in advance?”
“That is impossible to know. But it is certain that his plans have changed over time.”
Zhuge Linghu’s gaze traveled beyond, where Princess Zhu Yingyong and Monkfish Leader Huang Tianhou stood.
“The Huang Family reached out first, and the Grand Duke became the only link between the Huang Family and the Martial Realm. And.”
Heavenly Qi Zhuge Zhu Hu flicked through the Southern Palace’s books.
“But the Grand Duke didn’t stop there, he declared that he could no longer forcibly remove Martial Artists, forcing many to support the Grand Duke and the Southern Palace.”
Don’t think one move ahead, think two, think three.
How can one be certain of the outcome of an action before taking it?
Kwang Seung-ja also looked at Namgung Mu-baek.
“The Southern Palace didn’t plan this, did they?”
“……I don’t know.”
“If you’re just playing games, I don’t have a job.”
The Southern Palace Master shook his head.
“I really don’t know, I’m afraid.”
Under the gazes of Guangxiang and Zhuge Linghu, he made a small gesture of disagreement, but it was the small gesture that was ignored.
“Namuamitabha. I really don’t understand. Malko Shiju, Heavenly Master.”
It was Hye-yeon. Looking at the three of them with half-open eyes, Hye-yeon spoke the first word, and Kwang-seung’s expression crumpled.
“What are you talking about, ……?”
“Otherwise, there’s no reason for the Lord of the Southern Palace to choose you as his vassal.”
The words turned everything upside down.
Zhuge Linghu’s expression softens, and the Southern Palace Master smiles calmly, a look of exultation filling the expression on Guangxiang’s face.
“What’s the matter, you’re just passing off something troublesome.”
“Who sits at the head of a potentially powerful organization called the Martial Alliance is probably one of the most important things, and from what the Southern Palace Lord said, if it was planned by the Southern Palace, it wouldn’t make sense for the Celestial Divine Sword to sit there.”
He’s not wrong. If they were really trying to profit from it, they wouldn’t have publicly stated such a structure.
“Perhaps that shallow bastard is planning something bigger.”
“Is he going to use you as a pawn to do it, Malko?”
“No, he’s been trying to get me to……. What’s wrong with me?”
Kwang Seung frowned and was about to say something.
Jab, jab, jab.
Walking over was the man who had created this division.
“It’s transparency. And strength to protect it.”
The young man, the Grand Duke of the Southern Palace, the one now called the Thunderbolt Sword Lord, stepped between the four of them. The young man stepped into the gap between them, but there was no awkwardness.
It was as if he had found his place.
“You’re going to have to tell me what you’re going to do.”
“You’re surprised.”
“Namuamitabha.”
“…….”
The four looked at Namgung Van, and he shook his head as if he had a lot to say.
“Huang Jia, Gu Feifang, and the Sixth Dynasty. If we don’t all pull together, we’ll be in danger.”
“Danger? What nonsense.”
At his words, I began to recount the story I had shared with Huang Tianhou.
* * *
“You mean the Reversal of Fortune.”
“Nothing has been revealed yet. However, I do know that the Red Turbans, who have been in contact with the Murimen, are up to something. I’ve heard about it through the imperial family’s intelligence network.”
“You mean …… flipping the heavens?”
“Blatant.”
I was repulsed by the idea of reversing the heavens. At the same time, I felt a sense of danger: flipping the heavens could mean that the Huang family was going to create a new sky.
“Hush, hush,” I said, ”they’ve been watching our every move, so we have to be careful.”
“Have you heard any more details?”
The Huang family’s intelligence network can’t be this extensive. Their intelligence network was as good as that of the Xing and Hao Clans, but the Huang Clan was far superior in terms of processing power.
At that, Huang Tianhou glanced at me and sighed.
“I thought I shouldn’t have blurted out the information since it hasn’t been processed yet, but I can’t fool my brother’s eyes.”
“It doesn’t matter, throw me a straw and I’ll listen.”
“I don’t need to cover it up. Maybe you know better than I do.”
The point was this.
Green Forest, the Yangtze River, the Great Wall, the Dead Sea Scrolls, and the Salmac.
The fact that the five apostolic powers had joined forces with Zhu Tiehua, the leader of the Red Army, to form the Reverse Heavenly Council, and that they were on the move, but could not make a full-scale move or offensive until the princess returned to the imperial family.
The white light of the green forest,
the might of the Yangtze,
and the Great Wall,
Galpyeong of the Sapphires,
Salmak’s chart.
If the five absolute masters have joined forces and allied themselves with the current opponent of the Yellow Turbans, I can only assume that they have a plan.
I decided that I had to move forward with my plans.
“It’s just as well. It seems like the time is right for us to form the Martial Alliance.”
“The Martial Alliance? What kind of alliance are you talking about? Ugh.”
“That’s right.”
Huang Tianhou’s gaze swept over me.
“It’s only natural for a man to have such big ambitions once in a while, but it won’t be too late to make a move once you ascend to the head of the Southern Palace Family. Isn’t that a bit hasty, huh?”
“It’s not like that. It’s the rebels, and the Red Army led by Zhu Tiehua. They will show no mercy to those who stand in their way.”
“How do you know?”
“Actually.”
He spoke of the Black Lake. The fact that they’ve come this far in search of the Black Tiger after more than a decade means they’re already on the move.
When I told him that they had traveled all this way to find Black Lake, and that they had already heard about the Salishu in Anhui, his expression changed dramatically.
“……Ouch. We’ll have to move. Ouch.”
“So, big brother.”
“Speak.”
“I have a favor to ask.”
* * *
The expressions on their faces turned grave as they realized that it was a reversal of fortune. The majority of the members of the Sect are the same: they will do anything for their own ends, goals, and profits.
The fact that they formed the Sect and joined forces with Zhu Tiehua suggests that they have some sort of collective purpose.
“What a dirty name.”
“It’s so blatant, it’s as transparent as you are.”
“Stop saying that word transparent.”
The jokes were meant to lighten the mood, but their expressions were just as serious as everyone else’s.
“I hope we don’t move too late.”
“It would be better to inform everyone, Namuamitabha.”
I shifted my gaze to the new monk, Hye-yeon. He opened his mouth as if he hadn’t finished speaking.
“This is not a matter for someone else to take responsibility for, South Palace Shiju. It is not.”
I nodded. He wasn’t wrong at all.
“It is necessary to convince them, but not now.”
“Not now, what do you mean?”
“Do you know why I’ve made such a public declaration about the Martial Blind?”
“……!”
The pupils of Xinxiang Hyeyeon, and then the Heavenly Qi, Jie Gal Zhu Hu, widen. They realized what I was saying.
“No way.”
“You don’t mean you……!”
“Yes.”
I snapped, my eyes shining.
“Flipping the sky.”
His eyes held a trace of hot, sticky energy.
“Those who dare to lend legitimacy to my own actions need to be punished.”
So I had already made my move. After speaking with Huang Tianhou, I said.
“It hasn’t been formed yet, but after this time, there will be a Martial Saint Alliance that is recognized by all, and it will be.”
Jab, jab, jab.
Three people appeared behind me.
The Iron Blood Sword King, An Baek, the Ho Tie Sword King, and the Specialized Killer, Black Ho.
Having already heard my story, their expressions were determined.
At the same time, the Bai Xiaobai Sword Nangongxue appeared, followed by a large number of martial artists from the Southern Palace Sect of the Fang Clan, and dozens of Bing Tian Swordmen along with Bing Tian Sword Bu Ping.
Kang Wumen and Dong Hui, the two of them had brought with them more than fifty martial artists from each of Anhui’s armories.
Not only that,
“This one. It’s a big plate. I can’t resist.”
Three men walked out from behind the man who made a loud noise with each clash of fists. It was Wu Hao, the great power, Huang Bo-gyeom, and three others.
The atmosphere was rapidly changing, and the Heavenly Qi and the Divine Monk, as well as the Light Monk and the Southern Palace Master.
They stood up to gather their strength.
* * *
“This is the right path?”
“I have said so many times.”
“How many days have we been toiling here?”
“That’s what lowlifes like us do. It makes you stronger.”
“Holy shit.”
All the while, the bandits are cursing and looking down the canyon.
Bam.
One of their heads explodes.
The bandit who had just cursed is now a headless corpse, falling down the canyon.
“Hiiiit!”
“He’s complaining.”
A hulking, burly man casts a shadow over the bandits’ backs.
“Ah, no. Hmph, Black King!”
“Take a good look.”
Black Woong of the Green Forest.
His fists clenched as he peered down the canyon.
“This will be the moment that marks the beginning of the reversal of fortunes.”