Chapter 76

“……You sure know how to tell a story that would make Lord Tae Sang-no-gun swoon!”
“Sin, I apologize.”
“What are you so afraid of, what everyone already knows.”
The woman understood what Zhang Wenyin was saying and bowed her head deeply.
She understood. She knows that even with all the fuss she’s making, she can’t hide her misdeeds and her punishment.
Only after they’ve shown that they’ve been unable to do anything about it, even with the help of the Southern Palace Family and the fifty Chu Pozos.
“……How arrogant.”
Qing Shui’s calmly-speaking master, Zhang Wenyin, spoke with a tone of exuberance.
“How dare you. You little bird……!”
He sounded like a typical bully.
Yeo Sang slapped her forehead at the sight of him.
This was Zhang Wenyin of Qingcheng.
The great winner.
Widely known not only in Mount Qingsheng but also in the East Road of Jianghu, he was a man who could not bear to see injustice, who was an example to many of his peers, and who, as a Taoist, took responsibility for his karma.
As a result, most people think of him as an empty figure.
In reality.
“If you’re going to scold, scold, if you’re going to apologize, apologize, and show me the way!”
If it’s hot, it’s hot,
If he’s cool, he’s cool.
And vice versa.
If you’re impatient, be impatient.
If you’re in a hurry, you’re in a hurry.
He was such a person. Moreover, the level of the Martial King was also one of those monsters that was rising day by day.
Thus, it was decided that Qing Shui would be accompanied by a full-scale army.
* * *
The shadows under his eyes vanished, and the age spots that the walls of the South Palace had told him about vanished as if they’d been there forever, revealing a glowing complexion.
His muscles, which had been shriveling up, were gradually regaining their shape, and he no longer seemed to struggle to hold his sword.
I was relieved and asked.
“Did you tell me to be careful with my hearing?”
“You must be careful.”
I shook my head at Nan Gongyue’s words. I knew that Qing Shui had joined the Nine Sects, but after dealing with Ye Shang, who was actually Qing Shui’s main pillar, and Ye Gon, who was now excommunicated but had mastered the art to the core, I didn’t think there was anything wrong with one disciple.
But Qing Sheng is not that big.
“Qing Sheng is practically a one-man sect.”
A one-man ……?
At those words, I stared at Nangong Yue with bewilderment.
“Why would I have accepted Ye Gong’s secret service?”
I looked at Nan Gongyue. At that time, Nan Gong Yue was a swordsman with a background in the Southern Palace, and he was a leading figure among the swordsmen. There was no need for him to try too hard against a nameless Qingsheng master.
“There is a monster in Qingcheng.”
“Monsters……?”
“The Sword King must not have told you.”
As I said that, I glanced at the uncle who stood stiffly behind me.
“Nah, I forgot, too. I didn’t realize there was a crazy inspirer.”
Crazy inspiration.
When I looked up, Nan Gongyue turned and smiled. Judging from her reaction, there was probably some truth to it, since she didn’t say no.
“……What kind of human being are you?”
How could the current Qing Sheng Sect, with its long history, be referred to as a one-man sect?
“He’s a good man, so everyone who remembers him will remember him as a good man who knows the way of the party.”
“How could such a man allow someone like him to remain untouched?”
“Because he cares about his brothers and disciples, and he knows the influence he has, so he knew that this man, Ye Gong, would come to his senses.”
“To say the least.”
“I can tell you that with certainty.”
Nangong Yue raised his head and looked me directly in the eye, his gaze more steadfast, stronger, and there was no trace of danger in it now, indicating that he was rapidly absorbing the aura of the Thunder Clan.
“……He is a powerhouse among the top ten Wu Inner Ten Saints in the Middle Yuan Martial Realm.”
The Ten Fingers.
This refers to the ten most powerful people in the Middle Yuan Martial Realm, and it also includes the Namgung Mu Baek in Anhui.
“I’m sure there have been many changes …… in the dark.”
Regret flashed across Nangong Yue’s face as she looked at the Sword King. She thought that if it weren’t for the five-year gap, An Baek, who had the nickname Ironblood Swordsman, would have long since joined the Wu Nan Shi Zone and become a representative of the Faction Clan.
But he didn’t seem to care about that.
“He’s such a giant that he won’t be swayed by such a change.”
“That’s …… unusual.”
The fact that there was one in the Qingsheng Sect was surprising, and the fact that the name Qingsheng and everything in Qingsheng was controlled by one person was also new to me.
But you can’t cover the sky with your palm,
people like him will continue to arise.
As long as his mindset is one that he carries with him regardless of his level of martial arts mastery.
“A berserker.”
I was intrigued.
For the first time in my life, I would see someone worthy of the title of Wu Nan Shizhizhon. Away from the family, in another place.
The Southern Palace Road in Shandong.
In the seventy-seven mansions of the Green Forest.
Huang Tianhou, the leader of the Monkfish Clan.
Huang Bo Gyeom of the Huang Bo family and others.
Han Tae-moon in the North Sea, and many others.
And even if I recalled the countless connections in my previous lives, I had never met Wu Nai Shixiong, so my heart leaped.
Pounding, pounding.
* * * *
“What are you doing?”
“……You mean the Grand Duke.”
“Qing Sheng.”
“Ah, Cheongsung……. It is said that the Great Master himself has come down from Mount Chengsheng with some of his disciples. It’s been about four days, so it should only take them two days to reach Anhui.”
“Go ahead …… and prepare them already. Take the iron sword and thunder sword squads.”
“Already.”
“You never know what they’re thinking. Maybe they’ve already taken over…….”
Kwao!
The sound was so loud that it could be heard even in the Namgung family’s residence, and even in Jia Zhu’s office.
Yun Kang’s pupils widened as he reported to Jia Zhu and the Southern Palace Master.
There’s no way the noise could have reached this far without an attack!
While he was thinking about it, he saw the motionless Namgung Mu Baek sigh, and Yun Gang realized that it couldn’t be.
“……No way.”
“That’s right.”
“I’ll have the Iron Sword and Thunder Sword ready.”
“That’s it. I’ll go myself.”
Yun Gang followed the Southern Palace Master as he strode away, still somewhat surprised, for, judging by his reaction, he was an unusual figure.
Yun Kang’s mouth dropped open as he realized the source of the thunderous roar.
Amongst the hundred or so swordsmen within the Southern Palace’s Thunder Sword Squad, a squad composed purely of those with the highest level of martial power aside from the imperial family, there was a Daoist flapping his sleeves, revealing his teeth.
Even though he must have already sensed the approach of the Southern Palace’s Mu Bai, Dao Yin steadied himself and mocked the majesty of the Southern Palace, flapping his sleeves in an empty stance, a sharp mischief in his eyes.
Pow! Pow! Pow!
It’s a strange-looking movement. With a relaxed expression, he lightly presses the hilt of his sword, beats his chest with his shoulder, and his gait is never hurried, as if he has found peace in the midst of the rushing swords.
With a mere outstretched hand, he blocked the sharp tip of the sword that the Thunder Sword Squad’s swordsman shot out, and as if by mesmerization, the sword slipped out of the swordsman’s hand and into Taoist’s hand.
Curiously, the swords of the swordsmen he faced while holding the sword bounced back, and before he knew it, the sword was outstretched.
Not so smooth as a shaman’s taijutsu.
Not so swift as the shaman’s tai chi.
Not so colorful as the plum blossoms of a volcano.
Nor is it so heavy as to speak of the common good.
The sword he stretched out seemed to have some mysterious principle, and its repelling and attracting powers were so strange that the swords of the swordsmen of the Thunder Sword Squad seemed to be helpless and teased to and fro.
When he couldn’t watch it anymore, he saw Namgung Mu Bai step forward to take Yun Gang’s place.
“Brother Nan Gong, you’re finally here!”
As if he hadn’t seen her before, he flashed a smile and dropped the sword on the ground, causing Nan Gong Mu Bai to turn his face upside down.
“Who is your brother?”
The answer revealed Yun Gang’s first look of surprise. It had been a long time since she had served him, and it had been a long time since she had seen him answer with the same emotion as me.
And to think that she’s in a relationship with a Taoist, and with a master who’s in the top ten.
“Hehe, you’re still so impatient. You’ve traveled a long way, and you’re not going to let me in.”
At these words, Nan Gong Mubai sighed heavily. Just as he was about to speak.
“I thought I was supposed to serve the guests of Qingcheng, Jia Zhu.”
Someone stepped forward.
* * *
“Hehehehehe!”
Seeing the father and son, who looked exactly alike, Guangxuan couldn’t help but burst out laughing. Just seeing the frown on his face was enough to make him feel relieved, but the appearance of the person who had brought him to this point couldn’t have been any sweeter.
That was because the expression on his face was quite something to behold. Of course, even that expression disappeared in an instant.
“……I am the Grand Duke of the Southern Palace, the Southern Palace Ban.”
“I can see through the charade.”
You can’t hide it, you can’t hide it, and you can’t not know it.
He looked like the younger version of the Grand Duke of the Southern Palace, that’s all.
Standing behind the young man were two young men of about the same age, probably the next Confucius.
“You’re doing well with your farming, Mr. Namgung.”
At times like this, I felt very envious.
If I had practiced proper farming before I started studying the Tao, my sons would have grown up to be like me.
While he was thinking about it,
“It’s called “dissolving the ties.”
The young man’s voice shattered his thoughts, and for the first time, Kwangseung’s face stiffened.
At the young man’s beck and call, he jumped onto the approaching cart,
The familiar figure of In-young, who looked as if he hadn’t even gotten a bowl of blood porridge, stared back at him with a puzzled expression.
It was the woman he knew. The one he’d known, the one he’d been a student of.
“Have you come to apologize?”
The voice of the young man who kept breaking through his thoughts made him smile.
Mu Liangsu Buddha.