Chapter 146 Knowing Everything

There’s a moment of silence.
Feng Po’s eyes narrowed in a mixture of bewilderment and wonder as he quickly studied the stranger.
One.
He’s shabbily dressed, his face expressionless, a single sword in a scabbard at his waist, and nothing else particularly impressive.
It was definitely weird.
He was obviously a master of stealth, as he was hiding in an old tree not far away, but his energy was near nil.
An empty, intangible prayer.
Unless you’re a superpower, it’s impossible to fake your feelings.
As Feng Fei questioned, Chului Liuhui said nonchalantly.
“I’m not here for business.”
“Does that mean…… is here to see me?”
To Rong Po’s meaningful question, Chulleu Hsin replied with a slight nod of his head.
“Well, it’s more of a networking visit.”
“…….”
Feng Po’s unexpected words amplified the suspicions of the fighter.
“What is this, a background check on me?
One thing I knew for sure was that they didn’t mean any harm.
He must have seen her use the spell with his own two eyes, for he could sense no animosity or killing.
Maybe it’s because he doesn’t show emotion outwardly.
But my intuition tells me that he’s not here to intimidate me.
The way he stands backwards as if he has no intention of swinging his sword is an indirect indication of this.
But don’t let your guard down.
That mysterious young swordsman referred to himself as “old Madhu” as soon as he appeared earlier.
Turo, who has reached a state of semi-retirement and is now in his early fifties and knows the secrets of his past…….
You can’t just let it go.
Even if they don’t have the best of intentions.
“I’m sorry.”
Feng Po stretched out his left hand, afraid to finish his sentence.
An epic intangible keeper of the streets.
The intention was to use the trick of the empty hand to bring the opponent’s body in front of me with great force.
Prepositions, postpositions.
It’s still suspicious, so we decide it’s for the best.
Kuuuuung – Tsk tsk tsk tsk – !
The ground and atmosphere vibrated violently as an invisible force shook them, and a transparent aura exploded out of the new type of iron streamer.
Puff-puff, puff-puff-puff……!
He unleashed an equally magnificent intangible energy, neutralizing Rong Po’s airborne creature once and for all.
“No!
I couldn’t help but gasp in surprise.
The offense you’ve just put up is enough to bring even the best of the best to their knees.
“Huh, is the power of the gods on par with mine?
Although he claimed to be living a quiet life in hiding, unconcerned with the current state of affairs in the Martial Kingdom, he hadn’t realized that such a powerful budding master existed in the area.
The sea of power and the sea of talent is a reminder of what it really means.
Iron Curtain was still on the back foot.
“Don’t exert yourself unnecessarily. If I came here with bad intentions, I’ve already done my job. Don’t you think?”
Ning Po then lowered his left hand in a rather cool manner, his eyes deepening.
I was stumped.
I was reluctant to make a new plan and use my strength to overpower him, because he was only saying indifferent words but not doing anything else.
Well…… I’m a bit annoyed by the ramblings.
In any case, it’s pretty cool that he knows he’s a martial artist and doesn’t have any preconceived notions.
That’s when Chul Ryuhyeon spoke up with a three-letter statement.
“Ye Yunlang, remember?”
At the same time, Meng Po’s expression changed.
‘a…….’
A gleam of surprise flashes in his dark eyes.
Ye Yunlang, a traveling swordsman, is the name of the shop’s first customer, which is still fresh in my memory.
-Hello, customer. I’m running the shop as of today. How long will you be staying?
-Ah, yeah, a little over ten days.
-I see. You’ll be our first and last guest. In fact, we’re planning to close our rooms and sell only dumplings in the future…… Anyway, I’ll make sure you’re comfortable during your stay. Since we’re related, let’s call each other by our first names. My name is Liang Po.
-Ye Unrang. By the way, I didn’t eavesdrop on you earlier, but…… seems like you took over this place for a reason.
-Haha, who doesn’t have a story? Well, I’ll go clean up the kitchen, and if you need anything, feel free to call me.
Yes.
He’s unforgettable.
Not to mention that less than a year had passed since then, and Ye Yunlang hadn’t just stayed as a guest, he’d been attacked by the leader of the Bloodsuckers, who was after his property.
-You’re a great swordsman, that’s some swift swordplay.
-Oh, no, that’s not fair.
-You deserve to be called the Great Duke for slaying a group of evil men who sought to take the lives of others out of greed.
-I apologize for making you smell blood on this night.
-Haha, what do you mean…… It’s okay, I’ll keep this one quiet in the back of my mind.
-Thank you.
‘You met him and heard my story.’
With that thought, Meng Po had another question.
Why did Ye Yunlang reveal to that young man a matter of courtesy that she wanted to keep close to her heart?
You get the idea: trust.
Yes.
Perhaps you didn’t bring it up because you trusted the young man in front of you.
“Ye Yunlang is currently a diner at this door.”
Rong Po shook his head as he listened to Chuliuhon’s words.
‘diners……?
The unexpected continues.
Ye Unrang looked like a wandering swordsman who didn’t belong anywhere.
“Where are your four gates?”
“White House Checkpoints.”
“White House…… checkpoint?”
“Have you heard?”
“It has been reported. It is said that the swordsman called the White Moon Swordsman died, and that his enemy, the Iron Swordsman, suddenly lost his mind during the funeral, collapsed, and became a vegetable…….”
“I know. That’s me.”
Iron Liu Heng’s jaw twitched as he spoke, and Feng Po stared at his face.
“…….”
Is that me? No. Does that mean you’re Chul Ryu-Heon, the subject of a tragic rumor?
“After a long period of being a vegetable, I recovered and was elected as the new Moon’s new Moon Master.”
Meng Po looked puzzled at his unexpected status.
I couldn’t figure it out.
Even if it’s true that Chul Ryuhyeon suddenly and miraculously recovered his body after years of being an unrecognizable vegetable, how do you explain…… that high-powered moodiness?
The Void Substance attack he had unleashed earlier was a power that even a top-tier adept would struggle with.
It’s almost impossible to achieve such rapid growth in such a short period of time that it’s almost impossible to be at the peak of your game.
The Iron Stream read his mind and said.
“It is the influence that has given me the Gift of Heaven. My power.”
“…….”
“Don’t you believe me?”
In response to Chulryuhyeon’s probing questions, Ryu opened up.
“Hmm…… is hard to believe, but I guess it’s not a lie.”
“Because there’s no reason to lie.”
“…….”
“Okay, let’s get to the point. I’ve been expanding my diners one by one as part of my plan for the development of this gate, and that includes you. That’s why I’m here in person.”
That’s when his eyes narrowed.
“So you’ve followed me all the way to Yes?”
“Yes. I was on my way to my original destination, a dumpling shop, when I spotted you outside.”
“Hmmm, that’s quite an impressive skill set, keeping your movements hidden from me…… But wasn’t the White House checkpoint supposed to be a party affair?”
Don’t know I asked if I should have basic manners when dealing with older people.
This means that even the Safavid clan abides by the minimum standards of the law, so it’s hard to understand how someone who belongs to a political party that claims to be for the greater good can be so disrespectful.
Chul’s answer was simple and straightforward.
“Don’t be too hard on yourself,” he said, “I’ve just gotten a kismet, and my Murim allocation is transcendentally high.”
The bullhorn was even more questionable.
“Transcendent Murim Allocation?
I wonder if we’ve even gotten a hold of the progress left by a centuries-old powerhouse…….
Or, perhaps not so coincidentally, Chulleukhim chimes in again.
“Well, maybe a couple hundred years back.”
“……!”
Meng Po’s eyes flicker slightly.
Yes.
That’s not hype.
It’s a gut feeling that comes with years of experience.
“There is no one in the world with a higher allocation than me.”
The feeling that there’s a strong sense of confidence beneath the expressionlessness.
Ning Po felt it, and muttered something to himself.
“You’re an eater…… you’re in the wrong place.”
“Well, I don’t think so.”
“It’s absurd that a body that has mastered a martial art that is not even a martial art at all would be a food source for the Zheng Sect.”
Ironcloud sends you a disinterested glance.
The “what the hell was that for?” look.
With a sigh, Ning Po continued.
“I have no intention of being a guest in the first place, and even if I were to be pressed into service, if word of my magical arts spreads, the Hundred Sword Gate will be criticized by both sides of the court. Are you sure you can handle that?”
Iron Ripple spoke up, gruffly.
“I’ll take care of that.”
He cleared his throat and took a few steps forward.
“Let me ask you a question. Is this pretending to be a demon like this some sort of ritual to reflect on the past?”
Ilshun Fengpo sensed something was amiss and immediately asked.
“What do you mean?”
“What do you think that means?”
“…….”
“I ask you again, does the reason you’re living like this now have anything to do with the bloodbath between Longmu Moon and Gu Ma Meng twenty-one years ago?”
Rong Po’s complexion paled at the same time as Chuliu Hyeon’s question.
“Yeah, how do you do that……!”
I didn’t expect you to mention that incident out of the blue.
What the hell, did they even know who I was?
This can’t happen.
Hana Chul-Ryu-Heon had an answer to the question on his mind right away.
“Yes, I already know everything, your true identity, who you really are, what you really are, the former half-transmuted demon lord.”
“……!”
Meng Po was stunned.
My head was spinning.
How he’s currently in on secrets that no one but him knows…….
The iron streak opened its mouth again and again, as if driving a wedge.
“Neungpo is just a pseudonym I created when I came here, my real name is Galjungheon.”
“You are the replacement…….”
“That’s interesting, nothing else, it’s just a surprise.”
Chul-ryu-hyeon’s naturally virtuous words confounded Gal-joong-heon even more.
“It wasn’t until I came here and saw you that I realized that you weren’t the one who fought Long Mu Wen tooth and nail back then, but your disciple.”
“Ah…….”
“Apparently, you regret what you did, but if you become a guest of this gate, you’ll be able to serve as a martial arts associate without any problems, even if it’s known that you’re a kuma martial artist.”
“……!”
“If the person who is the alter ego of the First Investigator of the Dragon Gate himself declares you acceptable, the other factions won’t be able to throw up in your face.”
With those words, Chu Liuhui rummaged in his bosom and pulled out a crimson jade plaque.
“For, as you can see, I am the Ascended Sword Dragon.”
Gal Zhongheon’s eyes widened until they couldn’t get any bigger.
Shock and awe.
The item in his hand was the Jurong Plate, a divine artifact of the Fatehorn that had defeated him over thirty years ago and ended his dreams of becoming a powerful martial artist.
It’s real…… The real thing appeared.
The Chronicle of the Reincarnated Divine Sword – Chapter 147 (147 of 552)