Chapter 157 It’s About Time

Chapter 157 It's About Time

“Hmmm.
A light suddenly dawns on Quilan’s face as his eyes widen.
Curiosity.
It was a natural reaction.
I’ve been looking at that lonely abandoned house deep in the mountains for nearly a decade, but I’ve never seen it as popular as I did today.
It was in the woods, quite a distance from the Master’s longtime hideout, Mount Kunmun.
Choi Ran, a hunter, often came here, and whenever it was stormy or he needed a break, he would stay in the abandoned house.
It was the same situation now.
He had finished his martial arts training earlier in the day and was hungry, so he went out to hunt for food to sustain him for the next few days.
However, I didn’t expect to detect an unexpected spike.
Probably not a hunter.
The area around Gunmun Mountain, which is made up of primeval forests, is extremely rugged and home to a large number of wild beasts, making it a backcountry where no one wants to set foot.
Suddenly, the words of my mentor, Sifu, echoed in my head.
-There will be some people who venture into the mountains around Gunmunsan, but do not make unnecessary contact. Unexpected encounters in the mountains are more dangerous, so …… especially those in groups should be especially careful. The mountains are everywhere in this land, and it would not be a good thing for them to come all the way up here to meet, for they are likely to be planning something that should be hidden from the eyes of the world.
It was not long after I had become a formal disciple of the Sect that I heard those words.
‘Back then, my martial arts were immature, but now I’ve reached a first-class level just by studying Jingxin…….’
I’d estimate the distance to be about five sheets.
I’m sure I can figure something out after a dozen or so more approaches with my honed skills.
But.
He shook his head and smirked to himself.
‘Hoot. I can’t help but wonder…… listen to the grown-ups.’
Yeah, because you can stir up a hornet’s nest if you get it wrong.
It’s probably best to just pretend not to notice and walk away.
Qu Lan, who had to suppress his curiosity, turned the new sentence around as best he could.
Right then.
DullGrub->DullGrub
The window of the old house beyond creaked open and a figure stuck its neck out.
Concurrently.
Sassat.
Qu’ran crouched down in the bushes and squinted at them.
Not a big deal.
A ripple rippled across Qu Lan’s eyes.
‘……!’
Suddenly, the blood in your body heats up and rushes backwards.
The figure peering out the window was Mudouan Gongmi.
Thrill.
Her heartbeat quickening, she bit down hard on her lip, trying to control her breathing as best she could to keep from giving away her condition.
The faded window closes again.
DullGrub->DullGrub
He lets out a long breath, his eyes flashing like sharpened blades.
Anger.
Salsim swirls in a cool glow.
A long scar on his back, hidden by his clothes…… the figure who gave it to him appeared here.
Enemies who killed your parents in the past.
Taste.
I never thought I’d see that face again, the one I’ve never forgotten.
-Go, I’ll give you everything I have…… please only my daughter…… big!
-Kaaaaaak! Honey……!
Nightmarish memories.
That’s when it all came back to him.
His parents were small-town merchants, and one day they made a big deal that gave them enough money to take an extended break and start traveling as a family.
He was enjoying himself, exploring some of the area’s most scenic spots, when he came across a remote forest path and was defecated on by a vicious romantic.
The identity of the Beast of Manners was Mudouan Gongmi.
The reason was simple.
Looting.
He was willing to kill to take someone else’s money.
Gong Mi even slashed the back of Quan Lan, who was only ten years old, deeply to destroy evidence in case the Guan family tracked him down later.
One.
Perhaps the heavens were watching over him, but after a few moments, Qu Lan miraculously regained consciousness, hugging his parents, who were now cold, dead bodies, and crying and crying.
It was a grief too great for her small, young body to bear.
Fate is a strange thing.
One day, while out for a long walk to enjoy the freedom of his hermitage, he stumbled upon the scene and was so moved by the pity that he consummated a priestly marriage.
From that day forward, Qu Lan practiced martial arts and vowed revenge.
‘I saw it then, the star carved into your blade…….’
Yes, it’s unforgettable.
Moudoan.
An asterisk proudly engraved on the tip of the blade of a yew leaf sword.
He had been literate since childhood, so he read it right away.
I got lucky.
At the time, Gummi thought she was dead and didn’t care, taking the money and running away.
Tight-!
Zulan gripped the hilt of his sword hard at the side of his waist.
This is a killing sword, not a training wooden sword.
I always carry this knife when hunting beasts.
To gain practical experience with the permission of the Master.
But…… has changed targets today.
As a person.
Think of it as a hunt of sorts.
The rough outline of what we just witnessed was clearly a Moo Doan gourmet.
I immediately recognized the look.
He had planned to take revenge on Qixil’s martial arts master with overwhelming defeat, but when he saw his face, his revenge was like lava, and he couldn’t bear it.
Even the most level-headed adept would find it difficult to maintain their composure when confronted with the sight of an unstoppable beast.
“Master, I think it’s finally…… time!
* * *
“But who might have followed?”
Ganymede shrugged, closing the window and turning away at the sound of the Black Poet’s gravelly voice.
“You have to be careful.”
Black Poet nodded, then glanced at Black Myriad, who was standing off to the side.
“Why, are you surprised I’m here?”
Black Poet replied to Naraehyang’s cold question.
“Not at all…… I was expecting you to show up, as I’ve been tipped off that you’ve been in need of some cash lately.”
“Don’t get all cocky. If you do, I’ll chop your body into pieces and throw it to the pigs.”
The gummi, stone pencil, and others on the sidelines looked fed up.
The Black Poet didn’t seem to mind, though, and rummaged around in his bosom, pulling out several pieces of paper.
“This is a dragon’s breath, just note it.”
Tang Wulong took the paper and smiled.
“Hmm, I’m not sure what’s going on here, but isn’t…… a target that you’re supposed to kill and get rid of anyway?”
What he meant was, I’ll take care of that for you, so why don’t you give me a little more money on top of what I already have.
“It’s not a simple mission.”
“C’mon, you want me to stop talking and just find it? This doesn’t sound like work to me…….”
“He’s not too hard to kill, it’s just a hassle to find him. At first we wanted to do it ourselves, but to speed things up we’ve decided to hire someone else, so do your best.”
“Anyway, okay.”
Just as Tang Mugai was about to shake his head, Naraehyang opened his mouth.
“Uri…… I’m curious. What kind of group is this?”
“Don’t ask unnecessary questions.”
“I’m curious, what would you do if I tried to force myself to find out?”
Naraehyang’s unpredictable demeanor quickly froze the atmosphere in the room.
Tangmugae, Gomi, and the rest of the gang.
“Hoohoo. Well, maybe…… won’t be safe.”
Black Poet replied leisurely, and Narae Hyang gave him a meaningful glance and a thin smile.
“Ho-ho, you trust me enough to not be scared of me. Okay, enough of that, tell me what you’re looking for…….”
“Sure.”
Black Poet replied, unfolding a diagram to explain.
“We expect it to be hiding quietly somewhere in the mountains between these three cities, here, here, and here, but…… we’re willing to expand our search a bit if we don’t find some sort of clue.”
Tang Mugai, who had been watching the map, asked.
“Hey, but aren’t you exploring Wuyang and its neighborhood?”
“Don’t worry about it, our people are already acting covertly.”
“Ah, I see. But you know what? Rumor has it that the Angelic Chamber was recently destroyed in a raid led by Wuyang’s sage. I heard about it when I came here.”
“Because?”
“Don’t do anything that’s going to get you in trouble with his family, or you’ll be in trouble.”
“Are you mute, or are you afraid of the spectator?”
“Pair, shut up, who’s afraid!”
Tang Wuliang’s eyes widened, and Black Poet waved his hand in a dismissive gesture.
“The dynamics of the Guan family aren’t much of a threat anyway. Our people are good at covering their tracks.”
At that moment, the sleeping Sunblack Wet Yeo gently asked.
“Well, but what if…… an unexpected martial master intervenes, or a traitor comes out of the ranks……?”
Gyumri’s neighbor quickly chimed in with a question.
“Is there a reward for handling that?”
Then the black-eyed poet nodded slightly.
“Whatever. If that happens in the future, I’m going to pay the person who handles…… the equivalent of what I paid you today. How about that, are you happy?”
Naraehyang laughs when he hears that.
“Woohoo. I liked it.”
The smiling black man opens his mouth.
“It won’t be the only one, and the first person to find it will also receive a very large reward.”
A motivated Tang Mogae fired up.
“Kahahahaha, kahahahaha! Hey……, that’s a great catch. Looks like we’re going to have some stiff competition.”
The black poet who fixed Jilip was sentenced to a new sentence.
“The primary time period is three days. Gather in the courtyard of the Zhongmun Mountain Temple, southwest of Baizhou, and we will hear the progress of the affairs.”
With that, the group parted ways and walked off in different directions as soon as Lung stepped outside.
Immediately after.
Hiding in the bushes and sharpening his vengeful blade, Qu Lan took a secluded mountain path with a few moments to spare and stealthily followed in the wake of the missing gourd.
Meanwhile.
Walking alone along the shadowy path, the black mystic Narae Hyang tugged at the corner of her mouth.
“Hmph, you can’t fool me. A former Mado clan member entering a powerful clan to investigate the whereabouts of an old man? I’ll have to find out what it is, because it sounds like a very big deal.”
* * *
Haze within White House Checkpoint.
In the warm sunshine, Ip Hwan, Co-Mu Gak, and others gathered there to practice.
Doo-doo-doo-doo…… Doo-doo-doo-doo……
Suddenly, a series of loud blasts sound off in the distance beyond the White House gates.
The hoofbeats of the new winds shake the ground.
“Ah, he’s finally here!”
Hearing the messenger’s short shout, Namgung Sanglin and Haeyeon stared expectantly at the front door.
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo!
Then, with a rapidly approaching sound, a gust of fresh air leaped lightly over the roof of the main entrance and landed with a thud on one side of the stage.
Immediately after.
Chulleuhyun gestured to Galjungheon at his back and said, “I’m not sure what you’re talking about.
“Say hello. I’m a diner from the Mado Murim.”
At that time, Gal Zhongxuan noticed the three Guyang brothers standing nearby and had a big question.
“Oh my god, there are already three minions in the room besides me……?
Chu Liuhon muttered to himself as he considered the implications.
“Hmmm, just looking at those three makes everyone cringe, so why don’t we teach them real martial arts?
Yeah, well, why not?
The Chronicle of the Reincarnated Divine Sword – Chapter 158 (158 of 552)