Chapter 215 Anyone Like That

Chapter 215 Anyone Like That?

Kooky-!
The sound of hooves pounding the ground.
Landing on the flat ground where the trail began, Shinpung’s ears flicked lazily.
It’s a sign of good mood.
Meanwhile, Gal Joong-heon, Hae-yeon Ha, and Namgung Sang-lin, who were closely packed together in a line behind Chul Ryu-hyun’s seated saddle, each had a look of surprise on their faces.
This is because I didn’t feel any impact when I landed hard on the ground.
No.
It’s been that way since the beginning.
Normally, I’d have to strain my whole body to hold on, but I felt ridiculously relaxed while jumping through the air.
It’s like sitting in a chair that doesn’t wobble.
One reason.
Thanks to the pure white fog that now enveloped them.
This means that the energy emitted by the new wind is completely insulated from external influences such as wind pressure and vibration.
A sheep seated at an intangible boudoir table.
Gal Zhongheon, tongue in cheek, chuckled quietly.
“Hoot. That’s good. I never thought I’d feel so comfortable…….”
It’s not just the power, it’s the weirdness of it all.
Nangong Shanglin nodded in agreement.
“It’ll be less painful in the future.”
I used to get motion sickness every time I got on his back, and it would make me throw up.
Hae-yeon, however, is not pleased.
“Ooooh, something’s not quite right, it’s just bouncing around and the wind is whipping past my cheeks and I can’t taste the burn until it’s gone…….”
Namgung Sanglin shoots him a glare right in the back of the head.
No! I hate it! Please don’t say that!
That’s when the iron stream in front of him stretched his arm out to the side.
Concurrently.
Ddddddd……
A dead tree in the direction of your outstretched arm vibrated and made a sound.
Sensitivity to intangible energies.
And so, the Heavenly and Dharma-orchestrated Qin Zhen moved again.
Same, same……
The whitish mist and cliffs to the side disappear.
Woof-oof
With a sound similar to a thunderclap, the rock-filled area became transparent, wriggling and shifting, transforming into a primeval forest.
A perfectly hidden and secretive space.
But it didn’t end there.
The Iron Streamer unleashes intangible energy into the void.
Ddddddd……
The old tree vibrated again.
One amazing change after another.
Countless rays of light emanated from each branch like unraveling threads.
The group gasped when they saw it.
The rays of light mixed with black and yellow, for they were the air currents symbolizing Heaven and Dharma.
The force of the iron stream had somehow drawn it out.
“If I put another layer on it, no one will find it.”
With those words, the hand of the Iron Ripple moves upward.
Tzitzit, tzitzit, tzitzit……
Swarms of light shot up along the face of the cliff, spreading out in a swarm.
Soon, the group was in awe.
The glow that covered the cliffs turned to vines in the blink of an eye.
As if it had grown lush over the long, long years.
The scenery was so exquisite that it blended in with the virgin forest.
Nangong Shanglin asked, her eyes wide with wonder.
“Lord Iron Gate, it seems to be more than just an illusion…… What kind of tricks are you pulling?”
Withdrawing his hand, the iron streak spoke briefly.
“If anyone touches it, the cliff will collapse.”
“Oh…… that’s amazing.”
“Just in case. It won’t be easy to even find the tree, but you never know.”
Sitting in the back of the room, Gal Jung-heon suddenly remembered what he had heard earlier.
-Bi Station, one of the five places where the Breath of the Heavenly Horse lives on.
But does that mean they know the other four locations?
For some reason, it seems like it.
Yes, he, too, has come to know it by the revelations of the Cave of Omniscience.
It’s a coincidental reference to the Iron Curtain.
“I’m going to visit the rest of the Heavenly Steeds. And there’s one I need to meet.”
Hae-yeon was confused.
“Meet? Who?”
“The last old man to use solitude.”
Gal Zhongheon’s eyes widened as he was afraid to let Chuliuhon finish.
“Maybe…….”
“Uh, yeah, the asterisk that’s on your mind right now.”
“Huh, you mean he’s still alive?”
“Maybe.”
Chul Ryuhon shrugs, much to Galjungheon’s repeated amazement.
“Oh, come on, are you a derailment doctor?”
Haeyeon asked in a pointed voice, and Namgung Sanglin also spoke up.
“Oh my God, is that really him?”
The Deviant Killer was once a solitary figure who fled into hiding from the mighty Murimachi army.
His original nickname was the Living Sword Physician because of his mastery of the sword and his exceptional medical skills.
However, one day, he began to indulge in various poisonous arts, and later studied the taboo of solitude, causing him to lose his dignity and reputation.
When he was known as the Living Swordsman, he was a member of the Thirty-Three Greatest Swordsmen, the next best thing to the Ascended Sword Dragon Fahon.
However, after he became a public servant of the Murim, he was called a deviant and fell out of favor.
The last time it was completely extinct was over forty years ago.
At the time, he was roughly sixty years old.
If he’s still alive today, he’s over a hundred years old.
When he was a martial artist, he learned of the lair of the Deviants through his master, Fahon.
“I wonder if the old man knows something about the solitude we saw today.”
In response to Chuliu Hsin’s sarcasm, Namgung Sanglin asked again.
“Was it one of the secret stations of the Heavenly Horse at that time, where the Deviants hid themselves?”
“Yes, according to the Ascended Sword Dragon’s journal.”
“Hmmm. That’s interesting.”
Namgung Sanglin’s face lit up with anticipation.
I have no choice but to…… If the solitude-savvy deviant is still alive, he might have a lead on the group that destroyed my family.
An indifferent voice tapping lightly on the eardrums.
“Arthur, don’t get your hopes up already.”
Chu Liuhui’s words made Nan Gongsanglin smile.
“Yes, Mr. Iron Gate. I see what you mean.”
Big expectations mean big disappointments.
“I’ll have to go there to find out if it’s alive or dead, and if it’s dead, I can’t help it.”
Chul Ryu-Heon was convinced otherwise.
‘Hmph. There’s no way he’s dead already, he’s consumed so many health elixirs.”
I don’t know, but I’ll live to be a hundred and fifty.
Chulhuen, holding the reins, stood up, his face impassive.
“Whatever, I’ve got this. For now, just think about your priority target, the Sun Moon Cult.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
The diners responded in unison.
Poof.
A gust of fresh wind pounded the ground as soon as Chulleuhyun signaled his departure with a light footstep.
Boom!
They soar upward in a ball of pure white light.
As Xin Feng was flying through the air, striking dozens of cards, he thought of Tianma, the first wielder of the Martial Divine Sword.
“He was a pretty honest guy.
As with anything, there’s a fine line.
The dignity of the tianma was lost in the midst of the defeat.
There was no deceit in the display of power.
In other words, he did it all through pure brute force.
Conspiracy? Scheme?
I didn’t even deal with that.
It may be brutal in the hands.
He shunned trickery, deception, and maneuvering as a disgrace to the honorable ruler.
He was a man who didn’t shy away from confrontation.
He rose to the top as the progenitor of the Manma and the loser of the Murim.
Since the reign of the Heavenly Demon, Mado has gradually practiced all manner of evil deeds.
Unlike the actions of the Heavenly Horse, which was based on pure brute force…….
The head priest of the Japanese Buddhist religion is a prime example.
It is not the path of the subdued and dignified, but the path of the vicious and devious.
He’s trying to swallow up the mighty Murim with a single trick.
“Then I’ll teach you what it was like to be a thousand horses back then.
Surrounded by a pure white azure cloud, Chulhuen stared out at the night sky and smiled slightly.
* * *
A pavilion in the Valley of the Deep.
It was a dark night, but it was very bright inside with big lights.
At the table in his boudoir, an eighty-year-old man is perusing various books.
He was a strange figure of prayer, all white, including his hair, beard, and clothing.
“after…….”
It’s like the sighs you exhale are tinged with worry.
It’s not that he’s not, but his expression is heavy and dark.
The large room was quite cluttered.
All sorts of strange tools, crown jewels, tools, medicines, and poisons were strewn about in all three directions except the gate.
Maybe it’s a place to experiment with something.
The old man, who had been reading a book in his boudoir, pulled out an odd notice, unfolded it, grabbed a quill, and began to scribble incoherent words accompanied by unintelligible pictures.
Then.
“Pair!”
He curses loudly and crumples the paper.
“This isn’t it, damn it!”
The old man, grumbling nervously, suddenly looked toward the door.
Then.
Sigh.
With a soft sound, a figure opens the faded door and enters.
She was an old woman with graying hair, like an old man.
“You’re a very foul-mouthed person, and you’ve got a temper…… hole in your head.”
The old man’s eyes widened and he shouted as the ink-colored robed woman laughed mockingly.
“Pair, I’ll do it because there’s no other way, you old hag!”
“You’re such a dick. What a way to talk to someone ten years older than you. I think he’s some kind of deranged freak.”
“Oh, my dear, dear, dear, dear, let me carry you, why, do you want to hear this?”
I did.
The old man and old woman were Bo Wei and Song Shan, the former Martial King of the Thirty-Three Great Houses.
“Hallelujah, that’s nice to hear. Try not to talk so high in the future.”
“That’s ridiculous, we’re all getting old together, who cares about ups and downs, we’re just friends!”
“A friend? A guy who’s not even worthy of a social…….”
“Kick ass, get out of here, can’t you see I’m working day and night on that damn drug?”
Song Shan’s eyes sank deeply in silence as the Deranged Beast’s Bo He repeated his words.
“I just wanted to let you know that the kid’s letter arrived earlier.”
At the same time, Bohe’s complexion changed.
“……!”
The “that child” Song Shan had just mentioned was none other than his disciple, the black mystic Myohui Naraehang.
“Sister, what did it say?”
Bohe’s tone changed to a lie.
“To sum it up in one line, …… said it was the birth of Massé.”
“Large…….”
Bohe bit his parched lips as he let out a muffled sound.
‘The dawn of Mase. Is it a sign of the arrival of a full-scale turbulence? The super human ring is still unfinished…….’
Then Song San said with a meaningful look.
“Bo brother, I’m sorry to keep telling you this, but…… I want you to use the heavenly magic power trapped in this place to complete the super human ring as soon as possible, because I think the thing we’re worried about is about to start.”
Shaking his head, Bohe took the words seriously.
“It’s okay, sister. You have nothing to be sorry for. I’ll try harder.”
He sighed again and muttered to himself.
“Hoooo…… some rookie with a free hand with an allegorical lantern swoops in and helps.”