Chapter 39 Still the Same

The workers, including Tassajah, entered the performance hall in time for the morning assembly.
Their faces were skeletal, with puffy cheeks, bulging cheekbones, and sunken eyes…….
The aftermath of pulling an all-nighter from the night before.
After blacking out last night, I slept through the night until this morning, but the fatigue that had seeped into my body was not going away.
On the other hand, the martial artists who appeared one by one were full of energy.
I should have been exhausted from my first all-night training session, but somehow my eyes were glowing.
There’s one reason for this, and it’s because of the ungi-breakfast before going to sleep.
In other words, it was the culmination of a series of resilient acts that were fueled by the polarization of the White House.
“I feel better than I’ve ever felt in my life. How about you?”
“Me too. I honestly didn’t think I’d wake up this morning.”
“I feel like I’ve overcome some limitations with this all-nighter.”
“Hooray, another reminder of the importance of strength to complement stamina.”
Tasaji, who had been listening to the Mundo’s conversation, balled up his fists.
“Look at that. Don’t you envy him? So from today onward, you must work harder and more diligently. Save even your sleeping hours, so that in the future, you will be recognized by your lord and become a master.”
Then the other ten workers cried out in unison.
Ha! What am I supposed to do with my crazy enthusiasm, just let it go?
Work is all well and good, but a person needs to get some sleep! If not, I’m going to have a wall-breaking tantrum over a crazy horse!
By the way.
On the other hand, he couldn’t deny that his desire to study martial arts was growing, unlike his bandit days.
It was a no-brainer.
We’ve all seen it with our own two eyes.
Strange and bizarre cultivation methods aside, in just a few days, the entire Mundo family has gained twenty years’ worth of internal training and made great strides in the art.
What about the cadre.
The elder Ip Hwan, who had been a semi-divine immortal for eight years, quickly recovered and gained a new realization of the Seven Qi Jiao Yuan, while the only other existing master, General Manager Kao Moo Gak, advanced to the Five Qi Jiao Yuan.
Moreover, the pivotal Gu Yangtian, Gu Yangzi, and Gu Yangyin had also mastered the Bai Xiaochun Spiritual Method, which had remained incomplete, and had risen several levels.
The workers naturally thought.
If Ye Xiu can grit his teeth and receive the teachings of Chu Liuhui, even the dreams of a mighty martial artist will not be far-fetched…….
The current White House checkpoint has all the bells and whistles.
There are treasures of all kinds, elixirs that are hard to come by, and a young genius, Lin Liuhui, who has surpassed the fortunes of his lifetime.
That’s a lot of room for a former bandit to get his foot in the door.
Especially with the unearthly abilities of the Wenzhou Iron Liuhua, the hard laborer’s life seemed worth it.
It’s very likely that you’ll be able to achieve the same feats as those over there once you’re officially initiated.
The workers ate their hearts out with that thought.
Yeah, let’s do it, let’s make it porridge or rice, let’s do it!
Oh…… while you get some sleep.
What’s the point of working if you die of exhaustion?
At that moment, the caterer, Ye Yunlang, appeared in the performance hall and greeted Mundo and the workers.
They don’t know yet.
Ye Yunlang has inherited some of the advances of the greatest power of the Warring States, the Dragon Clan.
As Chul Ryu-Heon introduced yesterday, he is a first-class censor, as good as Ip Hwan and Co.
I didn’t bother to reveal my background.
There was no specific request from Chul Ryu-hyeon, and I didn’t want to draw attention to myself, so I decided to bury the story.
Until you’ve mastered the art of flying swordsmanship, you think you’re just a food source and that’s it.
Gu Yang walked up beside Ye Yun to see when the three brothers showed up.
“Did you sleep well last night?”
Gu Yangtian’s gentle voice caused Ye Yunlang to turn his head and flinch.
“Ugh!
It’s still a threat.
The three Guyang brothers are notorious for their nastiness.
Concurrently.
“Laugh!
Gu Yangtian, Gu Yangzi, and Gu Yangyin also flinched when they saw Ye Yunlang’s face.
I feel like I have to give you a stern example because you look like a man with cancer.
As you can see, they’re not having an easy time adjusting to each other’s appearance.
Gu Yangtian soon coughed and spoke again.
“Hmph, hmph, I apologize for startling you unintentionally. Your respect for the Duke is still timeless. I’ll get used to it.”
Jilsera Ye Yunlang trailed behind and said.
“Hmph! Well, it’s not the end of the world. But even the three noblemen’s zonans still make goblins cry, so I suppose I’ll get used to it.”
And just like that, intangible sparks began to fly between them.
An indifferent voice that sneaks up on you out of nowhere.
“Stop your futile facade and get in line.”
It was the voice of Chul Ryuhyeon on the podium.
When the troupe and Ip Hwan stood behind him, everyone gathered in unison and stood in line.
“Skip headcount reporting.”
Chul Ryuhon spoke briefly, then waved the booklet in his hand.
“This is the real White Book. Starting today, everyone will memorize every phrase in this book.”
They all look at him in bewilderment.
Gu Yangtian, who was at the front of the line, opened his mouth in embarrassment.
“Hey, hey, my lord, you don’t mean to tell me that all salvation is……?”
“Uh, that’s a ‘no way.’ I mean, it includes the end of the day’s three seconds.”
“……!”
Gu Yangchen and the others were stunned.
However, Chul Ryuhyeon said what he had to say, whether it was true or not.
“How about a band that can use the three stanzas of the White Sword at will? Isn’t it thrilling to imagine? That’s what it takes to be an elite swordsman of this gate.”
“……!”
The Mundos were speechless.
I’d never dared to think of a musical dance armed with a three-second sashimi.
It’s a thrill.
If every member of the band is able to cast the three spells at will, they are, to use a slight exaggeration, an invincible organization.
Was this what Chu Liuhui meant by the ‘top-notch swordsman group in the current Martial Realm’ he had mentioned earlier?
“All you have to do is follow my instructions. For the time being, we’re going to spend the morning learning kumite and the afternoon practicing kendo.”
Chu Liuhui then pointed at Ye Yunlang with a gesture of his chin.
“You can go somewhere with me after breakfast.”
“What? Oh, yeah. Okay. So, where are you going?”
“I’ll know when I see it.”
Chulhuen spoke softly, and then disappeared into the distance.
Immediately afterward, the three Guyang brothers rushed toward the podium.
“Elder, Elder, are you sure it’s okay to just reveal the last of Qin Lie’s secrets like this?”
“I think you’d better stop him!”
“Yes, you’re right, it would be awfully embarrassing if this were to leak out!”
Kyo-Moo-Kyuk rather smirked.
“Don’t worry too much. We’ve got a new class that will surpass the old White House.”
The eyes of the Mundos, including the three brothers, widened.
What the heck is that?
This time, Ip-Hwan stood up calmly, a gentle smile on his face.
“Last night, through your hands, some powerful herbs were born that will make the future of this gate even brighter.”
A soundless jolt shook everyone’s head.
‘Oh, my God……!
What, that’s how easy it is to make a vinegar? In just one night? No, that’s not fast enough, is it?
But it’s hard not to believe.
Because I’ve been there, done that.
Meanwhile.
The workers, including Tassajah, were convinced.
Yes, here it is!
I’ve made up my mind!
The only place we will bury our bones is at the White House Gate!
Work like crazy and the opportunity to learn ascension swordsmanship will surely come your way!
Their faces, skeletal from extreme fatigue, were as animated as ever.
A successful Faction First-Class Swordsman from a lowly bandit family.
Tae-Sa-Ja and others were passionate about the dream.
“Come on, come on, let’s go eat and pillage, ugh, no, let’s go to work!”
“Aye, boss, aye, formation!”
* * *
There are two famous tops in Baekbukchemun and the neighboring city of Baekju.
One is the Blue Dog Merchants Association (青犬商團) and the other is the Red Cat Merchants Association (青紅猫商團).
In fact, it’s not an exaggeration to say that the supply chain of procurement of major goods for each shizhen (market street shop) in Baijiu is tightly controlled by the two.
The Blue Dog top, named Blue Dog, was a fairly traditional top that had been around for over fifty years.
Conversely, the Red Cats, also known as the Hongmiao, are an emerging martial arts faction that has risen to prominence in the last decade.
As the saying goes, the two companies had a bitter rivalry, fighting for market share in white liquor.
The names dog and cat were antagonistic from the start, and the land on which they were built was centered on the same road, so it was clear that the rivalry would never end unless one of them went out of business.
Faced with a hundred castles, the iron trail came to a halt near the main gate at the top of one of them.
“Sir, is this your destination?”
Ye Yunlang, who was following along with his bag, stopped dead in his tracks and looked at the large sign above the main gate.
Blueprint.
Chul Ryuhon replied indifferently, his expression unchanged.
“No, it’s just another reminder of something from years ago.”
“Yes?”
“That’s when I got beaten to a pulp by that Danju guy over there.”
“Oh, no…….”
Before he became a Martial Artist, Chuliu Hsin had once visited this place to gather medicinal herbs for Ip Hwan, who had fallen ill, but was driven away with humiliating and degrading words.
He didn’t even know about the Martial Spirit Sword.
One.
Now resurrected in the body of the Iron Stream, his memories had metastasized.
Two years ago.
The canteen was filled to the brim with the best-selling medicines of the day.
As the number of people looking for it steadily increased, they hoarded it to create a shortage and then sold it at a premium.
Money was tighter than ever at the White House, and Cheol Liuhyeon knew it, so he went directly to the top to get just what he needed at the right price.
But all I got back was scorn and cold shoulder…….
-Heh, why should I care about the affairs of the White Gate? This is not the place for a child swordsman from a fallen group to come and bargain. Even if the White Moon Swordsman were to visit, it would make no difference.
-You don’t realize that most of our clients are big moguls and wenchas, do you? The world is a place for the right people, so I’ll say no more, and you can go away.
-Hey, show him out. That’s why I told you not to let anyone from Wumen, who is old and poor, in! Drag…… him out, you won’t get anything out of it, only more trouble. Do you understand?
Words spoken to my face by Choi Tan, the master of the doghouse.
I also remember the whisper I heard just before I walked out the door of the boudoir.
-Dare I say it, where’s the example…….
The iron-streaked Mu Xin Sword muttered low, almost inaudibly, as he recalled the events of that day.
“Debts must be paid.”
Suddenly, the front door to the top of the building slammed open and a group of people walked out.
Four unmanned men with swords at their waists, and a burly man in his fifties wearing a yellow silk robe.
Ye Yunlang recognized it as soon as he saw it.
The fat middle-aged man in the luxurious imperial robe is the owner of the blue dog.
The four sturdy men on the right and left are his vassals and bodyguards.
When Choi Tan, the leader of the Blue Dogs, spotted the iron stream, he stopped in his tracks and opened his eyes wide in surprise.
“Ugh! No, you mean…….”
Meeting his gaze, Chuliu Hyeon spoke bluntly.
“Same old, same old. That ugly top, worse than the three of us.”
Three Brothers Gu Yang, a mysterious victory.