Chapter 7 Bo Sword

Dull- -Dull
The door to the warehouse opened and a man stepped inside.
Eul’s head lifted silently and he stared straight ahead.
It was Bai Shoukai, the governor of Wenzhong, who appeared.
I can smell the sweat in my nostrils.
He must have practiced some sort of intense discipline with his masters.
Naji asked, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow.
“Is it tolerable?”
“Huh, as you can see, it’s breathing. Should I thank you?”
Eunsaik was so sarcastic, the troupe frowned.
“You are lucky to have escaped with your life. If your dastardly deeds had been linked to the death of Lord Moon, I would have slit your throat myself…….”
With those words, Gyeomukguk stepped forward and held out a raisin.
“What a touching act of compassion, giving a man who betrayed his master a little something to eat.”
The sneering Eunuch chewed on a raisin, spat it out, and twitched his mouth.
“Why don’t you just stop stalling and make a decision, excommunication or whatever, and I’m not going to ask for forgiveness anymore.”
“I have no intention of forgiving you either. So be quiet and wait for the rumor lord’s disposition.”
“I’m just doing my little master’s bidding, isn’t that it? Let’s be honest with each other. You’re skeptical, too, aren’t you, about the future of this inquiry?”
“…….”
“What’s going to change if Chul Ryu-hyeon becomes the new lord? The status quo will be hard to maintain.”
“What do you want to say?”
“This door can only get better, depending on your decision to join me. Join hands with me, and everything will change.”
“Does the aid of the angel room mean that the main gate has a golden opportunity for revival?”
“Yes, it is. It’s foolish to take the hard way when there’s an easy way. It’s not too late to call the angel chambers, and the oyster ark will take care of the rest.”
Eulsaek’s words were tongue-in-cheek, as if he was afraid to finish.
“Chisel, you’re ugly.”
“What……?”
“In exchange for handing over the Great White Sword, the great legacy of our founding lord and the foundation of this door, how long do you think it will last? Every uninitiated person is bound to have setbacks and trials. In fact, life itself is a constant struggle between hope and reality.”
“So?”
“I am prepared to face any challenge head-on, for that is the way of the fathers before me and the spirit of the late master.”
“Are you sure you won’t regret it, even if the end of this road is a closed door?”
“You don’t know anything until you go all the way.”
Nodding firmly, the collaborator turned toward the door.
Eunsahi asked him behind his back.
“Why hasn’t that ironclad guy shown his nose in days?”
“It’s none of your business.”
“He’s nothing special to begin with, so I don’t know what you’re expecting me to do with all my loyalty.”
The paused troupe tilted their heads back slightly.
“Because you’re not one of them in the first place. Do you know what that crucial difference is?”
“Tell me about it.”
“In the face of hopelessness, you chose flight and complacency, but Lord Ximen chose challenge and adventure. Just like you did in life.”
“Nonsense, the decisive difference between me and him is cleverness and stupidity!”
“Are you smart? How did you end up like that?”
“…….”
“You should be ashamed of yourself.”
The poke in the eye, the collaborative theater just shut the door and disappeared.
Immediately after.
Eunuch’s parched lips drew an unpleasant arc.
Scoff.
His eyes flashed, and his chilling smile became more pronounced.
‘Hoo-hoo, I knew you’d refuse my offer; it would be very miserable for you, by the word of his loyalty; if he moves, this door will be the end of the world, so I’ll live and…… all of you will die.’
* * *
Wuyang in northern Hunan province.
The medium-sized city has traditionally favored the opposition, and the situation has intensified in recent days.
The distribution of wealth is naturally lopsided.
Currently, the main food market in the city center is controlled by the Sapa party, which is nearly sixty percent of the city’s total, so the mainstream party has always been in the background.
In particular, the angel room, called the “snake den,” was the richest of the Wuyang mansions, dominating the four halves of the backstreet commercial district, which was densely populated with entertainment venues such as Yuyue and Qilu.
On one of the streets near the biggest downtown area, there is a place called Hongumaru.
The most famous giru among people with four limbs was the one that belonged to Angel Bang.
In fact, it was so untouched at all hours of the day and night, except when they were trying to evade the coffin’s patrols, that the Ark was treated like a treasure.
In other words, the Hong Yin Lu was a key source of income for the current angel room.
Around midday (1:00 PM).
chalarak
The curtain at the entrance to Hong Yin Lu was pulled aside, and a man in his thirties, dressed in ash-colored robes, entered.
He was marked by a thin, sword-like scar that ran from the tip of his left eyebrow to the bottom of his cheek, marking him as a wielder of the Heavenly Ark Poisonous Sword.
As a sign of his status, the long scabbard is intricately engraved with a small silver snake.
A few painted spearmen greeted him, but he brushed them off and continued up the stairs.
Soon he reached the top, the fifth floor, and stepped into a large room.
The room was decorated entirely in red and was reserved for the heads of the angelic chambers and select guests.
Not far ahead.
You see a middle-aged man leaning back in a red upholstered chair.
A swordsman in his mid-forties, dressed in a robe embroidered with a large white snake, with a bamboo-like build and thin, piercing eyes.
It was Gulmahun, the white four-headed sword of the Ark of the Angels.
Venomous Blade immediately went to the spot and bowed politely.
“Ark, I report to you.”
“Well, how did it go?”
“It went off without a hitch, and from the looks on the bureaucrats’ faces, they seemed to appreciate what we had in store for them.”
“Information?”
“The official crackdown, led by the newly appointed Hyun Seung, is said to be three days away, and of course Hong Yin Lu is exempt from censorship as before.”
It was the work of a bunch of managers who took a steady stream of angelic money.
Gulmahun smirked as he emptied his glass of liquor.
“Hoot, this is why connections are so important. Laws are worthless where money is concerned. By the way, is he still out of touch?”
“Yes, Ark. This is the fifth day.”
Gulmahun jumped to his feet at the sound of Geumjaji’s concern.
“It’s time to go.”
“Do you consider yourself to have been wronged?”
“Nine times out of ten.”
“Then start with reconnaissance…….”
“No.”
Gulmahun cut him off and shot him a frosty glare.
Then mutter something low.
“Fast and furious.”
“So…… is ultimately a killing machine?”
“If the deeds of the Eternal Enemy have been discovered, is it not best to kill them all and silence them?”
He nodded and said, “I’ll tell you what.
“Yes, you’re right. Since you’ve recently gained a rank equivalent to the White Blade, I think it would be a wise hand to discard it.”
“No matter what, if I can study the essence of that secret weapon and make it my own, I can become the best in Hunan Province in the future.”
“You will.”
“The White House’s next move is as obvious as fire. They can’t do anything about this room right now, so they’re going to look for outside help. They’re probably thinking about it right now, so …… we need to hit them in the face and destroy all evidence.”
When Gulmahun finished speaking, he picked up the single longsword leaning against the statue of Zuanxuan.
Like Po’s, the scabbard, which is engraved with a white snake, is a symbol of the office of the One God.
Srrrrung –
Example of divergence with validation.
With sword drawn, Gulmahun’s prayers were like white sand, his tongue lolling with venom.
“The fangs of the white serpent will be dipped in red blood.”
The golden circle gave me chills.
Everybody knows.
When Gulmahun expresses his killing intentions, his swordsmanship is manipulative.
Even the fiercest of the fiery swords, the Geumjia, bowed their heads in awe of his skill.
“Now that the Ark has been built, the fate of the White Gate is sealed.
That’s right, the Chapter of the Dead.
Currently, there are no sword masters in Baekbakgumun, except for the governor, Baekseomgumho Cooperation Theater.
Gulmahun sheathed his sword of courtesy and stood up.
“We’re leaving tonight, and we’re leaving in five days.”
“Yes, Ark, I’ll have it ready and waiting for you immediately.”
Geumjaji headed outside, afraid to finish his sentence.
Immediately, Gulmahun’s thin eyes twitched and his mouth curled into a snarl.
“Hmph, how miserable you are, a man who has neither talent nor a sword to use.”
* * *
“Let’s see if we can find a usable sword.”
Pulling out the clothes from his bottega, Chulhyeon muttered something to himself and approached the ark in the corner of the stone chamber.
Click.
When he opens it, he finds an unusual iron sword lying inside, along with various other treasures.
The black dragon engraved on the scabbard alone made it clear that this was a rare weapon.
The sword name engraved on a simple neck plaque tied with string was two characters.
Soy sauce (干將).
One of the hermaphroditic twin swords said to have been forged by a legendary swordsmith long ago.
The other sword in the pair is named Moya.
Both were quite unusual for the name of the weapon.
There’s a reason for that.
Ganjang and Makya are the names of the swordsman himself and his wife, respectively.
In fact, the Ganjang Sword and the Makya Sword were two of the most famous swords in the world before the Shaolin Temple was founded in the first millennium.
Once owned by a unified monarch in ancient times, they were lost for many years, and no one would have guessed that the Ascended Sword Dragon Fahon would have gotten his hands on one of them during his lifetime.
Chulhyeon smirked as he tore off the liver patch and smashed it to pieces, then pulled out his soy sauce sword.
‘The Faehorn’s collection wall has saved me the trouble of finding the right sword to use.
Before the advent of the New Sword and other new weapons, the Ganjang Sword and the Makya Sword were the best and strongest weapons in legend.
So, at one point in the past, there was a craze to find the origin of the two swords.
Though it was not a mystical recruit, it was one of the finest swords in existence.
saaagh-.
A blade that slides smoothly out of the sheath.
The entire sword is a clear blue color, reminiscent of a blue sky.
It’s a sword from once upon a time, and it’s not rusted at all.
Like a knife sharpened by years of experience, the intangible foreboding of a chilling, intangible foreknowledge.
Chulhuen soon struck the corner of the box hard with his soy sauce sword.
The scourer-!
Shards of iron that fall like radishes.
“Good.”
With the right wielder, it can be called a divine sword, and its strength is immense.
“Hmm…… I wonder if I could use this to craft a new holy sword?
After a moment’s pondering, Chulhuen sharpened his soy sauce sword.
“Well, I’ll find a way.”
After pulling out a few pieces of furoshiki, he gathered up all the precious items in the stone chamber and left the cave.
Kwakwakwakwakwak, kwakwakwakwak……
The loud, echoing sound of the waterfall waved goodbye to the iron trail as it left the road.
* * *
Same time.
Locked in the cavern’s underground chamber, the swordsman leaned back in exhaustion and sighed.
“Phew…….”
After trying everything he could to escape, he was stuck.
‘Wow, how did this place get here and the surrounding stones are so solid! I thought I had finally found the place I was looking for after all these years…….’
Gurgling, gurgling, the hungry stomach growls.
At this rate, we’re going to starve to death.
Impatient, he immediately turned on his heirloom and began to eat.
It was enough to try to escape for as long as I could, before my body and mind became more exhausted.
‘Watch and see, I will come out of here and tear you limb from limb!
The Chronicle of the Reincarnated Divine Sword – Chapter 8(8/552)