Chapter 136 A Strange Mood

Wrapped in an ashen robe, Nangin soon found himself teetering on the edge of a steep cliff.
Flutter.
A breeze skims the top of the high cliffs, lightly rattling the foliage a few times.
Soon, the lips beneath the shadowy face of a rounded bamboo lip opened, and a voice with an odd accent escaped.
“Cool.”
As he gazed out over the vast expanse of the Chimjoo that stretched out in front of him, he spotted a cloud of dust that soon rose and disappeared.
It was the Black Right Party.
It was the mark of a struggle between Chulryuhyun and Doyun.
Suddenly, a faint smile crosses his lips.
“There’s no wind.”
He muttered to himself, and when he looked up, the blue sky was reflected in his eyes.
‘Fight to your heart’s content. That Chang Chen will soon be Chaptered in dark blood…… or so it will seem to your unprepared eyes.’
When he looked away again, he stood at the edge of the cliff, unmoving.
As if you’re waiting for someone.
* * *
Two in-young sprinting non-stop along the fallen leaves.
I had a great time with Namgung Heonlin.
Eventually, the two men reached the road that leads straight to Chumju and stopped.
“Something…… is bothering me.”
Namgung Heonlin’s low voice was answered with a meaningful glint in his eyes.
“Suspicious?”
“A little.”
“So what you’re saying is that he deliberately moved in front of people and then changed course?”
“The carriage owner’s account of seeing him earlier is probably true, but…… now that I think about it, I wonder if it was a deliberate exposure. Hmmm.”
Nan Gongxunlin swallowed heavily as he thoughtfully spoke.
“Are you sure you don’t mean ……?”
“Well, they won’t know we’re following them, but they’ve been heading south on an almost straight line since they passed Wuyang, so there are some odd bends in the road…… that I don’t think it’s simply due to exhaustion.”
“I’m afraid, Hun-Lin, that such a move would be a sign of ignorance. If they knew we’d been tracking them all this way, they would have left some sort of false trail to confuse us.”
Namgung Heonlin’s brow narrows slightly as he listens to Jeonhyun’s words.
‘I wonder what…… if there are other important reasons why I had to leave after a short stay here in Chongqiu…….’
His eyes change color.
“Ah!
Turning his head, Nan Gongxunlin looked at the mountains that stood like folding screens on all sides, one by one, and spoke briefly.
“Is it tangential?”
And then his eyes lit up with delight.
“Ho-ho, that makes sense.”
“Yeah, maybe he had a prior arrangement with someone…… and he was in a hurry to get on his way and unintentionally left a trail.”
“Well, well, well, killing two birds with one stone, huhuh. We’ll catch him stealing under false pretenses, and we’ll be able to find out who’s behind it. I’m guessing he’s an apostate.”
“We don’t know yet. Not until we see it with our own two eyes.”
“Well, assuming his final destination is the Hundred Thousand Mountains, the only faction that would be interested in such an ancient object is the Apostasy. You see, they’re not just a private religious group, they’ve been studying the arts of alcohol and dabbling in magic for ages. Well, it’s a little suspicious that the Apostasy would do something like this in our day and age, but…….”
While Zhen Heng’s face was full of confidence, Nan Gongxunlin was cautious.
“The most likely culprit at this point. But we must not forget our roots and believe only the evidence. No innocent victims.”
“Yeah, I know, I know, I know, you’re right, it’s good to keep all possibilities open.”
With that, Jeon Hyeon reached into his bot bag and pulled out a canister of porridge.
“Anyway, if the place he wants to go is somewhere outside the spire and not inside it, it’s probably one of those mountains you see over there, right?”
“Whatever.”
Nangong Xunlin nodded, and the moment he did, the spirit essence in the congee barrel scattered onto the floor.
Then.
“Here!”
With a short shout of exultation, Namgung Hunlin’s gaze turns to the ground.
Several pale footprints.
The target they are chasing has fallen into the neighboring woods just ahead of the peak.
“Huh, look at that, he must have gotten through the thick brush. Hunlin, it should be a little easier to track now.”
“We must not let our guard down. As you say, this path itself could be an enticement, and we should move in anticipation of an ambush.”
“You and I are together, what’s to be afraid of, huh huh.”
When Zhen Heng laughed curiously as he wiped the dirt off the floor, Nan Gongxunlin repeated his caution.
“You can’t let your guard down. We’re human, and we only have one life.”
He shrugged his shoulders and smirked to himself.
‘He’s stronger than most of the most famous martial artists……, but he’s also got a lot to learn from his attitude. He’ll be a great leader in the future.
* * *
“No?”
The room sank into an even heavier silence at the sound of Chul Ryuhyeon’s bland voice.
-Are there any other guys coming at me?
No one was able to answer the courtesy question.
Not only the Black Wu Party gang, but also the elite swordsmen of the Fashan White Sword Society, the first, second, and third ranked swordsmen of the Fashan Sword Society, and even Nangpo Sword Master Doyun’s disciple who inherited it, the Fashan Sun Sword Company…….
At the hands of a young man barely twenty years old, the mighty man who holds a place of honor in the Honam Five Day Festival has been brought to his knees.
So who would dare to challenge him to his face?
The mere fact that Bunsa is silent is enough to clear the air.
‘Master said…….’
Thriving was still questionable.
Oh, my God, that’s how bad the ironclad is?
The guy who you said was just a little better than average talent is the guy…… standing in front of you right now?
I couldn’t figure it out.
It feels like something is wrong for a long time.
I told myself that the consequences for fearlessly provoking Master Doyun would be severe, but it turned out to be quite the opposite.
I had to refrain.
I finally realized the dangers of tampering with the iron currents that I had misunderstood.
The two strongest competitors in the Honam Festival are often referred to as the “two gongs”.
The Long Crest of the Formation Sect, the White Cloud Sword Emblem, and the Thundercloud Sword Emblem of the Lightning Gate.
As you can imagine, the futility demonstrated by Chulleuhyeon today was beyond the scope of his skill.
Other people’s minds, too.
It was like I was dreaming.
It’s like a scary nightmare you never want to relive…….
However, the fishy smell of blood in your nostrils is a stark reminder of the reality of the situation.
“What are you doing, bleed him.”
The three members of the Fiery White Sword Sect rushed over to tend to Doyun’s body as the spirit of the boss waved at them.
Then.
pbp-
The whistle of the iron stream whistled and Xin Feng walked out.
That left Bunsa with another big question.
‘No……!
He had vaguely sensed the tremendous energy within Xin Feng’s body.
That’s no joke.
Aside from his hyper-muscled appearance, the sheer size of his aura, which creeps up on you, is akin to a rare spirit.
You don’t even have to run the ball to find out.
Iron Liu Hsin leaped, his feet light on the ground, and mounted Xin Feng’s saddled back.
Finally, Bunsa spoke up.
“I apologize…… to you.”
The words just flowed out of me.
A sheep whose body and mind are overpowered by the fictitious presence of an opponent.
The iron streak moved to his face and said.
“Bankruptcy, the so-called mountain that broke…… but could not break our white house.”
Bunsa suddenly flushed red with embarrassment.
“Losing to me is nothing to be ashamed of.”
“…….”
“What you should be ashamed of is that you bullied the powerless man in the village, which means it’s not just you in front of me that you need to apologize to.”
Bunsa inclined his head slightly, and received the last word.
“Yes, I’ll take this opportunity to apologize to…….”
The iron streak flicked his hair, then quickly glanced at the middle-aged man.
“I don’t believe in the idea of a perfect world anyway. I don’t give a shit what you do behind closed doors, but …….”
He took the reins and continued in his impassive voice.
“Don’t do anything stupid and catch my eye.”
Immediately afterward, a snorting and breathing Xinfeng kicked the ground with a bang and sprinted across the street.
Doo doo doo doo doo , doo doo doo doo doo doo –
In a flash, he becomes a distant black dot and disappears.
Bunsa stared in that direction for a moment, his eyes a mixture of emotions, before straightening his stance and giving the order.
“The Black Right Party is hereby formally dissolved, and shall henceforth be an organization directly under the authority of the Ministry.”
No one is throwing up.
He then turned and spoke to the middle-aged swordsman, the first ranked swordsman in the Fangshan Hundred Swords Society.
“Huizhou, I’m going to go appease that man’s anger. Perhaps it’s time to explore a different path from the one we’ve been pursuing. I’ll try to convince him myself later.”
“Um, Haona…….”
“The White House checkpoint is neither a political party nor a Chumchu-based munmun, but this unannounced visit accomplished a lot: it gained street cred, established a reputation, and elevated the new owner, Chul Ryu-hyeon, to the status of a household name.”
“…….”
“Some people…… call us safaras because we use the martial arts of the Four Noble Arts, but if we continue to be safaras in our behavior, we will lose more in the future.”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“I’m sure Master will have a change of heart about this, so I’ll see you later.”
With that, Bunsa didn’t hesitate, but strode briskly toward the street.
Meanwhile.
Riding on Xin Feng’s back, the Iron Stream Trace had reached the outskirts of Chu Zhu.
‘That young man, he’ll surpass his master soon, though he seems to be hiding his power out of politeness.
Then suddenly.
Hmmm.
Feeling a strange sensation, he yanked hard on the reins, halting Xinfeng’s gallop.
‘…….’
He turned his head and gazed at the mountains that fanned out around the spire.
Then.
He spotted a mountain in the farthest reaches of his vision and spoke in a voice that sounded almost like he was talking to himself.
“Something’s touching me.”
It’s just a vague hunch, but I feel like there’s an invisible hand holding me back from leaving.
“Let’s go.
Chu Liuhui soon pulled on the reins, turned Xin Feng’s head, and began to gallop toward Mount Yue.
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
* * *
A cliff in the mountains where the gaze of the Iron Currents has just lingered.
Even the man standing at the end of the line has a strange feeling and stares at the dense forest below.
‘…….’
Right then.
Faint popularity detected.
Sabak, Sabak……
Sounds like you’re moving through a pile of fallen leaves.
It was a distant, almost impossible to feel unless you were a super-sensitive master.
The gray fringe of the wind rippled and then fell silent as Nangyin turned his back.
“There you are.
The Chronicle of the Reincarnated Divine Sword – Chapter 137 (137 of 552)