Chapter 127

Chapter 127

Buunsul wasn’t surprised.
I’m even grateful for the year-long reprieve, because I saw it coming anyway.
There was a moment of silence, and then Dan Qing let out a deep sigh.
“It’s the demand of the Ten Commandments and the Senate, but given the enemy of the Cause, it’s a bit much. Defeat or self-destruct in moderation.”
The Ten Warriors not only inherited the Divine Discipline of the Tao Te Ching, but they also possessed the same qualities.
Because of this, the successors of the original ten masters were very wary of the ten warriors and ostracized them.
In the end, they put pressure on the majeon, giving him less time to build up his martial arts. Hoping you’ll die fighting the great masters.
“We’ve been informed for several days now that the Ten Demon Warriors are headed to Mazhen. They’ve been told to gather in time for the Qingming Festival, so you’ll have to leave soon.”
At that moment, Baekyeon, who was by Dan Cheng’s side, spoke up with a stern expression.
“The Great Masters are the masters who have made a name for themselves in the Martial Realm since before there were Ten Demon Warriors. No matter how great your skills, you will never be able to match them.”
Baekyeon said with a straight face.
“It’s not too late. If you reveal yourself to be the heir to Nangyagak, not the Ten Demon Warriors, and if you and I can use our powers……, you won’t have to go to the Demon Warriors.”
In the past, Baekyeon proposed a plan to Bu Eun-sul to become the heir to Nangyagak and break the shackles of the Ten Demon Warriors.
But Bu Eun-sul flatly declined the offer at the time.
His goal was a beast with the best swordsmanship in Mado, a beast that the Great Master could never hope to match.
“I’m going to the front.”
“Swollen Tongue.”
“How can a disciple of Nanyagak avoid a fight, I will surely return victorious.”
Bu Eun-sul replied, and Dan Qing nodded in approval.
“Yeah, well, you’ve got your heart set on it anyway, and it’ll be even better when you’ve defeated the Great One and made your name known to the world.”
“Highlight.”
“I told you no before, don’t try to stop me anymore.”
Dan Qing grabbed Bu Eunsul’s shoulder and said forcefully.
“He’s going to get through this. I have faith in him.”
Faith. It is the greatest favor we can give to others, the rope that binds us together.
Feeling the enormity of his faith, Bu Eun-sul bowed deeply and clasped his hands together.
“I will never let you down.”
* * *
A room inside a maze.
The blackness of the room was only dimly lit by the moonlight streaming in through the window.
At one end of the chamber was an armchair with a tasseled seat, where an old man with combed white hair sat.
He is fresh in appearance and demeanor, but his eyes sometimes flare with a fiery newness.
“What is the status of the Ten Warriors?”
At the old man’s question, the black shadow opposite him bowed his head.
“They’re mostly brilliant non-schoolers, so they’ve sucked up a lot of the martial arts.”
“What if they fight the high priest?”
“The odds are…… predicted to be about three to one.”
“Samhalla.”
The old man’s eyes, which had glowed like torches, narrowed.
“That’s not bad for a third of this and a third of that, in such a short period of time.”
“I think it was the suggestion of Revolutionary Commander-in-Chief Revolutionary Hohak that was the main reason for the achievement. If it was just people with good bones, we wouldn’t have been able to accomplish this.”
“It’s a great selection of materials…….”
“Yes.”
“Where is he now?”
The Shadow hesitated for a moment before answering.
“As a punishment for arbitrarily shutting down the gateway, I’ve been out of the country for three years now, dealing with various things.”
“That’s right. Get him back on board.”
At those words, the shadow bowed his head and said.
“But since the Demon Emperor hasn’t made an appearance yet……, if we were to lift the discipline arbitrarily, there would be a strong protest from the Magisterium, if not the Senate.”
“He’s a foreigner, he’s been rotting in the country for three years, that’s all you need, bring him back.”
“I understand, I’ll make arrangements to get back to you immediately.”
“Hmmm.”
The old man rose from his tassel and looked out the window.
“Well, let’s see if any of the Ten Warriors have kids who could be useful.”
* * *
The gatekeepers are divided into three shifts and work in teams of two.
In addition, the guards at the gates are the first impression of the temple, so they must be martial and imposing.
With that in mind, Moguang and Zhangshan were not the best conditions for the weft yarns of the previous era.
His martial arts aren’t particularly good, and his aura and personality are mediocre at best.
But there was only one thing that kept him in the position for more than two decades.
Not only is he conscientious enough to never miss a shift, but he’s never gotten into trouble on the job.
But today, Mo Guang and Zhang Shan are facing the biggest crisis of their lives on the road outside the Water Gate.
He had just started his night shift when he spotted a young man walking with his back to the moon.
“What to do?”
A cold sweat broke out on Zhang Sam’s forehead as he looked at Mo Guang.
And the stories I’d heard before my shift flashed through my head.
-From this day forward, the Ten Horsemen will visit this hall. Be very careful.
The morning shift workers, who were informed by the boss, didn’t seem to mind.
The problem was that the Ten Horsemen didn’t have swords, clothing, or any of the symbols or markings of the Ten Commandments.
-How did you get here?
A young man barged into the maze and the morning crew asked for his identity.
But the young man walked past without answering.
-Please write a guestbook.
-I am a ten-horseman.
-No one is exempt, outsiders can use…….
At that moment, the worker collapsed in a pool of blood.
Just because it asks you to write a guestbook.
Since then, he says, he’s had a few people come in, but he’s always gotten punched in the face when he asks them to write a guestbook.
Eventually, the morning crew quit after suffering injuries bad enough to keep them in bed for a year.
-We’ll just let it pass! All the young people who come to the market today will be ten years old anyway.
When lunch workers heard about this, they would see young men who looked like teenage warriors and let them through without asking for identification.
-Who heard the outsider before anyone saw it!
This time, the fire thunderbolt of the Watermaster fell.
Some of the people who passed through the gates had no connection to the martial arts at all. There were even those who had no connection to the Mage Order.
-Get the hell out of here!
The furious boss sent the lunch workers away immediately.
Then, during Mo Guang and Zhang Sam’s evening shift, another young man appeared.
Jumbled.
As the shadow of the young man who had been walking in the distance drew nearer, Zhang Xuan spoke again.
“What do we do, just let it pass?”
“And if it’s the wrong person? We’ll get fired, too.”
“But don’t you know that the Ten Commanders shook their fists at the idea of writing a guest book?”
As if deciding on something, Mo Guang said to Zhang Shan with a fierce expression.
“Don’t worry. I’ll give it a try.”
“What? You’re the one who…….”
Mo Guang immediately stepped in front of the young man.
“How may I help you?”
The young man only glared coldly at Mo Guang and said nothing.
Swallowing dryly, Mo Guang spoke again.
“Please write a guestbook.”
Mo Guang said respectfully and dignifiedly, just like his predecessor.
“These are the rules of the temple, and no exceptions are made for outsiders. So…….”
But his words were no longer leaking out.
The young man in front of him grabbed Mo Guang by the throat.
“Outsider?”
“Kek. It’s not that…….”
“The existence of a ten-mage man is…… an outsider even in the ten majors!”
Woodduck.
Mo Guang’s throat rumbled as the man pushed harder.
The young man’s strength is beyond imagination. With just a little bit of force, Mo Guang’s neck would be crushed into powder.
“Live, live…….”
Mo Guang’s eyes narrowed to white.
As he watches, Jang-sam is about to ring the bell to summon the Wissadae,
Jumbled.
Then the sound of footsteps echoed behind him.
Zhang Xuan turned his head and saw a young man walking toward him, a sword strapped to his back.
It was swollen tongue.
“You are…….”
Grabbing Mo Guang’s throat, the man’s eyes widened as he realized the swelling.
“You’re here, too.”
Instead of answering, Bu Eun-sul extended her fingers to the wrist of the man holding Mo Guang by the throat.
Eek.
I lightly ran my fingers over it, and a keening energy spread through it.
At the same time, the man’s fingers clutching Mo Guang’s throat spread wide.
“Huh. Huh.”
When Mo Guang caught his breath, he sank to the ground and gasped for air.
Meanwhile, Bu Eunseol walked past them with a nonchalant expression and approached the table where the guest book was sitting.
-Ptosis, swollen tongue.
After scribbling a guestbook with a pen and paper, you’re about to walk through the door,
“Swollen tongue!”
Sana stepped in front of Bu Eunseol and shouted fiercely.
“Are you disrespecting me now?”
Bu Eun-sul turned and glared at the man.
“Who are you?”
“What?”
He looked puzzled for a moment, then smiled as if he realized something.
“Hoo hoo hoo, I must have looked so different you didn’t recognize me.”
He smirked and pointed his thumb at his face.
“It’s me, Yu Yunlong, remember when we fought to the last man on Hell Island…….”
“He who boasts of his prowess against the gatekeeper is a ten-horse warrior.”
With a sneer as cold as an iceberg, Buunsun pointed to the guestbook.
“Write this.”
“What?”
“You said there are no exceptions.”
Despite walking far behind Yu Yunlong, Bu Eunseol had seen and heard everything that had happened so far.
“Good luck.”
Putting down her paintbrush, Buunseol strode through the gates as if nothing had happened.
Yu Yunlong stood there for a moment, seemingly lost in thought.
Puddle.
His eyes widened, and his face was covered in worm-like blood.
“Yeah, I forgot about that.”
His eyes glared at the back of the fading snow, and the flesh on his brow burned like a feverish fire.
“Because you killed Kang Mu Lun, the successor to the headquarters, I, too, was hated by the people of Baekmasa.”
He spoke coldly and walked past Mo Guang and Zhang Shan.
Tak.
He picked up a paintbrush from the table and swirled it across the guestbook.
-White Horse, Yuyun Dragon.
Glancing down at the guestbook, Yu Yunlong gritted his teeth again.
“No, I’m not going to let him get away with this.”
He took a quick step into the maze.
Zhang San, who was watching the scene, rushed to Mo Guang’s aid.
“That devilish fellow was the White Horse’s Ten Horsemen.”
Wiping the sweat from his brow with a swipe of his hand across his chest, Zhang Xuan let out a deep sigh.
“I got lucky.”
“That’s not luck.”
But Mo Guang was staring blankly into the receding snow.
“He saved me.”
“Hmm? What did you just say?”
“No…… it’s nothing.”
Shaking his head, Mo Guang clasped his hands together and looked toward where Bu Eunsul had left with a solemn expression.
Once inside the main hall, Bu Eunseol looked around at the magnificent pavilions spread out like a forest.
The serene and solemn interior of the majestic hall gave the viewer a sense of grandeur and power.
“Vice Society.”
Across from him, a young man in a white robe clasped his hands together as if waiting for him.
“It’s been a while.”
The young man’s hair was neat and clean, and his eyes were very long and deep.
It was Shen Yue, the disciple of the Manbatang who had guided Bu Eun-sun when she had taken the Wu Chao Shik’s test the day before.
“Do you remember me?”
“Sure. It’s been a while.”
Shen Yue smiled broadly as Bu Eunsun clasped her hands together.
“Your prayers have become more devoted in the meantime. You must be making great progress.”
“Swollen tongue!”
Then, with a grunt, a gruff-looking man strode toward them.
It was the Yuyun Dragon, the White Horse’s ten horsemen.
“Look at me for a second.”
Standing in front of Bu Eunseol, Yu Yunlong bared his teeth and said.
“It’s a done deal anyway.”
In Hell Island, he was nearly killed by Bu Eunseol’s one-sword.
But since I became a Tenth Master, I had forgotten about it, and now the shame and anger of that time had returned.
“This day is not going to end lucky as hell.”
“Lucky?”
“Yes.”
A smirking Yu Yunlong bared his white teeth and said.
“Because there’s no one here to look out for you.”
Hwaak.
At that moment, there was no wind, and Buunsul’s long hair slowly rose into the sky.
At the same time, millions of red dots of light were floating around his body.
“What?”
His semi-polarized eyes burned like charcoal.
“What the hell was that?”