Chapter 131

A surprising word came out of Bu Eun-sul’s mouth.
King Cancer.
One of the Seven Deadly Sins, called the “King of Darkness.
He was an absolute master who was said to be completely invisible in the presence of darkness and unbeatable in the dark.
“It’s a cancer king.”
The old man asked with an expressionless face.
“Why do you think Nobu is a cancer king?”
In response to the old man’s question, Bu Eun-sul respectfully clasped her hands together.
“The main hall has the secret of extending the senses with sound and vibration, and yet I thought that only the King of the Armies was the only master in all of…… who had the ability to emit only faint sounds without being detected.”
Bu Eun-sul’s reply was exquisite, boasting of Nangyagak’s martial prowess while simultaneously praising the king’s brilliance.
“Hahaha, your way with words made Nobu laugh twice.”
The old man nodded and brushed his sleeve lightly.
“That’s right. Nobu is the head of the main temple.”
Cancer King, Ipohyochon.
He was originally the Dance Night Lord, a shadowy figure that followed the Demon Emperor around like a shadow.
However, to fill the vacancy that had existed for twenty years, the Heavenly Emperor granted him the position of Grand Preceptor five years ago.
When the Heavenly Kingdom was closed, the balance between the Senate Hall and the Ten Doors was being adjusted, so it was not an exaggeration to say that…… is the current leader of the Magical Warriors.
Bu Eun-sul immediately bowed deeply.
“Nangyagak’s disciple, Bu Eun-sul, sees the Supreme Patriarch.”
Looking at Bu Eunseol, Ip Man sighed and said.
“To be honest, Nobu was against the whole idea.”
He shook his head for a moment, then spoke in a low voice.
“But we’ve produced people like you, so I guess that’s half the battle.”
It’s a mumble that sounds like it has a story.
As Bu Eun-sul bowed her head in a respectful manner, Ip Hyo-tian’s stern expression immediately disappeared and he smiled broadly.
“Yes. As you said, Nobu summoned the Ten Demon Warriors here so that he could see you for himself.”
“I see.”
Ip Man looked up at the ceiling of the great hall with deep eyes and said.
“To be more precise, the Magisterium has requested. To determine the temperament and martial prowess of each of the Ten Demon Warriors, and to designate a Cause Champion who is compatible with them.”
For once, Buunsul couldn’t hide his surprise.
I thought you were assigning opponents to take into account the martial artist and his personality traits, and to increase his chances of victory, but…… it was to defeat him?
“But Nobu refused. Your qualities are too valuable to waste, and frankly, the odds are too high that you’d lose if you just fought.”
Buunsul’s expression darkened.
If not only the Immortal Marriage Master, but also the Demon Warrior, Ip Hyo Chen, judged this way, then it must be true.
“I recognized Nobu anyway, so I’ll give him his due.”
Ip Man narrowed his eyes and said.
“If we’re going to capture the mastermind, we need to know where and how they are. I’ll talk to the Viceroy, and you’ll get the information.”
Nangyagak also has a prestigious intelligence organization called the Fengyundai.
However, it will take quite some time to learn about the faction’s champions. On the other hand, a mage with a keen eye on the trends in the Faction Forest will be able to figure it out quickly.
“It’s a prize I have no reason to turn down.
Finished with her thoughts, Bu Eun-sul clasped her hands together.
“Thank you.”
“Well, go ahead.”
After hearing Ip Hyo Chun’s words, Bu Eun Seol bowed respectfully and turned around.
Watching the scene, Ipso facto shook his head with a sullen expression.
“Amazing, the world is a big place, and attribution is like grains of sand.”
He spoke in a low voice, looking at the receding back of Buunsul.
“I can’t think of anyone else whose talent and temperament are so closely related to his…….”
* * *
Bu Eun-sul left the palace and took the carriage back to Nangyagak.
Dulcet.
As we entered the mountain pass, the carriage was rocking to and fro like a ship in a storm.
Sitting neatly in the carriage with her eyes closed, Bu Eunseol was mulling over the information she had gleaned from the vision.
‘The champion of Jongnam’s cause.
In Binyounggak, he gave Bu Eun-sul a bunch of information about the Jongnam Sect’s leader and Yeo Hwan-jin.
Ever since he became the High Priest of the Cause, he’s been a cloud in the sky.
But Mazen had already been following his every move.
He is said to be staying in the Zhangshan Village in Tangshan, and often stops by the Tangshan Martial Arts Center of the Southern Sect to teach his disciples.
‘That’s a problem. If it’s from Tangshan……’
The Tangshan area is the heart of the Zhongnan sect.
This is because, for a long time, the Tang family had operated a military academy in Tangshan, and all levels from the local officials to the battlefields, to the local officials and unattended personnel were filled with disciples of the Zhongnan sect.
“I’m in trouble.
If you were to fight Yeo Hwan-jin in a place like this, even if you won the fight, you’d never make it out alive.
‘If so…….’
Bu Eun-sul pondered deeply.
This is not a quick fix.
And since he’s considered to be a world-class fighter, we had to do a lot of preparation to fight him.
‘Jongnam, Jongnamparah…….’
Bu Eun-sul was an accomplished martial artist, but he didn’t really know much about the martial arts.
However, with the help of Bi Yingqing, he was able to roughly grasp not only the history of the Zongnan Sect, but also information about their martial arts.
“The Three Swords of the Zhongnan Sect, which leads to the Flying Wind, the Drunken Rain, and the Flowing Clouds.
The Zhongnan School is a strong and heavy school of swordsmanship, and it is said that it is not uncommon for swords to break and bend while practicing.
“Is he mixing and matching techniques to increase his power, like I did with my Wushu Heavenly Flow?
Having studied the practical martial arts of the Nangyagak, Bu Eun-sul is able to read his opponent’s martial arts while fighting.
But if you do it against someone who’s better than you, you’re going to get your head cut off before you’ve even finished.
“I guess that’s the only way to go, then.
During the four days of the carriage ride, Bu Eun-sul had been thinking about it, and she had a plan.
“You’ve arrived.”
In the meantime, the carriage from Mazen has reached the vicinity of Gumisan Mountain.
“Thank you.”
After getting out of the carriage, Buunsul immediately climbed to Mt. Gummisan.
Quickly entering the Nangya Palace, he wasted no time in finding Iron Master Wang Gul standing at the forge.
“Have you been there already?”
Inside the forge’s workshop, Wang Gul stared at Bu Eunseol with an elixir in her hand.
It was as if he was looking back and forth at the one irrational number he had just completed.
“I’ve been told that I’ll have to deal with the High Priestess in the future, but…….”
“Yes.”
“You’re worried.”
Bu Eun-sul stared at Wang Gul, who was still fiddling with the bisu with an indifferent expression, and then opened her mouth.
“Teach me.”
“What.”
Turning her attention to Bu Eunseol, Wang Geol furrowed her brow.
“There are many men of great martial skill in each of these places. Go learn elsewhere.”
“No, I want you to teach me metallurgy.”
Metallurgy. The collective term for all the skills a blacksmith uses to work with metal.
“Metallurgy?”
“Yes, sir. Or, more accurately, how to repair the sword.”
“How to repair a sword?”
“That’s right. I’d like to focus on learning how to repair swords.”
Narrowing her eyes, Wang Geol glared at Bu Eunseol.
“What the hell are you thinking?”
“I’ve heard that the Sect’s sword techniques are so strong that swords often break during training.”
“So?”
“It just so happened that the place where the Grand Master of Zongnan is staying is close to Tangshan Railway Station.”
“Hmmm.”
Wang’er nodded as if she understood Bu Eunseol’s plan.
“That’s a good idea, but it would take me a long time to learn how to repair…… swords. You could spend the rest of your time in vain.”
“You do realize that you’ve limited your time in Mazen, right?”
Wang Ge said with a nonchalant expression.
“It’s unlikely that the Mad Hatter, so eager to settle the matter with the High Priest, would not set a time limit.”
“I see.”
“Just find another way.”
Wang Gul shook her head.
“I’d rather spend the rest of my time practicing martial arts.”
“No, I don’t. Teach me metallurgy.”
Bu Eun-sul looked at Wang Ge with conviction in her eyes.
“I think this would be the best way to go.”
“What if I’m wasting my time?”
“I’m just doing the best I can.”
Wang Gul glared at Bu Eunseol.
He was silent for a moment, then pointed into the forge.
“Then let’s get started right away.”
* * *
Tangshan Iron House, Henan.
It is the largest smithy in Tangshan, with more than thirty blacksmiths.
As there are many skillful potters, they almost monopolize the Tangshan area, and it is often a place where young potters come to learn the trade.
Tatatak.
A day at the forge begins with building a fire in the brazier.
The iron is then heated by regulating the temperature with a bellows (a device that blows air into the fire pit).
Then repeat the shaping medium and quenching to cool the iron.
Pounding, stretching, and sharpening iron is a seemingly simple but painful process.
When mowing, sparks often jump out and burn you.
Hmph.
There was a young man throwing softened charcoal into a roaring fire pit.
He’s quite tall, but his face is ubiquitous.
However, its expressionless face is unique, as if it is wearing a mask. Moreover, it is in constant motion, so from a distance, it looks like a machine in the form of a person is in constant motion.
“You’re good.”
Watching the young man work diligently in the forge, the old man, Yuk Man Ho, looked at the young man and nodded.
He was the head blacksmith in charge of all the craftsmen in the Tangshan Iron Works.
“Did I mention it’s called a swollen tongue?”
Li Bok, the city governor behind him, nodded in agreement.
“That’s right. I was introduced to you by Samnoya from the Huangjia Ironworks.”
“I heard you used to touch some metal.”
“Yes, he said he’s been working in the blacksmith shop since he was a kid.”
“Hmmm.”
The heat from each stroke of the forge could swallow a forge.
Even in the crisp spring air, it’s not uncommon to see seasoned baseball players collapse in the grass.
Not only that, but the sparks from the brazier often leave burn marks all over my arms.
But the young man, Bu Eun-sul, was able to do whatever he had to do.
His diligent work finally caught Yukmanho’s eye.
“Maybe I should give it a try.”
“Already? I’ve only been here a month.”
To become a crafter, you have to do the grunt work for a long time.
And those who were unskilled and slow of hand, unable to hold a hammer, would spend much of the year burning charcoal in braziers or doing menial labor.
“I thought you said you used to work in a blacksmith shop. I’m sure you wouldn’t mind ordering one.”
Yuk Man Ho’s words made Lee Bok scratch his head.
“In fact, there’s a lot of frustration among the fielders.”
“Complaint?”
“That’s right. You can’t stick to anything, you can’t say anything, and…… you’re just a wandering yagong with no roots, even though you were introduced by Samnoya.”
“Huh.”
Yuk Man Ho clicked his tongue.
“Since when does a fielding ball need a root? Why does it need stickiness?”
“A blacksmith shop is also a place where people work, and our Tangshan Ironworks is …….”
“Hey, hey, hey, hey.”
Yuk Man Ho scolded in a low voice with an angry expression.
“They make things with such a rotten spirit…… that everything that comes out lately is said to be of poor quality.”
And again, in a stern voice, he said
“Send him up to the farm tomorrow.”