Chapter 134

Chapter 134

Ibok nodded, biting his lower lip as if to stifle the laughter that was spreading.
“Yeah. A sword. Don’t you think you can make a master sword worthy of the Tangshan Clan?”
Yi Bok’s eyes glittered with greed as he looked at Bu Eunseol.
“Now that you’ve established some reputation for fixing things, you want me to build something that makes money.
Bu Eunseol, who understood the sarcasm, said dumbly.
“These are swords you have entrusted to me, shall they ride in the hands of the other Yagong?”
“That’s true, but…….”
“Never mind.”
After cutting the horse to pieces, Bu Eun-sul didn’t hesitate to pick up the tongs and stick one of the swords into the brazier.
He asked again, wistfully.
“Why not?”
Buunsul said nothing in response to Yibok’s plea.
“You can’t make it up as you go along.
He smiled inwardly.
Metallurgy, like martial arts, is not a discipline that can be reached in a short period of time.
For this reason, Bu Eun-sul was taught by the Iron Master to focus solely on sword repair.
Sure, simple farming tools could be made to some extent, but a sword, which required a much more sophisticated and complex process, was not yet possible.
“I see. Good luck with that.”
Looking at Bu Eunseol, who didn’t answer, Yi Bok cleared his throat and left the forge.
Looking back at him, Buunsul picked up the hammer again as if nothing had happened.
* * *
-The Ten Horsemen of the Commandments have been slain by the Volcanic Cultists.
Suddenly, shocking news spreads through the tranquil forest.
The ten warriors who inherited the ten rituals of the Ten Doors were killed in a one-on-one confrontation with the Volcano’s Cause.
-Rumor!
At first, the Murmurs didn’t believe it.
The Feast of the Commanding Gate, which summarized all of the purifications of the spear arts in the Wu Rim, was the grandmaster of the martial arts, always rivaled only by the Hua Wu Sword and the Blood Flame Sword.
But he wasn’t defeated, he wasn’t wounded, he didn’t run away with it, but he was defeated?
But when it was revealed that the Eunuch Mark Bureau had sent the corpses of the Ten Demon Warriors to the command center at the behest of the Volcano Sect, the warlords were enraged.
Shortly thereafter, rumors surfaced of another clash between the White Demon Warriors and the Covenant’s High Priest, with the Demon Warrior being mortally wounded and escaping.
-It’s finally started.
The Ten Horsemen were originally created for the Cause.
We saw this coming from the moment we announced the plan, ten years ago.
But there was one reason the warriors were shocked.
-Was the gap between the Great Masters and the Ten Horsemen ever so wide?
The ten warriors of the Ten Doors, who are supposed to support the Madomurim, are defeated by the Cause Advocates without a single effort?
When this became known, rumors circulated that the Ten Warriors were actually bad at what they did.
-You must have been in a hurry.
In fact, all of the Great Masters have spent over seven years training in the Wuling Alliance and have been in the Wuling for over a decade.
It would be nearly impossible for the Ten Horsemen, who have been out of the game for more than three years, to take on the masters of the Cause.
So there was a lot of talk among the gossiping hipsters that the plan had already failed.
* * *
The crisp fall air is finally here.
It’s been more than two months since the snowfall in Tangshan Railway Station.
In the meantime, he repaired and repaired and repaired the swords that came from the Zhongnan armory.
For this reason, Bu Eun-sul was called “Yagong, who repairs swords like a ghost” in the Zhongnan martial arts.
However, such a reputation was limited to the Zhongnan army, as they never went outside and only quietly repaired at Tangshan Ironworks.
Few people in Tangshan knew him.
“Here we are.”
As the sun set, Buunsul slowly pushed herself up from her workbench.
He studied metallurgy with Wang Ge for a month, and worked for Tang San Iron Works for two and a half months.
You have a little over a month to go.
If you don’t fight the Great Adept within it, you’ll be attacked by the Adepts of the Demon Warriors, an offense against the Demon Gods.
“I can’t help it.
Bu Eun-sul was disappointed.
So far, he had repaired all of Zongnan Wen’s swords, but there was still no trace of the Yu Yun Sword Method.
Of course, with the Yuun Sword Method, you don’t even need to repair your sword, but he thought it would be nice to touch one, even if only by accident.
‘I can’t help it, but at least I’ve gotten a good grasp of the Zongnan Gonghak.
Buunsul shook his head and picked up his hammer again.
As I got the hang of repairing the sword, I was able to do it three or four times faster than the first time.
This gives you plenty of time to look at the stains.
Halt.
But as she was organizing her workbench, her hand stopped.
He heard the tiniest of footsteps in the distance.
Jumbled.
The footsteps were faint, like ants crawling, and the pace was steady and consistent.
Duck.
The door finally opened and a man dressed in a snow-white robe slowly walked in.
His appearance was very well-groomed, and the prayer wafting from his body was like fresh air.
The man in white, a man of military prowess, opened his mouth to speak to Bu Eunseol, who was hammering away with his back turned.
“Are you there.”
Bu Eun-sul turned her head to look at the man.
For a moment, surprise flashed in his eyes, not because of the man’s prowess, but because of the way he stood.
‘Interest is…….’
A person’s standing posture cannot be straight.
This is because the floor can’t be flat and round, and humans instinctively put more weight on their favorite leg.
But he stood balanced, with both legs straight, as if measured with a ruler, without the slightest error.
This proved that the horizontal sense of the man in the back was unimaginable.
‘……Huge cilantro.’
You’re just standing with your legs on the ground, but it’s like you’re carrying the sky on your back.
If such a person wielded a sword, they would be able to produce an unspeakably strong and stable sword herb.
“Who are you?”
At Bu Eunseol’s question, the man in white bared his white teeth and laughed.
“You’re the one who specializes in repairing the swords of the disciples of the Sect’s Tang Mountain Martial Sect.”
“Sure.”
The white man looked curiously at Bu Eunseol, who was looking at him with a nonchalant expression.
‘You’re a fool who knows nothing about martial arts.
The white man’s prayers were too sharp for a martial artist to ignore.
However, when Bu Eun-sul remained nonchalant, she assumed he hadn’t mastered martial arts.
“Repair my sword.”
“For repair requests, please contact the attendant at the Tangshan Railway Station entrance.”
Buunsul added one more thing.
“By the way, all of the men should have gone home by now, and we’ll be open again tomorrow around noon, so you can make your requests then.”
Then he turned and sat back down at his workbench to hammer away.
The white man looked at him blankly and said with a strange smile.
“You’d be a pain in the ass if I gave you a formal request.”
But as Bu Eun-sul struck the hammer without looking up, the man in white smiled bitterly.
“If word gets out that this lady’s sword has been entrusted to you…… from that day forward, you will only repair the swords of the martial artists until your bones are cut.”
“What does that mean?”
The man in white smirked as Bu Eun-sul turned around.
“I am Yeo Hwan-jin, the master of the Jongnam cause.”
A faint glow emanated from the swollen eyes.
Yeo Hwan-jin, the master of the Cause, who has been hiding like a god dragon in the clouds, has finally made his appearance.
“Why did this person come to me?
Bu Eun-sul was nervous inwardly, but said with a naturally virtuous expression.
“You mean the great martial artists of…… that sect?”
“Do you still want to make it official?”
Yeo Hwan-jin smiles, showing her white teeth, and it’s like a breath of fresh air.
Staring at that smile, Bu Eunseol sighed and held out her hand.
“Give me the sword.”
“Good idea.”
Yeo Hwan-jin unsheathed her sword and held it out, and Bu Eun-sul caught it with both hands.
Finally, we can see traces of the Yuun sword method, which is the second most powerful of the three major sword methods.
Sigh.
He drew his sword, and it resounded like a dragon’s cry, emitting a chilling chill.
“That’s a good sword.”
The man in white nodded at Buunsul’s muttering.
“It was forged by a master swordsmith at the Walled Ironworks in Longcheng, Zhejiang Province.”
“But it’s so old, it must be at least twenty years old.”
“That’s right. You’re spot on.”
As she looked down at the sword, a deep emotion flashed in Yeo Hwan-jin’s eyes.
“Master gave it to me for my sixteenth birthday. It’s not a great sword, but it’s dear to me.”
Bu Eun-sul could see why a master like Yeo Hwan-jin would insist on using an old, ordinary sword.
A sword given to you by your master.
He wants to keep this sword for a long time and put it to good use.
“Can you repair it?”
At Yeo Hwan-jin’s question, Bu Eun-sul glanced at the sword once more.
“Different.
Unlike the swords of the Tang Shan Martial Artists he had seen countless times before, this one showed no signs of being different.
There was a flash in Bu Eun-sul’s eyes, but Yeo Hwan-jin didn’t see it because she was standing with her back to him.
“Yes.”
“How much time?”
“Full moon.”
“That’s too long, let’s wait ten days.”
Yeo Hwan-jin said with a determined expression.
“If you delay any longer, I will consider you unworthy to touch this sword and take it back.”
“Okay.”
Bu Eun-sul carefully placed the longsword on the workbench and said with a serious expression.
“Then come back in ten days.”
“Sure.”
Yeo Hwan-jin smiled without malice.
And just as he was about to turn around, he took off like a lightning bolt toward the snow.
Wham!
Ye Hwan-jin’s two fingers in the air were almost touching the puncture point on the back of Bu Eun-sul’s head.
Located on the spinous process of the second cervical vertebra, this is a dangerous acupuncture point where even the slightest misstep can result in dismemberment.
“…….”
But Bu Eun-sul was crouched on the workbench as if she didn’t feel anything.
Yeo Hwan-jin, who had been watching the scene impassively, spoke up again.
“Hey, Yagong.”
Bu Eun-sul looked back in surprise.
“Are you there yet?”
“May I have a look at your hand?”
“You mean hands?”
When Bu Eun-sul gave her a puzzled look, Yeo Hwan-jin said with a solemn expression.
“Show me.”
Staring at the serious expression on his face, Bu Eun-sul was forced to put down his hammer and hold out his hands.
Yeo Hwan-jin stared at Bu Eun-sul’s outstretched right palm.
Calluses on the hands that hold the hammer are common among those who have worked in the forge for many years.
And on Buunseol’s palm, the calluses from the hammer were clearly visible.
“What’s wrong with you?”
At Bu Eun-sul’s words, Yeo Hwan-jin embarrassedly rummaged around in her scrotum.
“I’ll pay for it up front.”
He placed the silver pouch in Bu Eun-sul’s outstretched hand.
“You’ll be happy with that.”
“…….”
He looked down at the sac in his palm and turned away coldly.
“I’ll get back to work then.”
“I see. I’ll do him a favor.”
Yeohwanjin smirked and left the forge.
When he was gone, Buunsul opened the sac.
It contained about forty pieces of silver.
It’s enough money for an average family of four to live comfortably for two months, but for Bu Eun-sul, who earned hundreds of thousands of nyang as a vendor, it’s a drop in the bucket.
“If you hadn’t learned the commandment spell, you would have broken my heart.”
She rubbed the calluses on her hands.
As a trick of his commandment phrasing, he even made a callus to fit it so that no one would suspect him of being a blacksmith.
“You would never recognize it because it was made from human flesh.”
The calluses on Buunsul’s palms were taken from real blacksmiths.
So even the best players couldn’t tell the difference.
“Hmm.”
Recalling the scene of Yeo Hwan-jin’s exit, Bu Eun-sul recalled what Shim Wol had said earlier.
-The Ten Horsemen can never win against the Master of Causes.
Buunsul shook his head, remembering the keening energy behind his back.
“Two years. This was something that needed at least another year.”
After seven years of cultivating the Divine Gong Discipline in the Wulin Sect, the masters of the Great Cause were far superior to the Ten Demon Warriors.
After seeing Yeo Hwan-jin in person, Bu Eun-sul realized that the time gap between them was at least a year or two.
“If you subtract the five days I spent examining the sword, I have ten days left.”
Heat radiated from the pupils of her swollen eyes.
In those ten days, you have to make up more than a year’s worth of difference.