Chapter 169

Chapter 169

Swollen Snow looked at the snowy bounty and replied dryly.
“I wove it because I needed it.”
“Needed?”
“There will be a time and place for this, right?”
“Are you trying to joke with an old man?”
A black mist billowed from his entire body.
Although he had reached the peak of his powers, his uncontrollable rage was unleashed, and he combined his Black Demonic Qi with his flesh.
“If you say one more bullshit thing, I’ll bash your head in right now.”
Sighing deeply, Buunsul didn’t answer, but instead grabbed a saw and hammer and began to trim the tree.
Ewww. Wicked.
With each delicate touch, the tree changes shape.
It’s almost magical to watch a plank of a certain thickness being created with each movement.
Tuk Tuk Tuk.
As you glue the planks together, a curved tube gradually forms.
His eyes were so serious as he worked, like a skilled carpenter who has been building coffins all his life.
“This is…….”
Gongbaek Hyuk’s eyes gradually narrowed as he watched her weave the coffin in silence.
He sensed something in her eyes and in her touch.
“You’re just going to let him get away with it?”
Raising his hand to restrain the surplus, Heng Gongbaek spoke in a low voice.
“Hold on a second.”
Hyuk Gong-baek remained motionless in his seat for a while, carefully observing the swelling.
“It was.
Buunsul didn’t “just” make coffins.
Carefully and meticulously. He was weaving the coffin with all his might.
“This coffin…….”
Taking a deep breath, Hyuk Gongbaek approached Bu Eunseol and spoke in a low voice.
“…… doesn’t look like it would work for Nobu.”
He was nearly as tall as Buunsul, who was well over six feet tall.
But Bu Eun-sul didn’t even look at him, just continued to trim the soft wood.
“Anything over six coffins will have to wait.”
“I see. I see.”
Nodding happily, Gong Bai Huo turned and walked back to Feng Ye Liang.
“Let’s go back now.”
“What?”
Abundance pointed to the swollen tongue as if he didn’t understand.
“You mean you…… would stand by and watch what that guy is doing?”
“You can’t feel it.”
“You don’t feel it?”
Gongbaek Hyuk said with a bitter expression.
“Then shut up and watch him weave the coffin for a while. Then you’ll know.”
“What?”
“Me, I’ll go back first.”
He also spoke warmly to Bu Eun-sul.
“Good luck then.”
Bu Eun-sul was too focused to answer, trimming the soft wood.
Seeing that, Hyuk Gongbaek smiled faintly and turned around without delay.
Feng Yunliang was dumbfounded and could only stare at the back of Heng Gongbaek’s head.
* * *
In Dowonhyang, the story of the snowfall began to spread again.
-That young man from Nanyagak. He said he was a dyer before joining the martial arts.
-I hear it’s not only good for tubing, but it’s also great for salts.
These rumors came from the mouths of many, many mouths that had been in and out of the Maw of Swollen Snow.
-Him. I know the honor of the dead.
Feng Liang, who had been watching Bu Eun-sul weave the coffin, finally realized.
The old guys who used to rant and rave, but now they’re just quietly retired.
They just go about their day, reminiscing about the past.
He has no children or other relatives who are worthy of his position in the Great Council, and he has no children or other relatives who are worthy of his succession.
In effect, you’re too old to be bothered, even if you have a bunch of younger siblings to take care of you.
-We’re saying we’re going to be responsible, we’re not going to turn our backs on them after we’re gone.
Mado does not honor the dead.
When they die, as they always do, they will be left cold in some nameless wilderness.
There is no one in this world who will remember their efforts for the sake of the Mado Realm.
Of course, when you die, it’s all over, but…… in old age, you can’t help but hope that someone will remember you and want to remember you.
-……and to pass on our lives to future generations.
But buoyancy theory is different.
I’m weaving their coffins by hand, and soon I’ll have a plaque made for them. And when their time comes, we will bury them in a sunny spot in honor of their accomplishments.
Bu Eun-sul didn’t weave the coffins to humor the demons, but to remember their lives and show that she would take responsibility for them.
Actions, not words.
When word of this spread, the demigods residing in the Immortal Realm eagerly revealed their true intentions.
-Well, if we live, how long will we live?
-You came here because you couldn’t die…… but you really only wanted one thing.
A life of no one remembering you after you die.
But now they have someone to honor them and pass it on to future generations.
A figure named Bu Eun-sul is weaving the coffin together with all her might.
Finally realizing everything, the demons of Dao Wenxiang’s anger subsided.
Not only that, but there were gradually people who would visit and speak to the mausoleum of Buunseol, who would weave their own coffins.
* * *
“You’re not supposed to talk, are you?”
The front yard of Mook at the foot of the mountain, in Dowonhyang.
Watching with a grimace as Bu Eun-sul weaves the coffin, Gui Ping-maong’s mouth watered.
“Your hands do the work, not your mouth, right?”
But Bu Eun-sul’s mouth remains tightly shut.
“Have you eaten?”
Rectangle.
“What’s the latest on the warlord front, because we’ve got a bunch of young guys coming in here and they’re not bringing us any news.”
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh.
“Ew! Can’t you just talk to the old man?”
It’s always been this way.
The demons of the Downgrade Town lined up to visit the Mojok, but Bu Eunseol didn’t say much.
You can sit there for hours, but if you get a one- or two-word answer, you’re done for the day.
“What? Isn’t that the one? Isn’t it the one that belonged to the golden blood monster Li Keqiang?”
The eared mongrel narrowed his eyes.
The coffin she was making was three times as wide as a normal coffin.
And there was no one else in Downgrade Town of such magnificent proportions but Yi Yun.
“I’ll make it a regular coffin again. You can’t use this one on him.”
“…….”
“Yi Gong, he’s a big guy now, but it’s all because of the Black Poison Magic Gong.”
Thousands of billions.
Suddenly, the frostbite, which had been chopping wood nonstop, stopped.
“If the Black Poison Ball is broken, will it also reduce your size?”
When Bu Eun-sul replied, Gui Ping-maong’s mouth dropped open.
“In case you didn’t know, Black Poison Martial Arts is not a Heng Lian Martial Art that trains the body, but rather, like the Nahan Kang Qi, it transforms the muscles and body shape with Qi.”
“Oh well. I didn’t know.”
But that was it.
Bu Eun-sul didn’t answer, as if she had been mute again.
“Oh, by the way, I was wondering about the martial arts of the Thousand-Handed Poisoner…….”
And then, once again, the answer came.
“You mean the Heavenly Blood Poison Gong?”
“Huh? Yeah, that one.”
‘Hold on. This guy…….’
Suddenly, as if sensing something, Gui Pingmaong greased his tongue.
And they talked a lot about things that weren’t asked.
“Do you happen to be curious about the number of Nobu’s Blood Demon Stones?”
After that day.
Once again, Dowonhyang’s mind was filled with stories about Buunsul.
-That chunk of wood. Now I see you’re a sucker for tales of martial arts, huh?
-What, do you mean, you want to pass on kung fu?
-No, he loves anything about martial arts.
No matter what I said, she was silent.
However, Gui Feng Miao happened to be talking about the story of Wu Gong.
Then the woodchipper’s eyes lit up like a grandson listening to an old story.
-I could chat with that nerd all day, hehehe!
A favorite pastime of old people with nothing to do is telling stories.
As the rumor spread, the demons began to visit Bu Eun-sul whenever they were bored, telling her stories about the martial arts.
“You know what, I learned that when I fought the one who used to be called the Beast God Sword.”
The Yin Mountain Demon Hyo detailed the number of seconds used by the Beast God Sword in the past,
“Back in Nobu’s day, if we met a Faction bastard, we’d start a ball fight, you. Do you know how to push a drink away properly?”
The Fiery Demon had a trick for sending out both Heat and Yang Qi at the same time when he unfolded his Void Threat.
That wasn’t all.
“On social media, Nobu’s nickname was Flying Manli. When Nobu went to the volcano, he stole the riches from under the waterfall…….”
The old men spilled not only their tales, but also secrets they would take to their graves.
“Do you know that the old hag who was once known as Shafalanglang (Silk Flower Langlang) has actually been kicked out of the sword circle…“
Not only that, but they also began to reveal secrets unknown to the Wulin.
Then, when he had nothing left to say, he recited over and over again, even the profound knowledge he had gained while wandering in the forest.
“In the past, when Nobu killed the Unholy Sword, he improvised the first moves of the Blood Sword Line! It’s a little different from the normal Zen methods of the martial arts…….”
The Heavenly Bloodsucker sits on a wooden stool in the mausoleum and chats,
Eek.
Buunsul stopped hammering.
“Can I have a look?”
“Hmm? Hmm? Do you think so?”
Chen Tongxiu jumped to his feet in excitement.
“Wait a minute. You left a debt at my place.”
Buunsul’s mojok was now buzzing like a market bell.
The elderly men began to demonstrate their martial arts in the front yard of the coffin weavers.
“What a treasure trove of knowledge.
He smiled faintly at the constant stream of demons that came to Mojok.
Even if they seemed to be chattering away, there was a lot of their life and heart in it.
In the Mojok, Bu Eunseol is indirectly gaining the profound knowledge that the demons have realized throughout their lives.
“But you didn’t hear the important thing.
Phantom Revolutionary Blank.
His fantastic and overwhelming martial arts skills have earned him the title of Phantom Horse.
He wanted to feel the martial arts of the great master indirectly.
But none of the flying demons here dared to touch Heng Gong Bai or taste his martial arts.
“You’re not eating any rice.”
While Chen Tongxiu went to retrieve the fan, the Red Mountain Silver Demon and the Sun Cloud Demon entered the Mo Jade Pavilion, laughing hysterically.
“What the hell am I eating?”
“I’m eating chestnuts or pine nuts or something from the mountains.”
“Are you saying you’re reproducing?”
“I can’t be bothered to eat.”
Then Red Mountain Eunuch clicked his tongue.
“Tsk tsk. You have no taste. It’s bitter to eat like that at such a young age.”
Then he clapped his hands as if he’d remembered something.
“A little sake to whet the appetite. Nobu has some good liquor, would you like to try it?”
“You mean alcohol?”
Bu Eun-sul’s mouth dropped open as she reacted again to the non-martial arts talk.
“Hahahaha. What’s a bunch of old people doing, picking berries and making liquor?”
In the hands of the Red Mountain Eunma, who had gone to the Hulebaltuk, was a jar of strong liquor.
Then Bu Eun-sul went in and out of the mojok, and in his hand he held a package of papers.
“What is that?”
“This jerky was given to me by the Blue Demon Sword Elder the other day, and it would make a nice snack.”
-To be treated to jerky by this blunt guy!
At Bu Eunsun’s words, the Red Mountain Silver Horse and the Yi Yun Gu Horse looked at each other and smiled widely.
For a time, the minions of Dowonhyang had something to shrug off.
* * *
Yamagawa Sai
This is the residence of the lord of the Immortal Realm, the Phantom Hua.
A steaming mug of tea sat on the table.
Looking down at her teacup, Buunsul was a little nervous.
“I hope you’re not going to ask me what it tastes like again.
Just as Bu Eun-sul’s mind was wandering, the door opened and an old man with a fine white beard walked in.
It was the phantom horse, Heng Gong Bai, the lord of the Immortal Realm.
“That was great.”
Sitting down, Hyuk Gongbaek smiled at Bu Eunseol.
“You’ve captured the hearts and minds of all the people in this town without spending a dime. Heh, heh, heh.”
Bu Eun-sul looked wistful for a moment as Hyeok Gong-baek, who had a kindly face, laughed out loud.
She remembered her grandfather, Bu Zhanyang, who had always taken care of her.
“I’ve heard that you were a dyer before you were initiated into the Ten Immortals. Is that correct?”
“Yes.”
“That’s why you had such a brilliant idea.”
Gongbai Hyuk let out a deep sigh and said.
“In fact, this is not how the people on the ground deserve to be treated.”
He took a sip of tea and spoke again.
“Those who dwell here are the Mazen, and the meritorious ones who made the Mazen possible. But because they are old and sick, they are treated as if they were rejects and not allowed to stay here?”
They are all men who have fought for the Mado.
Even if you’ve been injured and are unable to work or have reduced energy…….
You can’t shed your past glory, but you can earn respect for surviving the fight.
Duck.
Setting down his teacup, Hyuk Gongbaek spoke again.
“But when it’s time to pick a successor, they don’t give it a second thought.”
“…….”
“They know that, and that’s why they’re not happy with any potential successor.”
“Sorry.”
She felt a little sorry for herself.
He, too, was in the category of heir apparent who had come to gain the power of the Immortal Realm.
“You don’t have to apologize. It’s a bad system that came from the top.”
He sighed, then spoke again.
“What other school would honor the old and sick in Mado? To put it another way, it’s only because of the existence of the Mazoku that we’re able to maintain our home base.”
“They’re too strong to be called old and sick.”
“Of course, to you, they may seem like great minds at the peak of their powers, but to the eyes of the top masters, they’re just wounded minds.”
Hyuk Gongbaek smiled bitterly.
“From the point of view of the demons back home, your powers have been greatly diminished by your injuries, and your body is not what it once was. If I were whole, I’d be back in the Senate, but that’s not possible…… so I’m stuck here, and I’m feeling sorry for myself.”
Hyuk Gong-baek shook his head.
“Do you know why Nobu is saying all this nonsense?”
He didn’t wait for Bu Eun-sul to answer before continuing.
“I’m telling you this because if you really intend to be the heir to the throne, you need to know exactly what’s going on.”
After wiping the bitter smile off his face, Hyuk Gongbaek smiled again.
“In any case, you have tackled head-on the problem that has been most frightening and troubling to the minions of this land. They will be more at ease than before, knowing that you will uphold the Lion’s honor.”
Gongbaek Hyuk nodded with a generous smile.
“That. I really appreciate that.”
“Thank you.”
“Okay, then. Now that we’ve fulfilled the first condition, I’ll tell you the landowner’s second condition.”
Looking at Bu Eunseol, Hyuk Gongbaek said with a solemn and serious expression.
“Wake up the old man’s grandson.”