Chapter 201

Chapter 201

Bu Eunseol opened the door to reveal Shibi, a mysterious spirit with his head bowed deeply.
She has a beautiful face but no makeup, and her body shakes slightly.
Despite his languid voice, it was clear that this was his first time taking a bath.
Bu Eun-sul, who had gotten the full picture, sighed.
“That’s fine.”
“Mr. Confucius.”
“Don’t worry, go home.”
Bu Eun-sul knew what Shibi was thinking.
“I’ll speak to the owner myself, and you’ll never be penalized.”
“Gam, thank you. Interpersonal.”
He bowed his head deeply and walked away, seemingly relieved.
Hearing the light footsteps, Buunsul sighed.
Qin Yu Hua would have thrown in a bunch of dragonflies to make herself look good.
“I can’t help it, he’s a man of the old guard.
Not knowing when he’ll die, Gusal-dae, like Salsu, has no hesitation in embracing women.
With a bitter smile, Bu Eunseol dried herself off and stepped out of the hall.
The world is silent and the moon is alone in the sky, illuminating the land.
As she gazed into the moonlight with deep eyes, Bu Eun-sul looked toward the roof of the opposite pavilion.
“Hmm.”
And said in a low voice
“I can’t sleep.”
Percussion.
At the same time, a shadowy figure landed on the ground from the roof of the pavilion. It was Hyuk Sojin.
“Brother.”
In his hand he held a large calabash.
While his men drank and rested, he was up on the roof of the main hall, drinking alone.
“I’m just frazzled.”
Hyuk So Jin looked down at the empty calabash and smiled bitterly.
“I’m about to go into the arena, and I’m wondering if the same thing will happen again.”
Hyuk So-jin was unable to handle the aura of the Demon Emperor and had to turn back in front of the castle gate.
As the heir to the Immortal Realm, it was a humiliating event that he would never forget.
“Don’t worry. If you see the Great Spirit this time, you’ll be able to handle it.”
“How do you know that?”
“Because you’ve grown again.”
“Yes, but why can’t I feel that for myself?”
Hyuk Sojin looked very disappointed.
“I guess I’m still a long way off.”
Bu Eunseol, who was watching the scene, smiled faintly.
In the past, when he had returned to Nangyagak after taking care of Kang Ho’s affairs, he had made great progress in the Mu Gong Jing Sutra, but hadn’t realized it.
-……When one has mastered this understanding, even the phenomena and changes within one’s own body can be identified and resolved. Those who have reached such a level are what we call masters of martial arts.
Bu Eun-sul recalled what Dan-cheong had said to her in the past.
“I, too, only realized this after I asked the Great Lord of the Sun and the Great Lord of Fengyun to teach me.”
“What do you mean?”
“It is only the masters of taxation who can detect the phenomena and changes in their own bodies.”
Bu Eun-sul explained in detail to Hyuk So-jin the realizations she had gained from Dan-cheong and Baek-yeon.
“I see.”
After listening to the story for a while, Hyuk So-jin nodded with a smile on his face.
“I really didn’t know.”
Hyuk So-jin, who had been clapping and cheering, suddenly had a dark look on his face.
“But you know what? There’s one more reason to be upset.”
“What do you mean?”
“Hasn’t your brother always been a bloodthirsty god?”
“So.”
“But when I took Mubondae with me this time, I couldn’t ignore the fact that…… is still a head.”
Hyuk Sojin continued with a solemn expression.
“I’m worried that the others of the Madonna and Child’s Gate will come with a large army to target my brother, and there are no limits to the fighting between successor candidates.”
The Ten Commandments are no small matter.
If they come with the right troops? Even if Wu Gong is many times stronger than he is now, he will be unstoppable.
“Of course it could be.”
Bu Eun-sul said sheepishly.
“But we’re not going to bring in a big army. If they tried, they’d bring a battalion or a squadron.”
“That can’t be right. Your brother has destroyed several squadrons of the Magus Ten Thousand by now, why would they make the same mistake again?”
“Because all the heirs of the Ten Commandments are proud.”
Buunsul said firmly.
“If a white knight or a hellblood or a commando fails, they’ll think they’ll never fail.”
“Do you think so?”
“Maybe.”
“Good, then.”
Even with the assurance, Hyuk’s expression wasn’t bright.
Unattended premonitions.
It’s a gut feeling that only those who have been through a series of life-and-death battles can feel.
“Now that the crews have recovered somewhat, they should be able to return to work quickly.”
Turning around, Buunsul spoke in a low voice.
“Rest, for as soon as it is light, we will return to the battlefield.”
“I see.”
With a calabash slung over his shoulder, Hyuk So-jin walked out of the hall with a smile on his face.
But that plan eventually fell through.
For at dawn, a group of shabbily clad men gathered in front of the Silver Castle.
Sojin Hyuk’s intuition. It was an uncanny fit.
Profit.
The gates opened to reveal a solemn procession of martial artists in strange, glossy black robes.
Their entire bodies radiated a constant sharp energy, and they wore sheathed swords at their waists.
Bu Eun-sul’s eyes flashed as she stared at the masked drones.
This was because the sword had a very narrow blade hanging from it.
Bloodstained Knife.
The Ten Greatest Swordsmanships, the Blood Flame Sword Method, is said to have reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship.
A Blood Flame Master has mastered the system to the point where a mediocre criminal can become a first-rate practitioner.
As a result, the rate of progress in the hands of a talented individual is unimaginably fast.
The Blood Flame Dao, the premier sect of the Martial Empire, which is twinned with the Hua Wu Sword Gate, has its masters besieging the entrance to the Silver Growth Field.
“Hmm.”
The swollen snow has deepened.
The Blood Flame Daoist is not comparable to the White Magician or the Infernal Blood Daoist, and is comparable to the Hua Wu Daoist, the first level of the Dao.
But now that they’ve shown up, they’ve probably prepared for the inevitable.
Tut-tut-tut.
Just then, the ranks opened to the left and right, and a muscular man stepped forward.
It has an extremely pale complexion and two sharply slit eyes.
It’s like a sword turned into a person.
“It’s Tzu Il Huang.”
Blood Sea Sword, Tak Il Huang.
A member of the Blood Flame Clan, he is a fearsome thief who is a member of the same teenage clan as his ex-husband, though he has kept his activities to a minimum.
Tak Il-Hwang smirked as Bu Eun-Seol’s gaze was fixed on the masked thieves.
“You’ve heard of the Twelve of Bonn.”
Twelve Dyed Guests.
They are fearsome thieves who will chase down and kill enemies who violate their blood loyalty.
The Ten Thieves of the Ten Thieves, and the Twelve Thieves, an undefeated swordsman who has never failed.
That’s what Blood Salinity had to offer.
‘The Blood Devil and the Twelve Flavors…….’
Something’s not right.
Buunsul is deep in thought when he feels an unknown discomfort,
“Swollen Tongue.”
The middle-aged man in front of him glared at Bu Eunsul’s face and said coldly.
“Give me a choice.”
“…….”
“Return to Nangyagak, or face death.”
Emperor Tak Il looked like the King of Salts pronouncing death.
The Twelve are fearsome thieves who are not only individually at the peak of their skill, but who have mastered the Blood Flame Dao at least five times over.
In other words, even if you wake up from the dead, you can’t defeat the Twelve Immortals.
“You’re talking bullshit.”
Bu Eunseol held out her hand with a grim expression.
“Use your hands, not your words.”
“Whoa, do I trust the guys behind this?”
“Well.”
The king smirked.
“I know. That they are members of the Mubon Battalion, sent on a mission by the Heavenly Emperor.”
Tak Il-hwang has done a thorough background check on Bu Eun-sul.
He already knew that the troops behind the Bueunseol were the Mubondae, the gathering place of the wretched.
“Those bastards were sent by the Demon Emperor to suppress the Maban Gate, right?”
“So.”
“The mission to destroy Mabanmun is over, and I will never risk my life for you.”
Instead of answering, Bu Eunseol drew his sword.
Sigh.
A low gong sounded, and Tak Il Huang snorted.
Thrrrrr.
But when Bu Eun-sul drew his weapon, thirty Mubon soldiers followed him, drawing their weapons as if they had been waiting for him.
“Ho-ho, you’re interrupting?”
Despite the unexpected turn of events, Tak Il-hwang shook his head with a relaxed expression.
“I don’t think you guys have anything to gain by getting involved in a succession fight, do you?”
Then Wei Tianqing, who was covering her bangs, stepped forward and said.
“I don’t care about the succession battle. We just need to protect the lender.”
“That’s amazing.”
Tak Il Hon shook his head.
It’s just a bunch of guys who are extremely selfish and have no sense of community.
And you’d risk your life for a mere temporary lender, Bu Eun-sul?
“You mean you’re really going to…….”
The entire body of the Mubon squadron was spreading life.
“I don’t know what the hell you’ve been doing.”
For a moment, he looked surprised, but then he laughed.
“Not that it would change anything.”
Nod.
He nodded, and the Twelve who had been seated behind his back slowly stepped forward.
Their eyes are all sunken low and there’s no hint of tension, even though they’re facing battle.
They have fought countless battles and have never lost a single one. Their prolonged victories have numbed their emotions.
“Brother.”
That’s when Hyuk Sojin stepped forward with a serious expression.
“We’ll take care of these guys, and you can take care of the big guy with the big face.”
Without hesitation, he rushed to the Twelve and opened his arms.
Pow!
A violet radiance spread out in all directions, followed by a fine, sharp gift that spread out in all directions.
It was a fierce bloodbath unleashed by a new heathen horse.
Chirarararak!
Stomping into the void like a living creature, he quickly disrupted the line of the Twelve Immortals standing behind Emperor Tak’il.
“We’ll take the left!”
With a shout of the Great Heavenly Sutra, Yi Zhao’s men, divided on the left and right, unleashed the Divine Law.
“We’ll hit the front!”
This time, Won Se-moon and his men charged head-on, swords drawn.
“We’ll pick up the slack!”
Then, the three groups led by Zhao Nanchuan naturally surrounded the rear of the Twelve Immortals.
Cha-ang! Cha-ang!
The clashing of armor could be heard, and the battle between the Twelve and the Mubon began.
At first they snickered and brandished their swords, but then their eyes grew stranger.
The Mubon were essentially a bunch of misfits who got worse the more they got together.
But in hindsight, not only was the sum of its parts right, but there was a method to its offense and defense.
Moreover, isn’t it like a white warrior who has transcended the life and death threshold and is fighting without fear?
“Don’t try to win, you just have to hold out until your brother deals with the author!”
Hyuk So-jin shouted, and the men cheered, swinging their weapons more rigorously.
When they saw the members of the Mubon Corps moving in unison, not only the Twelve Immortals, but even Emperor Tak’il opened their mouths in bewilderment.
“What’s going on?”
The Mubon members, who should have been cut down like straw by the Twelve, are taking their time dealing with the thieves.
“They’re the moochers?”
The Mubon guys of today aren’t the dudes of yesteryear.
Not only has his skill level risen, but he has also fought and defeated over a hundred of the elite of the Maban Clan, which is why he has been able to persevere in the face of the terrifying Twelve Flames.
Tak Il-Hwang burst out laughing at the absurdity of it all.
“It’s amazing, in such a short amount of time, you’ve turned a bunch of misfits into elite troops.”
“Where are you looking?”
Then a low voice spoke, and a dull black steel dug into his throat.
Before he knew it, Bu Eun-sul had drawn his machete like lightning and slit his throat.
Bam!
Sword clashed with sword, a clear metallic sound spreading in all directions. At that moment, Tak Il Huang frowned as if he had drunk a strong drink.
The weightlifting power in the heavy sword was so powerful that his fingertips were tingling.
“This guy?
Tak Il Huang’s eyebrows knit together.
“In the meantime, Wu Gong Qin Jing has improved?
He had thoroughly researched Bu Eun-sul, including, of course, her temperamental tendencies as well as her martial prowess.
But doesn’t Buunsul’s Wugong water level seem to be more advanced than when he left Mazen?
“In such a short time, you’ve made another advancement in martial arts.
“Great!”
With the doubts in his head quickly erased, Tak Il-hwang turned up the heat.
Boom!
In an instant, a surge of crippling power surged upward, enveloping Feng Shui’s entire body.
“Let’s play for real!”
Bu Eunsun’s eyes shone sharply as he stared at the pouring Dao River with a serious expression.
“We need to break the ice as quickly as possible.
In the past, the most difficult opponents to deal with in Hell Dao were practitioners who had mastered the Blood Salt Dao.
The more you hit it, the more subtle and powerful it becomes.
If you let your guard down for a second, they’ll be out of control in no time, so you’ll need to take them down early.
Flash!
A four-stranded dao light rained down, and Muk’s sword sliced through the air.
Bourge.
But at that moment, the tip of the dao trembled once, and in an instant, the dao light stretched into eight strands.
Chara-chara!
It was a hail of feces at an impossible angle, but Bu Eunseol’s inky sword struck the eight strands of light with precision.
“That’s good!”
When Bu Eun-sul broke the first move, Tak Il-hwang merely smirked and resumed his move.
“Then stop this too!”
Bam!
A clash of sabers and swords in thin air, and Bulti leapt up.
Sword and Shadow.
The sword qi everywhere was filled with a chill as the dao and sword techniques poured out at lightning speed.
As a result, the air seemed to have been sucked out of the place where Bu Eun-sul and Tak Il-hwang were standing.
Chirrrrrrrr!
As the two men close the distance as promised, weapon after weapon clashes again.
“This is where the game is played.
It’s not all about visible herbivory either, as the more herbs you spill, the exponentially more powerful it becomes.
Boom!
A vortex of qi surged out from her body as she energized her inner ball.
Fast and furious.
The idea is to cut down the tak-il-huang as quickly as possible with all your might.