Chapter 204

Chapter 204

Bu Eunseol’s eyes narrowed as she looked up at Dokminggak.
“I don’t understand this.
The war has always been a battle between successor candidates.
But to organize such a gathering at this time? Do you mean to tell me that this Dokmyeonggak is going to hold a non-martial arts competition?
“You’re already here.”
Standing in front of the Dokmyeong Pavilion, Hyuksojin stopped walking.
He is not a candidate for succession.
I just knew something big was going to happen, so I went to Dokmyeonggak. I hoped it would be of some help.
“Take care. Brother.”
Buunsul nodded, knowing how he felt.
“I see.”
As Bu Eun-sul entered the front of the Dokmyeong Pavilion, one of the solemnly standing Weissas stepped forward and clasped her hands together.
“Follow me.”
Muyin carefully led the way and guided Buunsun to the front.
However, he directed Bu Eun-sul to the corridor of the west gate rather than the main hall, which was located in the center of Dokmyeonggak.
After passing through a small flower garden, I saw a small outbuilding in the distance.
“You can go in here.”
Nodding, Bu Eunseol opened the door to the outbuilding without hesitation.
The room is as rustic as a clay pot, with a wide table and shelves lined with books.
It was probably a meeting place for the high command convened in the Dokmyeonggak.
Eek.
He stepped through the door, and the calm air inside instantly condensed into a chill.
A large table was set with steaming mugs of tea, and four young men sat inside.
Bu Eun-sul had taken off her daejoo robes, symbolizing her former daejoo, and was now dressed in ordinary clothes.
On the other hand, they were dressed in colorful, luxurious robes that could be seen from a distance.
The legitimate heirs of the Madonna and Child were finally gathered together, all of whom had been recognized by Mazen as potential successors.
Four pairs of shaped eyes.
Bu Eun-sul stared at the four men with a glare.
Suddenly, a tension swirls inside you that feels like the sky is falling and the earth is shaking.
“Strong.
Buunsul realized something new.
They are strong.
Just like yourself, who has been through many trials and tribulations along the way.
‘So you’re the true heir to the Madoffs.
They were all naturally gifted and received excellent education from an early age.
Not only that, but you’ve probably cut yourself to the bone to constantly improve your skills.
And given his status as the long-overdue heir apparent to the legacy……
It’s not just martial arts, but in many ways, it has far more benefits than Buunsun.
Jumbled.
Buunsul moved to the table.
Then the air inside became even more toxic.
If someone moves a finger, it feels like a bloody fight is about to break out.
Eek.
Bu Eun-sul sat down in the empty seat with a nonchalant expression.
The tense atmosphere quickly dissipated, and the air, which had been as heavy as lead, became peaceful again.
“You came after all.”
The long silence was broken by Chen Lin sitting across from him.
“I was hoping it wouldn’t come to that.”
Dao Tianlin.
He hasn’t come out and said so.
But he’s been manipulating people and working behind the scenes since the beginning of time. And he always has a relaxed, laid-back look on his face.
It’s like you’re the mastermind, orchestrating everything to your liking.
“It’s been a while.”
Bu Eunseol greeted her with a coy smile.
“The hospitality from Hematologic Degree was well received.”
“…….”
“Though it may not have been your hospitality.”
“My tomboy sister is embarrassing her brother.”
Dao Tianlin sighed, as if he had seen that coming.
“His behavior was out of my hands a long time ago.”
From Dao Tianlin’s point of view, the raid he orchestrated was a disgrace to his reputation.
I’m smiling, but the smile is gone from my face.
“Nanyagak, Buunsul.”
At that moment, the man sitting across from Dao Tianlin looked directly at Bu Eun-sun and said.
“I’ve been looking forward to meeting you for so long, and here we are.”
Not only was his hair very clean, but his eyes and voice were clear, and he looked like an innocent child.
Moreover, sitting across from the decadent beauty of Tao Tianlin, it evoked a strange feeling.
It was as if a god had created Dao Tianlin, and then created his opposite.
“Who are you?”
In response to Buunseol’s question, Sana bared her white teeth. She smiled and clasped her hands together.
“I am Wei Ji Hye-sang, the successor to Hua Wu’s sword.”
Surprisingly, the successor to the First Swordsman was a beautiful young man with such delicate lines.
When her gaze met Bu Eun-sul’s, she folded her eyes like a half-moon.
“Mr. Gumma told me so many stories of the Bu Xiaoguo.”
Swollen Snow squinted her eyes.
Gumma Revolutionary Army.
When Bu Eun-sul refused to enter the Hwa-woo checkpoint, he complied and demonstrated his intangible intelligence.
If it hadn’t been for the highlighter, he would have suffered irreparable internal injuries.
To mention the regards of such a man, in front of his own face?
“And you are the sole practitioner of the Heavenly Lightning Sword Technique, the sole practitioner of the Heavenly Lightning Sword Technique.”
“Only?”
“Oh, I guess you didn’t know.”
Wei Jiehaisang smiled brightly.
“The lightning-quick, lightning-quick style of the Tian Tang Lord…… whose essence is only taught to Bu Xiaohua.”
It was then that Buunsul realized.
He wanted to know why the Sword Demon Army was so angry with him, and why Tian Yun Guang had been punished so severely for passing on the Lightning Invincible Technique.
“Was that it.
When Bu Eun-sul’s expression turned somber, Wei Ji Hye-sang continued with an even more innocent expression.
“Oh, don’t get me wrong. I’m just telling you what I’ve heard.”
“No problem.”
Bu Eun-sul smiled and nodded.
“Because it’s all true.”
Even if it was said with malice, Bu Eun-sul couldn’t help but laugh.
Not only Tianyun Guang, but also Qin Gak, who was the head of the Beginner Pavilion, had taught Bu Eunseul the Basic Sword Technique.
He also met Dan Tianyang, an elder of the Hua Wu School of Swordsmanship, who taught him the art of Ascension Swordsmanship.
Although it’s a process that’s been done to death……
Bu Eun-sul owes a lot to Hua Wu’s work.
“That’s funny. One would think it was for socializing with the ten horsemen.”
The man sitting to her left snorted.
His eyes and prayers are as sharp as a knife, but his clothing, on the contrary, is very loose-fitting.
Bu Eun-sul could tell at a glance that he was the heir apparent to the Kuksalgak.
Salsu wear wide-armed clothing as casual wear. They can create secret pockets and hide many mnemonic devices.
“What’s the point of setting a date already, Dragon Red Rain?”
The young man sitting next to Yongliangbi, the heir to the Extremely Militant Kak, smirked.
He had long, unruly hair and very large hands.
He was the successor to the Emperor, Xin Downgrade.
“I’ll never see the author again anyway.”
It’s subtle.
Around the time the swollen tongue raised an eyebrow,
Jumbled.
Low footsteps sounded, and the door to the spare room opened.
And in walked an elderly man with a close-cropped haircut.
The ubiquitous old man who looks like an old man, but is actually a master of frightening magic.
He was the former head of the General Commandery, Yue Hyo-tian, who held the position of one-man below and ten-thousand-man above.
“We’re all here.”
Ip Man smiled as his gentle eyes swept over the candidates for succession.
“It’s refreshing to see all of the heirs of the Madhyamis gathered together like this.”
There was an unreadable regret in his expression.
He’s been with the Demon Emperor his entire life, so perhaps he’s remembering his past as a potential successor to the Demon Emperor.
“The future of the temple is in your hands.”
Suddenly, Buunsul felt strange.
Apparently, a candidate for successor could designate not only the Ten Doctrines, but also the Senate and the Heavenly Court.
But why did he only call the heirs of the Ten Commandments?
At that moment, Ip Man spoke in a low voice.
“To be my successor requires talent and qualifications to lead the entire Order, and you have passed the test I have set for you.”
He paused for a moment, then spoke again.
“So from now on, assuming you’re my successor, I’d like to find out what you’re capable of.”
King Am nodded toward the back.
Then a man with a large wooden box approached carefully and placed it on the table.
Duck.
When Ip Man opened the chest, he found a pile of spies inside.
“There are a lot of things written in these notes that will have to be dealt with by his successor in the future.”
He glanced at the mole in his necklace and spoke in an almost inaudible voice.
“And all you have to do is pick one of the things listed here and take care of it.”
Then the samurai in the city began to carefully open the chest, one by one.
“Is there a deadline?”
Bu Eun-sul asked, and Ip Hyo-chun nodded.
“None of this is a quick enough success to set a deadline for. Even knowing whether they succeed or fail…… will take a long time.”
He added a word of caution.
“But if you succeed faster than everyone else, that has its own benefits.”
In short, the sooner you take on a task, the better your chances of becoming a successor.
Moo-in puts the spy on the table,
“This might be good.”
Quickly inspecting the spies, Dao Tianlin quickly picked one up.
“No job is too big for the family to handle.”
While his attention was focused on Bu Eun-sul’s question, he had read the spy’s contents in a split second and used it to his advantage.
I even switched the order of the moles on the fly so I didn’t know which one I had picked up.
“You sure have the quick hands of a cattleman with a high blood pressure.”
Wei Ji Hye-sang nodded in approval.
“They’re not in any particular order, so you’d better find the one that works in your favor and pick it quickly.”
Then the volumetric ratio snorted.
“Hmm. Who cares what they choose, as long as I get my job done.”
And he picked up a single spy on the table.
-To process all twelve zodiac signs.
Twelve.
They’re a group of fixers who take care of all the dirty work of accounting and finance.
They’ll do anything for money, and in a way, they’re a lot like the unscrupulous Salarians.
And Mazen has been trying to deal with these twelve for a long time.
However, the Zodiac is a mucous membrane organization and is closely connected to the lower classes of the underworld, making it difficult to eradicate.
“Indeed! An ultra-lethal sect called the Master of Killing would be an advantage in dealing with the factions cowering in the underworld.”
Wei Ji Hye-sang hadn’t forgotten her admiration for the others whenever they chose a mole.
Xin Daoyunhui, who was watching, revealed a subtle expression.
“Wouldn’t it be to my advantage to pick sooner rather than later? Am I being too generous?”
“I don’t know.”
Wei smiled.
“If it’s not your first choice, it’s probably not a bad idea to pick it after you’ve seen what everyone else has chosen.”
Xin Daoyunhui’s eyes lit up when he heard the answer.
Even if it seems like she’s just thinking about nothing, she’s making frighteningly cold judgments.
“But it’s not something you do with your head.”
Withdrawing his gaze from Wei Ji Haisheng, Xin Daoyun Hui carefully examined the spy and lifted up an item.
It contained a mission to resolve small and medium-sized factions that had been incorporated into the Mazen but were unable to integrate.
“You picked a really hard one.”
Once again, Wei Ji Hye-sang had words of praise, and they weren’t empty words.
Solving the inherent problems of the factions and making sure they fit into the coalition that is Mazen.
In other words, it was about running a sect and expanding its power.
And that’s harder than taking down a single faction.
“You picked something that’s not easy.”
When even Ip Hyo Chun threw in an exclamation, Xin Downgrade smiled faintly.
“I’m not very good at martial arts.”
He may talk the talk, but he is the heir to the Demon King’s palace, a man who can stand toe-to-toe with the best of them.
Shin Do-Woon-Hwi, too, is a seemingly ordinary man, but it’s clear that he’s a genius who hides his skills well.
At that moment, Bu Eun-sul, who was approaching the area where the spy house was spread out, suddenly turned her head and looked at Wei Ji Hye-sang.
“Are you still willing to give up the order?”
“Sure.”
Then Bu Eun-sul smiled coldly.
“I’m not picking today.”
“What do you mean?”
Bu Eun-sul glared at Wei Ji Hye-sang.
“The Commander-in-Chief said there’s no deadline for this job……, so I guess that also means I don’t have to pick a mission right now.”
At that moment, Yong Lianbi and Xin Doyunhui’s complexions changed, while Dao Tianlin’s smile remained unchanged.
Wei Ji Hye-sang’s ruse and this blind spot was something that he was aware of.
Still, you’re the first to pick a mole……
Perhaps he chose the most lucrative mission from those listed here, and one that he could easily handle.
“I’m not going to pick on you, either.”
Wei Ji Hye-sang’s eyes twinkled.
Having recognized such a blind spot, Bu Eun-sul thinks that he will pick up the mission again when no one else is around, or wait and see what happens.
“No, I’m going to choose now.”
But Bu Eun-sul shook her head.
“Because no one should get to pick this mission.”
At that, Wei Ji Hye-sang blinked.
No matter how you look at it, none of the missions were easy or coveted by other successors.
Eek.
Walking up to the concubines, Bu Eun-sul didn’t hesitate to choose one.
At that moment, the atmosphere turned chilly.
Even Ip Man’s expression hardened as he watched wordlessly.
This was written in the spy book that Bu Eun-sul had chosen.
-Kill a member of the Seven Deadly Sins faction.