Chapter 37

Chapter 37

It was a clear, cloudless day.
Mo Guang, the gatekeeper at the entrance to the temple, yawned languidly.
“Ahhh.”
Looking up at the sky, he turned to his colleague Zhang Sam beside him.
“When I was busy, I was hoping it would be a little more relaxing…… but now that it’s actually relaxing, I’m bored as it is.”
“I don’t know what you mean. Sometimes I pray that no one will come.”
“Who? You mean me?”
“Don’t you remember? That time.”
At that moment, Mo Guang remembered the carts being carried out of the jousting tournament a few months ago.
The Ten Horsemen Tournament.
The countless boys and girls who had entered the battlefield for it had come out as chilled corpses.
“Let’s not talk about that.”
Mo Guang shook his head.
Although he was a gatekeeper with no talent, he too had entered the palace in his youth with the intention of becoming a great fortune.
Now that he saw all those young people with dreams being carried away in gruesome corpses, he felt an indescribable pain.
“By the way, I don’t know what those who were chosen as the Ten Demon Warriors are doing.”
Zhang Xuan muttered to himself as he looked off into the distance.
“As far as I know, each of you has entered the ten gates of the Magical City to practice the Qinxin Martial Arts… Big shots like us should be able to know this kind of information.”
“Didn’t I say we should stop talking about that?”
Mo Guang frowned and became irritated,
Jab, jab, jab.
In the distance, he saw a shadowy figure walking towards the entrance of the hall.
It was dressed in raggedy clothes, but it had a very good figure and sharp eyes. His face looks like he’s just out of boyhood, but there’s a lion’s air about him.
He is not an ordinary person.
Mo Guangdao has been a gatekeeper for twenty years.
He has devoted all his youth to this work, and his eyes for people have become as good as those of a soothsayer.
“What brings you here?”
Mo Guang was polite, but he maintained an imposing demeanor befitting a former gatekeeper.
“What kind of eyes…….
When he made eye contact with the boy, all of his regal air vanished and his throat tightened.
“I’ve come to see Lord Manbat.”
“You mean Lord Manbat?”
Mo Guang tilted his head at the boy’s words.
Bai Zhen Tian rarely made public appearances, always staying in the depths of the demonic realm.
“He’s not the kind of person you’d expect to find. Do you have an appointment?”
At that moment, Zhang Shan, who had regained his senses, poked Mo Guang in the side and said.
“There are instructions from Manbaxian yesterday.”
-Someone seeking the Lord will come to the main hall within the next few days. Do not ask for his identity, but respectfully escort him to the Great Hall.
“What instructions? I didn’t hear them.”
But Mo Guang was away, so he didn’t hear.
“Never mind you. I’ll take care of it, so don’t bother.”
After pushing Mo Guang away, Zhang Shan scratched his head and said.
“Follow me. I’ll take you to Manbakdang.”
He started to lead the way, but Mo Guang held out his hand.
“Where’s the guest book? You’re supposed to write in the guest book.”
“Shhh. It’s the order of Mr. Gao Hong, the patriarch of the Ten Thousand Bamboo House.”
Zhang Shan whispered and turned to leave, but Mo Guang grabbed his shoulder.
“Don’t you remember not too long ago, when Lord Jinghua told us to dispense with the formalities and not bring anyone into the main hall?”
“Ai, you inflexible fellow, it’s none of your business, isn’t it?”
Mo Guang and Zhang Shan whispered and argued,
“Guestbook, I’ll write.”
When the boy coolly stepped forward with an expression of no malice, Mo Guang politely pointed to the table.
“You can write it here.”
Nodding, the boy picked up a brush and began to write.
-Green Onion…….
As he finished writing, the boy smiled bitterly.
“I’ll try again.”
Shaking his head, he picked up his quill again and began to write.
“Scallions?
Mo Guang looked at the guestbook, and when he saw the words “Zhan Onion,” he suddenly remembered the past.
“The boy who came on the last day of the Ten Horsemen Competition?
Mo Guang hadn’t forgotten that day.
He remembered the pitiful sight of the boy in his robes, who had ripped off his fingers without hesitation with a ‘crunch’ sound, and then bled out…….
“He’s grown so much in the meantime.
Mo Guang rubbed his eyelids.
The little boy who had been dressed in a robe had suddenly become a man of devotion.
“Is that enough?”
Mo Guang sobered up from his thoughts and looked down at the guestbook again.
-Nangyagak, Buunsun.
“Nangyagak!
Mo Guang’s eyes nearly popped out of his head as he looked down at the guestbook.
Mado Ten Doors.
One of the ten sects that supports the Madomurim is written in the guestbook!
“You’ve become a Ten Demon Warrior!
Mo Guang’s heart soared.
The last boy he had guided had finally, against all odds, become a Ten Demon Warrior?
He felt a sense of pride, as if he had played a part in it.
“Xiao, send the postmark to…….”
Mo Guang held onto his thumping chest and bowed respectfully.
“Follow me!”
Bu Eunsul followed Mo Guang’s lead and slowly walked into the courtyard.
“This feels strange.
This was a new feeling for her as well.
When she came here, she was just a lowly martial artist who didn’t know any martial arts, and now she was a full-fledged member of the Nangyagakkak, strolling proudly through the courtyard.
‘Am I the only one who has changed?
The temple was still magnificent, with a solemn atmosphere.
Just like that day.
“This is the Manbakdang.”
When they finally arrived in front of the Manbat Hall, which was built near the Demon Lord’s vow, Mo Guang bowed.
“If you go inside, someone from the Manbat Hall will guide you.”
Bu Eun-sul nodded slightly and walked into the hall.
Mo Guang gently clasped his hands together as he watched Bu Eun-sul’s back.
He wished the boy, who had survived adversity and trials, good luck in the future.
“Please, Muyun.”
* * *
Manbakdang.
The brains of the warriors, the Manbakdang is a gathering place for talented martial artists, comparable to the General Dictionaries of the Martial Alliance.
The only difference is that unlike the General Dictionaries, where the librarians are only in charge of strategy and tactics, the Manbadang is also in charge of the operation and management of the martial arts.
“The Wealthy Society.”
As if he’d been waiting for her, the young man greeted her lightly.
“I’m Shen Yue of Manbadang.”
Not only was he very handsome, but he also looked about the same age as Fuxue.
Seeing someone her own age, she suddenly realized that Nangyagak was filled with older men.
“I’m Bu Eun-sul from Nangyagak.”
“I’ve heard a lot about you from the master, please follow me.”
Bu Eun-sul followed Shen Yue’s lead and went inside, only to find the iron gate firmly closed.
“Master Tang. This is Shen Yue.”
Shen Yue spoke in a very respectful voice in front of the iron gate.
“Vice Lord Xiao Hao of Nangya Palace is here.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the iron gate opened with a drumming sound.
Judging from the heavy sound, it seemed that it was not opened and closed by humans, but by a special mechanical device.
“Welcome.”
Inside, I saw bookshelves filled with books, and behind a wooden partition was an office with a table and a quill.
And in front of him sat a middle-aged man with a clean-cut appearance.
It was Baek Jeon-chun, the master of Manbak Dangju.
“You’ve become more devoted to prayer in the meantime.”
Bu Eunseol looked puzzled.
Bai Zhen Tian was not of low status, and his intelligence and shrewdness were as good as any other master.
So why would he be so polite to a child like her?
“Fufufufu, there’s no particular reason, it’s just a habit.”
Bai Zhenchuan, who had sensed Bu Eunseol’s true intentions, said casually.
“Unlike the Martial Masters, they don’t tend to place a lot of importance on the masters.”
“In the main sect, outstanding masters are highly prized and valued.
But in the Mazen, martial artists were considered weak and intellectual.
This was partly due to the unique atmosphere of the martial arts, which worshipped the weak and the strong.
“Bu Eun-sul of the Nangyagak, I greet the Lord of the Ten Thousand Nights.”
After regaining his senses, Bu Eun-sul bowed respectfully to Bai Zhen-tian.
She had known him since the Tournament of the Ten Horsemen, and he had been instrumental in saving her life along with Liu Lianyung.
“The Ten Demon Warriors of the Nangya Palace are too polite.”
Bai Zhen Tian smiled mischievously.
“What do you think? I’ve heard that the Nangya Sect leads a unique lifestyle, unlike other sects.”
“For me, it’s just as well.”
“I’m glad to hear it.”
He smiled, then his eyes deepened as if to get to the point.
“I assume you’ve heard all the stories?”
“Yes, sir.”
“This is a very troubling situation for our city. We can’t just ignore the demands of the Magisterium.”
Bu Eunsun knitted her eyebrows together.
He had been in the dark about the situation in the Martial Realm, so he didn’t know much about the relationship between the Magisterium and the Magisterium.
“Isn’t the Magus and the Ten Commandments two different things?”
“The Nangyagak must still be indifferent to the situation in the Martial Realm, seeing as how they don’t even talk about the Ten Demon Warriors.”
Bai Zhen Tian smiled and spoke again.
“The Ten Demon Warriors is an alliance of the Ten Demon Sects. They are inseparable, but they are also not one body.”
When Bai Xiaochun made a puzzled expression, Bai Xiaochun spoke again.
“Normally, you would have risen to the position of martial lord from one of the ten martial clans, but you are not from one of the ten martial clans, and not all of them have a favorable opinion of martial lords.”
From Bai Zhen Tian’s explanation, Bu Eunsul was able to grasp two key points.
That the majeon and the ten masters, who stand at the pinnacle of the martial forest, are merely partners.
And that not all of the martial arts factions are envious of the alliance.
“And, to be honest, the plan for the Ten Magi is only ‘former’ in name. It’s not about choosing a successor to the Ten Magical Doors. It’s only about creating ten sharp swords to deal with the faction’s opponents.”
Bu Eunseol’s expression remained unchanged.
He had already expected that much.
“You’re not surprised.”
Bai Zhen Tian smiled.
“In other words, the Ten Demon Warriors’ Competition is a plan that was created by the Martial Emperor against the Martial Alliance’s Cause. Most of the original ten magical masters rejected it.”
Bai Zhen Tian smiled bitterly.
“They don’t even need to bring in outside disciples to kill the Great Master, which is why we’re in the situation we’re in now.”
-The current martial artist has no choice but to look at the eyes of the ten masters.
Perhaps Bai Zhen Tian is saying something like this.
Perhaps Bai Zhenchuan wanted to say this to explain why he was forced to call Bu Eunsun, who was training in the Nangya Pavilion.
“I’m fine, whatever test I take.”
Bai Zhen Tian let out a deep sigh.
“By any chance, do you remember the grandson of the White Horse Master, Kang Mu Lun?”
When Bu Eun-sul shook her head, Bai Zhen-tian said.
“He was one of the three who attacked Bu Xiaochao at the end. He inherited the White Demon Lord’s True Divine Sect, but was killed because he looked down on Bu Xiaochao.”
“Are you saying that the three of you attacking together…… belittled me?”
“Don’t get me wrong. I’m well aware of the outstanding qualities that Bu Xiaohao possesses.”
Bai Zhen Tian continued.
“But what’s scary about his methods is that no matter how many enemies he has, he can fight as if he’s facing one person.”
Bai Zhen Tian said in a low voice.
“However, because Kang Xiaochao was fighting with his companions, he was distracted, and as a result, he was unable to see the full power of the Hundred Horses.”
Aikido requires a very precise set of rules and methods.
It’s not for nothing that the martial art of “passing techniques” was invented in Wushu.
“If they fought one-on-one,…… maybe Bu Xiaohao wouldn’t have been able to defeat Kang Xiaohao.”
Bu Eunsul didn’t reply to that, but changed the subject.
“Isn’t the Sect Head here?”
The head of the General Headquarters had been prepared to punish her in order to save her.
If he was there, he thought, he would come to see her.
“He’s out on a mission to take care of some business.”
“Is it because of me?”
“Yes.”
Bai Zhenchuan spoke frankly.
“The Patriarch is supposed to be in charge of the main hall. However, since you abandoned your position as the head of the party and went to Jianghu to take care of business, you’re being severely punished…… in your own way.”
“Why?”
Bai Xiaochun confessed the question that had been in his mind ever since he survived Hell Island.
“There’s no relationship between me and the Patriarch.”
As Bai Zhen Tian stared at her, her eyes were filled with light.
“Then why did you risk punishment to help me?”