Chapter 49

Chapter 49

Not Loyalty.
As a blood-blooded god, Bu Eun-sul entered the Ten Demon Warriors Tournament.
He fought his way through the blood and gore of the battlefields of Sura and finally chose Nangyagak.
Not as a school of martial arts, but as a place he could return to.
“Hahaha.”
Dan Cheng couldn’t help but laugh.
For the other disciples, it was a place to pursue extreme martial arts, but for him, it was just a place to return to.
“He’s truly a worthy disciple of the main hall.
The pursuit of supreme strength, regardless of the dangers, was a virtue that all Nangyagak disciples should possess, wasn’t it?
Bu Eunsul was a disciple more suited to Nangyagak than anyone else.
“Good. However, your stay in the Nine Realms will only be for one year.”
Dan Qing spoke softly.
“If in a year’s time, I’ve improved to your satisfaction, you can quit and return.”
“I understand.”
“Then I’ll make a formal request for you to join the firing squad.”
Bu Eunsul bowed deeply at Dan Qing’s permission.
“Thank you for your permission.”
“But there’s a problem.”
“What do you mean?”
“Your dragon hair is too conspicuous.”
“You mean me?”
Though she didn’t realize it, Bu Eun-sul’s dragon hair was exquisite for lack of a better word.
Her eyes were like flowers made of fire in ice, her nose was upturned, and her skin was pale. The lines of his body were glazed and yet strong…….
Above all, she had an unforgettable, lonely aura that was unforgettable once you saw her.
“Hmph.”
Dan Qing, who had been staring at Bu Eunseol, let out a low snort.
“You are currently the most promising newcomer among the Ten Demon Warriors. However, if you go on a mission to kill people in such a memorable manner, your identity will be quickly discovered.”
He pulled a scroll from his bosom and set it on the table.
On a worn pamphlet, the words “Transmogrification” appeared.
“Even a bast can’t fool a master with good eyesight. However, if you master this technique, you will be able to change your appearance without awkwardness.”
Dan Qing took a deep breath and said.
“Although it does consume a portion of my Inner Gong while it’s being deployed.”
“Thank you.”
Bu Eun-sul accepted the pamphlet, and Dan Qing picked up the stack of documents again.
“You may go. I’ll make arrangements for you to leave at any time.”
* * *
Dong Zhenghao.
Although it is called a lake, it is actually a river; it only looks like a lake because the waters of the Yangtze River flow in and out of it.
The area where there is no distinction between a river and a lake is called Kang Lake, which is the origin of the word Kang Lake, which means Murim.
“Whoa.”
The sound of a green horse’s whinnying echoed as the carriage slowly came to a stop on the Guandu Road.
“We’ve arrived in Yueyang.”
With the coachman’s voice, the carriage door opened, and a pale shadow slowly emerged.
Had he just become an agent? A young woman, well over six feet tall, with long, flowing hair, stepped out.
It was Bu Eunseol, who had officially become a member of the Gusal team.
After coming out of Nangyagak, she was assigned to the secret branch of the Mazen Gusal team located in Aoyang.
The area around Dongzheng Lake in Hunan Province is like the border between the official and unofficial schools of thought, where figures from both sides constantly clash and jockey for position.
In other words, it was a buffer zone where neither the magical nor the martial arts had any influence.
Bu Eunseol was trying to cultivate his martial arts while carrying out his mission in this place where the power struggle between the two factions was fierce.
Oof.
He cleared his throat, and the sound of bones echoed.
“Why didn’t I just come here to practice?
When the martial artists traveled far, they usually practiced their jingxin techniques.
Even Bu Eunsun, who had reached the level of Inner Gong at the age of fifty, could easily cover a thousand li a day.
However, he also read the tips he received from Dan Cheng and Wang Gul, and took a leisurely carriage ride.
“Indeed…… there are many martial artists here.
Upon entering the city, Bu Eun-sul’s eyes sparkled as she looked at the streets lined with straw.
Half of the passersby were wearing armor, and their eyes were expressive.
In particular, the windows of the pavilion that overlooked Dongzheng Lake were packed with people who looked to be martial artists.
“Confucius, why don’t you climb up to our pavilion? The view is amazing!”
A young boy who appeared to be a warrior shivered in front of Confucius.
“Our Jingharu is famous for having the best food in the Near East.”
He looked too young to be called a jumso, but he was quite skillful in his speech and behavior.
Looking into Jumsoi’s eager eyes, Buunsul shook his head.
“I don’t think so.”
“Come on, come on up, we have a thirty-year-old specialty yellow liquor, a specialty of the Near East, and we don’t ask for a tip!”
Bu Eun-sul frowned at that.
A place where decades-old liquor is served, and where servants are given a tip. Wasn’t that a mirage, a place only for rejects and high rollers?
“I don’t think so.”
Bu Eun-sul waved her hand in dismissal, and Jumsoi bowed his head in regret.
“Then, Mr. Confucius. Please come by next time!”
As the boy bowed and turned away, Bu Eun-sul suddenly felt curious.
“So, the Jumsoi are asking me for a favor.
This was a situation she could never have imagined when she was a dyer in Huangzhou.
She wore shabby clothes that weren’t even a robe, and the odor of cigar smoke was still lingering. …….
‘It’s the clothes.’
Bu Eun-sul was now wearing authentic clothes and a long gun made by the Gyeongseong Gongson family.
To conceal her identity, she had dressed up like Han Liang, who had traveled around Dongzheng Lake.
“There was no need for good clothes back then,” he says, ”because the odor of cigar smoke would wear off after a day.
Laughing bitterly, Bu Eun-sul stops in front of a stall displaying a variety of idols.
“It’s not the clothes.
In his reflection, he was no longer a skinny, frail boy.
He had reached his full height and had been transformed into a handsome young man with an air of dignity and nobility.
-The scion of a famous family.
-You are quite handsome. You could be an actor in a light play.
Whenever I pass by the bamboo streets, I can hear the sound of people talking.
Bu Eunseol, who slowly walked out of the streets, shook her head.
“I really need to change my appearance.
During the carriage ride, she had practiced all of the techniques Dan Qing had taught her.
“It’s best not to let the people in the branch know about my original appearance.
They’re all people from the past anyway, so there’s no need to reveal their true affiliations and faces.
After summarizing her thoughts, Bu Eunseol raised her Inner Gong and unleashed an Illusionary Reverse Bone Technique.
Wududuk.
Bones resounded near his jaw and temples, and his skin began to ripple.
Despite the name, it’s not like he could change his face or skeleton at will.
A dragon’s appearance can change with the slightest change in the expression of the eyes or the slightest change in the shape of the face.
In other words, reverse facial osteotomy is simply moving the muscles and bones of the original face slightly to create a completely different face.
Tutu-tutu.
Buun-sul, who moved the facial muscles and bones, raised her head.
The dazzlingly handsome young man had disappeared, and an ordinary young man who could be seen anywhere stood.
By slightly changing the shape of his nose, eyes, and chin, he could change his appearance so naturally that even the most skilled eye-witnesses would not notice anything unusual.
“Let’s go.”
Turning off the main street and into a winding alley, Buun-sul stood in front of an old building at the end of the alley.
It was Hoehyeon Antiquarian Bookstore.
On top of the building, a worn-out plaque with about six characters on it hung precariously.
The faded inscription suggests that the bookstore has been around for a long time.
Squeak.
I pushed open the door with a deafening squeak, and was greeted by the sight of an antiquarian bookstore.
‘Nice place.
Bu Eun-sul nodded as she looked at the grand and spacious interior of the bookstore, which reminded her of a Shaolin temple.
In order to store books properly, light and humidity must be properly controlled.
Inside the antiquarian bookstore, there were only enough oil lamps to barely read the books, and the shelves were filled with high-quality charcoal and salt.
“Welcome.”
As I made my way through the densely packed shelves, a middle-aged man sitting at a table stood up from his seat.
The middle-aged man in the navy blue robes smiled broadly.
“Are you looking for something?”
He was Mr. Shangliang, the owner of the Huaihua Antiquarian Bookstore and the head of the Yuyang Branch of the Nine Sages.
“I’m here to sell books.”
Bu Eunsul replied in her naturally virtuous voice.
Before she came here, she had already heard all about how the Nine Devils Branch operated and how to make contacts from Wang Ge.
“Which book?”
In response to Shangliang’s question, Eunseol took out a booklet labeled “Spring and Autumn” from her bosom.
“Hmm.”
Sangliang took the book and narrowed his eyes.
“You’re too young.
Although he hid his true intentions behind an illusionary mask, Shang Liang could tell that Bu Eun-sul was a young man who had just passed his contract.
“You don’t seem to have any skills.
He clicked his tongue inwardly as he looked at Bu Eunseol’s plain face.
The members of the Extermination Squad are generally selected for their fearlessness and strong experience.
Therefore, the members of the Execution Squad from the various factions were mostly in their thirties. The youngest were in their late twenties.
“Well, it’s none of my business.
Sangliang belongs to the majen anyway.
They didn’t even know which sect they were from. They didn’t need a name or an introduction.
They’re ghosts that don’t officially exist anyway, so they don’t bat an eyelid when they die, let alone recognize their comrades.
“Can you sell it?”
Bu Eun-sul’s words brought Shangliang back to his senses.
The book was in very good condition, but there was a red spider drawn inside the word Chunqiu. It was a sign of the old age.
“Oh no, the book is spoiled.”
Shangliang’s eyes flashed for a moment, then he clicked his tongue.
“I can’t get a good price for it. How much do you want to sell it for?”
“I don’t mean money, I’d like to trade it for another book, is that okay?”
“Hehehe. You seem to really like books. Ma’un.”
At the middle-aged man’s words, a young man who was organizing something inside came out.
“You called for me?”
“Let me show you the ancient books inside.”
“I see.”
Following the man’s lead, Bu Eunseul walked among the shelves for a long time, and finally entered the warehouse where the ancient books were stacked.
The Old Palace.
Once inside, the entrance was closed by a thick iron door.
Meng pointed at the bookshelves and spoke in a low voice.
“This is Meng, the liaison to the Yuyang Branch.”
He pulled the scroll from his bosom and examined it, then nodded.
“For convenience, we refer to the members of the Gusal Division by their titles. You’ll be …… eighteen. Not that we’ll ever call each other by our first names.”
Maun’s expression and voice showed no emotion.
“Open the book and you’ll find a mission, choose one and I’ll explain the details.”
Suddenly, the cowardice was gone, and he looked more like a warrior master.
Even though he’s a liaison, he’s still a warrior. He was not a man to be trifled with.
There were only six books on the shelves, and they were all in pristine condition, as if they had just been recently made.
Sigh.
He flipped open the one labeled Taiping Guangqi, and the words on the front page were all over the place.
-Zheng Ho, the Third Master. Five hundred pieces of silver.
Capture the golden incense burner at the Three Kingdoms’ ancient mountain residence.
“The mission is to infiltrate the golden gate at the Golden Gate and steal the golden censer from the Ancient Mountain.”
Meng began to explain.
“However, I would advise against choosing this mission unless you are familiar with the geography of the Golden Gate area, as there have already been several failed attempts…….”
He spoke at a steady, machine-like pace.
“What’s a spy?”
Bu Eunseol’s question was immediately answered by Maun.
“It’s the number of times a mission has been assigned, either because someone has failed three times, or because no one has been assigned to it for a long time.”
“Hmph.
Swallowing hard, Bu Eunseol looked at the other pamphlets.
The other four books were the same, with missions to kill demons, steal treasure, or use information to disrupt.
As she opened each one, Maun explained the instructions like a machine.
“None of this makes sense.
His brow furrowed, he reached for the booklet once more.
“This is the last one.
Bu Eun-sul looked at the book labeled The Book of Poetry.
-Byung Ho, my old friend. A gift of three thousand yuan.
To the Lady of the Blood Yin Society, to the Lady of the Marriage Hall, to deal with the stone in secret.
“I don’t need to see that.”
Maun blew out a cloudy breath and shook his head.
“It’s an escort mission.”
“It shouldn’t be.”
“Don’t you know it when you see it?”
Maun raised the corner of his mouth.
“The armored squadrons…… of which are selected from the rank of escort and above are usually chosen by experienced soldiers who have served at least three years.”
He gestured to the scope and spoke again.
“He’s been in the ranks for over a decade, and he’s dealt with many assassins in that time, so he can’t be dealt with by surprise alone. It’s not for nothing that the three thousand niangs…….”
Meng didn’t finish his sentence.
A small smile tugged at the corners of Bu Eunseol’s lips.