Chapter 71

-There’s a scary new kid on the block!
When you defeated the High Priestess of the Great Council, the rumors spread like this.
But the rumors changed when the postcard, called Nangjungguk, was quickly cut into two pieces.
-He’s a killer!
Who was Nang Joong-hyeop?
Although he was a martial artist from Nangyin who was sold for money, he was also a poet who helped poor children.
A man who had done as much good as any man in his sect, and then murdered for no reason at a political convention?
-Who the hell is that murderer!
The murder of Gyun Gyun, who was completely unknown to Murim until now. Why did he suddenly attend the political congress, and why did he murder Nang Zhonghua?
Rumors of its identity spread with a tail between its legs.
The name was eventually revealed to be Bu Eun-sul.
* * *
“Thank you.”
Ganyang Lu, not far from where the political congress is held.
There, Bu Eun-sul and Black Pyo were sitting across from each other. He had come to see him after hearing that he had cut down a postcard at the political convention.
“You took my word for it.”
“I didn’t take you at your word.”
Slowly setting down her emptied glass, Bu Eunseol spoke up.
“I just trusted my eyes.”
Acid and gnat venom are extremely venomous, even to the human white jungle.
If you were to use such poisons casually, you would be the end of the human race.
“But I’m worried, I never thought there would be this much fallout from this…….”
Black Mark looked around the table, embarrassed.
The area around him was filled with what appeared to be the official martial artists, who occasionally glared at Bu Eunseol in fear.
“If I had found the evidence, none of this would have happened.”
“Never mind.”
Bu Eun-sul drank heavily.
“If you’ve been that bad for that long, you’ll eventually be found out.”
“I can only hope that day will come.”
With a sigh, the black mark reached back for his old gauntlets.
“Here’s your promised paycheck, please accept it.”
“I said I’m not a romantic.”
Bu Eun-sul said with a stern expression.
“It’s not like I did him a favor.”
“But…… it would make me feel better if you could accept this.”
The black marks knew.
The only reason Bu Eun-sul was able to kill Ip Hwa so brutally was because she believed the story that he had committed fornication.
“Please accept.”
Bu Eunseul said, as Black Mark held out his cuirass again.
“If you feel you owe a debt, there’s no way you can’t pay it back.”
“What is it? Just tell me.”
“Stay with me for three years, be my eyes and ears, and then I will consider my debt paid.”
“You want me to be your eyes and ears…… for three years?”
“Yes.”
The Gongsi Siblings may be gone, but the Gusaldei Yuyang Branch is still alive and well.
Buunsul knows all about the beers and information gathering methods used by the Gusalband.
If I wanted to, I could have gathered news from all the branches of the Gusaldean.
“I have some pretty reliable sources. It would be quite helpful if you followed me around and took care of some things.”
Pondering, Blackfyre accepted the gauntlet.
“If it’s three thousand gold coins in three years,…… the remuneration is too high.”
Black Pyo is young, but he is recognized by Dongpyo Seorang.
His specialty is infiltration and juggling, so he’s more likely to be involved in treasure theft and intelligence gathering than combat.
“Can I ask you a question?”
Taking a deep breath, Black Mark looked at Bu Eunseol and spoke in a low voice.
“I’d like to know what school Confucius was from.”
“Why do you ask?”
“If I followed Confucius, I would have to risk my…… life.”
The bloody laughter, Bu Eun-sul, blew the whole note.
“It is Nangyagak.”
“Nang…….”
Black Panther stood up, his mouth agape.
‘Madosenmun…… Nangyagak!
It’s not a slant, it’s not a gate, it’s just a comparison between the ten pillars of the Tao, the ten gates of the Tao.
Nangyagak is home to hundreds, if not thousands, of martial artists who pursue the martial arts alone like wolves.
The young man in front of me was a master from there!
‘It’s worth risking your life for.
Taking a deep breath, Black Mark pulled a piece of paper from his bosom.
“Then use this, please.”
“What is that?”
“It’s a contract.”
Black Mark smirked and scratched his head.
“I need a formal contract with the contractor’s stamp of approval to leave the office.”
Black Mark, who had borrowed a quill from Sahwan, wrote the contract in ink.
He took out the red ink and said to Bu Eunseul.
“All you have to do is get out of the way.”
At her interruption, Black Mark grinned.
“As of today, the contract is finalized, thank you.”
“Take this.”
Buunsul pulled a small pamphlet from her bosom.
“What is this?”
“This is the new law that will make up for your crappy moves.”
“The New Law?”
“I need to be faster and stealthier than anyone else to get my job done in the future.”
When I opened the booklet, I found the texts of the Jingxin Law and the Bo Law.
The handwriting hadn’t dried yet, so it was clear that it was written last night.
“So you were already thinking of hiring me, Confucius?”
Black Pyo smirked, and Bu Eun Seol said, “I’m sorry.
“Just in case.”
“Hehe. I’ll take that, thank you.”
Black Mark excitedly shoved the pamphlet into his arms and said.
“But, Mr. Confucius. I think you should stay out of the audience until the tournament is over.”
The stares of the Murimans that had bothered me earlier were now blatant.
“I don’t think it’s going to work out well.”
Blackness flashed in his eyes as he realized what was about to happen.
“I’ll take care of this, you go ahead.”
“It’s none of your business.”
“This is Dongpyo Seorang. I’m a romantic here.”
Bu Eun-sul didn’t care and got up from her seat.
Then some of the martial artists followed Bu Eun-sul and rose from their seats.
One of them, a middle-aged man with cheeks glowing like apricots and a luxurious beard on his chin, pointed a finger at Bu Eun-sul.
“Swollen Tongue.”
“Who are you?”
“I am Gao Yilong, the Iron Masked Man.”
The Iron Sleeper, Goil Dragon.
He was an ally of the political party who had no tolerance for injustice, and was fiery enough to take matters into his own hands when he saw evil.
But Bu Eun-sul was as deadpan as an old man hawking his wares.
“By the way.”
“But why did you kill the innocent foliage so cruelly!”
“There was a place called Murim, where they killed people according to when they were guilty or innocent.”
“Is that what you call a horse?”
Bu Eun-sul smiled uncharacteristically.
“If it’s sinful or not, that’s fine, because he sinned.”
“Sin? What sin?”
Bu Eunsul looked at the middle-aged man and said coldly.
“He traveled through the land, committed fornication in secret, and assassinated his opponents with vicious poison.”
“Go!”
Ko Il Ryong exclaimed loudly.
“The dead cannot plead, and you seek to defile the honor of one who is already dead!”
“Even the dead can plead.”
“What?”
Bu Eun-sul said coldly.
“Sometimes some men can only be properly judged after they are dead; their names remain fragrant after death, or they stink after death.”
Those who hold power and authority in life can only be properly judged in death.
During the course of her work, Bu Eun-sul encountered this truth many times.
“Please wait.”
Bu Eun-sul said with a solemn expression.
“If Ip Man was really a clean and upright person, his posthumous evaluation would be the same.”
“What kind of nonsense is that?”
Gao Ilong stared at Bu Eunseol in disbelief.
“By your logic, everyone should die before they can be properly evaluated.”
“I didn’t say, sometimes.”
“You talk a good game, but you don’t know one important thing.”
He gave a low snort.
“A sharp sword is more persuasive than a smooth tongue.”
“The sword is mightier than the tongue…… bio that I deeply agree with.”
The corners of his mouth turned upward, and his eyes sparkled with desire.
“Then let’s get to the convincing.”
Boom!
The entire wall of the second floor of Ganyang Lu’s guest quarters has been blown away.
Shortly thereafter, a middle-aged man in a white coat and a group of men fell from the second floor.
It was Go Il Ryong and his companions.
“It’s twice as strong as I expected.
Black Mark, who stood behind her, was speechless at the unimaginable power of Bu Eunseol.
He’s a master who’s been traveling the land for decades. He reduced them to a puddle of blood in one fell swoop.
“Ugh…….”
He fell to the floor, his face covered in blood, his nickname, “Iron Maiden,” meaningless.
Not only that, but the weapons of his teammates around him were all shattered.
“Do you need more convincing?”
The pupils of his eyes were glowing with the light of the Cipherun.
The iron-faced man bit his lip as he watched.
“You are…….”
“Maybe you need more convincing.”
When Bu Eunseol clenched her fist, Gao Yilong’s complexion changed.
“Wait!”
He shook his head, his pride deeply wounded by the way he’d floundered.
“That’s enough…….”
After staring down at Gao Yilong for a long time, Bu Eunsul turned around and spoke in a low voice.
“Good.”
Papapap!
After sticking a bundle of slips in the door of the guest house, Bu Eun-sul said to the governor of Ganyang Lu, who had jumped down in a huff.
“Spend it on repairs.”
“……isn’t that too much?”
Black Pyo, who had left the room with Boo Eun Seol, said with a worried face.
“The Iron Masked Man is a man who is familiar with the old guard of the political factions, and since you have reduced such a man to a bloody mess without mercy…… there will be plenty of repercussions in the future.”
“It’s the other way around.”
“What?”
“You should never mess with people who mess with other people’s business.”
Bu Eun-sul said with an expressionless face.
“You have to stomp them so hard that they can’t stand up to you, so they don’t try again. That’s the way it works.”
“If you step on it, they can’t argue?”
“Handled properly, it’s a constant source of contention. There’s a whole line of elders lined up to teach the newcomer a lesson.”
For a moment, Blackpaw envisioned a bunch of elderly political party members with their mouths full of nagging questions.
“Pooh.”
Black almost burst out laughing.
But Bu Eun-sul’s side face was too grim to laugh.
“But this will show you that if you challenge me, you will risk your honor and your life.”
“……Yes.”
Black Mark has been a romantic since childhood, but he hasn’t yet developed a sense of martial values.
But Bu Eun-sul had her own values and philosophy, as if she had already been a powerhouse for decades.
“But if you go that route, won’t you just end up with enemies everywhere?”
“Even better.”
“What?”
“The more enemies you have, the more opportunities you have to improve your martial arts.”
With those words, Blackpaw suddenly realized something.
“Confucius is trying to overturn the whole of the Martial Arts.
We don’t know why.
But when Black Pyo looked at Bu Eunseol’s sideways face, his heart pounded.
“If you stick around, you’ll have a lot of fun.
Most of the jobs that come into the dongpyo seo are repetitions of risk-taking.
However, he intuited that if he and Boo Eun Seol followed through, Black Pyo would be able to see a wider world that was different from the one he had been living in.