Chapter 74

Okhobang’s complexion changed.
Suddenly, I remembered what Black Mark had said.
-If you want to watch the whole thing blow up, go for it!
“Bu Eun Seol he…… is the former master of Nangyagak?”
“Yes.”
“Isn’t that enough to make a statement?
The masters of Nanyagak are all superpowers.
It only takes a few to wipe out a powerful clan.
And if it’s not someone else, but a disciple of Nangyagak, then there’s no soup, even if it’s not Dongfei’s, but Dongfei’s wife.
“Nang, why are you the Ten Warriors of Nangyagak?”
He was so stunned that thick beads of sweat formed on his forehead.
“Why would a master of the Ten Doors come all the way to Guizhou to attend a political convention……?”
He mumbled something, and then his eyes snapped open.
“Is it possible that Nangyagak doesn’t like Dongpyo Seorang?”
Musamlang shook his head.
“The Nangyagak generally stay out of the affairs of the martial arts world, and they wouldn’t care if the Dongxiao Clan danced or destroyed itself.”
“Then it doesn’t matter, does it?”
Okhobang said, remembering something.
“Shouldn’t a disciple of Nangyagak rather fight with you?”
“I can’t do that.”
“Why?”
Mu Samrang’s eyes folded into half-moons at Okhobo’s question.
“Because he’s my friend.”
* * *
A bonfire burned in front of a deserted clearing.
Tatatak.
And around the campfire, meats impaled on branches were cooking, dripping with oil.
Black Mark pouted at the sight of the stretched, swollen snow.
“No, why would you leave all your good tableware and eat at a place like this?”
The Near East was full of good houses with skillful hostesses.
But she wasn’t without money. Boo Eun-sul had spent her chit generously, and came here with good liquor and snacks.
“Mr. Confucius.”
“Don’t follow me,” he said, “rest in the guest room.”
“But I have to eat dinner, too.”
Black Mark said bluntly.
“The employer is responsible for the board and lodging of the hired courtier. It is an unwritten law of the land.”
When Bu Eun-sul wordlessly reached for the slip from her bosom, Black Mark shook his head.
“Oh, that’s okay, you bought this much, we’ll just eat it.”
Bu Eun-sul bought a large calabash full of ten-year-old Goryang liquor and enough grilled chicken to feed five generals.
“I didn’t buy it to feed you.”
“No, you mean you’re going to eat all of this by yourself Confucius, that’s really too much!”
Black Mark chattered on, and Bu Eunseol shut up, not wanting to be bothered.
But his silent gaze is somehow tender. As if he’s sifting through memories.
Rustle.
Then I heard the crunch of leaves on my shoes. The light footsteps were clearly those of a large man with a wide stride.
“You kept me waiting.”
Black Mark turned his head, and a cloaked figure in a blood-red robe stood before him.
He’s well over six feet tall, and his arms are very long, like a monkey’s. The glowing eyes on his back were reminiscent of a beast of prey.
“Why is the author here?
Black almost jumped out of his seat in surprise.
The masked man who appeared was none other than Musam-raang, who had abstained from the confrontation with Bu Eun-sul.
“Sit down.”
But Bu Eun-sul waited, gesturing to the seat across from her.
Shake.
Musamlang sat down without hesitation, and Black Mark slid off his seat.
As he got closer, he felt the pain of transparent needles piercing his entire body.
‘Up close, it’s even more amazing.’
“Receive.”
Bu Eun-sul threw the calabash at him, and the masked man slowly removed the mask that covered his face.
Eek.
For a moment, the world seemed to lighten up around me.
Surprisingly, Musamrang had the appearance of a beautiful woman.
Gulp.
After drinking for a long time, Musamlang threw the calabash to Buunseol again.
“That’s a good drink.”
“How are you?”
“Hoo hoo hoo.”
Musamrang laughed.
“When did you recognize it?”
“After being told to abstain.”
“Does that mean you recognized me when you said you were abstaining?”
Buunsul chuckled as he took a sip from the flask.
“You can hide your face, but you can’t hide your voice.”
Buunsul’s smile is unique.
It’s as if the frozen lake has thawed, and a warm spring breeze is wafting through the air.
“How’s that. Hell-blooded.”
Black Mark’s crouching body flinched at Bu Eunseol’s question.
“Mu Samrang is a hell-blooded master?
“Not much. Just eating bizarre poisons and honing my poison ball until I’m dead.”
Musamlang sipped his drink again and smirked.
“I would have rather fought you in hell with your back to me.”
The identity of Musamrang.
He was none other than Seo Jin, who had joined forces with Bu Eunseol on the Hell Road.
Why did he enter the Hellblood City after being recognized for his natural talent for poisonous kung fu?
“Why…….”
“Perhaps he was too quick to complete his solo career, for there were two others marked in his nature to succeed him.”
Musamrang, or rather, Seo Jinha, spoke up as if he had already understood Bu Eunseol’s question.
“When my Poisonous Gong Jing showed signs of surpassing them, the successor powers persuaded the lord of the castle to send me to the Demon Warriors. Ostensibly, the order was to wear the crown befitting of a Hellblooded Ten Demon Warrior, but…….”
Seo Jin-ha gulped down the bottle of liquor again and made a bitter face.
“They must be worried, because if I keep outperforming them, the lord might make me his heir.”
Ten warriors with too much talent.
They had all been under the scrutiny of their successors ever since they entered the gates of the city.
“It doesn’t matter. I’m already in the Thousand Year Olds, so now I’m a member of the Mazen.”
Thousand Deaths, Destruction, and Dark Heaven.
These three divisions are not only home to the best of the best, but also wield a great deal of power.
So when I walked in there, I had a pretty good chance of being recognized by someone high up in the organization.
“The Infernal Lord was kind enough to send you off beforehand, instead of holding on to a saving grace like you.”
“I don’t know. Maybe Sheng Zhu was afraid that it would ruin his plans for the successor to the Infernal Blood Sect.”
Even as he said it, there was a warmth in his eyes and expression when he said the word ‘hell lord’.
In fact, from the Infernal’s point of view, it’s like giving away your hard-earned Saving Martial Arts skill for free.
But the Infernal Lord was willing to let Seo Jin Ha go, and he respected the Infernal Lord for taking care of him.
“By the way, now that I see you, I’m afraid of Nanyagak all over again.”
Changing the subject, Seo smiled broadly.
“What have I been doing all these years to be so strong?”
He felt that the younger Kido was surpassing him in his advancement.
“I was just trying to do my best.”
“Well, you must have a good sense of humor, for a man who could barely say two or three words out of ice.”
“Did Mazen send you?”
At Bu Eunseol’s question, Seo Jinha took a deep breath.
“Technically, yes. The Hellbloods made a backroom deal with the main body, so I’ve been sold to them for a while now.”
“I see.”
With that one word, Buunsul guessed everything.
“No matter how advantageous it may be to hold a political tournament, it’s not easy to give away your new sword to a stranger.”
Seo Jinha asked, smiling bitterly.
“Are you going to the finals?”
When Bu Eun-sul looked at him as if he was asking the obvious, Seo Jin-ha shook his head.
“Forget the projection sword, we’re going to win this tournament anyway.”
“I can’t believe we have a winner.”
“You’re the powerhouse of the Hellblood City in the first place. Why would the greedy Jade Emperor bid for the Consular Divine Sword as a prize? He was going to give it to the Hellblood City anyway.”
Seo gulped down his drink again.
“Your final opponent, Yang Ming. He is the leader of the Hell-blooded Blood Demon Party.”
Wiping his mouth, he continued.
“And I’m here to help retrieve the Consular Sword on behalf of the Viceroy.”
Despite the shocking news, Bu Eun-sul’s expression remained blank.
Staring off into the distance, deep in thought, he spoke in a low voice.
“Did I just break my boss’s orders?”
“Hoo hoo hoo, you’ve really changed, you’ve gone from being cold and heartless to caring about me?”
Seo Jinha shrugged her shoulders in surprise.
“You’ll get some flack, but no punishment. It’s impossible to fight a disciple of Nangyagak as a member of the Thousand Soldiers.”
Seo Jin Ha, who threw the calabash at Bu Eun Seol, said.
“Give it up anyway.”
“Give up?”
“Divine swords aren’t all that uncommon in the realm, and you don’t have to pretend to be a hellbender to get one.”
Instead of answering, Bu Eun-sul gulps down the flagon’s liquor.
In the moonlight, he looks both beautiful and cold.
Seo Jin-ha frowned as he looked at Bu Eun-sul’s side.
“Think it over. If you concede this job, you’ll have a chance to clear your debt to the Infernal and the Lord Lieutenant.”
But Bu Eun-sul is still speechless.
In fact, Jinha Seo knows.
There are no compromises for Bu Eun-sul. He only follows his own path.
He’s a cold-blooded, heartless human being.
“Yes. Who’s going to break your stubbornness?”
If I didn’t know anything else, I would say that Seo Jin-ha was a friend of Bu Eun-sul.
He knows he can’t break Boo-eun-sul’s stubbornness, because he knows him well enough to know that.
“May I say one more thing?”
Taking a deep breath, Seo whispered something in a low voice.
* * *
Boom, hoodoo duck.
A table made of rosewood fell to the floor in dozens of pieces during the binge.
“Nanyagak?”
An eerie voice echoed from the darkened chamber.
In front of the shattered table stood a middle-aged man with a pale complexion and long, slicked-back hair.
He was the Vulture Flying Demon, a hell-blooded blood demon lord.
“Bu Eun-sul, you say he is the ten horsemen of Nangyagak?”
Across from them, a cloaked man in black robes stood by the moonlit window. They advanced.
“Yes.”
“Why are the ten horsemen at the political convention?”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?”
“Who knows the inner workings of Nanyagak?”
Yang Myung’s eyes widened at Seo’s laid-back answer.
“But why did you abstain?”
“The Ten Demon Warriors are disciples trained by the Master himself, you can’t fight them, can you?”
As Seo Jin-ha continued to ramble on, the life in Yang Myung’s eyes shone through.
“You must have been watching the political tournament all this time. Why did you give up without consulting me?”
“Because I was really trying to fight back then.”
Seo Jin-jin’s mouth watered.
“Until I dealt with Seomunkyung, I thought it was worth a shot……, but when I got to the offstage, I realized it wasn’t.”
“Go!”
Eventually, Yang Ming’s temper flared.
“This job was given to me by the parish priest at the request of the Holy Father!”
The name of the blood demon liquor.
He was a man of great ambition and hoped to one day become a general of the Hellblood Province, which is why he volunteered to go on a mission to retrieve the Consular Divine Sword when he didn’t have to.
But Seo Jin-ha, a member of the Hellbloods, almost screws things up by acting without consulting them.
“If I had known that he was the Ten Horsemen of Nangyagak, I should have reported him to me!”
No wonder Yang Ming was so upset.
Although the status of Blood Demon Lord is not high, Yang Ming is still a member of the Hellblood Clan among the Ten Doors.
When Yang Ming competed in the political tournament, all the martial artists condemned him.
-Isn’t this a bit too much of a contest!
A hell-blooded master with Guizhou in his sphere of influence?
It seemed like he was just trying to take the projection sword outright.
Fortunately, new masters such as Bu Eun-sul and Seo Moon-kyung have emerged, and the political competition has heated up, but they are still giving Yang Myung the cold shoulder.
“According to the original plan, this Tang Clan should have lost to the nameless master, Mu Samrang, and come in second place!”
Yang Ming gritted his teeth and shouted again.
“But your behavior has made you look bad even if you win, hasn’t it?”
“You?”
This time, Seo Jin-ha’s eyes flashed red as he crossed his arms.
“Lord Yang. Do you still think I’m a hell-blooded person?”
“What?”
“I’m in the Thousandth, and I’m here to assist in this mission under orders from the Vice Lord, and I have nothing to do with the Infernal Bloodline.”
“Seo Jin-ha, have you completely forgotten the grace that raised you?”
“Nurturing grace?”
Seo’s eyes glowed a deep green.
“How many times did you try to kill me by plunging me into poisoned water to prevent me from disrupting the succession plan, and when that didn’t work, you used the masters of the Seven Poison Pavilions to assassinate me?”
When Yang Ming didn’t say anything, he turned around with a rushing sound.
“I have gone to the Thousand Islands at the command of the Holy Lord, and this is the end of my association with the Infernal Blood Clan.”
He walked slowly toward the door, passing Yang Myung-myung.
“I have forgotten both grace and grudge, so don’t provoke me anymore.”
Bam.
As he left the chamber, Yang Ming’s eyes lit up.
“I can’t help it.”
A light mist rose from Yang Ming’s body, his eyes blazing in the darkness.
Pushes.
The tables on the floor began to dissolve soundlessly as they hit the fog.
A hole in the ground.
“I’ll kill Nangyagak’s dogs first, and then I’ll deal with you, Seo Jinha.”