Chapter 67

Dongpyo-seo. Originally, it means to wander aimlessly.
In Murim, however, it refers to the Nangin Market in Guizhou, where martial artists make money by selling martial arts.
It doesn’t matter where you come from or what sect you belong to. As long as you’re good enough, you can get a job at the Dongpyo School. If you want, you can even become a ninja in the school.
“The Tung Ping Book Store is organizing a political conference (Jingwu Conference).“
“When you say political conventions, do you mean…… non-political conventions?”
“Sure, but their political conventions are more of a publicity stunt to attract the best of the best and get the various factions to work for them.”
Bai Yan was stunned by Dan Qing’s words.
“Emphasis mine. The dongxia is no place for this child to go.”
“Why?”
“The school is thriving, and not only the sects are sending masters to the convention, but also the Martial Alliance.”
“Well, isn’t that what’s dangerous about going hard anyway?”
Dan Qing shrugged off Bai Yan’s concern.
“It’s not a place to make a name for yourself, but it’s a great place to gain experience, especially since the prizes are so great, and I’ve heard that it attracts a lot of really good players.”
“What is that?”
“It is the Spiritualized Divine Sword.”
“Consular Shinkansen.”
Snowy’s eyes sparkled as she renamed the sword.
“It’s got the word ‘godsword’ on it, so it won’t break easily.
I wasn’t even interested in the original weapon.
However, the new sword method needed a good sword, as it would shatter any sword.
“I’ll go to Dongpyo Seorang.”
“Swollen Tongue.”
Baekyeon looked sad.
“The decision you make now will define your position for the next decade. Choose carefully.”
“Thank you. My Lord.”
Bu Eun-sul bowed her head deeply.
“Thank you for looking out for me, for your concern. But I am a disciple of Nanyagak.”
“Of course, the highest ideal of the main hall is the pursuit of martial arts. But you are to be a great man who will be in charge of the Nanyagak in the future.”
“I know that, and that’s why I decided to go hard.”
Realizing Bu Eun-sul’s determination, Baekyeon let out a deep sigh.
“Okay. If that’s what you think, I can’t help it.”
The corners of his mouth puckered, and he shook his head.
“Do as you please.”
“Thank you, can we get going now?”
Dan Qing nodded at Bu Eun-sul’s question.
“Of course. But you should stop by Master Iron and pick up some weapons.”
“Okay, thank you.”
Clasping his hands together once more, Buunsul bowed his head deeply.
“Then I’ll see you in a year.”
Without hesitation, he turned and left.
It’s one thing to be quick. Once she made up her mind, she didn’t hesitate to follow through.
“Mmmm.”
Like a grandfather sending his wayward grandson out into the wilderness, Baekyeon sighed as if the earth had gone out from under him.
“Emphasis mine. This was something that really needed to be put to rest.”
“Who’s going to stop him from being stubborn?”
“I had to stop him, though, because the only people who can really guide him are the chief and me, right?”
Baekyeon looked uncharacteristically depressed.
“That child could bring the main palace to the level of the Magisterium, and perhaps even become the heir to one of the three factions, which is entirely possible if we start now to make friends with the heirs of the Magisterium…….”
Baekyeon felt so bad for her that she sobbed for a while.
It took more than just martial arts to soar.
A description that will never be repeated. If we can unite the forces, we can stand tall in Mado…….
Like a martial arts fanatic, he was only pursuing martial arts and not looking anywhere else.
“If that kid had any ambition, he’d be standing tall in Madomurim.”
“I’ll stand tall, I just want to stand tall in a different place.”
Dancheng said in a low voice.
“So I’ll take the thorny road, or the roaring hellfire. So I can get stronger…… a little faster.”
“What on earth makes you want to get stronger so badly?”
“Huh, you didn’t realize that, did you?”
When Bai Yan made an expression of incomprehension, Dan Qing looked at him and smiled faintly.
“He doesn’t want to lose to anyone.”
“May you never lose to anyone…….”
Baekyeon was speechless.
Bu Eun-sul is invincible, something that even the absolute monks can only dream of.
He dreamed of becoming an invincible master.
* * *
Dongpyo Seorang was located in the barren city of Guizhou.
One of the lowly, ragtag associations of people who were originally paid to do work.
However, after a change of ownership twenty years ago, it began to flourish.
Shrouded in a veil, Lang Zhu of the new Dongpiao Hall set up a command structure and intelligence organization in the disorganized Dongpiao Hall.
With the right work, the right information, and the right pay, talented sailors began to flock to the platform, which gradually organized itself into a giant sailor federation.
Squeal.
There was a huge crowd of people in a town that normally wouldn’t be crowded.
Political conference (Jingwu Conference).
It doesn’t matter what sect you’re from, whether you’re a Zheng, a Mado, or a Shi. All Murimans are welcome to participate and win prizes.
Winners don’t have to sign up for the class either.
The reason for such an unconventional competition is simple. The reason is simple: the best romantics and martial artists come from all over the world to participate in the tournament.
The Nang people settle down, and the Murim give them work and spread rumors about the power of the Dongfei Clan.
That alone is a huge benefit to Dongpyo Seorang.
Hulu.
Bu Eun-sul was seated at a fine table not far from the hall of the Grand Council.
It’s obvious what kind of guest you’re getting if you’re too cheap.
However, if you enter the high-class seats, you’ll find that it’s not just martial artists, but merchants and others.
They all have their own sources, so if you’re lucky, you can hear a lot of information just by sitting down.
‘Wow. That’s a lot of people.’
The Buunsul in Gusal-dae was as good as Noh Kang-ho’s snowfall.
The ones who caught his eye were the old, worn-out, hordes of warriors.
It was clear that they were not those attending a political convention, but those who had come out of the Watchtower for a special purpose.
“Indeed, it’s a small forest.
Not only do you see the Orthodox defenses, but you also see what appear to be members of the Martial Clan or the Magical Warriors.
Small forest. This is just another small forest.
“Excuse me, sir. Excuse me.”
Just then, a jumsoi cautiously approached where Buunseol was sitting.
“If you don’t mind, I was wondering if you could join us, since we’re all full.”
Advanced seats don’t mean no seats.
In fact, I’ve found that it’s a great way to make unexpected connections.
Bu Eun-sul nodded, and Jumsoi bowed his head.
“Thank you, sir. Musa, please come this way.”
Just then, a young man in a colorful silk robe approached from the distance, chuckling.
“Hahaha. I see you’re still not done admiring Kang Ho.”
He wears expensive jewelry around his ears and neck, and a jeweled loincloth around his waist.
At first glance, he looks like a scion of a wealthy family. He glared at Bu Eunseol and clasped his hands together.
“How are you?”
Bu Eun-sul nodded lightly, and the young man took a seat, speaking to Jumsoi.
“Do you have any good booze here?”
“Of course. We have white liquor made from high quality sorghum.”
“Mmm. Three jugs of white wine, then, and one fried fish. But be sure to scrape the fish well and gut it toward the gills.”
“Okay.”
“And when you fry them, drizzle the oil on their backs so that the skin cooks crisp so that the flesh cooks well.”
The young man seemed to be the scion of a wealthy family and was very detailed and meticulous about what he ate.
“Haha. Isn’t that what you do when you eat, you eat well?”
The young man smiled brightly and looked at Bu Eun-sul.
But Bu Eun-sul didn’t look at him, just ate her food in silence.
“What? That’s not how you eat lotus root and pork rib soup, man!”
The young man who called Jumsoi said urgently.
“Here’s a plate of minced brussel sprouts. Quickly.”
Jumsoi, who didn’t speak English, served me a plate of sloppy joes.
Then the young man sprinkled some sochae on the Yeonwoo bellybutton soup that Daeheeunseol was eating.
“Here, try eating it with this small vegetable, it will make it even more flavorful.”
Ordinary denial of service would not have allowed this behavior.
But for some reason, the young man’s rude demeanor didn’t stop him from scooping up the soup.
“……!”
His eyes widened as he took a mouthful of hot water.
It’s just a little bit of chopped veggies, but it makes the tangy flavor that goes with the meat so much better.
“What do you think?”
Bu Eun-sul nodded instead of answering, and the young man burst out laughing.
“Hahaha, that’s great!”
Just in time, the young man’s fried fish and sake arrived.
The young man gulped down his drink, let out a deep sigh, and spoke to Bu Eun-sul.
“That’s a better drink than I thought. Would you like a drink?”
Buunsul shook his head wordlessly.
“That’s too bad, you don’t seem to enjoy drinking.”
The young man spoke to Bu Eun-sul casually, as if she were an alumni brother-in-law.
“When you’re drinking something this good, you might as well drink three glasses back-to-back without any appetizers, because when you’re empty, you can really taste the flavor, hahaha.”
Bu Eun-sul just chewed her food without speaking.
Normally, I would have stopped talking to him. But the young man was undeterred and kept talking.
“Did your brother also come to the political convention?”
He glanced at the longsword at Bu Eunseol’s waist and continued.
“It was said that even the masters of the previous generation had gathered for this political tournament because the Consular Divine Sword was the prize… I’ve heard that the Murimans are paralyzed by a good sword…….”
The young man’s chatter was nonstop,
Wow!
A loud bang rang out from the corner of the room.
He turned to see two young martial artists surrounding a middle-aged man carrying a moon wheel on his back.
“Sangsan Ghost! You dare to roam in broad daylight!”
Sangsangui Yigok.
He was a master thief and murderer who operated throughout Hebei. But because he traveled alone, and because the Divine Law was so poorly enforced, no one was able to catch him.
“A disciple of the North Gate.”
Yigok smirked at the swords wielded by the young men.
“The Lord of the North Gate didn’t last thirty seconds with me before he was decapitated. How dare you little bastards try to argue with me.”
Slowly, he rose from his seat, his tongue lolling.
“I will cut off your heads and use them as drinking vessels.”
The disciples of the North Gate were perplexed.
In the audience, there were many masters of the political factions as well as the Maido.
I thought they’d raise an arm to take care of the mastoid when they stepped up to the plate…….
To my surprise, they just watched and didn’t react.
“Oops. The disciples at the North Gate bounced the abacus wrong.”
The young man who joined Bu-eun-sul sighed.
“I guess I didn’t realize the unwritten rules of the codex.”
Dongpyo Seorang is a Nangin marketplace where masters of non-political affairs gather.
It was an unwritten rule that no one was to interfere in the affairs of others.
“You’re ready for this, right?”
Iggok bared his yellowed teeth and smiled a murderous grin. He is a killer who has never spared anyone who crosses him.
When Yi Gok pulled out the moon ring on his back, the disciples of the North Gate changed color.
Eek.
He wiped his mouth and stood up, and the young man’s eyes widened in surprise.
“Huh? You’re going to step in?”
The young man shook his head.
Bu Eunseol was a man of great courage, but his body was thin and his sun blood was dull. Even though he wears a sword, he looks like a powerful man.
“Hyung. This is Dong Pyo-seo. Even if I go out, there’s no one to clap for me…….”
Jumbled.
Buunseol didn’t seem to mind.
As he gradually approached the stairs, her gaze naturally turned toward him.
“What are you?”
Lee Gok made a face as he watched the snowflakes coming toward him.
“Are you also a trembler of the North Gate?”
“Get out of the way.”
“What?”
Bu Eun-sul wordlessly pointed to the passage behind Yi Gok’s back.
The hand gesture meant, ‘I need to get out, so move out of the way and don’t block the aisle.
“Hmph.”
Yigok chuckled, slapping his forehead in disbelief.
“Today must be the day of the bloodsuckers.”
Red flesh flared in Yigok’s eyes. He thought Buunsul had deliberately provoked him.
“I think I’ll start with you first, …….”
The song didn’t continue.
Suddenly, you feel a tingle in your neck.
“Uh……?”
I put my hand to my throat, which was covered in a thin layer of blood.
“Why is the blood…….”
Panicking, Yi Gok realized that the sword was in Bu Eunseol’s hand.
In the blink of an eye, he drew his lightning sword and slashed at Yigok’s carotid artery.
“You are……!”
Yigok gaped in bewilderment.
And those were his last words on earth.