Beastly and Fearlessly - Chapter 81



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Episode 81

The Battle of Mengju.

The noisy Yongbong branch meeting has ended.

I heard that the head of the Habuk Pengga clan, Peng Ja-ho, has entered a closed-door training period.

According to a letter sent to the Murim Alliance by Dang Yunpyeong, the head of the Sacheondang family, Dang Wimyeong lost his position as the head of the Soga family.

It’s only natural that poison was used in a fight held in the middle of the Moorim Alliance.

Even Baekgajang, once known as the best in the world, saw its status decline significantly after this Yongbong branch meeting.

All of this happened because of one young warrior from the Beast Palace.

“Dam-myeong… … . Soon, the Central Plains will revolve around him.”

The leader of the group, Murong Tian, ​​muttered while sitting in front of a cup of cold tea.

“Your Majesty, this is an urgent message.”

The voice of Patrol Leader Kwak Sang.

His face was recalled as if he had been running towards the battle of Meng Zhu, using some kind of new method.

In his hand was a small, crumpled piece of paper, as if it had just been unwrapped in a haystack.

“This is news from the Gansu branch.”

It is a statue that resembles his right arm.

The one who has been by his side since he ascended to the throne.

I’ve never seen him this excited.

“Gamsuk?”

Gansu, which stretches long from east to west, is located in the northwestern corner of Central Plains.

A place where no special events occur.

So the purpose of the Gansu branch of the Murim Alliance was only one.

Monitoring their movements from their hiding place on Mount Qilian at the western end.

no way……?

He read the small letter with urgent hands.

The leader’s face hardened.

“As expected… …is it a blood sect?”

In response to Gwak Sang’s question, the leader nodded quietly and answered.

“They say that the Blood Cult’s unusual movements have been detected… … .”

If the Demonic Cult that controls the Ten Thousand Great Mountains is a religious group that believes in their own god called Cheonma, then the Blood Cult is just a bunch of crazy people.

Crazy bastards who take it for granted that they can absorb human blood and energy to increase their strength.

Those who demonstrate incredible power using all kinds of magical techniques in this world.

It has already been thirty years since the joint attack of Jeong and Sapa barely managed to drive them out to Gansu’s Qilian Mountain.

“Send the Dark Shadow Corps to Gansu immediately.”

“The Dark Shadow Command said to just watch for now… … .”

“Yes. For now, I’ll just tell you to watch their movements. We can’t judge that they’re moving in earnest based on information from the Gansu branch alone.”

“Will the Blood Cult put forth a Blood Demon this time too?”

Blood demon… … .

Memories from thirty years ago came flooding back into the leader’s mind.

Three of the best martial arts masters of the martial arts world tried to cut off that one’s neck, but they failed to gain the upper hand.

Monsters who were swinging their swords while laughing, their whole bodies covered in blood.

He broke the sword stuck in his stomach with his bare hands.

And what a power that defies common sense.

Only after losing three-tenths of Meng’s power was he able to defeat all of the Blood Demons.

For the Murim Alliance, it was a disgrace that could not be washed away, regardless of victory.

If they, no, if they appear again… … .

“I guess I’ll just hope it doesn’t show up… … or maybe it heads somewhere other than the Central Plains.”

* * *

I crossed Mt. Dubangsan with quick steps as if I was unfolding a new law.

The border between Hubei and Chongqing.

From there, if you head south, you will pass through Guizhou and reach Yunnan.

The fastest route to Namman.

Originally, there was a different plan.

I was thinking of stopping by the Bangrim Pyo-guk in Hanam to see the little boy’s face.

And if I had the chance, I thought about stopping by the Nanggong family in Anhui Province, not far from there, to say hello to my maternal grandfather.

But now I’m heading back to Namcheon Damdong as quickly as possible.

The anxiety that continued to fill my head was pushing me south.

Umochi kept looking back.

As if someone had left something behind.

“Dammyung, it’s not too late. How about going back and joining up with the Bukhae Ice Palace party?”

“Umochi, you can go.”

“No, we’ve spent so much time together, how could I go alone?”

Rather, I don’t think they would accept me if I went alone.

“Why do you want to go to the North Sea Ice Palace? I heard it’s a very cold place where it snows all year round.”

Nok Seung-seo asked.

“Oh, that’s why you shouldn’t go with guys who don’t know anything. Didn’t I tell you before? The harmony of yin and yang! It’s a place full of yin energy, so the women of Bukhae are beautiful. So it’s only natural that they’re attracted to men like us.”

“Is that all there is to the harmony of yin and yang? I think it has a more profound meaning… … .”

“Look here, Nok Seung-seo. Where in the world is there a harmony of yin and yang as profound and sublime as the bond between a man and a woman? So… … .”

Nok Seung-seo was smiling brightly at Umochi’s nonsense that he always heard.

I can’t believe that guy who smiles so much had such a blank expression when I first met him.

Now, my smile looks quite natural.

Perhaps I have escaped a little from the well of revenge I threw myself into?

“Oh, what is that? It’s the thing she handed me earlier.”

Umochi asked.

“Would you like to take a look?”

He paused for a moment and handed it to Umochi.

It is presumed to be a black dragon’s scale.

Although he appears to be a loudmouth who only likes women, Umochi is a genius in poison who has been handling all kinds of medicinal herbs and internal medicine since he was young.

“Hmm. This is a really strange object. First of all, it’s not iron or stone. It’s a part of something alive. What on earth is this…?”

“I think… … .”

I told Umochi, who was tilting his head, my guess.

“It’s a scale.”

“Haha! Scales? Dam-myeong, this guy got some strange powers and what happened to his head… … . Oh. Now that I think about it, it really does look like scales?”

Umochi burst into laughter as if he found it ridiculous, but then his expression hardened.

“Hmm. But the biggest scales I’ve ever seen were those of the Dokkaebi-hwa-mang. They’re probably about the length of your finger. A scale this big should fit a dragon that can fly in the sky… … . Huh? No way… … ?”

I nodded silently at Umochi’s absurd face.

He took the scales back and placed them on a large rock.

And then he took out the rock salt.

Rising flames.

bang!

I struck with all my might.

Quasi-snap.

It was split exactly in half.

A huge rock that supported the scales from below.

There was not even a trace the size of a fingernail left on the black dragon’s scales.

“Ah, ah… … . Are these really the scales of a black dragon? Dragons really exist in this world?”

It is not known whether it exists or is a trace of its past existence.

In fact, in the past, when performing the Mansu ceremony, the priestess also held a dragon horn, or dragon horn, in her hand.

So it’s just one scale.

It’s the scale of a black dragon, so I guess I should call it Heukrin (black scale) from now on…

He turned his back on Umochi, who was holding a black spear and striking it against a rock, and asked Nok Seungseo.

“Is it Songgol yet?”

Even though he is a spirit, he is a guy who has set out for Namcheon Damdong, a place he has never been to.

And I have to go back and find the Nokseungseo that is already heading towards Namman.

“He’ll be back soon. And I don’t know what he’s worried about, but he’ll definitely come back. He’s a guy who’s awakened.”

“How did you know that you had awakened?”

I had heard about awakening when Gwisoo Bangdongju stopped by Namcheon Damdong with a bottle of Yeoahhong before.

Tofu This guy is a young spirit who has not yet awakened.

“I asked Bang Yak-ran during the previous Mansu ceremony. Since the Songgol imprint was given, I thought that maybe I would be able to have a real Songgol.”

“It turned out as expected.”

“Haha. It’s all thanks to you. Anyway, according to her explanation back then, the spirits of Nanman only go through one awakening in their lives. When a Songgol goes through an awakening, the feathers on its wings turn a bluer color.”

I recalled the image of Songgol, alone, showing off its blue wings in a flock of grayish-colored herons.

I turned my gaze to the tofu.

Cloud-like patterns on snow-white fur.

Still the size of a palm.

He was looking at me with large eyes that took up half of his face.

Since they are spirits that live for hundreds of years, no one knows when they will awaken, which is only once in a lifetime.

Because he’s a guy who’ll live longer than me.

Will that guy also experience an awakening?

Suddenly, the image of a giant tiger guarding the cave of the Dark Dragon Emperor in the northern forest of Myorim came to mind.

The guy’s sad eyes too.

Could it be that the guy was not a spirit who chose the Dark Dragon Emperor as his master?

He cannot leave the cave, remembering his master who left before him.

Gyarrur.

Before I knew it, Tofu was growling in my arms.

It means to be petted.

I whispered to him while caressing the soft and fluffy tofu.

“You don’t have to wake up. Just stay by my side as you are now.”

Even if he is the greatest spirit in the world, to me he is just a cute friend.

I don’t know what kind of power the awakened tofu will have, but I have no intention of benefiting from it.

I just hope you stay by my side for a long time.

If that’s the case, then I have to survive.

Me too, tofu.

“I need to get stronger. Much stronger than I am now.”

* * *

Salmak Junggyeong Branch.

“As you expected, we just passed Dubangsan Mountain. The sun has set, so I think we’ll probably stay the night at Geumsa Village.”

Yang Il-cheong, the head of the Chungking branch, reported to Wei Zhiyun.

Geumsa-chon is a small rural village.

There is only one inn where people traveling between Hubei and Chongqing can stay.

“If it’s Geumsa-chon, he’ll definitely stay at Jihwa-ru. I’ll send three first-class assassins from the Chungking branch. Just in case, I’ll deploy six second-class assassins to the escape route.”

Yang Il-cheong opened his mouth.

Actually, there are three too many.

It usually takes three assassins to kill one climactic unmanned unit.

One of them just stands by in case something happens.

Since a young savage can’t possibly be a top-tier expert, sending just one first-class assassin is enough.

Still, since he is in front of the special agent Wi Ji-woon who was personally sent down by the king, he must show that he is doing his best even in the smallest matters.

So after careful consideration, we decided on three first-class and six second-class personnel.

“He’s the one who killed Gilpiljong of Gwieummun. And in a fair fight at that.”

“Ugh.”

Yang Il-jong swallowed dry saliva without realizing it.

I recently heard the news that Gilpiljong, the Seven Blood Demon Swordsman who was listed among the top 100 masters of Sapa, was killed by a barbarian from the South.

Of course, as soon as I heard it, I laughed at it and said it was just a rumor.

“Then, let’s increase the first-class kill to five… … .”

“And he is also the one who won the martial arts competition at the Yongbongjihoe held by the Murim Alliance not long ago, beating all the small-scale swordsmen of the three major families.”

“Hey, the winner of the Yongbong branch… … .”

What kind of meeting is Yongbongjihoe?

This is a meeting that will give us a glimpse into the future of the Jeongpa martial arts world.

Since the pride of each Sega is at stake, those who lack confidence do not even participate in the non-competitive tournament.

But the uncivilized barbarians of the South won the championship?

“If he was the runner-up, we can gauge his skill level. That means he’s weaker than the winner. But we can’t know the winner’s true skill level. Just like this guy right now. So our two masters will have to use their imagination a little more.”

“Well, then… … .”

“Soon, twenty first-class assassins will join us from the main stage. If we can deal with it before then, the lord will be happy. It will also be an opportunity to prove that our lord is not someone who can stay stuck in the countryside.”

Yang Il-cheong, who was lost in thought for a moment, gave instructions to the waiting subordinate.

“The moment the target is confirmed to have entered Jihwaru, all available personnel will step forward. Seven first-class assassins, excluding me, will directly participate in the killing, and twenty-three second-class assassins will stand by around Jihwaru in case of an emergency.”

“Yes? Is that all?”

“The opponent is a master whose skill level is unknown. If you let your guard down, he may break through the encirclement and escape to Namman. You absolutely cannot fail.”

Large beads of sweat ran down Yang Il-cheong’s temples as he gave the orders.

Has this many people ever been mobilized for a murderous act to kill just one person?

It’s no longer a secret murder.

It’s just a perfect assassination that can never fail.

‘Anyway, as the author said, this could be an opportunity. We have to deal with it cleanly. After all, it’s only thirty people against one savage. Even the leader of the martial arts world wouldn’t be able to escape… … .’