Habuk Pengga Swordsman Genius - Chapter 582



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582. Fork in the Road (2)

I don’t know about anything else, but I couldn’t trust them when it came to food.

Although Seol-hwa was able to understand Han-bin’s intentions with just one finger, her talent for cooking was lacking.

Sim Mi-ho nodded at that sight.

“I sent Joho anyway.”

“Well done, Deputy Chief Shim. Now you can do it without being told.”

“Who are you?”

Sim Mi-ho drew a thin line at the corner of her mouth.

That was when.

Jang Ja-myeong came closer with a sigh.

“Phew, as expected, when I’m with Prince Peng, I almost get killed at least once.”

“But wasn’t it okay this time?”

“Can you say this was a smooth ride? Prince Peng almost died, and we almost died too. If only we had been gored by those bastards’ horns… … .”

Jang Ja-myeong shook his head.

Hanbin smiled at that sight.

“Haha, I’m glad it ended well.”

“But, I also feel sorry.”

“Are you disappointed?”

“If I could only get one horn of the Dokgakseowoo, my wishes would be complete… … .”

Jang Ja-myeong trailed off as he looked at the place where Dokgakseo-woo had left.

His expression was full of sincerity.

He had the expression of a passerby who remembered his bundle after barely surviving a near-death experience.

The horn of the Dokgakseowoo is worth calling.

It was a dream drug not only for Germans but also for lawmakers.

But it was literally just a dream.

The Dokgakseo die in a set place. And that place is their secret.

Isn’t there a saying that if you want to find ivory, the elephant’s molars, you have to look for its tomb?

The same was true for the horn of the Dokkaebi, the Dokkaebi.

It would have been impossible to find it if the tomb had not been found.

Jang Ja-myeong turned his head here and there as if he was feeling regretful about something.

Hanbin asked at that sight.

“What are you looking for, Congressman Jang?”

“I was wondering if there might be a fallen snail.”

“That’s impossible. If that were the case, herbalists risking their lives would have flocked to the foot of the Churyong Mountains.”

“Didn’t Prince Peng tame the Dokkaebi? So how would he know that they brought it here as a gift?”

“Haha. I was lucky enough to tame them… … No, I didn’t tame them. To be exact, we became friends. We just confirmed that we had no hostility toward each other, but we’re not in a position to receive gifts.”

Hanbin’s words were half sincere.

The reason I communicated with them was because of the effect of sweet talk.

There was no guarantee that our relationship with them would be the same as it was now once the effects wore off.

Of course, there was one thing Hanbin was hiding from everyone.

It was exactly what Hanbin wanted to do alone.

Like finding ivory in an elephant’s grave.

Hanbin decided to collect the horn from the tomb of Dokgakseo-woo.

The item that had to be taken from here along with the Baeknyeonyeolhwacho was the Dokak.

An item that must be obtained in order to negotiate with the owner of Baekdokgok.

Hanbin had prepared for this.

When Hanbin encountered Dokgakseo, he had left a note asking for the leader’s favor.

Following the leader’s trail, it was only a matter of time before he obtained the poison horn.

It was a secret to others.

Hanbin smiled brightly, as the plan had gone smoothly so far.

Jang Ja-myeong’s mouth watered after seeing Han Bin’s expression.

It seemed like he hadn’t given up on being single yet.

“Ugh, I wish I had just asked them for one thing… … .”

“Don’t you think too highly of me?”

“If you can tame the lone wolf, or rather, make it your friend… … .”

Jang Ja-myeong looked at Han-bin with regret.

But I couldn’t finish the conversation.

Because Hanbin moved forward, staggering forward.

Jang Ja-myeong, who was at the back, shouted.

“Prince Peng, where are you going? Let’s go together!”

“Then please follow me.”

Hanbin gestured and stepped forward.

Even though it seemed like he was going without any problems, Hanbin had a clear destination.

Hanbin followed the traces of the leader’s pursuit.

* * *

Baekdokgok at the same time.

An ordinary carriage appeared, making a noise, through the black fog.

Unlike the ordinary carriage, the person sitting on the coachman’s seat did not look ordinary.

The person sitting on the horse seat was wearing a black military uniform.

The neat and wrinkle-free uniform was not suitable for a groom.

The coachman there was an old man with a wrinkled face.

If he hadn’t been wearing black attire, he would have had the aura of a god.

A strangely mismatched appearance and outfit.

What was even stranger was the coachman’s expression.

He kept wiggling his eyebrows as if he was anxious, but the corners of his mouth were raised as if he was smiling.

It was an expression that made it hard to tell whether he was crying or laughing.

The carriage, running behind the black fog, ran without stopping through a valley filled with muddy water.

The carriage must have been carrying quite a heavy load, as it left deep tracks in the muddy water.

The heavy carriage was pulled by a red horse.

How far did you run?

The carriage stopped in front of a huge gate that didn’t fit into the valley.

The coachman looked at the signboard quietly.

It was a signboard that stood out with its white letters on a black background.

[Baekdokmun (White Poison Gate)]

This was Baekdokmun, which was called one of the two great mountain ranges of martial arts along with Sacheondangga in terms of poison.

The coachman stood up when he saw the sign.

The coachman got up from his seat but did not get out of the carriage.

Instead, he took out a piece of iron that was stuck in the carriage.

Then he threw it towards the front door without any hesitation.

Compared to the normal movements, the piece of iron flew towards the gate with incredible momentum.

The piece of iron ended up stuck in the middle of the gate.

Phew!

The piece of iron stuck in at a right angle vibrated and then stopped.

The piece of iron was none other than a badge.

There was such a mess, and there was no way the owner of this place didn’t know.

The main gate of Baekdokmun opened immediately and warriors in white uniforms rushed out.

Their attire was so neat that you wouldn’t think they were Germans.

The warrior who seemed to be the leader among them stepped forward and shouted at the coachman.

“Who are you? If you don’t tell me, you won’t be safe!”

“… … If you don’t reveal it?”

The coachman pointed in the direction where the warrior was.

The aura must have been quite strong for the chief warrior to grab the sword at his waist.

Ssuk.

The warrior, who tilted his scabbard slightly, showed his intention to draw his sword at any time.

At that moment, the coachman stretched out his fingers nervously.

It seemed to be pointing somewhere.

The coachman’s momentum became more intense.

Now, I had the illusion that a gust of wind might come out.

Only then did the chief warrior realize the direction the groom’s finger was pointing to.

The groom’s finger was not pointing at Musa.

To be exact, it was referring to the nameplate stuck on the front gate.

The chief warrior looked at the groom and checked the name tag stuck on the gate.

The chief warrior, who was trying to grab the badge with his bare hands, hesitated and took out a pair of silver-colored gloves from his bosom.

Then he pulled out the badge.

The badge was quite heavy.

The eyes of the chief warrior, who had been slightly surprised by the heaviness, widened.

It was because of the phrase written on the ticket.

[White Dragon]

It was a name I had heard somewhere.

It was a name that was definitely something that had crossed my mind, something I had heard from someone.

But it didn’t come to mind right away.

Who could it be?

The chief warrior was Jo Gi-myeong, the great general of Baekdokmun.

Although they had different surnames, they had the same number of turns in the same distribution.

He was none other than a disciple of Baekdokmun, who was in the same class as Jang Ja-myeong.

Jo Gi-myeong frowned as he looked at the badge.

In my experience, there was no one here who could keep up with him.

He was quite embarrassed by the name, which he had heard but could not remember.

At that moment, a cough was heard from behind the chief warrior.

“Hmm.”

At that sound, Jo Gi-myeong took a step forward and threw the ball.

“Master, are you here?”

“What’s going on?”

“Look at this. The deceased over there put this on our front door.”

Jo Gi-myeong held out his badge.

The person who received the badge narrowed his eyes.

He was a private tutor to Jo Gi-myeong and a disciple of the head of Baekdokmun.

He was a German who was more famous for his nickname, Poisonous Fox, than his real name.

The reason for using the word ‘fox’ as ‘ho’ instead of ‘tiger’ as ‘ho’ was simple.

It was because of his poison technique.

He was one of those poisoners who was thoroughly addictive to his opponents.

Rather than blindly competing with his opponent, he was a poisonous person who analyzed his opponent and gave up the match if he felt he was losing in strength.

Thanks to this, he has never lost a duel between two swordsmen.

Some people made fun of his actions, calling them shallow.

There were few words more fitting to describe the animal than the fox.

Of course, Dokho himself was satisfied with his nickname.

“where…….”

Dokho, who was checking the badge, narrowed his eyes.

After handing the badge over to Jo Gi-myeong, he took a deep breath and headed toward the groom.

“How did the old man from the North Sea come such a long way?”

“So you are the one called Dokho.”

“Yes, that’s right. How does someone from Baekryong know me?”

Dokho asked his opponent politely.

At that moment, Jo Gi-myeong’s expression, who was standing next to him, hardened like molten iron in cold water.

Because I remembered the name of the White Dragon.

Baekryong was an organization that existed before Baekdokmun was established.

Although it is the origin of Baekdokmun, it is a place with which there has been no exchange until now.

His master and private tutor used to say:

If you meet Baekryong’s people outside, don’t even pretend to know them and run away.

The people of Baekdokmun and Sasuk were so eccentric that it would be sad to say they were second to none.

But what they meant by this was that Baekryong was a rough place.

That would be the case, Jo Gi-myeong didn’t know anything about Baekryong.

This is because the master and the private tutor were extremely reluctant to bring up the topic there.

At that the coachman chuckled.

His white beard sways thinly with that smile.

After a strange laugh, the coachman continued speaking.

“Did we come here without thinking about it?”

“hmm.”

“Even though you are from Baekryong, you must first tell me what your business is.”

“First, give me a list of the items in your sect!”

The coachman held out his hand.

His hands were blue.

Dokho was also embarrassed by that sight.

“What is that… … .”

“If you don’t hand it over, I will erase the Baekdokmun from here today.”

The coachman spread out his palm.

Blue energy rippled within the palm of my hand.

At that sight, all the warriors drew their swords.

Sling.

Sling.

A chill, like a cold wind blowing against your ears.

A tense situation unfolded.

At that moment, Dokho raised his arm and stopped the Baekdokmun warriors.

“Just wait a moment.”

“No matter what, this is… … .”

Jo Gi-myeong twitched his eyebrows.

At that sight, Dokho spoke in a low voice.

“You quickly call the lord.”

“All right.”

Jo Gi-myeong quietly left the place.

The coachman paid no attention to their movements.

Then the carriage door opened.

Ssuk.

The door opened and a woman in white came out.

It felt like a skilled stonemason had carved a beautiful statue out of ice.

As she came out, Dokho opened his eyes wide.

Dokho’s eyes, which had not been surprised even when he saw the groom, became round like a full moon.

The woman slowly walked towards the poison.

Dokho felt the cold air rushing in.