Reincarnation of the Demon - Chapter 43



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Expression of apology

It’s a big loss. Naksanjin is the prince’s man, and he just committed the rudeness of ruining the wedding ceremony at Yongbongjihoe, where he was a ‘guest’.

Moreover… Hwangryongsa. Except for Baeknyeo, they were all cruel and merciless. One of the black dragons, a man with a huge bone structure who was called Black Bear, actually broke several danjeon.

Those who were like that now come and prevent their danjeon from being destroyed. It was inevitable that the audience’s gaze would turn cold.

“Nak-ga really has no shame. The fact that he immediately clung to the imperial family after falling from grace, and not even thinking about their hands…”

“Isn’t that why it failed? That’s how a family without foundations ends up like that. One of the reasons why Gangseo Nakga collapsed right away is because of karma. If there had been so much resentment in Gangseo, no one would have stepped forward when Heukdo robbed the house.”

The mutterings became more frequent. The veins on Naksanjin’s temples became visible, but he could do nothing but tremble.

Baekhodangju. Baekhodang was a personnel department that inspected the warriors who would enter Hwangryongmun and managed their growth.

If the power of the Hwangryongmun grows stronger, it will be an important position where numerous requests will come in and power will increase accordingly. For that position, Naksangjin knelt down like a dog wagging its tail for the crown prince in an unseen place.

It means that he, the head of the five major families and the supreme head of the family, acted like a flattering eunuch.

I barely made it here…!

Nakcheonhong’s dropped head did not rise again. Although she had initially assumed defeat, she knew that her grandfather was not good at controlling his anger.

[Do you still have affection for Nakhwa?]

A sudden sound came in. It was Yongwoon, sitting quietly outside the unarmed barracks with his eyes closed.

Nakcheonhong thought, “Should I really answer?” but changed his mind. The one who fell for the childish provocation was himself, and… his grandfather. It would be no exaggeration to say that he was grateful for the healing of his wounds.

[None.]

[Loyalty to the prince?]

[…]

[I guess there isn’t one. It’s true that you need to have a goal when learning martial arts, but it would be better not to expect your grandfather’s approval as that goal. He’s a man who fits the description of a tosagupeng.]

Tosagu-peng. Nakcheonhong’s eyes wavered. But she kept her mouth tightly shut. She didn’t know why Gwisoo-gongja suddenly said such things, but his words were engraved in her mind.

It was only natural that Yong-un said such things to Nak-cheon-hong because of his weak sense of indebtedness. Nak-cheon-hong alone was not guilty of revenge.

“You said it was a proposal?”

The inspector answered calmly.

“Yes, a proposal mixed with an apology. It’s simple. How about we finish it by having the four of us, Gwisugongja, Mukseong, Baeknyeo, and Geombong, fight separately?”

The prince’s proposal stirred the whole place. The prince was currently discussing shortening the Yongbongjihoe.

The swordsman answered right away.

“This is an unacceptable proposal. Mukseong was not involved in the first place.”

“But didn’t you come to Hanam? You were looking at the unarmed man very fervently just now, didn’t you?”

The prince’s head turns.

Mukseong was not in the VIP seat. Mukseong, who was sitting with his legs spread open in the center of the grandstand, furrowed his brows.

I will decline.

The words did not come out. Why? Silently, Jang Han-baek quietly reflected on himself.

Victory. To whom? White woman. And,

Yongun.

Mukseong met his master, Geomsen, with his eyes. Geomsen was like a father to Jang Hanbaek. He knew what his young disciple wanted just by looking at his eyes.

[sorry.]

The swordsman sighed.

Jang Han-baek stood up from his seat and took out a lottery ticket.

“I originally had no intention of participating, but the participants’ skills are so outstanding that my competitive spirit is boiling over.”

Jang Han-baek spoke with a sly smile, and the prince also nodded with a sly smile.

The murmurs in the pavilion grew louder. The Yongbong branch was acting strangely.

Two black men, a plum blossom sword, a ghost prince and a thousand swordsmen, a silent monk, and a lonely cloud sword.

“This is a bit…”

Someone said so. It was only natural. The Yongbongjihoe is not a competition for winners only. Even if you lose, you can show off your martial arts skills and gain fame, and through a fight with a master, you can gain enlightenment or a connection.

Yongbongjihoe was a place where people beautifully displayed martial arts and righteousness. But if only four people were suddenly selected like this.

‘No, shouldn’t the participants be more vocal than us?’

Goun Geom was also a young man whose origins were unknown. He was still young, not even of age yet, and was looking at the crown prince with a bewildered expression. Cheonja Geom was the same. Gongjin, the silent monk, also kept his mouth shut as usual, but his expression was quite stiff.

Some eyes turned to Yachabul. If there was anyone who could stand up for them here, it would be Yachabul. But why?

The Yaksha Buddha was quietly rolling his prayer beads.

Yongwoon narrowed his eyes. The prince said that he had prevented Shaolin from showing interest in him. If that was the case, it would be natural for there to be some interaction between the two.

‘Have you been promised some kind of compensation in advance, or…’

Did you simply ‘judge’ him based on his personality?

“Of course, if you decide so arbitrarily, the pride of the warrior will be hurt.”

As the prince gestured while saying this, several maids came out from near the unarmed area holding wooden boxes as if they had been waiting.

“It wasn’t originally intended to be used like this.”

When the chest was opened, what came out was a book and a herb.

“One is the Thousand-Year Hasuo, and the other is the sword technique called the Sure-Killing Four Swords. Everyone probably knows the Thousand-Year Hasuo… The Sure-Killing Four Swords is the sword technique of the Red-Faced Sword Ghost.”

Hongan Geomgwi! The nickname caused a stir once again. Hongan Geomgwi was a martial artist who caused a stir in the martial arts world two hundred years ago.

As a Ronin inspector, he only has three basic techniques. However, among those three, Hong-an Geom-gwi was a monster whose name was on the Cheonyu-bang.

Each and every one of his creatures was so fierce that he was mistaken for a demon, but he was not a demon, he was just merciless and crazy with his sword.

He applied for a life-or-death match with the head of the Namgung family, who was known as the Sword King at the time, and died in the fight. His last sigh, as he died leaving a large scar on the face of the Sword King Namgung Hyeong, was that he had not succeeded in the fourth attempt.

A man who has not yet mastered the swordsmanship has reached the swordsman. If he learns the swordsmanship,

Martial arts people with this desire turned the world upside down in search of his swordsmanship, but were never able to find it.

But I thought he was in the royal family.

“What do you think? Both the Cheonjageom and the Goungeom are swordsmen. You two should figure out what you want.”

The Millennium Hwasuo is a first-class elixir. Although the Summoning Corps is at the peak of first-class, that does not mean that the title of first-class disappears.

Dokgo Guwol narrowed his eyes. He rolled his eyes.

He was honestly lucky. There were no great men of the Jamryongbang, no Hwangryongsa, and no Gwisu Gongja in the match.

However, he was injured and his level was still lacking. Of course, it was only compared to the top of Jamryongbang.

‘…The teacher also told me not to get hurt.’

I glanced at the elder in the VIP seat and he nodded as well. It seemed to mean that I should do whatever I wanted.

“postmark…”

“I will decline.”

The eyes of all the people in the palace grew wide. The secret weapon called the Millennium Hwasuo and the Fatal Sword was enough to completely remove all the dissatisfied gazes toward the prince.

These are things that could be called fate simply by giving up, so why does the Cheonjageom refuse them?

“Even the next opponent of the Cheonjageom is not the Plum Blossom Sword…”

Dokgo Guwol made a calm expression.

“I don’t want the reward, but… I don’t have time to learn a new sword technique when I haven’t even figured out Dokgogu Sword. Also,”

He glanced at the VIP seats and smiled.

“Even if I were to receive that thousand-year-old watermelon, I don’t know if I would be able to eat it on my own.”

It was impossible not to know who those words were referring to. Dokgo Kyung-han’s expression hardened even more.

Ah, far away – that sound came from his mouth.

“I just don’t want to go against His Highness the Crown Prince’s wishes. If Goun Sword So-hyeop and Muteonseung So-hyeop accept it, I will be satisfied with just one fight.”

Dokgo Guwol and Nam Gyu-rin met eyes. Nam Gyu-rin knew the intention in Dokgo Guwol’s eyes.

She nodded, as she was also unmanned.

“Then I feel a sense of guilt, but let’s deal with that next time.”

Strangely, there is no mention of Shaolin. That means that an agreement has already been reached.

“…I will receive the fatal sword.”

Goun Sword glanced at Yongun as he spoke, and the maid approached him. Goun Sword showed a sparkle in her eyes that befitted her age.

Once again, Goun Sword glanced at Yongun. The child’s eyes were filled with emotions that were almost pure, and Yongun smiled.

The memories of Yongwoon and Ma-ui coexist. In both memories, the sense of victory just now felt really good.

As a member of the National Assembly, Ma-ui was strong but could not fly… and Yong-un, who was confined to a warehouse for twenty years and was despised, had become a warrior who could make those who would become the leaders of the martial arts world feel a sense of pride.

Good.

“Okay then, what do you think, Your Majesty?”

“How can I respond to His Highness the Crown Prince’s words?”

The prince snickered. What are those guys who didn’t even bow?

“However, Bindo did not understand that this was mixed with His Highness the Crown Prince’s ‘apology’.”

Cheonjageom, Goungeom, and Mukeonseung. The three later incumbents of the Jeongpa were eliminated as the prince had said. On the other hand, the only ones who were directly eliminated by the prince were the two Black Flag Men. Just looking at the numbers, there was no reason for the Jeongpa Alliance to accept them.

“Well, if you look at the martial arts level, it’s probably still about right…”

At those words, Dokgo Guwol’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Okay, let’s give more. In a way, it’s also the start of the Hwangryongmun’s uprising.”

The prince raised his hand and said.

“You two, take off your masks.”

Two black-clad men stood unarmed. Everyone’s eyes were focused on them, and their black masks were easily removed.

There was a familiar face.

“Moyong Ma Seung!”

Murong Ma-seung, the head of the Murong family. He bowed to the crown prince with a blank expression.

The man next to him was a young man whom the members of the party did not know. He was a large man who was called Heukgiwoong, but he had the familiar face of his father.

The head of the Pang family, Pang Ji-san, let out a sigh.

“What is this, Lord Mo Yong?”

“Pengga? Isn’t there a face on Pengjisan? What is this…”

Ignoring the commotion from the audience, the prince gave another order.

“The two families stand behind my son.”

There was a deep sorrow on the face of Pangjisan Mountain. But he could not disobey the order.

The boat had already crossed the river a long time ago. The two thousand-year-old guards gently settled down on the unarmed platform.

Everyone stared blankly at the scene. The Peng family and the Murong family. In the martial arts world that spanned over a thousand years, they were always at the forefront of the righteous faction and were part of the five great families.

Of course, the rising moon also sets again, so they were not always among the five great families, but they were martial artists. That is to say, martial artists.

The prince rested his chin on his hand and kindly explained the history of the two.

“Well, you probably know about their martial arts, and in fact, the Murong family has been a loyal swordsman to the imperial family for quite some time.”

It was a bolt from the blue. The Murong clan was located in Liaoning, above Beijing. Because it was far from the Central Plains, it was a clan with a somewhat mysterious atmosphere, but occasionally, someone with outstanding martial arts skills would appear and attract attention.

Those people were the royal military family…

“Isn’t it inevitable due to the location? Even though he chose a sword instead of a kendo and consciously stayed in the central plains, well, there are bound to be trends depending on the times.”

Paeng Ji-san closed his eyes. It was Ha-buk. From generation to generation, Ha-buk Peng-ga always left for the world of martial arts as soon as he turned twenty, and devoted all his energy to the Central Plains.

He carries a sword and learns the martial arts of a brave bear, and acts like a hero who enjoys going on adventures.

Along with his unstoppable martial arts, everything was about his ‘conduct’. His conduct was to be mindful of the overwhelming power of the imperial family right above him.

‘Yes, it is a trend of the times.’

Unlike the two expressionless fathers of Murong, Peng Ga accepted the call of the ‘Prince’. He moved his enemies from the martial arts world to the imperial court. All the arrows of blame will be directed at me.

‘Everything for the revival of Pangga.’

The prince waved his hand with a smile as if he was watching a pleasant play. The betrayal of Peng Ga and Murong, the two… three families, even Geom Seon closed his eyes tightly.

“Is this enough?”

The atmosphere at the convention center became tense.