The Return of the Namgoong Clan’s Granddaughter - Chapter 129



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Episode 129

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“It’s over there.”

Yoo Kang pointed to the top of a steep cliff.

It was so high that it couldn’t be seen clearly with the naked eye.

The pavilion, which was located on top of a steep cliff, looked even more lonely because it was illuminated only by moonlight without a single light.

“Wait here for a moment.”

There are inspectors called Naero in the Hwasan faction.

In order to avoid their sharp senses and bring in Jang Moon-in, Namgung Mucheon had to go alone.

“Take care on your way back, Grandpa.”

“okay.”

Namgung Mucheon climbed up the cliff in an instant.

It was Namgung’s Gyeongsin technique, Cheonpungsinbeop (Heavenly Wind Body Technique).

“and….”

Yu Kang’s mouth opened wide in amazement at the amazing lightness. Seol Hwa, who was watching Namgung Mucheon moving away, looked back at Yu Kang at the sound of his admiration.

I couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of her eyes sparkling as if she had lost her soul.

“…?”

Yoo Kang looked back at Seol Hwa, bewildered.

Seolhwa coughed in vain without realizing it and avoided eye contact.

‘…Why did I laugh?’

“Do you know how to do that?”

“…uh?”

Yoo Kang pointed to the cliff.

“Can you climb up like that too?”

Seolhwa looked at the cliff where his fingertips were pointing.

Namgung Mucheon’s appearance was already gone.

“maybe?”

Because I already know the Heavenly Wind Technique.

Even without the Cheonpungsinbeop, you can quickly climb up a cliff of this level using lightness.

“Wow… that’s amazing.”

Yoo Kang exclaimed in admiration, his eyes sparkling.

‘Now that I think about it, this kid is still first-class.’

Even if you are close to reaching your peak, you may still be unfamiliar with handling your internal energy.

It was obvious that climbing a cliff of this size would be difficult.

‘If it were just a little bigger, it would go up and down like this several times a day.’

I don’t need to tell you that you will become strong enough.

Anyway, Yoo Kang will become an excellent inspector in no time.

‘If the Volcano faction doesn’t self-destruct, his fate will change greatly.’

In his previous life, he was a man who cared deeply for the sect’s disciples.

At that time, I was alone on the battlefield, fighting against the Blood Cult, but this time, if things went well, I would become a sharp sword that would fight against the Blood Cult together with my brothers.

‘… It might be worth seeing.’

How reassuring it would be to see the inspectors of the Volcano faction roaming the battlefield against the Blood Cult, spreading the energy of the plum blossoms.

How many sectarians’ morale will be boosted by their splendid swordsmanship?

That alone was reason enough to save the Volcano faction.

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“… .”

Namgung Mucheon, who had climbed the cliff, looked at the old pavilion standing alone with an indifferent expression.

On the worn-out signboard, only the word “Gak” (閣) remained.

‘Was this the old secret pavilion?’

It may have been used to store books, or it may have been a hall where monks and elders could meditate quietly.

Otherwise, there would be no reason for it to have been built in such a remote place.

Inside the pavilion, which had lost its original purpose, the presence of one person was felt.

Namgung Mucheon, who had checked the surroundings, opened the door to the pavilion.

The loud creaking of old hinges echoed through the darkness.

The person who had been hiding inside rustled and stood up to speak.

“Who are you?”

The voice I heard after nearly ten years was still incredibly soft.

It was a voice that was full of kindness, without any caution or suspicion toward the other person.

However, the voice also clearly conveyed a sense of fatigue and exhaustion.

“It’s Namgung Mucheon.”

“…Are you the Emperor’s senior?”

“Can I come in?”

Inside, there was a long silence.

Namgung Mucheon stood in front of the pavilion’s door and waited silently for his answer.

“It’s very… shabby.”

“I take it you have given permission.”

Namgung Mucheon entered the hall.

Even when I was standing just a step away, the pungent smell tickled my nose.

It smelled like rotting flesh, or like food that had gone sour.

There was also a bitter scent of incense mixed in to cover up the stench.

Namgung Mucheon stood in front of a long curtain (a curtain made by weaving thinly split reeds).

The source of the smell was behind it.

Zzaruk, zaruk, the sound slowly rose.

The man who had collected and fixed the sack of sacks then turned on the lamp on the desk.

As the flames burst out, the old man’s figure was clearly revealed.

“It’s been a while, Senior Sword Emperor.”

His face was swollen and covered in boils, pus was flowing out of the burst boils, and his flesh was rotting here and there. It was a truly hideous sight.

The neck, hands, and feet exposed outside the clothing were also covered with boils like the face, so much so that even breathing seemed difficult.

The only thing that matched the appearance of the Jade Sword that Namgung Mucheon remembered was the eyes that were barely open and filled with pure, good energy.

“How have you been? It’s been a pleasure.”

“I’ve been doing well, but it seems you haven’t. How can you be like this?”

“Haha, I didn’t know you were coming so I didn’t prepare in time.”

Although that wasn’t what he meant, Namgung Mucheon didn’t ask any more about his appearance.

No-un said with a smile.

“I had hoped that it would work because the child of the Namgung family gave me a chimney, but it seems it was the Emperor’s will.”

“… No.”

“underneath….”

“It was my granddaughter who put the chimney in you.”

A low sigh escaped No-un’s slightly parted lips.

“I see. Is that child really… Or is your granddaughter not coming with you?”

“I’m waiting for you down there.”

“iced coffee….”

No-un clenched his fist slightly.

After receiving a short letter and sending a message, I waited for a call every day.

What if you know something, a way to cure this unknown disease?

To him, who was emptying his mind and accepting death, the note from Seolhwa was a ray of light.

at las.

“Looks like you’ve been waiting.”

“… If I say no, it would be a lie.”

“Let’s go. Why delay? Let’s go and find a way.”

“yes.”

No-un followed Nam-gung Mucheon without delay.

But then his feet were bare.

Mucheon, who had thought it strange that he didn’t wear shoes, looked at his feet and immediately realized the reason.

My feet were so swollen and covered with boils that I couldn’t even wear sandals, let alone shoes.

With every step he took, pus flowed out of the crushed boil. The sight of No-un staggering and walking looked terribly painful.

But he didn’t even let out a small groan involuntarily.

It was truly amazing patience.

“Can I leave without saying anything?”

A lonely smile appeared on Noh-un’s lips.

“No one has come to see me. I told them not to come. It has already been two days since I stopped eating.”

“Why?”

Instead of answering, Noh-un smiled kindly.

In that smile, Namgung Mucheon heard the answer.

‘You were preparing for death.’

It’s the expression of someone who has already given up on everything and is just waiting to die.

“Get up.”

“It was a night where I couldn’t help but feel astonished, even riding on the back of the Emperor’s senior.”

“Stop talking and just carry me.”

Hehe, laughing, No-un silently rode on Nam-gung Mucheon’s back.

Since my body was in a state where I couldn’t even use my internal energy as I wanted, going down the cliff was an inevitable choice.

“When you come back, come up on your own.”

“Haha. Keep that in mind.”

Suddenly, the wind blew.

The small lantern that had been illuminating the old pavilion was blown out by the wind, and only a thin layer of smoke rose under the moonlight.

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The group returned straight to their quarters, taking the leader of the Hwasan faction with them.

Yoo Kang returned to his tent, and the other three headed to the tent that Black Dragon Lord had prepared in advance.

Even though it was late at night, Seolhwa sat down with Noun.

Only after Namgung Mucheon had put up a curtain around the tent did the conversation begin.

“You are Namgung Seolhwa.”

“I am meeting with the leader of the Volcano Sect. I apologize for testing you with a short letter without any context.”

“Haha, a test? That’s ridiculous. Isn’t that why I asked you to meet? If there had been circumstances before and after, I would have just been considering your intentions.”

“I appreciate your consideration.”

“So, can I ask you straight out?”

Seolhwa looked up and looked at Noun.

He looked very impatient. The longer the wait, the more impatient he became.

As soon as Seolhwa nodded, Noun immediately asked.

“What did you know?”

[The opening ceremony of the Gyeonbi-do]

That was all that the note Seolhwa sent him said.

With just six letters, No-un was showing such anxiousness.

“Can I ask you one thing before that?”

Although No-un was anxious about the pain of the illness, he maintained an attitude of being indifferent to the pain.

If you just want to end the suffering, you should have shown a more relaxed attitude and a more consistent attitude.

“You recently discovered the secret of Manrishintu.”

At that moment, Noh-un’s expression suddenly hardened.

Seolhwa looked straight into Noun’s eyes and asked him.

“Why are you hiding the fact that you found the sinus?”