The Return of the Namgoong Clan’s Granddaughter - Chapter 145



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Episode 145

Yoo Kang’s eyes wavered.

“I didn’t want to die.”

The reason the child tried to run away from the role of liver was probably because of the liver.

The warmth that Yoo Kang poured out on the child must have made the child hesitate.

It may have been because of that very small hesitation that the child died.

The Blood Cult is a group that immediately abandons anyone who shows even the slightest sign of betrayal. The standards are stricter for the weakest and most vulnerable children.

‘But I think it’s better not to talk about this.’

Seolhwa looked at Yugang.

She opened her mouth as her eyes changed from anger to sadness.

“We will avenge that child tomorrow.”

“how?”

“We have to catch those who drove that child to death.”

“If I catch you?”

“We have to catch him and kill him.”

We need to uncover all the livers mixed in the volcano and nip them in the bud.

“Can you do it? Really?”

“I’ll do it. No matter what it takes.”

“… .”

Yoo Kang looked at his feet without saying a word.

I recalled the first sight of Ming hiding behind the plum tree.

‘What is that?’

‘That guy? Oh, Elder Noh Baek brought him here. He was a wanderer on the streets. He’s not a formal disciple, but if he were to become one of the three major disciples, wouldn’t he?’

The gazes that were spying on the training of the great disciples were clearly filled with envy.

A look in his eyes that makes him want to be included in it too.

Admiration.

Yu Kang knew those eyes better than anyone else.

‘Hello? What’s your name?’

At first, he ran away.

When they met again, the child was angry that he had not even properly responded to his disciple’s words.

‘It’s okay. I’ll tell you. It was my fault earlier too. Don’t scold me too much.’

But I ran away several times after that.

It was the fourth time I asked the child his name.

‘number of people.’

‘… Huh? Hyung… you called me?’

‘… .’

Funny enough, that made Ming feel even worse.

I later found out that it was telling me my name, but it didn’t matter.

Myeong was a child who particularly reminded Yugang of his childhood.

“… How do you know? The guy who killed Myeong-i.”

“There was a scratch mark under the fingernails. The person who killed the child must have had a wound.”

Yoo Kang nodded.

His eyes, which had always seemed gentle, became sharp.

It was a gaze that was a little more familiar to Seolhwa.

* * *

The next day, as the sun was slowly setting.

The disciples of the Volcano Sect gathered together.

It was almost unprecedented for them to gather together and skip afternoon practice.

But everyone guessed why they had gathered.

Even though they didn’t talk to each other often, the disciples of the Hwasan faction all knew Ming Yi, and the fact that the child was a liver transplant shocked everyone.

The first great disciples and the second great disciples that followed.

And since it was not yet time for formal initiation, the small number of prospective disciples lined up one after another.

After a while, Namgung Se-ga’s unmanned personnel came out from the direction of the guest house and stood in line next to Hwasan’s disciples.

The disciples of the volcano glanced at the Namgung Sega’s warriors with puzzled eyes.

‘Why are the Namgung Se-ga’s warriors…?’

Before that question could be resolved, the elders came out of the main building.

The disciples of the volcano stood upright and faced the elders.

The elders’ expressions were all serious, so their mere appearance filled the atmosphere with tension.

‘Master Muhak is not here.’

‘Well, that child was brought by Lord Muhak…’

It was natural that he was not visible since he was the one who brought the order, but the disciples of Hwasan were even more curious because of that.

‘If there is no long-term leader or long-term representative, who will summon the disciples?’

Even the Namgung Se-ga’s unmanned troops.

‘Oh, by any chance… .’

As the disciples of the volcano were thinking of one person, three people appeared in the center of the main building.

One person was Namgung Mucheon, the head of the Namgung family, and the other person was a member of the National Assembly who was said to have been brought from the Namgung family.

And when the disciples of Hwasan saw the person being supported by the congressman, they were suddenly stirred.

“Who, who are you? No way… .”

“… Long story short…?”

“Now, why is Jang Moon-in’s face…?”

Everyone couldn’t hide their shock.

The shocking appearance of Jang Moon-in, who had not been seen for two years since entering a closed training camp, was enough to shock Hwasan’s disciples.

Moreover, whether it was because of yesterday’s incident or because he had not been getting enough rest recently, Noh-un’s condition worsened overnight and he became even more haggard.

Originally, No-un had planned to stand in front of the disciples of the Hwasan faction himself, but he was unable to even raise his voice.

Leaving such old people behind, Namgung Mucheon stepped forward.

“I am the one who brought you all here today. In order to explain why I am here on behalf of your elders, I think I should first explain why our Namgung family came all the way to this distant Hwasanpa.”

The gist of Namgung Mucheon’s words was as follows.

He happened to learn of the illness of the chief of the Hwasanpa clan from Namgung, and he, as the head of the Namgung family, came in person to help his old friend.

The story that Jang Moon-in, who had entered a closed-door training, was suffering from an unknown illness shocked the disciples of Hwasan, and the long-time friendship between the two who had moved the Heavenly Dragon Sword Emperor moved them.

Namgung Mucheon continued speaking while looking at the disciples of the volcano with complicated emotions crossing their minds.

“The unfortunate incident that occurred last night, as you all know, is a great threat to the Volcano Clan.”

It was clearly a serious matter that an agent of an unknown force was inside and no one knew about it.

“One, it is also true that the current Hwasanpa lacks someone to lead the sect against that threat. A force without a leader is more likely to collapse over small things.”

Cho-ryeon handed Nam-gung-mu-cheon a rolled-up scroll.

“One, thanks to the help of heaven, I have fortunately found a way to cure your elder brother’s illness. This is it.”

When Namgung Mucheon spread out his scroll toward Hwasan’s disciples, the picture drawn on the scroll was revealed.

It was a medicinal herb with roots similar to ginseng, and purple flowers and fruits hanging from the ends of the stems.

“It is a medicinal herb called night hua-cho (夜华草) that blooms only at night. If you can find this night hua-cho, your long-term people and this Hwa-san faction will be able to survive.”

Namgung Mucheon handed the scroll back to Choryun, and Choryun handed it to the elders, and the elders handed it to Hwasan’s disciples.

“Therefore, the warriors of Namgung Se-ga and the disciples of Hwasan-pa have decided to join forces and devote themselves to finding the wild flower. We will depart at the beginning of the pig hour (21-23 o’clock) tonight, so prepare accordingly.”

The disciples quickly looked at the picture on the scroll and memorized it in their minds.

If we can find the herbs, we can cure Jangmunin’s illness and fight against those who threaten the volcano.

This was a matter of the existence of the volcano and, by extension, the peace of the Central Plains martial arts world.

Knowing this, at least the great disciples understood that Namgung Se was also helping Hwasan without any hesitation, so the expressions on the disciples’ faces as they examined the herbs were filled with determination.

* * *

After showing herself to the disciples of the Hwasan faction, Cho-ryeon came down from the stage while supporting No-un again.

Someone approached Cho-ryeon like that.

It was a fairy tale.

Seol-hwa, who had paid respect to No-un, followed Cho-ryeon while leading him to the bed.

After laying No-un down and burning incense that had a pain-relieving effect, Cho-ryeon left the room.

As she was leaving the main building, Seol-hwa handed her a folded note the size of her palm.

“…miss?”

Cho-ryeon took the note absentmindedly and looked at Seol-hwa. Her eyes seemed to ask, “What is this?”

“Go to the place written there.”

“Where is it written?”

“Choryeon’s work here is over. I should go save my loved one.”

“!”

Cho-ryeon’s eyes trembled slightly.

Her gaze turned to the note I was holding.

That person is where it says on this note.

That fact alone made my heart beat faster.

“You will need Cho-ryeon’s help.”

“… .”

Cho-ryeon held the note tightly.

After looking at Seolhwa for a while, she slowly bowed her head toward her and turned to walk away.

Seolhwa watched her walk away until her back, which was moving away quickly, was out of sight.

* * *

Blame- ta-ta-

The promised hash seconds.

The Hwasanpa and Namgung Se-ga gathered in the Hwasanpa courtyard and moved in groups as Namgung Mucheon and No-un had planned in advance.

The quick-footed disciples were joined by one Black Dragon from Namgung Sega, and according to their martial arts level, five disciples from Hwasan Sect were joined by two or three warriors from Namgung Sega.

“I’ll be back soon.”

“I will definitely find the herbs.”

Tad-dat!

The teams in charge of reconnaissance of distant areas set off one by one.

The second generation disciples and the third generation prospective disciples, who were not familiar with the art of divination, headed to a place not far from the main text of the Hwasanpa.

Behind them, Namgung Mu-gang and Namgung’s warriors would follow with poison and antidote.

Hit the button!

What was different from the plan was the elders’ movements.

Now that it was confirmed that all the elders were under hypnosis, scattering them did not help in breaking the hypnosis.

That’s why Namgung Mucheon decided to leave it in the text together with the elders.

‘Should I go too?’

Outside the volcano, on top of a tall pine tree.

Seolhwa, who was watching the great disciples moving away in search of their own territory, pulled up her mask.

The sword at her waist made a clanking sound.

Seol-hwa’s appearance as she watched the disciples of the volcano scattering away suddenly disappeared into the darkness.