Twelve Heavenly Moon - Chapter 131



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Chapter 10. The Martial Arts Alliance Opens the Ten Paths

There wasn’t a lot of free time during the day.

Shin Eung-jo’s warriors prepared everything for the king. It wasn’t just the table of drinks.

A comfortable bed was even prepared in the cleverly hidden space inside the cliff. It was a place where Shin Eung-jo’s close associates had rested for a long time, so there were beds and other things prepared, but it was clear that it had been renovated this time.

As King Na, who knew that it was because of his affection for the immortal King Na and not the King of Guisan, it could not help but be a heart-wrenching experience.

Inside, they opened a secret door leading outward and Na-wang and Sa-song spent the night there.

We only slept for a couple of hours, and when we were awake, we looked up at the star-filled night sky and chatted about old times and future plans.

Nevertheless, the two woke up refreshed, as if they had had a good night’s sleep for the first time in a long time.

In the morning, Shin Eung-jo’s warriors once again prepared a neat breakfast table.

The strange thing is that the immortal king did not refuse and accepted the breakfast they provided without hesitation.

Although Sasong showed a slightly apologetic expression, Nawang seemed to be receiving the treatment he deserved.

Perhaps he thought it was a courtesy to his old colleagues in Shin Eung-jo to gladly accept what they had prepared for him.

Just as I was about to finish the morning and wait a little longer in boredom, the crazy wind Gong Woo-mae came up the cliff like his nickname, the wind.

“Here he comes.”

Gong Woo-mae spoke to Na-wang as if reporting to his lord.

“already?”

It was scheduled to arrive at Gwisan Wangjeon in the evening. However, it arrived before noon.

“It looks like you were walking at night last night.”

“hmm…….”

“Didn’t we stay up most of the night too?”

He said it as if the incident was nothing special.

“That’s true. But he’s not the type of person to rush things. It seems like he’s in a hurry.”

“That’s right. If you knew the truth about Myeong-an Lee Jo, then of course…….”

Sasong said with a stern face.

“How are you?”

King Na asked Gong Woo-mae about the state of the Guisan Royal Palace.

“At first, he was a little confused, but he quickly regained his original form. In the meantime, he also met Myeong-an.”

“A good idea?”

“Yes. Myeong-an has secretly returned to Mugul Mountain. And it seems that he has discussed convening the Justice Corps.”

Gong Woo-mae answered.

“Well, I know that.”

“You knew?”

When Gong Woo-mae heard that Na-wang knew about the gathering of the Justice Corps of Myeong-an Lee Jo, he looked at Na-wang with a surprised expression.

“I stopped by Bukdusanmun. I heard he expressed that intention there.”

“It looks like you chose the Bukdusanmun…? The Namgung Sega family is difficult.”

Gong Woo-mae asked.

“hmm.”

Nawang answered briefly.

“What are you going to do?”

Gong Woo-mae asked with a mixture of curiosity and fear.

Even for someone with a strong body of experience on the battlefield, facing a martial arts giant like Myeongan Lee Jo seemed terrifying.

“Things will go his way, but the results will be different.”

The king answered.

“Are you planning to use his plan against him?”

Gong Woo-mae was as quick-witted as Sa-song. He quickly figured out Na-wang’s thoughts and asked him back.

“The fact that we know his true identity will be his greatest weakness. More details to come…….”

“All right.”

Gong Woo-mae didn’t ask any more questions. And there was no time to ask any more questions.

Before I knew it, I could hear the sound of small birds chirping from the bottom of the cliff.

Stab!

It sounds like a bird’s sound, but it is not a bird’s sound. It is a sound made by humans.

And that was also a signal that the King of Guisan had arrived.

Nawang and Sasong walked to the edge of the cliff in the open space. When they raised their heads, they could see the Guisan Wangjeon below the cliff.

“You came.”

Sasong muttered.

Although it was concluded that he was not related to Myeongan Lee Jo, the person closest to Myeongan Lee Jo in the Murim Alliance was Gwisan Wangjeon.

As a private, it seemed like he was instinctively on guard.

“Let’s think of it as a blessing.”

Nawang, who noticed Sasong’s feelings, said.

“Huh… That’s true. I wonder how His Majesty will react. I’m worried that he might say that he should be the center of the party and that we should protect him.”

“…….”

Nawang couldn’t answer Sasong’s concerns in any other way, because it wasn’t entirely impossible.

People are often deceived by the pretext of a greater cause and think that great sins are small.

It is also not uncommon for someone’s sacrifice to be forced upon them as an unavoidable sacrifice.

King Gwisan of Gwisan was a man who followed the cause of the Jeongpa faction, so he might have tried to justify Myeongan Leejo and the things he did.

In that case, the King of Guisan becomes the enemy.

Maybe today was the day we had to break off a long-standing relationship.

But Na Wang thought that would not happen.

This was because the belief in him was strengthened again, as King Gwisan Wangjeon was not the successor to King Myeongan of Joseon.

Hit!

The thought ended with the sound of King Guisan’s footsteps climbing up the cliff.

Guisan Wangjeon easily flew up the almost vertical cliff. Not only his head, but also his martial arts skills are worthy of being praised as one of the five martial arts masters.

Nawang and Sasong stepped back a little from the cliff’s ledge to give Gwisan Wangjeon a place to stand.

Tuttuk!

Guisan Wangjeon lightly climbed up to the seat given to him by the two people.

Then he looked at the two people and smiled.

“You’re already here. I was in a hurry to get here too…….”

“You’re not late. We just got here early.”

“Well then, that’s good. King Ja-Wang, it’s been a while.”

King Guisan also greeted Sasong.

“It’s been a while.”

Sasong lightly showed off his winnings. It had already been a couple of years since they had met briefly on business at Bukdusanmun.

It felt like even longer had passed since a lot had happened between the two of them and in the world of martial arts.

“It’s a shame that we didn’t meet on good terms.”

King Guisan said with a bitter expression.

“It must be nice outside, right?”

The king asked.

It means that I want to talk in the open space, not in a stone chamber built into a cliff inside the open space.

“Yes. The sun is shining. What a nice place. I didn’t know you were preparing a place like this. It’s a bit disappointing.”

“During the Chilma Rebellion, Shin Eung-jo’s brothers were all going through a difficult time mentally. So they needed a place to relax their body and mind without anyone knowing.”

“I mean, I’m one of those other people.”

King Guisan said with a regretful expression.

The person who created Shin Eung-jo was Wang Jeon. However, he could not help but feel resentful that he was treated as someone different within Shin Eung-jo.

“Let’s say it’s the difference between the one who gives the order and the one who carries it out.”

The king answered with a smile.

“Haha, is that so? Well, it can’t be helped. Each person has a different job.”

“Please sit down first.”

The king offered me a seat.

When Nawang and Sasong first arrived, the wooden table where the drinking table had been set had been cleared away.

Instead of glasses, there are three teacups on top.

It was a table setting that was clearly different from the one prepared for the King of Na. Just from that, Sasong could tell the intimacy that the old warriors of Shin Eungjo felt toward the King of Na.

“Hmm… it has some charm.”

Wang Jeon said, lifting his teacup.

“It’s not bad. It’s nice to forget about the world for a while.”

Na Wang-do also raised his teacup.

But Sasong kept frowning the whole time. This kind of useless conversation felt like pretense.

But that doesn’t mean he can step forward and lead the conversation.

In any case, the issue regarding the Myeong-an Dynasty was one that had to be decided by King Na and King Gwisan.

“Phew… the tea smells good, but it tastes bitter.”

King Guisan put down his teacup and said.

“Have you met him?”

Nawang started the conversation in earnest.

“hmm…….”

“What did you say?”

“Did you hear the story? The Justice League is convening.”

“I heard that story.”

The king answered.

“His plan is this. He will gather the Justice Corps from all over the world. The center of gravity will be Gupae. He will move the Justice Corps of Guro that has been gathered in this way to gather the Demonic Alliance’s demons from all over the world into one place. Then he will concentrate the power of the Murim Alliance there and decide the outcome in a single fight.”

“That was expected.”

The king answered.

It was something I already knew.

“And… he was trying to establish the Bukdusanmun at the forefront. It’s not clear whether he intends to use the Bukdusanmun as a hunting dog or whether he intends to use them as his puppet in the future martial arts world.”

King Gwisan told the truth about King Myeongan’s plan.

“He knows it too. He probably thinks that the fate of the Bukdusanmun is in their hands. If he survives this fight, he’ll be used as a puppet, and if not, he’ll fall. Either way, his goal will be achieved.”

“Hmm… He really is a very poisonous man, isn’t he?”

King Gwisan said to King Myeongan Lee Jo with a fearful expression.

“These are the people who play the game of turning the world into a sea of ​​blood. It’s not that they are poisonous, it’s that they are mentally unstable.”

Nawang said coldly.

It is a firm stance that no sympathy or understanding can be had for the Myeong-an Dynasty.

“That’s true, but… well, there’s something ambiguous about it.”

“What are you talking about?”

“In any case, shouldn’t we win the Jeongsa War?”

The sea I was worried about.

For King Gwisan, preventing the world from falling into the hands of the Demon King was more important than uncovering the hidden identity of Myeongan Lee Jo.

“So you’re saying we’ll just sit by and watch his evil deeds unfold?”

The king asked calmly.

However, King Gwisan could sense the anger hidden in this calmness. It was a greater anger than just getting angry.

One wrong word could have ended my relationship with the Immortal King today.

“That’s not what I meant.”

The king quickly denied it.

“Then what does that mean…?”

Nawang asked in a still calm voice.

“It means that fighting Ma-Mang is just as important as stopping his evil deeds and punishing him for his sins.”

“…The fight against Ma-Meng. What outcome do you want?”

The king asked.

“Isn’t that obvious? No matter what the reason, once a fight has started, it’s a fight that must be won. That’s why it’s difficult to deal with people like Absolute Three Thousand.”

“If we start a war, that’s exactly what they want.”

The king said.

“Does that mean we should just let the devil’s tantrum unfold?”

This time, the voice of the King of Guisan hardened coldly.

He had no intention of avoiding the magic’s challenge under any circumstances.

“Has there ever been a time like the past twenty years in Gangho?”

Na Wang asked a question that might seem odd.

“What does it mean?”

“The past twenty years have been the era of the political factions. No, to be precise, it has been the era of those who call themselves political factions. There has never been a time in the history of martial arts when the balance between the political and historical factions was so tilted.”

“…….”

King Guisan remained silent, still not understanding what the Immortal King was trying to say.

“But were those times really peaceful?”

“What are you trying to say?”

It seems like Wang Jeon wants to say that the martial arts world was peaceful for twenty years.

“I ask if the reign of the old dynasty was peaceful.”

“…I think that was the case.”

“That’s all! Have you forgotten how corrupt the Gupae have been in recent years? All the power and wealth in the world has been concentrated in the Gupae. Any sects that are harmful to their interests, even if they are legitimate ones, have been destroyed miserably. The Murim Alliance has turned a blind eye to the Gupae’s corruption in the name of stability in the martial arts world.”

“hmm…….”

King Jeon of Guisan was unable to properly object to the words of the Immortal King.

Because what the King said is not wrong.

It is true that during the twenty years of peace, Gupae became corrupt and ran the martial arts world self-righteously.

During that time, there were more than a few sects that were unjustly closed down.

“Let me ask you again. Has there ever been a time in the history of martial arts where one side’s monopoly lasted this long?”

“Maybe… it didn’t exist.”

The king answered.

“I am also someone who hates the group of demons more than anyone else. However, I also know very well that it is impossible to completely eradicate them from the world and create a world where the group of demons never appears in the martial arts world. This is because the division of political and social affairs ultimately changes according to people’s minds. Isn’t it the way of the world that today’s political faction could become tomorrow’s demons?”

“So what are you trying to say?”

“It means that the fight against the devil will continue forever as long as the martial arts world exists.”

At that point, Nawang closed his mouth.

He thought that if he had said this much, King Guisan would understand what he meant.

“So that means don’t try to end it all with one fight.”

“It is the greatest damage to the spirit of the martial arts world. The best thing to do is to make magic controllable.”

“A controllable state… That’s what they say, but they’re talking about the coexistence of politics and society. But is that possible? It’s already like riding a tiger. The call for justice has already been sent to the world of martial arts. It’s not something I can turn back.”

While the King of Guisan was on his way to meet Nawang, the call for Justice had already been delivered to the sects belonging to the Murim Alliance.

Perhaps in less than ten days, the Bukdusanmun will respond to the call. Then, all the sects in the world will have no choice but to respond to the call of the Justice Corps.

The powerful force gathered in this way could not help but lead to a grand battle of the four kingdoms.

“If that is the fate of the world, then it cannot be helped. Heaven sometimes forces a history of blood. However, if it can be prevented, then efforts to prevent it are necessary.”

“How do you mean?”

“Would you please leave that job to me?”

The king asked.

“Stopping the civil war?”

“Fighting is inevitable, so let’s just say it’s to prevent a big fight.”

“Is there a way?”

“I have a plan in mind. Of course, I don’t know if it will come to fruition.”

“Can’t you tell me now?”

“It’s something that could put someone at risk…….”

That someone is obviously the Red Moon who is in the blind.

No matter how much you believe in Wang Jeon, or how much the King wants to prevent the martial arts world from turning into a bloody sea, it is not as important as the safety of Jeokwol.

“Hmm… That means someone is doing something dangerous. Which means you’ve already been moving.”

Wang Jeon had a feeling that Na Wang had already done quite a lot.

“It’s called Cheongpunghoe.”

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“Cheongpunghoe? I’ve never heard of it. Is it a martial arts power?”

The king asked.

“It’s just a group I created.”

“class?”

“Yes. Let’s say it’s a gathering to help each other survive in troubled times. It’s not a gathering with anyone as an enemy.”

“The third force.”

“With their help, I’m going to ruin the game of Absolute Three Thousand.”

“Didn’t you say that this isn’t a gathering to fight anyone?”

The king asked back.

“The Cheongpunghoe sect will not fight against the Absolute Three Thousand with swords. However, they will help me in a different way. So…….”

“Can you leave the fight against Absolute Three Thousand to me?”

“Yes.”

The king answered.

“Phew…….”

King Guisan let out a long sigh.

It was not that I did not believe in the power of the Immortal King.

However, the opponent is the Absolute Three Thousand, who has been controlling the world in the dark for decades.

And the state of the world was on the brink of crisis. It was too dangerous to rely on just one immortal king.

“What should I do?”

King Guisan asked.

Ultimately, it means that you will follow the will of the King.

The king did not even say thank you to the king for such words. It was because it was not for his own selfish desires.

“Please do as he plans for now.”

“Are you talking about mobilizing the Justice Party to gather the demonic hordes in one place?”

“Yes.”

“What on earth are you going to do?”

When two forces gather in one place, a fight is bound to break out.

“When the time comes, the leaders of the two factions will have to make their own choices. Coexistence or destruction… What I want to do is to give them the opportunity to choose their own destiny. That’s as far as I can go.”

Nawang said with a stern expression.

Doo doo doo!

A group of people were running through the corridors. Judging by their attire, they were clearly martial artists.

The sight of warriors galloping along the official road from Luoyang to Chang’an was full of fighting spirit.

“Phew…….”

A middle-aged merchant who had been selling wooden crockery at a street stall on the side of the road sighed.

Then, a man selling medicinal herbs dug up from the mountain next to him spoke.

“Why are you sighing? Is it our job?”

“But if the martial artists start fighting, it’ll be hard to do business. They say that people who go around the government will get punished.”

“Don’t worry. It’ll be different this time.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I heard that the entire Martial Arts Alliance has joined in. I heard that the Martial Arts Alliance’s masters are building up their forces all over the world. It seems like they’re attacking the Demon Alliance’s demons almost simultaneously.”

“Wouldn’t that be a bigger problem? The world would become a battleground.”

“Huh, this guy knows one thing and doesn’t know the other. Fighting is scary when the forces are equal. Do you think Ma-maeng can handle the Murim Alliance with his forces? They’ll definitely run away in an instant. If that happens, well, I guess I’ll go outside or something. It won’t take long. So don’t worry about business.”

The old merchant spoke confidently, as if he had the whole world in his hands.

“Is that really true?”

“Huh, well, trust me.”

“By the way, where did you learn such insight, sir?”

The middle-aged merchant asked in admiration.

“You’re all old. Wasn’t there the Chilma Rebellion more than twenty years ago?”

“Yes, I did. I was young back then too…….”

The middle-aged merchant suddenly sighed, feeling resentful of his own aging.

“This guy, he’s talking about his age in front of an old man who’s about to be put in a coffin.”

“Ah, I’m sorry. I feel so sorry for having done nothing for the past years and just running a street stall…”

“Don’t say that. But if you have a house to live in when the sun goes down and you don’t let your family starve, then you’ve achieved success.”

“Is that so?”

“Of course. I don’t have a wife or children, so why would I be so indifferent? Anyway, during the Seven Horse Rebellion, I was involved in the Murim Alliance’s work. So I know quite a bit about the situation in the martial arts world.”

“Really?”

The middle-aged man asked with a startled expression.

“Otherwise, how would I know about the affairs of the martial arts world?”

“Then, are you still connected with the people of Murim?”

“Well… I wouldn’t say that, but I do occasionally run into people from back then. We just exchange greetings or something.”

“Hey, now that I look at it, you were a great person, sir?”

“You’re amazing! I told you, you’re the one who ran errands.”

“Still. How many people in the martial arts world do you know?”

“Whew, the farther away you get from the martial arts world, the better. Sometimes I even wish those people would just evaporate into another world all at once. Of course, that was during the Chilma Rebellion.”

The old man shook his head and said.

“Are they that annoying?”

“It’s annoying. They’re people who fatten themselves by drinking human blood. Hey, let’s stop talking about that. It’s almost lunch time, and I’m losing my appetite. Anyway, don’t worry about this fight. It’ll end easier than you think.”

The old man was convinced.

“Well, if that’s what you say, then I guess so.”

The middle-aged merchant seemed a little uneasy, but eventually seemed to agree with the old man’s words.

“Things aren’t looking good.”

Ma Young-cheon passed by and heard the conversation between the two merchants, then said with a bitter expression.

“Why do you care so much about the stories of street vendors?”

Ma Young-hwang, who was following behind, spoke to Ma Young-cheon as if he was being too sensitive.

“That’s the problem. The strategists of the Gangho are well-informed about the situation, so they speak based on evidence. The author’s merchants speak based on feelings. However, his crisis is actually very accurate. It’s something that is created by the fighting spirit of both sides.”

“…It seems that the followers of Ma-Meng are intimidated. The justice of the martial arts alliance has been summoned from all over the world at once……”

Ma Young Hwang said with a worried expression. He then glanced at Jeokwol who was walking ahead.

But Jeokwol didn’t look particularly worried.

However, Ma Young-cheon and Hwang did not understand the appearance of the red moon.

The Jeongsa Daejeon that Jeokwol had originally planned was not an all-out war.

They launch surprise attacks all over the world, then hide in the darkness again to avoid enemy pursuit.

Jeokwol’s plan was that if each martial arts sect, concerned about the safety of their own faction, summoned the masters they had dispatched to the Murim Alliance, the Murim Alliance’s power would be weakened and the possibility of an all-out war would disappear.

After that, if a boring long-term war continues, a compromise will be reached with the Murim Alliance. This was the best result that the current Demon Alliance could achieve with its current power, and this was the known plan of the new Demon Lord and Jeokwol.

However, as the Murim Alliance summoned the Justice Alliance and powerful Murim Alliance forces were formed throughout the world, Jeokwol’s plan was ending in failure.

Among the people of Ma-Meng who had already emerged as Kang-Ho, some were returning to Ma-Meng or were leaving the Central Plains and fleeing to the new world.

The problem was that the movements of those mines were not under the orders of the leader of the Ma-Meng, the Nine Heavenly Lords of the Later Jin.

They were a ragtag bunch, making their own decisions for their own safety without any orders from the leader or reports to the leader.

If that’s the case, then Ma-Mang will never be able to endure this fight.

If we continue to gather like this and face a full-scale attack from the Murim Alliance, the Demon Alliance will be annihilated.

But despite that, Jeokwol didn’t seem too worried.

It was as if the fight had nothing to do with him.

That kind of appearance was difficult for Muyeong-oh-ma to understand.

And finally, I couldn’t help but ask the question I had usually been careful about.

“Your Majesty, are you going back to Sangcheon Valley like this?”

Ma Young-cheon asked cautiously.

“hmm…….”

Jeokwol nodded absentmindedly.

“Then in the end… we’ll face the enemy at Sangcheon Valley.”

“Maybe so? Or maybe you should find a more suitable place.”

The red moon answered.

“Surely… you’re thinking of going to war with the Murim Alliance? If that happens, then your original plan….”

Ma Young-cheon asked with a surprised expression.

“Plans change depending on the situation. Don’t be impatient. The current situation won’t last forever. There will be another change soon.”

“Do you have any other plans?”

“Well, I have something in mind… but I don’t know. Things don’t always go as planned. Well, if things go wrong, I’ll have a proper fight.”

“but…….”

Ma Young-cheon looked worried.

“Why aren’t you confident?”

“Honestly, in terms of power…….”

“Okay, okay. You have to be careful like that. Even if you’re in the magic world. So if a showdown does break out, you guys should retreat.”

“yes?”

“War is, after all, the one who survives wins. Especially in the magic realm.”

These are unexpected words from Jeokwol.

Ma Young-cheon made a bewildered expression as he saw Jeokwol’s appearance, which was different from his usual appearance as the new demon lord.

“Why? Were you willing to risk your life for Ma-Meng?”

I asked Ma Young-cheon, who was feeling restless under the red moon.

“That, that…….”

Ma Young-cheon stuttered.

Of course, he had no intention of throwing his life away for Ma-Meng. Maybe it was Honma Chang.

“Don’t forget. Who is the object of your loyalty?”

“Oh, I understand.”

Ma Young-cheon quickly realized the meaning of Jeok-wol’s words and answered.

Jeokwol is telling Ma-Mang to risk his life not for himself but for himself alone.

“When this big fight is over, I want someone to stay by my side. I can’t go out and do all sorts of odd jobs, right?”

Although he said that, Muyeongoma took it in a different way.

They began to think that Jeokwol truly cared for them.

“We will always be by your side.”

Ma Young-cheon spoke as if swearing loyalty.

“I wish that were true. There’s too much useless work in this damned martial arts world. I can’t just kill all the annoying things.”

Ma-young Cheon-deung’s face flinched at Jeok-wol’s eerie words.

But then they heard something that made them even more scared.

“If Lord Muyeongma wants, I can kill them all…….”

These are the words spoken by Hwandong, who was walking shoulder to shoulder with Jeokwol.

The Ma Youngs knew that it was a joke, but it was no joke at all.

This is because they witnessed with their own eyes Hwandong killing Sa Bangyu, the master of Hyeonhakwon.

At that time, Hwan-dong treated Sa-bang-yu as a pleasant prey, not a life-or-death enemy.

If Ma Young-cheon and others come forward, Hwan-dong, who had been playing with the Sa-bang-yu like a marble in his hand, must be prepared to die.

Moreover, the indifference with which he killed him… Those who had seen with their own eyes that human life was worth less than grass in Hwandong’s hands, their fear of Hwandong exceeded their fear of Jeokwol.

“It’s not good to have a lot of blood on your hands.”

“…Okay. If that’s what you want, Muyeongma, then that’s what it is.”

Hwandong never objected to Jeokwol’s words.

Whatever Jeokwol said, Hwandong easily agreed.

Except in one case.

“hungry.”

Hwandong said.

The moment they heard Hwandong’s words, Muyeongoma realized that it was time for them to move.

I don’t know about anything else, but when it came to filling his stomach, Hwandong would not yield to Jeokwol.

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“What could it be?”

Yun Zhong-hak Gon muttered while deep in thought.

I’m not asking anyone.

Of course, there was the bachelor’s sword, Jongseon, who appeared in front of him sooner than expected.

But the question was not directed at the bachelor’s degree candidate.

The question he was asking himself.

He had already heard everything he wanted to hear from the Bachelor’s Degree Examination.

There was no doubt that Ma Meng had mobilized assassins to attack the Luoyang Academy in retaliation for the Cheonsan Bloodshed or as a way to ascertain the exact location of the Mythological Secret Sect.

It could have been, and it was bound to happen. If evidence had emerged that the Cheonsan Blood Temple was involved in the Shinwa Secret Buddhism.

Still, the questions do not go away.

It was a cloud-and-cloud school Gon who could not shake the feeling that there was something lurking behind it, even though it was true.

So, he sat down in front of the bachelor’s examination room and was deep in thought, wondering if he had missed anything.

Jongseon did not interfere with the learning of such things.

It wasn’t like he was thinking about it together. He just sat there comfortably, watching the clouds drift by, casting shadows on the river below the high mountain, as if it had nothing to do with him.

“What do you think?”

In the end, Unjunghak Gon, who had not found the answer, asked Jongseon.

Then, the bachelor’s degree examiner Jongseon answered curtly.

“What does it matter? Whether there is a secret hidden in it or not.”

“What do you mean?”

“The Martial Arts Alliance has called for the Justice Squad, and the world’s martial artists have gathered at nine strongholds to fight against the Demon Alliance. This means that it is not a situation in which anyone can resort to trickery.”

“Damn it… Who is talking about the current state of affairs? I’m asking about the attack on the Mythological Secret Buddhism.”

“It’s the same. Whatever Ma-Maeng’s intentions were behind his actions, they can no longer be interested in the Mythological Sect. The moment the Justice Squad is called, the scheme loses its meaning. Even if the master of the scheme is… Ma-Cheon.”

At Jongseon’s words, Yunzhonghak Gon frowned.

“But if you look closely, it’s four hundred. That’s a bit harsh.”

The roots of the three absolute heavenly beings are the same.

They were people who could not tolerate others belittling each other, even though they were playing a game of killing hundreds and thousands of people over the world.

The only people who were qualified to criticize someone in the Absolute Samcheon were each other.

That’s why even his successor, the scholar-official Jongseon, didn’t like the fact that he was calling Macheon so carelessly.

However, the scholar-official Jongseon did not care much about Yunzhonghak Gon’s feelings.

In particular, he had no intention of respecting the Ma-cheon Honma spear. This was because the incident in the Twelve Regions still remained as a resentment deep in his heart.

“He is not a man who deserves my respect.”

The bachelor’s degree candidate, Jong-seon, spoke coldly.

“Even though you are the superior of Mu-maek?”

“That person cut off my arm and slaughtered my brothers. At that moment, Ma-cheon lost his meaning as the leader of the sect to me. Of course… I acknowledge his existence as the Absolute Three Heavenly Kings. Always. Because he is a strong person.”

“Hmm… Ugh, why did you do something like that… Tsk tsk.”

Yun Zhong-hak Gon clicked his tongue.

If you think about it, it was only natural.

How can you respect someone who cut off his own arm?

“What are you going to do now?”

This time, Jongseon asked.

“Are you curious?”

In the first place, Jongseon had no part in this game.

Because it was the last playground that Yunzhonghak Gon unfolded as Milcheon. Therefore, the future progress also depended on Yunzhonghak Gon’s thoughts.

“Since it is certain that a full-scale war will break out, it will not be easy to maintain a balance of victory and defeat for three years.”

If there is no difference of victory or defeat between the two men for three years, the winner of this bet is Milcheon.

However, once the power of the transfer of power was gathered in one place, there was bound to be a difference of victory or defeat.

“Haha… It turns out that the only way to avoid winning or losing is to not fight.”

“…….”

“Isn’t there such a thing as a double-crossing plan? Then it’s a draw. Hahaha!”

For a moment, a cruel glare passed through Yun Zhong Xue Gon’s eyes.

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