Episode 839
Seeds of Conflict (5)
“Oh!”
Admiration appeared on Makwon’s face.
“Is that the Murim Alliance?”
Inside Daebyeolsan Mountain, full of unmelted snow.
The appearance of the Murim Alliance, with its enormous high gates surrounding countless buildings, was so impressive that it was reminiscent of a small country.
“Wow…”
Jinyang looked at the Murim Alliance in fascination.
Even though he possessed enormous strength and power unbefitting his age, he wandered around in the shadows, avoiding the eyes of the world. I’ve heard a lot about the Murim League, but this was my first time seeing it in person.
Indeed, it was like the Baekdo Martial Alliance that divided the world together with the Mukryongbu. The panoramic view of the Murim Alliance seen from the foot of the mountain was truly overwhelming to the viewer.
“Was the Murimmaeng that great?”
“It is the headquarters of the Baekdo sects scattered throughout the endless world. “That much is natural.”
The faces of Yeon Ho-jeong and Mukbi Kang-ryang, who saw the Murim Alliance for the first time in a long time, were full of familiar joy.
On the other hand, Paeyul’s face showed a particularly sad look. Excluding Yeon Ho-jeong, there was only one person who belonged to the orthodox martial arts sect. Although I have a rough personality, I couldn’t help but feel special emotions when I saw the Murim League, which was like my second home.
Yeon Ho-jeong glanced at Paeyul.
“Are you mentally prepared?”
“of course.”
After a quick answer, Paeyul paused for a moment and licked his appetite.
“Honestly, it’s still a bit like that.”
Yeon Ho-jeong smiled.
“So do i. “The thought of being stared at by so many people already makes my bones tingle.”
“You have a position, so it might end up as a glare, but I might get beaten up by a long sentence.”
“So, even if you go back now.”
“I said I would get hit, but I didn’t say I would get hit to death.”
“Isn’t being beaten by someone your age a shame as severe as dying?”
“That’s why I don’t feel safe.”
Yeon Ho-jeong smiled and took a deep breath.
In the still cold air of late winter, the green scent of spring, heralding the beginning of all things, was slowly being captured.
“Let’s go.”
The main gate to the south of the Murim League was wide open. And countless people were standing in line in front of it.
At the forefront were the monks and elders of the Tanggeum Murim League, and behind them were the inner combat units that had not gone on an operation, lined up on the left and right.
That wasn’t all. Although they were clearing the road because they were in a position, there were countless warriors behind the fighting unit, their eyes fixed on the main gate.
“hmm.”
Seunghyeonjinin glanced back.
Behind the fighting unit, countless faces of warriors were visible.
It was dispatched by an ambassador extraordinaire and plenipotentiary officially appointed by the Mukryongbu. In fact, the dispatcher was the minor master of the Mukryongbu, and the identity of the minor master was the eldest son of the Yeon family, a member of the Tanggeum six families.
He has a history so bizarre that it is difficult to explain even with the word unique. From the perspective of the members of the Murim League, on the bad side, it is the return of a traitor, and on the good side, it is the return of a talented person who can only be shaken.
But what do the warriors look like?
“It’s amazing.”
Hearing Seunghyeonjinin’s words, a look of puzzlement appeared on Bokhosae’s face.
“yes?”
“Honestly, I was nervous inside because I thought what would happen if the warriors of my hometown started a riot. “The higher-ups have given strict orders not to act rashly, but crowd psychology is a very scary thing.”
“Of course.”
“But look at their faces.”
Bonggong and the elders looked back at the warriors.
Among them, there were definitely people who did not view this welcoming ceremony favorably. The face, stained with jealousy, anger, and a sense of betrayal, has a harsh expression that cannot be described even with the word cold.
But these people did not do much. Almost all of the faces were full of anticipation and longing.
Seunghyunjin smiled.
“I think perhaps we who claim to be the leaders of the alliance are blind.”
“He’s blind…”
“Daesu Yeon, or Sobuju Yeon, has established countless majors since Kang Ho’s departure. I gained fame all the time, but I never cared about it. Because his eyes were burning with only one goal.”
“haha.”
“They seem to know that too. “You’re welcome.”
Several servants and elders smiled.
At that time, Jangmun-in, Sunwoo, shook his head.
“It won’t be like that.”
“hmm? “What do you mean?”
“Of course, they can’t possibly be unaware of the contribution made by Sobuju. And you know it’s a big deal. However, unless you see his actions in person, you cannot realize how great his feat is.”
“Huh.”
“Now their eyes are shining with longing for the strong.”
Sunwoo smiled.
“Loo Ji-soo, a genius who achieved explosive growth with countless majors at an early age, was finally named to Seongcheon. “It’s enough to become an object of admiration.”
“Oh my.”
“It may be a somewhat cold remark, but in their eyes, Yeon Sobuju’s talent is at a level that would be difficult to even be jealous of.”
“I guess so. Sunwoo Jang Mun-in’s words are also correct.”
At that time, Peng Wugang said with a bitter smile.
“That is also correct, but my opinion is different.”
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“Paenggaju?”
“The exploits made by Yeon Sobuju, the martial arts accumulated by going through tough times. It’s more than enough to make the world go crazy. But there is a real reason why they are so enthusiastic about Yeon Sobuju.”
“The real reason?”
“It’s unprecedented.”
“exception…?”
Peng Mu-gang scratched his head.
“We, the warlike people of the Paeng clan, are not as strict about etiquette as other clans, so of course we have no dignity. “What is surprising is that writers from other small and medium-sized sects regard us as friendly.”
The public ambassador said with a smile.
“The simple atmosphere of a wealthy family would be the ideal image of a prestigious family that is closest to the people.”
“Haha, thank you for the compliment. In any case, their enthusiasm for Yeon Sobuju means that they have not become complacent.”
“You didn’t settle?”
“Why would a person who was born as the eldest son of a prestigious family representing the White Island Martial Arts have any regrets and switch to the Black Island Martial Arts? To be honest, with Yeon Sobuju’s ability and Zhugegun’s political power, it would not have been that difficult to maintain a relationship with Mulongbu if there had been proper coordination.”
“hmm.”
Peng Wugang’s eyes sparkled.
“Even though he was born into a prestigious family in the White Island, he sacrificed himself to the Black Island for the sake of the world. And in the eyes of warriors, most of whom were not from prestigious families, Sobuju’s choices and actions would have looked completely different from those of other warriors from prestigious families.”
Yongseonjinin, a member of the Hwasan Sect, cleared his throat.
“It’s a statement that could be misleading.”
“It’s not that they have a bad view of prestigious families. However, for other martial artists, a famous painting is both an object of admiration and at the same time perceived as a wall that cannot be overcome. “To be honest, our presence made them feel ashamed.”
The other monks and elders also cleared their throats at Peng Wugang’s honest words.
“Kite Sobuju was different. Even though he came from a prestigious family, he was never boastful or boastful based on his reputation. On the contrary, his personality cannot be said to be a model of whiteness. On the contrary, it was rough like a black sword, and at times, too extreme.”
“….”
“However, the nature of such carelessness was more relatable to the public. Although he possesses words and behavior that are not typical of a prestigious family, he does not rely on his reputation and does not hesitate to go to the extreme of converting to the Black Island for the sake of the world…”
Peng Mu-gang burst into laughter.
“You can’t help but be fascinated. Even I, the owner of the Paeng family, sometimes feel warm when I think of Yeon Sobuju. “What can other people say?”
It was quite a self-interested remark. It was also a remark that excessively highlighted only the good aspects of Yeonhojeong.
However, he understood the public mind much better than Seung Hyeon-jin or Sun-woo Jang Mun-in.
In fact, that was the reason the warriors were so enthusiastic about Yeon Ho-jeong.
To walk steadily toward one’s goal without paying attention to what others think.
As you live in this world, you have no choice but to pay attention to what people around you think, even if you don’t want to. It works both bad and good depending on the time. It is an issue that cannot be separated from human society.
Yeon Ho-jeong was far removed from such social problems. So the evaluation of him can be good or bad.
However, the reason why Yeon Ho-jeong’s actions so far have been viewed more positively by the public than expected is because, as Peng Mu-gang said, he was not like a ‘man from a prestigious family’.
A person with a personality that is commonly seen in those around him. However, people who do not show off their good looks often.
It was bound to be fascinating.
“I hope you like it, Yeongaju.”
Zhuge Wenhu grinned and gently touched Yeon Wei’s arm.
“How do you feel as a parent whose child is recognized by the world like this?”
Yeonwi smiled bitterly.
“Don’t tease me, soldier.”
“ha ha ha!”
“No matter what his choice was, many people were embarrassed and suffered damage because of him. “Before it is a tribute to the Murim Alliance, it is an issue that, as a father, I cannot just ignore.”
“Don’t be too rigid. “He is the son of Lord Yeonga, but he is also the disciple of King Tu.”
“So, shouldn’t I be scolded instead of others in the name of being a father? “Your position as Tuwang’s disciple cannot be easily touched.”
“ha ha ha.”
Bonggong and the elders burst into laughter at the sight of Yeonwi, who had an awkward and embarrassed expression, yet was filled with pride that could not be hidden.
Of course, not everyone felt that way. The faces of some of the elders, especially Namgungin, were stiff.
“Let’s calm down.”
Namgung-in sighed and said.
“Whatever it is, the heir of an inconvenient alliance is still visiting Meng. “You need to be a little more calm because you are an ambassador who has come here on official business, not a friend of yours.”
It is no longer in a position to be called a late-stage index. In a cold sense, it is true that it is a late index, but it was the return of a great general who is difficult to establish such an expression in itself.
But it wasn’t wrong. Zhuge Wenhu nodded.
“What Namgoongaju said is correct. “We will soon enter that path, so get ready to receive guests.”
The leaders cleared their throats and straightened their postures.
And after a while.
Yeon Ho-jeong and his group appeared awkwardly between the bare, feverish trees.
Yeonwi’s eyes shook greatly.
‘Hey.’
It hasn’t even been that long since we broke up, but it was nice to see them again, as if we had seen each other for years.
‘You’ve lost weight again.’
Yeonhojeong and his party walk proudly.
They stopped in front of Samjang Street, the main gate.
thud!
Yeon Ho-jeong, who had put down the Gwangryongbu, took control with great restraint.
“Ink Dragon…”
Is it because of awkwardness or tension that has not yet been resolved?
After quieting for a moment, Yeon Ho-jeong lowered her head a little more and spoke.
“My name is Yeon Ho-jeong, Sobuju of Mukryongbu, who has been appointed as the special and plenipotentiary ambassador. “I don’t know what to do with the overflowing hospitality.”
The public ambassador spoke on behalf of the public.
“You had a hard time coming this far.”
“…thank you.”
“Well, it’s cold, so let’s just go in.”
“yes.”
Yeon Ho-jeong straightened his back and crossed over the main gate.
“Wow!!”
At that moment, a huge roar spread throughout the outer castle.
Not only Yeon Ho-jeong’s group, but even the leaders looked at the warriors with bewildered faces.
The warriors’ shouts were so loud that they seemed to turn the heavens and earth upside down. The longing of the Murim Alliance warriors for Yeonhojeong was much greater than the leaders thought.
Peng Mu-gang chuckled.
“I didn’t know you’d like it this much.”
Ipmaeng was not the head of Uijeonggun, but the minor head of Mukryongbu.
It was the return of the prodigal son.
