< Episode 31: Giyeon (2) >
Gyu So-ha, who was possessed by Danju, the reporter, Yang Mu-won, was working hard to clean up by carrying stone debris.
This is because traces of what happened here had to be eliminated as much as possible.
The smile did not leave Gyu So-ha’s face the entire time he was doing chores like this.
Not only did his status get higher, but he also gained a body, even if it was only temporary, and he also had free time.
And that too in a report overflowing with such a vast amount of non-emergency documents.
“Hehehe.”
Although it is said that he was a vengeful spirit, he was a warrior from the beginning.
Before I died, I naturally aimed for a high level, so this place, filled with secret books, was nothing short of paradise.
Gyu So-ha, who was organizing the small cavity with the red line, looked at the bookshelf shelf where there was nothing but a wooden box.
‘Hmm. ‘What is it?’
The wooden box was none other than the one containing the scroll sealing the spirit beast.
The wooden box is said to be made of Seonryeongwood (仙靈木).
Strangely enough, the thing that had been shattered into ashes had returned to its original state.
‘Is this really the power of a good person?’
Gyu So-ha, Mok Gyeong-un, and Cheong-ryeong also saw the sight of something that had already been broken and decayed returning to its original state.
It happened just as Mok Kyung-un was holding the scroll and wondering what to do.
As if time had been rewound, the surrounding powder gathered together and took the shape of a wooden box, then returned to its original state.
‘It’s so amazing.’
It was a power that even Gyu Soha, a vengeful soul, found strange.
Should we say that it has transcended the realm of witchcraft?
Thanks to this, Mok Gyeong-un, who was wondering what to do with this, ordered Gyu So-ha to stay here for a while and guard the wooden box.
[Hmm. I guess I’ll just have to leave it here for a while.]
[Are you not going to eat it?]
[yes. You could get sick after eating it.]
[······.]
[just joke.]
I know it’s not a joke.
Master likes to eat things like this.
[Anyway, I don’t think I should touch this now. If anyone comes in here and touches or looks for the wooden box, please let me know.]
[yes! master!]
Mok Gyeong-un was interested in the person who placed the sealed wooden box here.
Why was something so dangerous left here?
Perhaps you will find out if you guard this place as instructed by your master.
Whether or not the person with the Three Eyes that the raccoon spirit beast spoke of will appear.
* * *
It’s late at night inside Cheonjihoe.
In the garden of a large manor located in the southwest of the castle, there was a middle-aged man with a sharp appearance and a small build, looking at the moon with his back to him.
While he is admiring the moon, he hears someone coughing behind him.
“Hmm.”
At this, the middle-aged man with a small build turned around as if he knew.
And then he put his hands together and bowed politely.
“Ahhh. “I don’t know what to do with myself that the King of Violent Power, one of the five kings, is visiting this shabby place.”
The man he greeted was a middle-aged man in his mid-50s with no visible sleeves and a mustache wearing strangely shaped iron rings on his muscular arms.
The middle-aged man was Won Byeong-hak, King Byeokryeokwon, a member of the Five Kings, the highest ranking official of the Cheonjihoe.
Won Byeong-hak opened his mouth and gave a similar bow to the middle-aged man.
“It’s been a while. “Cancer race.”
The identity of the middle-aged man with a dwarf physique is Amjongju (暗宗主).
Although he was one level lower than King Wu, he was a member of the Samjongju (三宗主), a high-ranking official of the Heaven and Earth Council.
Unlike other sect lords, his name is confidential, so everyone calls him the female sect lord, which is his title.
“Oh ho ho. “It’s been a long time since the competition two months ago.”
King Won Byeong-hak frowned subtly as if he was not used to the tickling voice of Amjongju.
That’s because I can’t get used to this man’s speaking style any time I hear it.
Her speaking style was reminiscent of an imperial palace eunuch, but she spoke in a tone typical of women, which sometimes made her feel uncomfortable.
‘He is truly unique.’
That face you see in front of you right now is not real.
It was a human skin mask.
A bast mask is a thin mask similar to skin that is made using human or pig skin in a shape that is almost indistinguishable from a real human face.
Amjongju was the only person in Naeseong who was allowed to receive this bastard mask.
‘No matter how much you are in charge of intelligence and secrets…’
Is there any reason not to show their true faces, even to themselves?
Since Amjongju changed his human face mask every three months, he knew that only Hoeju knew his real face.
‘Whoa.’
Anyway, what was important was his real face, so that wasn’t the case.
King Won Byeong-hak said.
“Cancer. “I would like to apologize first for breaking the rules by suddenly coming here so late at night.”
“no. I heard you come and go a couple of times while I was away. How can you apologize? “It’s something I should actually apologize for.”
“I’m just grateful you said that.”
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“Oh ho ho. So, may I ask why you came here so late at night?”
“Of course. In fact, I think it would be a more rude request than coming late at night, so I brought this as a bribe to my ancestor.”
Won Byeong-hak, the King of Violence, held up the white liquor bottle he was holding in one hand.
The head of Amjong looked puzzled and asked.
“What is that?”
“This is Jang Wonhong, which has been around for 25 years.”
“Hoo. Is that really true?”
Wonhong Jang (壯元紅).
It is one of the Shaoxing liquors and is called Myeongju along with Yeoahhong (女兒紅).
It is a liquor whose aroma becomes deeper and its flavor stronger depending on how long it is aged, and it was also a liquor to celebrate special days.
King Amjong said as he accepted the bottle, as if he was very happy.
“I don’t know if I can take this.”
“It’s a bribe, but of course you can take it. Yeo Hong drank it at her daughter’s engagement party, and Jang Won Hong was worried and brought it here.”
Jang Won-hong buried the liquor he made when his son was born, and when his son grew up, took it out to take civil service exams, pass the civil service exam, or get married, and drank it with his relatives.
However, King Won Byeong-hak had no son.
I had buried it with Yeo Ah-hong 25 years ago before my daughter was born, and while I was wondering when to take it out and drink it, I brought it here because the head of the clan likes aged liquor.
“I haven’t heard of you yet, but it must be hard to turn down your request.”
“It may be rude, but maybe it’s not a big ask for the lord of the female sect.”
“What if it’s not a big request?”
-widely!
Won Byeong-hak, the King of Violent Power, wielded his fist and spoke politely.
“I know this is rude, but tomorrow, after the final gate of Sihyeolgok, I hope that if there is a person from the secret gate at the closing ceremony, you will make a concession.”
“Bigyeongmun?”
“exactly. “I’ve been keeping an eye on her for a long time, so she was so rude and came to me late at night.”
That was exactly the request of Won Byeong-hak, the King of Violent Power.
Executives who participated in tomorrow’s closing ceremony will be given the option to receive under their wing cadets who have passed the final hurdle.
Here, Won Byeong-hak had already chosen the student of Bigyeongmun.
In response, Amjongju said:
“I don’t know the results yet, but seeing you talk like this, it seems like you’re a very talented person.”
“A kid with potential.”
‘He has the qualities to complete the power attack at full force.’
He already had one disciple.
However, he was unable to complete the final exercise of the True Wonkyukken and his right arm became crippled.
That’s how difficult it was to even learn his season.
‘That’s why he went around to ask for favors from other executives who are going to Sihyeolgok tomorrow.’
In fact, Lord Amjong had predicted his purpose to some extent.
Due to the nature of Amjong, which deals with intelligence and Ganja, he was always watching the castle, so I assumed that he was going around to ask for something related to the coronation ceremony to be held tomorrow.
And the guess was correct.
‘Right. okay.’
However, he did not express this.
This was because if he found out that he was aware of his movements, he would only offend the King of Violent Power.
“I know it’s a rude request, but…”
“no. “I was given such precious wine, so how could I refuse the request of the King of Violent Power?”
“Oh, yes, can you do it?”
“Of course. Oh hoho.”
The king of Byeokryeokken slightly bowed his head at Amjongju’s tickling smile and expressed his gratitude.
He was a highly coveted talent.
Then the head of Amjong spoke to him.
“If you don’t want to be rude to me, would it be okay if I also ask the King of Violence at this time?”
“ask?”
“Actually, it’s okay because you only have one choice, but I’m telling you in advance in case you change your mind.”
“What do you mean?”
“yes. There is one person I also covet. “That’s why I’m participating in the closing ceremony tomorrow to see if I can be accepted as a disciple.”
At those words, King Won Byeong-hak nodded.
Of course I thought that would be the case.
He was a cancer rider who never participated even though he had several opportunities.
Participating this time is, of course…
“Is it that kid? “Mohwabang’s…”
“yes. you’re right.”
“Ahhh. “I guess so.”
The prediction was correct.
Mohwabang was once called the Sadae Salsu group.
There, the rumor that a girl with great talent was participating in the gateway to Sihyeolgok had spread even to the executives.
“I don’t think you need to worry about that. “I just want a boy who has a body that can properly use physical strength.”
“Oh ho ho. “I am grateful and relieved to hear you say that.”
-clap clap
The leader of the female clan clapped his hands and spoke like a woman.
The voice was so neutral that King Won Byeong-hak thought to himself that he might be a woman.
Even though he is said to be talented, it is even more so when you see that he chooses a girl.
But I’m wondering whether I should tell this or not.
That scary woman was also coveting the girl from the mock room.
* * *
Moharang of Mohwabang frowned slightly.
Suddenly, my right ear felt itchy, and if it weren’t for Mok Kyung-un’s room, I wanted to stick my finger in and pluck it.
“The expression on your face looks like your ears are tickling.”
“······.”
She was inwardly shocked by Mo Kyung-un’s words, but did her best not to show it.
In any case, he is amazing at reading other people’s intentions.
But why did you suddenly call me?
And that too late at night.
Could it be because of the final gate tomorrow?
‘Unless there are special variables, there’s no way you, such a monster, won’t be able to pass the final gateway.’
I finally asked her if she was curious.
“······But why did you call me?”
After deciding to become a faithful ‘dog’ or ‘slave’, she treated Mok Gyeong-un as politely as possible.
Mok Kyung-un answered her question.
“iced coffee. It’s nothing special. “Can you treat me lightly?”
“What would you do if you were the opponent…”
She swallowed dry saliva without realizing it.
I don’t usually sing, but it was a bit annoying to sing to myself in the middle of the night.
It couldn’t have been called at this time of night…
“Can you spar?”
“Couple…?”
At that moment, she let out a light breath.
I guess I should say I was a little relieved.
Well, if this demon-like man had seen her as a woman, he wouldn’t have poisoned her and treated her like a faithful dog or something.
But what kind of sparring is this all of a sudden?
Since I’ve already competed with myself once, sparring is largely meaningless…
‘is not it?’
If you think about it, it might not be so meaningless.
Now that I think about it, I heard that the final hurdle may not be about survivability or potential as before, but rather a test of martial arts skills.
In that case, one way might be to raise one’s senses in advance through sparring.
and,
‘······I wanted to get revenge.’
Although I swore allegiance to the poison, I promised myself that I would be free of it someday.
And that too with fair skill.
Mo Harang’s eyes changed and he looked at Mo Gyeong-un.
Before I knew it, my eyes were moving around to find Mok Kyung-un’s loopholes.
‘It’s different than back then.’
At that time, it was not possible to accurately estimate the level of tree cultivation.
However, now that I have watched him from the side several times, I have an idea of his level of inaction and what he is good at.
-Quick quack!
I was already drawing a picture in my head.
If you want to compete with Mokgyun, you should avoid direct collision as much as possible.
It is different from the usual true energy, and even if it is slightly hit, the aerodynamic force is dispersed.
The same was true for the teacher.
‘If you don’t give me a chance.’
A picture is drawn that can kill to some extent.
At that time, I was thinking of not killing Mo Kyung-un, so I didn’t use any killing techniques or secret techniques, but I didn’t know if it would be possible if I really went into it with the intention of killing him.
“These are eyes full of motivation.”
“ah······.”
“Well, in that case, you can attack me with the intention of killing me.”
“yes?”
“If you subdue me, I will detoxify you.”
Mo Harang’s expression changed quite a bit when he heard Mok Gyeong-un’s words.
Just a moment ago, we were just simulating a hypothetical situation, but the story is different when there is a price at stake.
When Mohwabang’s Yeonsal (聯殺) and the Kill King’s (King of Death’s) secret Seomyoungbidosul were combined, she was confident that she could kill anyone at least on the same level as herself.
“······Is that true?”
“yes. I promise. “If you can overpower me right now…”
This was before Mok Gyeong-un’s words had even finished.
-Sureuk!
Small dagger-shaped daggers protruded from the sleeves of her right and left arms.
It was a sure win for the player.
He was trying to win by moving first before Mok Kyung-un realized it.
The origin of her martial arts is assassination.
Therefore, the key was to disrupt the beat rather than openly fighting with the opponent.
however,
-Tuk!
‘!?’
Moharang’s expression hardened for a moment.
‘What the hell…’
What’s going on?
As soon as he finished speaking, he made the first move.
But before he knew it, Mok Gyeong-un’s index finger was touching his neck.
‘······I couldn’t see it.’
Even back then, she thought she was far superior, at least in terms of speed.
But now there was no movement of Mok Kyung-un at all.
I wasn’t even conscious of it, but my fingertips were touching.
“It’s slow.”
-Gurgling!
At Mokyungun’s words, a drop of cold sweat rolled down Moharang’s fair cheek.
It felt like my neck would be pierced if I moved even a little.
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