Poison Garden 1
The Tang family was in a state of complete disarray because of the appearance of those guys called Blood Cult.
This was because many of the Tang family’s warriors had died or been injured, and the other Baekdo martial arts sects had flocked to Tang family under the pretext of offering help.
According to my older sister, the Qingchengpa and Emeipa, sects located in the same Sichuan province, sent people as soon as they received the messenger book, and people were also coming from the Wudangpa and Zhuge Family in Hubei Province, which are relatively nearby.
It turned out that the Blood Cult was a cult that had been capturing people and taking their blood, and had caused mass slaughter thirty years ago, becoming a public enemy in the martial arts world.
He said that they call it a cult, and that it is worse than those who call it a cult or a heretic sect.
A nuclear waste-level piece of trash that can be called trash by those who don’t hesitate to administer cocktail therapy to people.
‘No, in the Sacheon Dangga where people are killed without hesitation, how much trash are you if you are trash?’
He also said that people were being sent to investigate from places like the Wu Lin Alliance, a martial arts association in Hubei Province.
Is this a huge deal?
That is why people are flocking in. First, the people from Cheongseong and Amipa who arrived first were invited, and a meeting on countermeasures was held at the Dangga family’s main hall, Hyeonmujeon.
“How was the search of the surrounding area?”
In response to the grandfather’s question, Baek Heo-ja, the leader of the Cheongseong sect, came running with dozens of disciples and explained the details of the search he had conducted in the surrounding area over the past three days.
The Tang family had already searched once, but we couldn’t do a thorough search because many people were injured, and as soon as the two sects arrived, Grandfather asked us to search again.
“Your Majesty, the Mandokshin-gun. Perhaps they came across the Dangga River. I recently found traces of moss falling from the rocks. However, I couldn’t confirm where they came from. Most of the traces were erased by the rain.”
Then, the Fire Master of the Amipa, who was listening to the story, also told us the results of the search on the mountain where we had fought.
“Amitabha. We searched for three days, but a sudden downpour caused all traces to disappear, and we couldn’t confirm where they came from. It’s a shame. I wonder if the martial arts world is going to be hit by another bloody storm.”
Then the grandfather shouted with a look of displeasure on his face.
“Then, I guess it’s impossible to step on those guys’ tails!”
-widely!
As the grandfather slammed the table with an angry expression, the teacup on the table shook dangerously.
And as soon as the shaking stopped, he sighed and asked Hwajungsatae.
“Ha… Hwajeongsa-tae, may I ask you to conduct a memorial service for my family members? I think it would put my mind at ease if Hwajeongsa-tae-tae did it.”
“Amitabha. Of course. Your Majesty the Mandokshingun. If you ask me, I will do my best.”
“Then, let me ask you a favor… Thank you.”
Cheondojae probably refers to a Buddhist funeral.
The dead from this incident were temporarily buried in the place where the Tang family’s unmanned personnel are buried, and it seems likely that a memorial service will be held there soon.
A total of eight people died.
Rather than killing them right away, the bastard seemed to want to inflict pain by roughly sucking their blood and leaving the nearby warriors behind. In the end, eight of them died from excessive bleeding.
It was a very small number considering the blood clot, but it was still a painful loss for the party.
Among them, there was also a warrior who had been assigned to a search party and traveled the mountain paths with me, so I also felt a bit disappointed in many ways.
I still don’t know, but it felt strange that someone I lived with and ran along the mountain paths with died.
‘Is this what it means to be family?’
I thought the brief meeting would end with the funeral request, so I was watching my sister closely and wondering when I would have to leave.
I made eye contact with a nun who was standing behind the Hwajeongsa Temple.
“ah!”
The monk was surprised when he saw my face.
‘Did you say you were Monk Yeonsu?’
I nodded slightly at her, who was surprised to see me.
I thought he was a little surprised because he only remembered the appearance of the Golden Phoenix King before I ate the Phoenix King’s food.
“When did you last meet?”
The Hwajeong incident immediately asks why Yeonsu was surprised at Yeonsu’s reaction.
When Monk Yeonsu realized that he had made a mistake, he quickly explained with an apologetic look on his face.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I ran into you briefly on my way back from the last alms-giving, but you look a lot different than you did then···.”
“Ah… Is that so? Now that I think about it, this is the first time I’ve seen a small group of people. Could you introduce me to Mandokshin-gun? If he’s here, he must be a direct descendant of the Tang family, but this is the first time I’ve heard of a small group of people like him.”
When I asked Hwajungsa-tae to introduce himself, my grandfather smiled and called my name.
“Little dragon.”
Perhaps it means to come out and say hello.
He quickly took a step forward from his older sister’s side and greeted the audience while throwing a lottery ticket.
Because I’ve heard a lot that I was quick-witted and resourceful in my past life.
“Nice to meet you. My name is Weisorong.”
But there are people who tilt their heads in confusion at my polite greeting.
I wondered why, and the same question came out of everyone’s mouths.
“stomach?”
“stomach?”
This is Sacheon Dangga, so it feels like the question is why is Mr. Wei there?
It seemed that they did not understand why Mr. Wei was present at a meeting attended only by the direct line of the party.
Then my grandfather explained with a smiling face.
To put it very simply and clearly.
“My grandson-in-law.”
“If it’s my grandson-in-law···.”
“Are you talking about your grandson-in-law? Your Majesty, Mandokshin?”
At my grandfather’s words, my sister’s face turned as if she had put on lotion, and people looked at me and my sister in turns. Only then did they realize what was happening and asked with surprised expressions.
“No, then, Lady Hwa-eun’s?”
“Heh heh, one of the Three Flowers of Murim to a young thief like that?”
The eyes of the people inside the house were focused on me and Sister Hwa-eun, and then curious questions poured in from people.
“Mandokshin-gun, can you tell me in detail what kind of small group this is? I can’t believe you’re giving your beloved granddaughter to such a young small group. You clearly wouldn’t give it to just any guy…”
“I’m really curious too. I heard that the sons-in-law of a Dangga family often have special talents… Just how special must it be for Lady Hwaeun to be….”
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It seemed like a question of how great a man must be to be able to get a beauty like his older sister.
Unless you saved a country in your past life, it would be difficult to meet someone like you.
Well, I couldn’t even save my life in my past life.
The guests’ questions are over.
My grandfather stood up from his seat, tapped me on the shoulder, smiled and answered.
“This kid caught two of the Blood Cult guys who were hiding this time.”
Then, the guests of Cheongseong and Ami nodded their heads with slightly surprised expressions and said,
“The elder of the Blood Cult is dragging along two of those guys!? The martial arts of the Sohyeop must be amazing. Those guys guarding the elder must be formidable···.”
“Amitabha. A small group of people who haven’t even become members yet. Two of the henchmen of the evil Blood Cult? This can only be a blessing to the martial arts world.”
‘I thought only the party was strange, but it turns out this world is just strange···.’
The guests, perhaps because they were martial artists, were not surprised that a fifteen-year-old boy had killed two people, but rather nodded their heads as if they had done something admirable and heroic.
But when the grandfather continued to speak, people’s eyes widened in disbelief.
“No. What Soryong caught was not a warrior of the Blood Cult, but an elder of the Blood Cult.”
A moment of silence.
At first, people looked at the grandfather and tilted their heads, thinking they had heard something wrong.
But when my grandfather nodded again, I shouted in disbelief.
“Now, Elder!? This young thief really caught the Elder of the Blood Cult!?”
“Amitabha. I don’t think the Mandokshin-gun would joke around, so how could he be so petty···.”
When the surprised people asked questions, Grandpa Mandokshin smiled pleasantly, and as expected, a little confusion came over me.
In this world, it seems that those who are good at killing are unconditionally recognized.
In that sense, I was off to a very respectable start.
***
“Little Dragon, I have a favor to ask. Is it okay?”
My grandfather called me quietly to his quarters in the evening.
My grandfather sat me down in front of him and suddenly said he had a favor to ask of me.
“What kind of favor do you have? Of course, if there is anything I can do, I will do it with all my heart.”
Then the old man nodded and began to explain the situation.
“It’s nothing else. Someone from the Murim Alliance will arrive soon.”
“Yes, I heard that too.”
I have already heard an explanation from my older sister about the Murim Alliance, a union of martial artists.
I nodded because they said someone would come out there to investigate this matter.
“Yes, there will definitely be soldiers from the Murim Alliance there, so you can show them the poison you found. You can let them know that you found the poison that is the weakness of the Blood Cult.
“What you found is important, but for the greater good, we can’t keep it to ourselves, can we?”
Let’s disclose information for the sake of a cause.
Surely, if such ignorantly strong guys start installing things, it wouldn’t be a problem for one or two people to die.
Considering the damage to our party, disclosing the information was the right decision.
Because it will cause fewer people to die.
So I quickly nodded to my grandfather’s words.
“Okay, then you should do that if it’s for a good cause.”
“Yeah, so there’s something I want you to do.”
I thought the request was for information disclosure, but it seems the real request is starting now.
When I asked what it was, my grandfather looked out the open window toward Mandokjeon and said,
“What else?”
“I think we’ll need a lot of Hobanyu’s poison in the future, but I heard from you that you can get more poison by raising them rather than catching them, getting the poison, and then killing them. Is that possible?
Even if we let them know that the poison of the Hobanyusa is effective against them, it is our party’s job to deal with poison.”
I heard the story about raising a bloodthirsty tree frog and extracting its poison.
That was something I had been waiting for, so I quickly answered in a happy voice.
“Of course! If you leave it to me, I will definitely make it.”
“Yes, I heard that the construction of Mandokjeon has been completed, so go to Mandokjeon starting tomorrow. Think of it as helping the martial arts world and work hard.”
“Really? Okay, Grandpa!”
Finally, the construction of the long-awaited Mandokjeon is said to be completed.
I really felt like I was going to sleep well today.
No, I was so excited that I didn’t think I’d be able to sleep.
***
The day after receiving a request to mass produce Hoban Yusa’s poison for the Murim.
My older sister came to see me early in the morning and guided me to my new job.
Where? It’s right next to my workplace, Mandokjeon.
As Grandfather had said, the interior of Mandokjeon had been renovated, and they had also received a separate building that got a lot of sunlight, so they had to start setting up the breeding environment in earnest today.
“By the way, Soryong, have you decided what to name the pavilion?”
A question from my older sister who was walking with me.
It was my older sister who asked me what to name the pavilion I was assigned this time.
It was because my grandfather told me to name it since it was my pavilion.
‘Are you really that greedy about naming things?’
Or maybe it was because the older sister herself wanted to name the pavilion?
I quickly answered, wondering if my older sister would show off her worst naming sense again.
Because this was something I could never compromise on.
“Yes. I had a name in mind.”
“What is it? It’s a pavilion that only deals with poisons that occur in the Tang Dynasty, so it must be very majestic and cool, right?”
My older sister’s eyes sparkling with anticipation.
He nodded and answered.
“Of course. How about the Poison Garden?”
“Poisonous water source?”
My sister’s eyes blinked at the historic name.
‘I told you there is no better name?’
