I Reincarnated as the Crazed Heir Chapter 396

Episode 396: The Reunion of the Rich (3)

"And that's not all. Even though I merely stationed my troops widely to show my power, didn't the ministers turn their backs in fear? Now I understand why the Prime Minister hired you."

When even Woo-gyeom spoke with admiration, Zhuge Tong smiled with satisfaction.

"You are too kind."

"Haha! How humble. Once this undertaking is over, I will never forget your contribution."

Everyone laughed at Woogyeom's politeness and put their feet on it.

"Your Majesty, you must not forget us either."

"Of course. The martial arts world will be yours for a thousand years to come."

"ha ha ha!"

The warm atmosphere was filled with laughter.

There isn't much ground left now.

In the heightened atmosphere, Namgung Son spoke softly with meticulous eyes.

"This is something we cannot afford to let our guard down. Military, what are they planning to do?"

They. Unlike Woogyeom, who looked puzzled, the leaders of the Murim Alliance held back their laughter and looked astonished.

The Heavenly Demon Sect recognized by the Emperor.

And the leader of the cult, Ma Cheon-so.

The thought of their blades coming up to the tip of my chin makes me breathless again.

However, Zhuge Tong had a plan.

"When falling drops of water gather together, they become an irresistible waterfall. But if they don't gather together, they are nothing more than a passing drizzle. Furthermore, even the sword that cuts the world is nothing more than a piece of metal if it is not used in time."

"Please explain so I can understand."

"I plan to scatter them… in all directions."

"Scatter them? Is there a clever plan?"

"The Young Leader and I have a connection from the past. On the day the uprising takes place, they won't be able to set foot in Beijing. So, if the imperial family stands upright… they will become traitors again."

"Is that possible?"

"Isn't it the military's role to make this possible? Even if we split up and arrive on time… we won't be able to turn the tide. Please leave this to me."

Woo-gyeom nodded his head in surprise at Zhuge Tong's enthusiastic words.

This is reporter Cheon who turned the tables in an instant when the situation was at rock bottom.

If you can't trust the military now, who can you trust?

However, Namgung Son's thoughts were different.

"It's not that I don't trust you… but given the timing, wouldn't it be better to be certain? If you're going to send a letter, it wouldn't be bad to write it yourself and send it here in front of everyone."

Woogyeom also agreed with Namgung Son's suggestion, as if that would be better.

The same goes for others.

Zhuge Tong chuckled and, without a moment's hesitation, picked up his brush on a blank piece of paper.

"I'm here to report to you. I have a child named Danyarang with me. If you wish to save him, come not to Beijing, but to the red house on the hill east of the entrance to Eulmi Village in Gansu. Remember: Opportunity continues until the end of life."

After writing the ornate letter, Zhuge Tong put down his brush as if he were proud, folded the letter carefully, and placed it in a letter case.

At this, Namgung Son asked with a displeased look.

"Who is Danyarang?"

"Do I have to tell you that?"

"It would be good for you to be certain too."

"If you find out, even if you commit suicide, you won't live long."

"That's really annoying."

"If that's the case, I apologize."

As the cool atmosphere settled in, Woogyeom stepped forward with a smile as if to mediate.

"Okay, okay. Enough. Anything that can turn their backs will do. Let's trust the military now. More importantly… I heard the Emperor ordered me to stop by the Forbidden City."

"That's right. The longer the standoff continues, the more confused the people will become… Isn't it your intention to end the civil war and naturally abdicate to the crown prince? Please follow his wishes."

"Hmm… isn't it possible that they're just laying a trap and waiting?"

"The imperial family has no power to stop the great army. Furthermore, the Murim Deungcheon Army will accompany you, so there's no need to worry if you live nearby."

At Zhuge Tong's refreshing answer, Woogyeom finally leaned back as if his worries had been put aside.

The martial arts world's rising powers. While it's true that they are looked down upon as commoners, their martial arts skills aren't neglected.

Although their number may be small, they alone will be able to deal with tens of thousands of soldiers.

Even if they were the masters who killed Soho Changcheon.

"If I could just regain the throne… I could turn everything around. Everything…"

Woogyeom's fist clenched.

Then he suddenly got up and shouted.

"I will go to Beijing."

Chuck. Everyone got up from their seats and followed him.

* * *

Sung Shan Shaolin Temple Pagoda Forest

‘You look a lot like your brother…’

Yang Tae-hong looked at Ma Cheon-so clearly and thought.

It was definitely different from when I saw it briefly in Kunlun the other day.

At that time, I was unconscious, so I couldn't read the mood or atmosphere at all.

But when we actually faced each other like this, I was filled with both surprise and admiration.

‘He hasn’t even reached the heights yet, yet his realm has already reached the heavens… … .’

Even if his outstanding appearance was not an issue, his aura was extraordinary.

To be honest, I wasn't confident that I could win even if I gave it my all.

'So, you're saying that defeating Yeonju wasn't a coincidence?'

The more I looked at him, the more I found him to be a truly amazing child.

Strangely, my gaze kept going there.

Even though my daughter was calling me by my name, she did the same thing.

My heart was pounding, and I wanted to go closer and test my skills.

'Could it be that I feel some kind of fighting spirit towards that kid… … Hehe.'

I laughed and shook my head. Anyway, I thought the rich guy was really amazing.

Both of them are shaking their hearts like this.

"Is it your hobby to look at other people's sons with such interest?"

"I just saw it."

"Don't look. It makes me feel bad."

"You sound like a jealous, reckless child."

Huh. Jealousy? I don't have that. Matthew snorted and took a step forward.

Then I faced my son, Ma Cheon-so.

"It's been a while, Father."

"Father, what does that mean?" Matthew sneered bitterly, a sense of inexplicable triumph and a stabbing sensation in his chest.

It was him. It was him.

That guy who came into Cheonma-dong alone and left me with only annoying things to do.

It's a long journey and it's back again.

"Now… it's become quite something to see."

It's a greeting worthy of Matthew.

"Father, you seem to have become more delicate. Your eyes have become sharper, and your wrinkles have increased. Please devote yourself to your training."

"Haha! Still so cocky."

Ma Cheon-so's lips also lifted brightly at Ma Tae-pyeong's hearty laughter.

No longer a greeting was necessary.

In the first place, Ma Cheon-so wasn't worried about him.

Who is Matthew Ping?

He is a unique being who looks down on the world alone.

Whether it's the Heavenly Palace or the Nameless, no one can pose a threat to him.

"Nameless. Is it still there?"

Ma Cheon-so nodded lightly in response to Ma Tae-pyeong's question.

"It won't take long."

"If it's about catching him, I'll help you with at least one thing."

"You were hiding here because you didn't want to get involved. I'll take care of it."

"Well, my brother and his comrades begged me to stay for a while, so I stayed."

Huh? Ma Cheon-so's head moved to follow Ma Tae-pyeong.

There was someone there with a stern expression on his face who was yelling at me as if he had never done anything like that.

Another father of his own.

The leader, Yang Tae-hong.

"Greetings. He is my younger brother, so he will be your uncle."

Ma Cheon-so narrowed his brows at Ma Tae-pyeong's meaningful smile. "What's wrong with my uncle?" He knew everything, yet he did such a bizarre thing.

[Are you kidding me? The leader of the Demonic Cult is sworn brothers with the leader.]

[Why? Do you dislike him as your uncle? I think he was quite considerate.]

[What consideration?]

[Consideration for raising you, even if only for a moment. Your father is only mine. But that doesn't mean I can kill the one who embraced my child, even for a moment.]

Could it be some childish jealousy toward your child? So you're content with being your uncle instead of your father?

My mouth fell open in absurdity.

Meanwhile, Yang Tae-hong came and said.

"Are you the leader of the Demonic Cult?"

“……I didn’t know you were here. I’ve been looking for you for a long time.”

Looking for? Who? Himself? Yang Tae-hong took a shallow breath, his eyes narrowed. It was obvious.

Why would a cult leader seek out the leader?

It must be to fight for the world and decide whether to live or die.

I know he's hot-blooded, but he's still young.

Yang Tae-hong's eyes grew even colder.

"…Seeing that you came to Mount Sung with these warriors, I don't think you came with good intentions. I don't know why those children came with you, though."

Yang Tae-hong glanced behind him.

Namgung Yena, Chun-gae, Yang So-hye, and many other Jeongpa people are also seen.

"Now, take your father and return to Cheonsan. That will be the last consideration I can give you as the leader."

Knock! Even just looking at it, I felt a strong sense of oppression.

It wasn't a bet emanating from Yang Tae-hong's body. Yet, it was a heavy aura, as if a thousand pounds were weighing on his chest.

This is possible because the opponent is Yang Tae-hong.

"Be considerate… I don't know what to do with myself when you two take such good care of such a worthless child. Let me tell you one thing."

But if he is a god, then Ma Cheon-so is his son and Ma-jon, and the heavenly horse that will tear the world apart.

Ma Cheon-so's mouth opened.

"I will take over the martial arts world, Father."

Kwakwakwang! With a thunderous noise, Yang Taehong and Ma Taepyeong simultaneously declared their bets.

The calm wind blew like a typhoon, and Mt. Sung began to shake.

"Ugh…."

The Shaolin monks and Ma Cheon-so's group nearby covered their faces and retreated dozens of steps from the sudden force.

It was instinct.

The survival instinct that if you stay among them, you will die leaving only a final scream behind.

“The Demonic Cult wants to take over the martial arts world…?”

"I'm sure your father told you clearly that I'm the only one."

Ha, Ma Cheon-so snorted and looked at the two coldly.

Are they both crazy? They're threatening to kill their own child, whom they haven't seen in a long time.

Ma Cheon-so waved his hand away the blades of the bets pouring down on him.

Then, as if he too would not back down, he used the Heavenly Demon God skill.

Whoosh!

"Now, put aside your petty pride. What did Father do until the martial arts world came to this?"

"I have completed everything you asked of me. I have rescued the princesses from the mountains of heaven…"

"I didn't say that to my father."

"I am your only father."

"star."

There is no farce as childish as this one.

Ma Tae-pyeong, who is bursting with strange jealousy, and Yang Tae-hong, who is tilting his head because he cannot read the flow of the conversation.

And in the meantime, there's a son who's keeping up with the rhythm.

It's quite astonishing that three people who are considered the best in the world are getting together and doing such a thing.

But unlike the level of conversation, the offensive clash of intangible bets was by no means easy to watch.

If things continue like this, Sungsan will be torn apart like a piece of paper.

Gurrrrrr!

"What on earth are you talking about? I'll say it again. Take your father and go back immediately."

"Before worrying about the martial arts world, look after your family first. So-hye could have been hurt."

"Don't cross the line. That's none of your concern."

"You shouldn't have worried. At least you were my father."

A colder feeling than usual was mixed into Ma Cheon-so's intonation.

As I looked at Yang Tae-hong, old memories came flooding back.

It's always been like that.

It was the clan before the family, and the martial arts world before the clan.

So I don't have any fond memories of my father.

Of course, this does not mean that I will now seek revenge on him or deny my blood ties.

only.

"Now, leave everything to me, the martial arts world, the family, and Sohye."

Come down! What an arrogant child! And what? So-hye too?! Yang Tae-hong's gaze grew cold.

Then he looked back and forth between Yang So-hye and Ma Cheon-so. Could it be…!

Urrrrr! In an instant, his internal energy exploded in his danjeon, and his robe began to flutter.

It's anger. It's extreme anger.

"What on earth have you done to my daughter!"

"What are you doing?"

"How dare you, a child of the Demonic Cult… look down on my daughter! How dare you!"

"What on earth are you imagining?" Ma Cheon-so glared in disbelief as he opened his mouth. Then.

"Don't speak. Don't think. Don't do anything. Just stay still. Be quiet."

"Are you in your right mind?"

"Brother… I apologize in advance. That child. I cannot forgive him."

So, what forgiveness? Before Ma Cheon-so could even express his grievances, Yang Tae-hong's sword slashed through the streets, sweeping them apart.

Wheeeeeeeeeek!

It wasn't even a sword, just a flying blade, but its power seemed to be enough to split a mountain.

If you touch it, you die. The alarm bell rang loudly in Ma Cheon-so's head.

He muttered through clenched teeth.

“Even if he is my father…….”

Kwaaaaak!

Ma Cheon-so's internal energy reaches ten stars, and a heavenly demon takes position behind his back.

At the same time, he also launched a new sword towards the flying sword.

"If you stop me, I won't just let it pass."

"That word, father!"

Kwaaaaang!

Ma Cheon-so's Holy Fire Demon Sword and Yang Tae-hong's sword clashed.

Then, a shock wave like a storm spread out in all directions.

"Avoid-!"