Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 789

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Episode 789. Either live like a dog or die like a wolf. (4)

thud!

As the Black Dragon King climbed the last stairs, he glared at Jang Il-so with a gaze like an angry tiger.

“You little brat… … . Selling is also good. “I can’t believe I came all the way to Hangzhou to have fun.”

If it were an ordinary person, just looking into those eyes would have made your heart stop. But the opponent was Jang Il-so.

Grumble.

Even after seeing the harsh gaze, he calmly filled his glass and smiled.

“Please sit down.”

“… … .”

“Wasn’t the reason you came this far to have a conversation?”

“Maybe they came to slit your throat.”

“Hahaha!”

Jang Il-so smiled broadly as he faced the Black Dragon King and slowly rubbed his neck. The jewelry on his wrist jingled lightly.

“I never thought this neck would be worth that much. The Black Dragon King of the world personally made me come this far. “It looks like this Jang Il-so didn’t live in vain.”

The Black Dragon King’s eyes narrowed slightly at the sight of Jang Il-so speaking softly and slowly.

‘Snake-like bastard.’

Living as a Safain means withstanding all the intrigues of the world. This is because, unlike political factions who try to maintain at least a fair cause on the outside, Safaers do not choose any method to defeat their opponents.

Those who are the leaders of the Shinju Five Clan are people who have risen to that position by breaking through with their arms and legs a world of nobles that ordinary people cannot even imagine.

but… … .

The Black Dragon King’s cold eyes glanced at Jang Il-so.

This man is of a different class from those people.

Eighteen houses along the Yangtze River, seventy-two houses in Green Forest, and Haomun.

All of these sects have their own history. The leaders of the Shinjuo faction of the time were those who inherited or usurped the power passed down from their predecessors. Of course, I can never say that the process was easy, but it is definitely different from climbing up from the bottom.

But it is not Jang Il-so.

This man literally climbed up from the bottom, created a 100,000 people, and even raised the level of Xinjuo.

That is why, even though Jang Il-so was the youngest among the leaders of the Xinchu Five Group and lacked experience, no one could laugh at him and everyone else when they gave him the name Xinzu Five Group.

I felt my stomach twist as I thought about what was hiding behind those bright and smooth eye smiles.

“Now that I know that your head is valuable, I wouldn’t feel particularly unfair if it were cut off.”

“It’s not that difficult to offer up your neck.”

“… … .”

Jang Il-so smiled and continued speaking.

“But how do you plan to stop those political faction bastards who are destroying the Yangtze River by cutting off my head and returning?”

“… … “This guy!”

It was a moment when murderous energy emanated from the black dragon king’s furious eyes.

“That’s true.”

He quickly turned his gaze at the voice coming from right next to him.

‘when… … ?’

A middle-aged man with a very ordinary look was suddenly showing himself.

Although the goatee looked quite distinctive, it was not particularly noticeable. A middle-aged man with an extremely ordinary appearance who you would probably pass by ten times a day while walking down a busy street was sitting on one of the empty tables.

“Anyone can raise their voice. But solving the problem is another matter.”

“… … “A thousand-faced monk.”

The Black Dragon King chewed his lips.

No one knows the author’s name.

No one even knows what the author’s real face is.

The face you see now is just a face created by the author. If you put your mind to it, you can disguise yourself as any face, and even change your voice and body shape to whatever you want.

The reason is simple.

This is because the author is Master Chen Myeon, the head of Haomun at the time.

“Can I get you a drink?”

Jang Il-so silently grabbed the empty glass next to him and placed it in front of me.

Squeak.

Then he picked up the filled wine glass and threw it lightly as if pushing it towards the monk Cheonmyeon.

Even though I was flying through the air, not a single drop of alcohol flowed from the full glass.

Master Cheonmyeon, who received the cup, drank it down without delay and placed it back down on the table with a loud sound.

“Good. “Is it a liquor of your choice?”

The Black Dragon King sneered softly.

“Normally, he holds his breath and pretends to be cautious, like a rat in a cat’s den, but he also gulps down drinks offered to him by others.”

“If it was the drinking cup that the Black Dragon King gave me, I might have thrown it away.”

“… … what?”

Brother Cheonmyeon smiled to make himself seem like a person.

“But you can trust the alcohol given by the defeated army. At least the loser is not someone who covets something small and loses something big.”

“Thank you for your high regard.”

“It was nothing.”

“These guys… … .”

The Black Dragon King, filled with anger, trembled his beard and ground his teeth.

Brother Cheonmyeon looked at him, still smiling.

“The Black Dragon King needs to tone down his anger a bit. “Isn’t the person in the most urgent need here right now the Black Dragon King?”

“Are you laughing at me?”

“you’re welcome.”

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Brother Cheonmyeon slightly shook his head.

At the same time, his expression changed completely. The face that seemed infinitely soft and generous just a moment ago was gone, and only the eyes sharpened like blades were focused on the Black Dragon King.

“It means that the situation is not that good. “If you’re going to act recklessly, don’t disturb me and just get the hell out of my way.”

“You rat!”

At the moment when the Black Dragon King was about to burst out of aging, Master Cheonmyeon spoke to Jang Il-so again.

“The green forest will not come… … . Oh, did you see it?”

“It would be useless.”

“I guess so.”

Brother Cheonmyeon nodded as if he understood.

He is the head of Haomun. Haomun is a place that divides the world’s information with openness. There is no way he doesn’t know that Noklim’s heart has already turned and he has joined Cheonwoomaeng.

“Still, I thought it would be like this, but I didn’t know that I would go into the dog house with my own hand wearing a dog collar. “Isn’t it because the defeated army harassed me too much?”

This is a reference to the war between Maninbang and Greenlim in the past.

“If that’s all the dish can do, it can’t be helped.”

Jang Il-so smiled.

“And it’s not necessarily my fault. “If monk Cheonmyeon hadn’t pointed a dagger at my back, I wouldn’t have annexed Nokrim long ago.”

“If that were the case, we would have been the next ones. Or maybe the ditch saw a gap and moved south.”

Brother Cheonmyeon chuckled.

Sapa is that kind of place.

A fight of all against all.

Yesterday’s enemy becomes today’s colleague, and yesterday’s colleague does not become today’s enemy.

To begin with, there are no colleagues in Sapa. Even when we join forces and fight, there is only one enemy and another enemy. If there is someone going to war, of course we should target them. It’s not cowardice to aim, it’s complacency not to aim.

Therefore, the Shinjuo faction only fought sporadically while protecting each other’s territory. If you wage a war properly, someone will definitely come running at your back.

“Then where else?”

“I sent the letter.”

“Hmmmm.”

Brother Cheonmyeon shook his head.

“I guess there’s no point in waiting any longer. So, why did the defeated army call us?”

The Black Dragon King changed his teeth.

“I have never said I would listen.”

“Then go, Black Dragon King. “I won’t catch you.”

Brother Cheonmyeon clicked his tongue.

“There is no point in fighting for dominance here. Because everyone’s feet are on fire right now. No, maybe it was a situation where a dagger was stuck in my throat. and… … .”

The eyes of the monk Cheonmyeon looking at the Black Dragon King were like blades.

“Surochae probably knows that better than anyone else.”

“… … .”

The Black Dragon King bit his lip and held back his anger.

“so? “Are you saying those smart guys are going to get together and play an abacus?”

“Then it will become an even more precious position.”

The Black Dragon King turned around as he heard an unfamiliar voice again.

A person was slowly walking up the stairs.

There was no expression on the face that was soon revealed.

I couldn’t feel any emotion at all, and my complexion was pale, not even bloodless. But rather, that put more pressure on the viewer.

The man in the blue cheongsam spoke in a cold voice as soon as he reached the top floor.

“What’s important is what benefit you get from this position. “If you’re not going to bounce the abacus, it’s meaningless.”

“… … Damn you.”

The Black Dragon King criticized him, but the monk Cheonmyeon nodded in sympathy.

Of course, the benefits he thinks and the benefits the author thinks will be slightly different. Because the author divides everything in this world into gains and losses.

Not everyone in Safar is faithful to their desires.

Sometimes we endure it for the sake of something greater, and sometimes we hide and disguise ourselves to set a perfect trap.

But the author is different. In his mind, there is only immediate gain.

Of course, there are countless people in the world who are crazy about money, and those who are most obsessed with money are naturally merchants. These people are willing to sell their souls for dazzling gold and are willing to go a thousand miles to get it. Therefore, merchants are often called money ghosts.

However, those who truly know the inner workings of the world do not use the word “ghost” to refer to such people. Because there are people who are really crazy about money.

These people will do anything for money.

Those who follow the principles of the world risk their lives on yellow gold, but those who make fun of even the principles of the world risk their lives on ‘real gold.’

Gold is just a luxury item.

The gold that truly controls people is not gold, but salt.

Therefore, in any country, it is common for merchants not to handle salt. Touching salt is often treated the same as treason.

Black ghosts who take all the risk and touch wheat salt.

It is a black ghost.

And this person is none other than Mangeum Daebu, Gong Ya-wol, the head of the Black Ghost Treasure.

Everyone’s room. Haomun. Eighteen houses along the Yangtze River. Black ghost.

The leaders of the four factions of the Hsinchu Five Clan gathered here on the top floor of Hangzhou, Qianxiu Tower.

If anyone who knew Kangho even slightly had seen this scene, they would not have been able to breathe.

“Money ghost… … .”

When the Black Dragon King tried to say something, Mangeumdaebu briefly waved his hand.

“Stop talking nonsense, Black Dragon King. I am a busy person. “Let’s hear the business first.”

“… … .”

“You lose. Tell us why you called us here. If you talk nonsense, you will have to pay a heavy price. “The sin of wasting my time is the greatest.”

The defeated army responded with a strange smile.

“If there’s one thing my godfather lacks, it’s style and leisure.”

“Anything that doesn’t make money is of no use to me.”

“Please sit down first.”

Godfather Mangeum glanced at Jang Il-so, but did not object in particular. I just sat across from him as he said.

Thousand-faced monks also came over and sat down in the seats provided, and the Black Dragon King, who was standing until the end, stomped over with an unhappy look on his face and roughly pulled out his chair. Then he growled before sitting down.

“I won’t leave you alone if you talk meaningless nonsense, Jang Il-so!”

“It’s meaningless nonsense… … .”

Jang Il-so smiled, lightly stroking the glass in front of him with a gentle hand.

“Face is important.”

His gaze landed on the Black Dragon King.

“Of course money is extremely precious.”

This time, I looked at Mangeum Loan.

“It is no exaggeration to say that there is nothing more important than information.”

Finally, Jang Il-so, who gave Brother Cheon-myeon his gaze, filled his glass.

Grumble.

The sound of pouring alcohol spread eerily through the quiet top floor of Chwihyungru.

“But all that…” … .”

Jang Il-so, holding the glass, twisted the corner of his mouth. It was a clear ridicule unlike any before. Jang Il-so’s eyes, which drew a line, shone as pale as the moonlight.

“Isn’t this a story about when the neck is stuck?”

The atmosphere on the top floor suddenly became as cold as ice.

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