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Moyong Jaehwa answered Eunho’s question while trembling.
“I, if Grandpa catches me, I’m going to die……. Uh, uh! I’m definitely going to die.”
Eunho was dumbfounded by Moyong Jaehwa’s actions, who was crouching on the rooftop and covering his head with both hands.
Even so, to think I’d be killed by my grandfather? What kind of grandfather in the world…
Ah! His grandfather was the Wind White Wave Sword, wasn’t he!
“Because you picked up a bow instead of a sword?”
“Uh, yeah!”
Eunho tilted his head.
But you chose the bow knowing you were going to get scolded, didn’t you?
“Ah, I know… I know. But still, I guess you could say I’m not mentally prepared yet… No, I mean, I guess you could say I’m not ready to be hit…”
Eunho was dumbfounded.
To think you would deliberately choose that path even knowing you would be so afraid.
I was fascinated by my friend who was contradictorily brave.
“Is it that scary? Scary enough to be ready to get hit?”
“I-actually, I was planning to learn external martial arts on my own. W-of course, even if I learn external martial arts, I’ll still get hit by the Internal Heavy Hand Technique, but at least the bruises will be less severe…”
Eunho also swallowed hard at the mention of the thought of even learning external martial arts.
It is because I realized that I shouldn’t assume this is just the level of corporal punishment a normal grandfather would administer.
How much must the child have been beaten to be acting so anxious…
“Haa… But how did your grandfather at the main house find out about your situation? Did someone else tell him?”
Moyong Jaehwa shakes his head vigorously.
“That can’t be true. I’ve made sure everyone keeps their mouths shut. But what I suspect is…”
Moyong Jaehwa stares blankly at the slip in his hand.
“…….”
Eunho let out a long sigh of embarrassment. ‘Senior Brother! Senior Brother! Senior Brother! Just how much more do you intend to make me feel ashamed!’ Looking at the receipt, the picture becomes clear.
Jin So-woon, who alone displayed confidence while everyone else showed anxiety about the ‘distinguished guest invitation’.
As far as he knew, the senior disciple didn’t have many connections, so he wondered who on earth he was planning to call with such overflowing confidence.
“No matter how reckless the Senior Brother is, he wouldn’t invite Mr. Go of the blacksmith shop to a ‘distinguished guest invitation.’ But so it was Lord Pungbaekpageom… It was clear that he had sent a letter to Moyong Gang because he knew that Moyong Gang, upon realizing Moyong Jaehwa’s transgression, would fly to the academy immediately.”
After taking out all his anger on Moyong Jaehwa, he must have intended to ask her to attend the ‘Distinguished Guest Invitation’ event while he was there.
It’s obvious without even looking.
“ha…….”
“In the end, the victim of all this is this poor Moyong Jaehwa.” “I knew it, that money ghost opened the purse bag so obediently.” Watching Moyong Jaehwa trembling and turning pale, I couldn’t lift my head out of sheer guilt.
Still, should an innocent person like Moyong Jaehwa suffer because of a madman?
Didn’t he call me as soon as he got money, saying he would take care of his friends first?
Wicked and evil fruit
Ah, as the saying goes, the one who started the work must clean it up.
“What, what are you doing?”
As Moyong Jaehwa watched Eunho take out the Four Treasures of the Study from his pocket, he asked.
Eunho spread the paper wide, dipped it in ink, and moved the brush as he answered.
Serving justice.
“huh?”
It was a look filled with a determination more resolute than ever before. To think he dared to let out a lion’s roar loud enough to be heard in the headmaster’s office, within the sacred Murim Academy.
The school director and the school leaders who rushed to eliminate that despicable intruder.
however.
“……
H-how did you get here… … .”
They were stunned when they saw the face of the ‘intruder’.
Among the bridgeheads, there was one who, as if recalling some unpleasant memory, stepped backward with a pale face and quickly ran away.
The intruder stroked his beard and said
“The spirit of Samcheong Musang Sword is terrifying. You didn’t even greet your senior when you saw him.” At the ‘Intruder’s’ words, Buk Won-pyeong, whose hair stood on end, quickly clenched his fists.
“M-I greet Elder Murong Gang! Have you been well?”
Those standing nearby also hurriedly followed suit and bowed.
Greetings!
Murong Jiang.
Murong Jiang!
That eccentric and infuriating name echoed throughout the academy.
Even while bowing, the bridge heads’ hands were trembling.
It wasn’t just because of his strength.
What is truly scary is his unpredictable and eccentric personality.
“Seeing that you have come out as a group like this, I suppose you have come to punish me. Bring it on!!!”
It was precisely because of these points.
“Th-what do you mean? Um, we were just wondering if something might have happened inside the school building…”
Didn’t he let out a lion’s roar loud enough to make the entire academy resound?
Among the servants, some collapsed while gagging, and among the academy students, some grabbed their swords and came out, thinking that a war had broken out.
Of course, it is only natural for the head of the academic department and the professors in charge to come out and see.
Murong Gang was seizing on that as an excuse to talk nonsense, challenging him to fight back.
“In that case, you should have greeted them and guided them. Is it right to just leave them parked on the street like this?”
“Th-then, I will escort you to the Dean’s office… no, the VIP room.”
“I don’t want to!”
Ah, seriously! You’re not a kid!
As people get older, their eccentric personalities are bound to subside.
Why is my temperament running wilder and wilder along with my martial arts skills?
Even as anger welled up inside him, making him feel like his stomach was churning, Buk Won-pyeong did not wipe the smile from his lips as he spoke.
“Um, then, may I ask what brings you here?”
“Ask yourself, I did not permit it!”
A violent spasm occurred in Buk Won-pyeong’s lips.
Still, you have to endure it.
I didn’t want to be the subject of rumors about getting beaten up and breaking my leg at this age.
Even if the opponent is the mighty Broken Sword.
To avoid offending him, Buk Won-pyeong bowed his head even lower and asked again.
Then, may I ask what I want to ask?
Hmm? Alright, go ahead and ask.
Anyway, this old man…!
“Ahem, what brings you to the academy…?”
“I heard my grandson has touched a bow?”
“……!”
Buk Won-pyeong’s eyes shook violently.
Murong Gang’s face turns gloomy.
Gulp.
So you knew.
No, whether a student chooses a sword or a bow as their primary weapon is not something the academy director can force, is it?
“Th-that is…….”
Just as Buk Won-pyeong was about to make an excuse.
“Anyway, you know that not telling me was clearly wrong, right?”
So that’s why you’re so nervous in front of me, isn’t it?
That persistent gaze, as if seeing through everything.
People with eccentric personalities are often simple-minded.
Soothing and coaxing… It might sound strange to say this about a true master, but if you coddle them, they usually manage to clear their throats and save face on their own.
Moyong Kang has an extraordinary ability to grasp his opponent’s thoughts and uses that to torment them.
And enjoy it.
More than anyone else.
If he weren’t the real head of the Murong clan, he would have long since become a public enemy of the Jianghu.
Buk Won-pyeong racked his brains desperately. How on earth could he get out of here?
It may be unavoidable to get beaten up by Murong Jiang, but now that I’ve become a prominent figure in the martial arts world, shouldn’t I at least avoid getting beaten up in front of people?
Besides, given Murong Jiang’s temperament, it doesn’t seem like a few words would simply appease his anger.
“Ah, no! Um, if I had known, I would have told you long ago…….”
Several bridgeheads trembling under Bukwonpyeong’s gaze entered.
Those who recently joined hands with Baekdohoe to form a fake delegation.
Not stopping there, these despicable people who insisted on disciplining Jin So-un, the head disciple of the Seokga Sect, over the matter of Ak Ju-pyeong.
Buk Won-pyeong’s eyes flashed.
It is all because of the bridgeheads!
“yes??”
“That duty is originally under the jurisdiction of the bridgeheads, but since they didn’t report to me on time…”
The bridgeheads’ gazes turned toward Bei Yuanping as if wondering what on earth this was all about, and Murong Jiang’s gaze shifted from Bei Yuanping to the bridgeheads.
So you’re saying that?
Crunch.
“P-Elder Pa-Geom, that is not it……!”
Before the bridge heads could even come up with an excuse, Murong Jiang’s divine presence faded like smoke.
“I, Ihyeonghwanwi?”
I witnessed a magnificent divine power that is rarely encountered and can elevate the realm of martial arts, but…
The problem was that the target of the attack was themselves.
“Ugh!”
“Cough!”
“Heh!”
The standing bridge heads suddenly let out screams of pain in unison and rolled on the floor one after another.
Buk Won-pyeong swallowed hard and wiped away his cold sweat at the sight of Mo Yong-gang, whose form was not even visible.
Murong Jiang, having just finished a commotion, asked Bei Yuanping with a much fresher look on his face.
“Where is Murong Zaihua?”
“Ah, he/she is probably at the dorm. Today is a holiday, so…”
“Where is that place?”
For a moment, Buk Won-pyeong involuntarily wore a dazed expression.
Did you come here without knowing?
Are you saying he just got angry and started screaming as soon as he walked in?
Is this person really a White Path warrior?
As Mo Yong-gang’s gaze was about to sharpen, I quickly bowed my head.
I will guide you right away.
So, four
They searched the dormitory, but Mo Yong-jaehwa’s whereabouts remained unknown.
The students at the academy who only say that he left without revealing his destination.
Watching Murong Jiang’s expression crumple as he could not let go of his anger, Bei Yuanping was at a loss for what to do.
at that time.
wedge
A sound cutting through the air tickled Buk Won-pyeong’s ears. ‘W-what is this? An ambush?’ It was clearly an artificial sound, but even after looking around, no object was in sight.
“What is this?”
Murong Jiang reached out his hand with a nonchalant remark.
Then, the arrow falling vertically from the sky was easily caught in Murong Jiang’s grasp. ‘A curved shot?’ Bei Yuanping could not hide his surprise.
Even though Murong Jiang was capable of instantly catching an arrow shot in an arc, the fact that it was invisible to Bei Yuanping was practically the same as saying it was shot vertically.
Meanwhile, Murong Jiang’s attention turned elsewhere.
“A letter?”
He unfolded the paper tied to the tip of the arrowhead and read the densely written words one by one.
What kind of seal could it possibly be?
While Bukwonpyeong couldn’t even dare to think of asking a question.
After reading the entire text, Moyong Gang’s face had already turned into that of a demon.
Bukwonpyeong felt as though he were suffocating. ‘W-what is this? Has the clan been attacked?’ An unprecedented pressure spread in all directions from Moyonggang.
Pressure so severe that even Bukwonpyeong could not easily handle it.
Eventually, the name of the person who caused the anger burst out of Murong Gang’s mouth.
“Jin So-woon!!! You damn bastard!!”
huh?
Buk Won-pyeong could not help but be dumbfounded.
Why is that guy’s name coming up here? #OneArrowDefeatsAThousand
It was a nickname given to Moyong Jaehwa, who protected the academy students with a single palace.
An extraordinary nickname for a mere academy student who hasn’t even entered the alliance yet.
To the eyes of the disciples of Shaolin and Jianchang, who were intoxicated by sorcery and out of their minds, Moyong Zaihua’s divine power was at a level that left them unable to contain their astonishment.
It was only natural that his lineage as a direct descendant of the Murong family, a renowned family of swordsmen, piqued people’s curiosity.
It wasn’t just Moyong Jaehwa.
To the Gold, Silver, and Bronze brothers, who blocked Kunlun’s Thirty-Six Swords and Plum Blossom Formation with just three members, the Iron Wall Three Dragons
A new nickname was attached to him. ‘Damn it, but why am I still called the Black Flame Dragon?’ Although the Gold, Silver, and Bronze brothers expressed regret that the nickname ‘Black Blood Three Dragons’ had disappeared for some reason.
In any case, it was perhaps natural that rumors spread about our group going to Sacheon to rescue the academy students.
Isn’t the story structure enough to make you crave a drink?
Moreover, the Murim Alliance’s behavior of dragging out the war in Sichuan by making a mess of things, failing to utilize the detailed strategy I provided.
The escalating atmosphere of war.
The endlessly soaring prices of daily necessities and iron ore made people increasingly anxious.
They needed a story that would relieve their anxiety.
If there is by far the best story among them, wouldn’t it be *One Thousand Soldiers*?
“Ah… this… it can’t be helped. Of course.”
Judging by the speed at which the rumors were spreading, it was clear that the day would soon come when the true details would be revealed to the Murong family.
And since Moyong Jaehwa was born as a direct descendant of a renowned swordsmanship family but chose the bow, he was bound to face this hardship at some point.
Moreover, since I am receiving money to take a beating that I originally would have just been beaten for free, what a profitable deal this is.
Hmm, the tea smells nice.
Just as I was calmly savoring the scent of the Seven-Colored Flower while praying for the repose of Moyong Jaehwa’s soul.
Aaaargh!
Burp!
*Gasp!*
A scream echoes from the hallway. ‘What is it? Is it an ambush?’ I swallowed the Seven-Colored Flower in one gulp and placed my hand on the Black Dragon Sword to guard against the attacker. ‘Ak Ju-pyeong? Zhuge Qi-biao? I’ll break the arm of whoever it is in an instant!’ The fight is already over, yet to think they still refuse to admit defeat and are staging a show of force like this.
It is utterly unsightly.
As someone who loves justice and abides by the law, this is an act I absolutely cannot forgive.
Ah, I’m absolutely not saying this to interrupt my precious car time.
I drew up the Taeeul Jingyeong and prepared for the enemy’s invasion.
And a short while later.
bang!
With a huge explosion, the office door shattered into pieces.
Huh? That’s a bit intense.
A doll walks in through the thick dust.
Uninhibited attitude, confident strides.
It was definitely the gait of someone who exists in my memory. ‘What is this? Why am I here…’ The person who had pushed through the dust with a grim expression plastered all over their face was someone who should have been somewhere else right now.
Right, it definitely should be somewhere else…
“Jin So-un…….”
Crunch.
Why is Elder Moyong Gang of the Wind-Blocking Sword here at this hour?
He appeared here, when he should have been severely beating his grandson who had gone astray.
“How dare you cut off the lineage of the Murong clan?!!!!!!”
With the intent to beat me to death instead of his grandson.
Fuck… what happened?
