Episode 1238.
The swelling was both surprising and disconcerting.
“How do you know that?”
“That person told me.”
When the Taoist priestess pointed to the man who had died, he furrowed his brows.
I can't tell whether I should believe that or not.
“Thanks to the sudden help from Hwaunsangbang, I was able to open this successful dumpling shop… but my wife eventually changed, and I was soaking in blood, slicing human flesh in the warehouse every day.”
It's too detailed to be dismissed as nonsense.
She clicked her tongue as if she felt sorry for the man.
“In the end, since I cut up human flesh, it was no different from killing countless people and accumulating evil karma.”
In an instant, Bu-eun-seol's eyes deepened.
When he performed the Bloody Seventh Sect at the Yanggwan branch a while ago, he also saw people's evil deeds in the form of snakes.
So, can she see such things without the bloodletting and chains?
'Evil… I see.'
Let us chew on the word evil karma.
Bu Eun-seol soon wondered how the Taoist priestess could have such powers.
I was able to find the answer to what her identity was.
But he kept quiet and didn't show it.
“In the end, those behind them must have used the poor to keep their secrets.”
“You can communicate with the dead?”
Bu Eun-seol asked with a meaningful expression.
“Is there really such a thing as soul summoning in this world?”
What if you could talk to the dead?
Wouldn't it be easy to find the evil spirit by calling on the grandfather's spirit?
Even if they don't tell you anything about the beast, you can still ask them a lot of questions.
“I don’t know, do I?”
“But how did you talk to the dead?”
“We didn’t have a conversation.”
The Taoist priestess shook her head.
"Even at the moment of death, a person retains consciousness for a moment. And when the breath ceases, the psychic barrier temporarily disappears. And using that moment, we can briefly peer into the spirit realm."
The Taoist priestess did not use any magical or supernatural powers.
As if the swelling were unfolding a fantasy.
It is a power that is close to the study of the mind and is based on the principle of non-learning.
'Such abilities would be of immense help in resolving this matter.'
Even if you go to a freight forwarder.
There's a high chance that you'll be put under a death penalty if you leak the secret, and even if you don't, no one will readily disclose the information.
It would be a great help if you go with her.
“Are you going to keep following me?”
"no?"
The Taoist priestess said as she naturally and clumsily carried the bamboo box back on her back.
“I have to go now.”
It's a dizzying thing.
When will you persistently follow me?
I thought he had some useful abilities, so I tried to accompany him, but he was already preparing to leave?
'There's a purpose.'
So far, I have met all kinds of eccentric people and countless people while traveling the world of martial arts.
Bu Eun-seol could intuitively sense that this Taoist priestess was observing her for some reason and wishing for something.
“They are killing innocent people to make a fuss.”
After thinking for a moment, Bu Eun-seol opened her mouth.
“Let us join together and uproot them.”
“Are you a swordsman of the martial arts world?”
The Taoist priestess asked a meaningful question.
“Is this why you wander the martial arts world like this, to help innocent people?”
“There is also the intention to save people.”
Bu Eun-seol spoke honestly.
“But all of that was done for revenge.”
"plural?"
“Yes. I’m chasing them to find the murderer who killed my grandfather.”
The Taoist priestess was a figure of the righteous sect and possessed good energy, so in order to get her help, it was necessary to imitate the Ming knight.
But why did he mention revenge?
Gulp.
At that moment, Bu Eun-seol turned around for a moment.
After releasing the spell, he regained his original appearance.
The dark magic, unlike the normal magic, changes its appearance like waves, so its appearance is hidden.
'Not only did he have the power to see the spirits of the dead… … .'
Even if you can't see into someone's heart, you can at least discern between good and evil and truth and falsehood.
'You probably already know who I am.'
He revealed his true form because he was sure he knew who he was.
“So that was your original appearance.”
"exactly."
As expected, the Taoist priestess nodded without being surprised at seeing Bu Eun-seol's face.
"great."
The Taoist priestess nodded coolly, as if satisfied with the honest answer.
“Let’s go together.”
“Good.”
Bu Eun-seol politely bowed.
“I am a disciple of Nangyagak, Bu Eunseol.”
“It’s called Heoju (empty boat).”
Heoju is a word derived from a story in Jangja, and refers to an empty boat with no people on it.
This expression comes from the fact that no one gets angry even if an empty boat is pushed and struck.
That is, it seemed to mean that I should think of myself as an empty boat, accepting myself as nothing that passes by like flowing water.
“It’s a unique Taoist name.”
Bu-eun-seol, with a strange smile on her face, smiled without revealing her true feelings.
“Then I will call you Heo Ju-do-in for convenience.”
“As you please.”
“Then let’s go.”
Bu Eun-seol, who had demonstrated the art of land flight, rose into the sky in one breath.
But isn't Heo Ju-do-in just blankly looking up at him?
“Why don’t you come?”
“The sky cannot fly.”
She had developed amazing skills, but unfortunately, her background was not deep enough to enable her to perform land flight.
“Which faction are you from?”
Even though I had a vague idea of her identity, I asked her on purpose.
In this situation, it would have been too unnatural not to ask about their status and background.
“It seems like he’s a former member of a sect that has lost its power.”
“I don’t have a place to live. I just follow the mountains and waters, cultivating my body and mind, and thus I have reached a state of connection with the spirits.”
“I see.”
The swelling is no longer asked,
Round,
He left Heo Ju-do-in floating in the air and shot out with all his might towards the east.
Before I knew it, the darkness was slowly receding.
The eastern sky began to change from a deep blue to a light blue, and then a red glow began to spread beyond the horizon.
A huge manor appeared before his eyes.
Hwaunsangbang (華雲商房).
It was a huge commercial building that dominated the Gilanbu area.
A quaint three-story pavilion stood tall in the center, and dozens of warehouses and wing buildings were lined up in an orderly manner on either side of it.
The wall seemed to be at least a jang high, and the gate was made of sturdy wood coated in vermilion lacquer.
In front of the main gate, a pair of stone figures stood majestically.
There was a large courtyard that could easily accommodate hundreds of servants.
Percussion.
Bu Eun-seol, who was looking down at the Hwaun Sangbang from the sky, did not go inside.
I deliberately went down to the front door and knocked.
“Who are you?”
The servant guarding the gate came out, rubbing his sleepy eyes.
Bu Eun-seol, who had been looking at the servant with an indifferent expression, took out an old-fashioned royal tablet instead of answering.
Martial spirit flag.
In the past, it was merely a symbol proving one's status as a successor to the Demon King…
It has now become a symbol of absolute authority, rivaling that of the Heavenly Emperor Ma Cheon-je, who is called the greatest of all time.
“What is this?”
When did the servants of the upper class ever see the guild of the spiritless lord?
When he asked with blinking eyes,
“Give the spirit tablet to the Lord of the Upper Room.”
Bu Eun-seol spoke in a low voice.
“The spirit of the soulless man wants to see your face.”
“Wh, the spirit of the soulless?”
Only then did the servant look back and forth between the swollen eyelids and the tablet, and then jump as if he had seen a ghost.
“Sleep, please wait a moment!”
When the spirit of the soulless is thrust into the mind, the magic sect must bow down, and even the elders of the Jeongdo sect show respect and do not act rashly.
Let alone the servants of the superiors.
A complete mess.
Eventually, the servant's leg got tangled and he fell over. But he quickly ran inside, panting.
Not even half an hour had passed before the front door opened and a middle-aged man came running out.
I think I was in my mid-fifties.
He was wearing a dark blue long robe, with a silk belt tied around his waist.
His face was round and fleshy, and beads of sweat were forming on his forehead.
He looked like a typical merchant, covered in oil.
“This is Yang Kwon, the general manager of Hwaunsangbang.”
As soon as Yang Kwon reached Bu Eun Seol, he bowed deeply.
No, it was almost like bowing down.
“It is an honor to see the peerless face of the soulless spirit in person.”
His voice was trembling.
It was a voice mixed with fear and awe.
Rumors in the martial arts world tend to be exaggerated several times more than the truth.
The recent incident at the Yanggwan branch was also distorted… … .
The number of Jeong Sa-yang-do masters who flocked to the Yanggwan branch exceeded 50,000.
It had turned into an ominous rumor that they had been turned into dust, leaving not a single bone behind.
“Where is the upper house?”
To Bu Eun-seol's cold question,
"that is."
Yang Kwon carefully raised his head.
“The lord is currently away and has not yet returned. I am currently in charge of all matters in the upper quarters.”
“You are responsible for the work of the superiors?”
Bu Eun-seol's eyes became sharp.
“Yes.”
Yang Kwon bowed his head once again.
“First, please follow me.”
The two volumes guided the swelling to the deep inside of the upper chamber.
As we walked along the corridor past the wide yard, a small pond appeared.
In the middle of the pond stood an elegant pavilion with an octagonal roof, vermilion columns, and intricately carved railings.
Red carp were swimming leisurely in the pond, and morning fog hung thickly over the water.
“Bring out the tea.”
When Yang Kwon ordered Sibi to bring out the tea, Heo Ju-do-in waved his hand.
“Bindo doesn’t drink tea.”
Yang Kwon, who had been wearing a tense expression, only then noticed the strange Taoist priestess following Bu Eun-seol.
'What is that woman?'
Yang Kwon, who was looking at Heo Ju-do-in carrying a bamboo box, soon shook his head.
Since he was the person the spirit of the soulless man carried around, I thought there was something special about him.
“What on earth is going on?”
His voice was cautious.
“May I ask why you are looking for the ark?”
Bu Eun-seol was silent for a moment.
He observed Yang Kwon's face with sharp eyes. Then, slowly and heavily, he opened his mouth.
“Please explain why the Hwaun Sangbang extracts human essence and cultivates human fire.”
For a moment, Yang Kwon's eyes blinked in question.
“Inhwa… what is it?”
“You don’t know?”
“Tae, this is the first time I’ve heard the name of a flower since I was born.”
In an instant, Bu-eun-seol's pupils turned yellow.
It measures all biological responses, including the pulse, breathing, pupil movements, and subtle muscle tremors.
'Hmm.'
The heartbeat of both hands was constant.
I was sweating, but it was from fear, not from lying.
'That's true.'
Interest is just an ordinary merchant who knows nothing about ignition.
'I have no idea about the dark things happening up there…'
He glanced around the room.
A wide yard, neat buildings, and servants coming and going.
I'll have to thoroughly examine the interior to find out, but for now, there doesn't seem to be anything unusual.
But, at that moment,
“Wow, why did the old man comb his hair hold such a grudge?”
Heo Ju-do-in's voice was heard from behind.
When Bu-eun-seol turned her head.
In front of the shabby annex, an old man was seen sweeping the ground with a broom.
He was hunched over, wearing gray rags. His hair was white, but his body was so thin that he looked like he might collapse at any moment.
"resentment?"
Bu Eun-seol tilted her head.
“That old man?”
No matter how I look at it, he's just an old servant with a gaunt body and skinny limbs.
Heo Ju-do-in spoke with a confident look in his eyes.
“I think I killed at least thousands of people. No, tens of thousands.”
At Heo Ju-do-in's words, the old man waved his hand in shock.
“Are you talking about me?”
"yes."
“I am the one who saw the upper room…….”
The old man, who had been lowering his head in confusion, suddenly stabbed Heo Ju-do-in in the neck with the end of a broom.
He was clearly standing on the other side of the yard and not moving.
In no time, he had closed the distance and attacked Heo Ju-do-in.
But there was something faster than that.
Zzeng!
Before he knew it, Bu Eun-seol was blocking Heo Ju-do's path, blocking the end of the broom with the Mokhon Sword.
Buzz buzz buzz.
Just by hitting the broom, the sword of the silent sword trembled and transmitted an incredible amount of force.
Although he appeared to be an old and gaunt man, he exuded a power that seemed to have been compressed and shot out as if he were a huge mountain.
“There was a sangbangju here.”
Bu-eun-seol's eyes sparkled.
This old man was the real mastermind behind the Hwaunsangbang.
Ding, ding!
The stones in the yard suddenly shot up into the sky and began to spread in all directions.
A life-or-death struggle unfolded.
“It’s a golden chain.”
The old man saw that and chuckled as if it was funny.
"That's interesting. Even if he's the Apostle, he wouldn't try to fight Nobu alone."
It was a crazy statement.
But Bu Eun-seol didn't take those words as empty boasts.
Because no energy was detected from the old man's body.
Either you have reached perfect harmony with nature, or there is an energy that even you cannot detect.
“Is this the Eighteenth Soul of Gwangmyeong?”
The old man twisted his head at Bu Eun-seol's question.
“Oh, like that.”
And he shook his head with a regretful expression.
“I thought it would be over if I just killed one of the kids.”
The old man clicked his tongue, held out his left palm, and shook his head.
“You’re saying that we have to kill everyone associated with you?”
Paaaaah!
In that moment, an endless light spread out from the palm of his hand.
At the same time, everyone inside the manor began to collapse and vomit blood.
Break!
Bu Eun-seol immediately launched a quick swordsmanship attack,
thud.
Everyone in the mansion died.
No, I thought he died.
Swish.
Although their breathing was clearly stopped, they began to slowly and bizarrely raise their bodies.
Elderly person.
All the family members in Hwaunsangbang.
They were the half-dead, hanging on the doorstep of the ghost, unable to live or die.
Percussion.
At that moment, the monk Heo Ju-do, who was on the roof, put down the bamboo box, made a vow, and recited a mantra in a low voice.
Clink, clank.
Then, from the bamboo box she was carrying, numerous flagpoles with talismans attached to them popped out.
“I will stop them, so subdue him!”
Papapapapa!
As soon as she shouted, the talismans stuck on the flagpole flew away and began to hit numerous half-spirits.
The talismans stuck on the flagpole seem to be incomparably more powerful than those used before.
Unlike before, the elders couldn't move at all.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Heo Ju-doin maintained his posture while tying the knot.
Perhaps it was because he was constantly breathing life into the amulets stuck on the flagpole to maintain their power.
“Hurry up!”
At her scream, Boo Eun-seol immediately drew his silent sword and attacked the old man.
“The Soulless Lord, you’ve been shaking up the martial arts world lately.”
Shhh!
The old man, who easily dodged the blow, snorted.
“Do you not know how great a realm you have reached?”
The old man, like the strongest man of his time, was taking the blows of the swollen snow with a relaxed attitude.
'It won't be easy.'
The Eighteen Souls of Gwangmyeong are the greatest abyss in the martial arts world, whose true nature has yet to be fully uncovered by even the Bueunseol.
And if it was the place my grandfather belonged to, then of course he would have had that much skill.
Paaaaaaaah!
A crimson glow was once again spreading from the old man's left hand.
The lights that soared to the height where the battle of life and death unfolded.
Kwaaaaaaa!
It poured down not only on Bu Eun-seol but also on Heo Ju-do-in.
He did it as if with his palm.
It seemed like it could pour out an infinite amount of light that could destroy everything.
'No, it's uneducated.'
However, Bu Eun-seol intuitively felt that what the old man was using was not supernatural powers or magical devices, but pure martial arts.
Paa!
Without further thought, he immediately unleashed a wave of harmony, extinguishing the rays pouring down on himself and Heo Ju-doin.
Papapapapa!
The number of light dots emanating from the old man's hand was increasing.
Every time they touched the silent sword, the body of the swollen eye shook.
Martial power.
The old man reached the pinnacle of ignorance.
Even in the random movements that unfold, he freely displays power that surpasses human limitations.
He swung his silent sword around and around, striking down the pouring rays of light.
Flash! Flash!
Soon, it began to pour out rays of light that painted the entire world white.
It is a series of harmony displays to counter the old man's infinite power.
“This is.”
The old man's eyes narrowed as he watched the rays of light disappearing into harmony.
“Is it a coincidence?”
And he muttered lowly.
“Well, it’s not that original of a logic.”
When the old man held out his right palm this time,
Pew pew pew pew pew!
This time, more rays of light began to pour down.
It was a huge cluster of light that could not be stopped even by harmony.
Shoooooo.
But then, something strange happened.
The red lights that had been pouring down all disappeared, and suddenly the colors of the surrounding scenery began to fade as if water had drained away.
The swelling snow has unleashed the power of the extinction of worlds and extinction.
“That’s amazing.”
The old man, who immediately checked the condition of the body, which only had this gapja's history left, made a surprised expression.
“Is this possible?”
Because the Gonggeukgyeong is a new realm in the martial arts world and no one has ever reached it.
Even the old man, who had faced all the strongest martial artists in the world, was left dumbfounded.
“But you’re too arrogant.”
The old man, who realized that even the strength of his swollen face had completely disappeared,
Ping!
He held back a sneer and blew a sharp gust of wind towards the gap between Bu-eun-seol's eyebrows.
“Did you think you would win in a match of martial arts?”
Pot!
At the same time, a sharp black energy shot up from under Bu-eun-seol's chin.
The wind was a gust of wind.
The old man, who had already closed the distance, launched a magic sword technique that soared upwards from below at Bu Eun-seol.
The same swordsmanship that killed my grandfather was used.
And it was the very same sword technique used by the mute masked man who had the memories of the Eighteen Souls of Gwangmyeong.
'Those called Gwangmyeongsippalhon learned the same swordsmanship and dark arts.'
Bu Eun-seol used all his might to unleash his divine magic and retreated in an instant.
Even if this inspection is blocked, the changes that follow are much more frightening.
Because it can change in the middle and poke your eye or puncture your lower stomach without you even knowing.
It completely widened the distance and went beyond the scope of the inspection.
“You know this swordsmanship.”
The old man's eyes sparkled.
“You mean you’ve dealt with someone else?”
And he waved his sleeves lightly.
“Did you learn this technique too?”
His career unfolded along the sleeves, just like that of an ironworker.
The difference was that instead of spreading out in a horizontal direction, dozens of sharp points poured out like sharp swords.
'good night.'
Bu Eun-seol not only saw that the old man's martial arts were unparalleled, but also that he would constantly be attacking with his second move every second.
Instead, he waited quietly for those first steps to touch his body.
Finally, when the careers were about to dig into the vital point,
Brrrrrr. Papapapa!
The tip of the silent sword began to tremble, and then he began to strike them down in one breath.
The purpose of this was to deliberately compare strengths by developing the Hwan-Gwi-Bon-Ji-Ju …
Paat!
But something unexpected happened.
The blades that touched the tip of the sword wriggled like living snakes, digging into his body.
How can one display such extraordinary feats in a space of extinction and destruction?
'You are so ignorant.'
The old man in front of me.
He is using a more mysterious martial arts technique than any enemy that Bu Eun-seol has ever faced.
Phew phew!
A sharp blade pierced his chest acupoint but failed to penetrate his body.
This was because he was wearing the robe that Yu Yun-ryong had given him in the past.
Cheeeee.
Still, a puff of smoke rose from the bow.
Moreover, there were five lines of internal energy contained within his career, and they dug into his meridians as if they were melting them.
It was instantly destroyed upon contact with the body's anti-extreme mind method.
“You have mastered a great divine skill. The purity of your inner strength surpasses even that of an old man.”
As he spoke, the old man stepped forward with his left foot and kicked a rock that had fallen on the floor.
As Bu-eun-seol slanted his body to dodge, the old man took advantage of the gap and stabbed him in the neck with the broom again.
Zeng.
When the sword and the broom collide.
The two people's bodies shook violently, and they each stepped back.
However, it appears that the old man took about six more steps back.
Even though the level of internal energy is the same, the purity of the anti-extreme mind method is overwhelming the old man's internal energy mind method.
Clank.
A faint smile appeared on Bu Eun-seol's lips as he held up the silent sword.
be pleasant.
To fight a master who has reached such a high rank with only his martial arts skills and compete with the purity of his inner strength?
It was as if I had entered the martial arts world as a Ten Horse Warrior.
Through practical martial arts, you can feel the burning intensity and ferocity of fighting an enemy one level higher than you.
Profit.
A smoky aura rose from his body.
It is the only one in the bloody battlefield who feels the meaning of existence, and that unique temperament and murderous spirit are blooming.
And I could sense it.
This match is the end.
That the secret of the Eighteen Souls of Gwangmyeong, which had been hidden for so long, was revealed.
