The Legend of the Northern Blade Chapter 184

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Wolseongcheon was the prelude to the secret palace that oversaw the information of Unjungcheon. Due to the nature of his position in charge of information, his influence within Unjungcheon was so strong that it could be counted among the top ten. He also had that much authority and power.

If he put his mind to it, he had the power to easily erase a decent sect. The main body’s strength was also so great that there were not many people, except for the Ten Elders, that could stand against it.

He usually looked down at the countless warriors at his feet. I was used to them looking up to me. But now Jin Mu-won was looking at him from the same height.

This means that they perceive themselves as equals. That fact made Wolseongcheon infinitely uncomfortable. Above all, the fact that the other person was a descendant of the Northern Heavenly Gate itself felt like a repulsion to him.

‘Bukcheonmun, the seed should have been completely dried back then.’

Wolseongcheon gritted his teeth.

Jin Mu-won sensed the anger and death in Wol Seong-cheon’s eyes. The subordinates who came with Wolseongcheon were also looking at him with similar emotions.

If it were an ordinary person, just receiving their gaze would have made him feel physically and physically intimidated, but Jin Mu-won was different. Before coming here, he had to cross many lines. His nerves, tempered by adversity and hardship, were not weak enough to be intimidated by this level of living.

“Why are you here? Was she also in cahoots with the head of the So clan?”

“The word inner barrel does not fit.”

“joy! He has completely concealed information about you. It’s impossible without getting involved. They deceived us with false information. “That sin can never be forgiven!”

Wolseongcheon’s voice grew louder.

At that time, So Musang stepped forward again.

“I have never been deceived. It was said that Jin Confucius was present when the manor burned down, and Unjungcheon thoroughly verified it accordingly. In the end, it was Un Jung-cheon who concluded that Confucius Jin was dead. “What deception have I done?”

“Where can I find sophistry… … .”

“I was almost imprisoned for several years while Unjungcheon was verifying me. It makes no sense that I had a secret relationship with Confucius Jin. “I also met Confucius Jin for the first time since he entered Unjungcheon.”

Su Wushang was never excited. If there is one thing I have learned while serving as the head of the Privy Council, it is that the one who gets excited first suffers the loss.

It was clearly Wol Seong-cheon who appointed him as head of the Privy Council. However, it was not because of personal acquaintance. Wolseongcheon appointed Somusang as the head of the Privy Council, judging that he was worth using. So Musang faithfully performed his duties as the head of the Privy Council.

So Musang thought that was enough. Because they weren’t united by loyalty and affection anyway.

“If you think this is sophistry, you can have me taken away. However, no matter how much we investigate, it will be difficult to prove my charges.”

Seeing So Musang’s confident appearance, Wolseongcheon felt the blood in his whole body go cold.

‘He must have destroyed all evidence. If I make a mistake, I may end up getting the stigma of being blamed for all the sins.’

He himself knew better how meticulous So Musang was. Moreover, the surroundings were noisy due to Jin Mu-won’s injury. I had no idea what kind of backlash would arise if I acted on my emotions.

So Musang also knew that fact, so he pushed ahead rather strongly.

Wolseongcheon bit his lip gently. He had to admit that he had made a mistake in his haste. But he couldn’t just step down like this without achieving anything.

“Okay, I won’t transport you. However, I will strip him of his position as head of the Privy Party. “Immediately withdraw from all affairs of the Privy Council and hand it over to your successor.”

“All right.”

So Musang smiled. Rather, it was the sea he had hoped for. With this, he was able to follow Jin Mu-won with ease, so the shackles were removed.

“Thank you so much.”

“Please take care of yourself. So head of the family. No, I am not the head of the family anymore. “So Musa.”

“I will keep your advice in mind, Woljeonju.”

While leaving, So Musang returned the status card indicating the head of the Privy Council to Wol Seong-cheon.

A slight cramp occurred in Wol Seong-cheon’s shoulder as he held the identity card in his hand. He found it difficult to bear the humiliation.

In my mind, I wanted to kill So Musang even now. However, Jin Mu-won is next to So Musang.

Jinmuwon was a sword.

It was too sharp to touch with bare hands without any countermeasures. I didn’t know that if I touched it wrongly, all my fingers would be cut off. Even if it was touched, it had to be done after making sure that countermeasures had been prepared.

‘There is no justification right now, so I will wait and see, Jin Mu-won. However, it would be best not to think that that arrogance can last for long.’

Wolseongcheon noisily turned and went out. The warriors who came with him followed behind him.

When they all left, So Musang looked back. The guest’s owner, Jeomsoi, and others are looking at him. So Musang opened his mouth towards them.

“You all heard, right? “Cheonghwa Gaekjan is now closed.”

“So we’re unemployed?”

So Musang clicked his tongue at Jeom Soi’s expression, which looked like he was about to cry.

“You sneaky bastard! Don’t make that face. “If anyone sees me, they’ll think I really have nowhere to go.”

“lol!”

At So Musang’s bruising, Jeom Soi smiled brightly as if she had never been in tears.

“Hand over to the Bigakjeon and withdraw to the safe house we prepared in advance.”

“all right.”

Jeomsoi went to the kitchen with the owner.

So Musang said while looking at their backs.

“They are the core of the Privy Council. “Without them, the Privy Party would be nothing more than an ordinary organization.”

Anyone can collect information. However, not many people were able to extract truly valuable facts from the overwhelming amount of information and use them for their own purposes.

Jeomsoi and the owner of the guesthouse were one of the few people who had such abilities. They were the true core figures of the Privy Council run by So Musang.

So Musang only took one sword. It was the sword that Jin Mu-won gave me seven years ago.

“You still use that sword.”

“Now I’m so used to it that I can’t part with it.”

“Can I see you for a moment?”

“of course.”

So Musang willingly handed over the sword to Jin Muwon. Jin Mu-won took the sword out of its scabbard and examined it closely.

The body of the sword, which was longer and narrower than a typical sword, had countless nicks on its surface and the blade was missing here and there, making it look like a sword.

It seemed as if So Musang’s entire life path was contained in one sword. Jin Mu-won could clearly see how much hardship he had endured while holding this sword.

“When you return to the manor, I will take care of it.”

“Thank you, my lord.”

So Musang smiled brightly. Even if it wasn’t, I’ve been feeling like the sword’s lifespan has come to an end these days. If it passes through Jin Mu-won’s hands, his sword will be reborn.

The two people left the blue and white guesthouse with their shoulders side by side. Although he was leaving the place where he had worked for a long time, there was not a trace of hesitation on So Musang’s face. On the contrary, he kept smiling as if he felt relieved.

“Aren’t you sad that you suddenly lost your job?”

“haha! “My lord will feed me and put me to sleep, so what’s there to regret?”

“There will be a lot of money involved, so I’ll have to work hard to earn it.”

“Earn a lot. a lot.”

“ha ha ha!”

Jin Mu-won burst into laughter at So Musang’s joke. It’s been a long time since I laughed this loudly. When I think about it, it seems like I haven’t had much to laugh about.

It was then. Suddenly, people started chattering in front and stood on both sides of the road. Jin Mu-won looked ahead and saw a group of warriors on horseback approaching, escorting a large carriage.

“What about them?”

“They are non-partisan warriors.”

So Musang responded immediately. A large flag symbolizing the Shaman faction was hung on the roof of the carriage.

The eyes of the monks riding horses were all extremely cool. They rode their horses slowly and without haste. Many people looked at him with envious eyes, but no one seemed excited and rode the horse calmly. People were overwhelmed by the firm and stubborn atmosphere they gave off.

It is a shaman sect known as the head of the Nine Daemun sects along with the Shaolin Temple.

If Shaolin is strong, Shaman is soft. It is said that while the martial arts of Shaolin are as majestic as a mountain, the martial arts of shamans are as soft and changeable as clouds, making them truly remarkable.

Originally, Hubei Province, where Yunjungcheon was located, was no different from the courtyard of the Shaman faction. Without the permission of the Shaman faction, it would have been a long way for Yun Jung-cheon to settle down in Hubei Province. However, the Wudang faction allowed Yun Zhongtian to enter Hubei Province for the greater good.

After Unjungcheon settled down, the shaman faction locked the mountain gate and prohibited outsiders from entering. The ostensible reason was to focus on practice, but not many people believed that.

From that day on, it became very rare to see Taoists from the Shaman faction even in Hubei Province. In particular, it has been a long time since a large number of people came into the world like today.

Although one would be excited to come out into the world after such a long time, the Shaman sect’s gurus showed no signs of such excitement. The only exception was the boy Taoist monk sitting on the roof of the carriage.

The young Taoist monk, who looked to be only about eighty-nine years old, was looking around with a curious expression. The exceptionally black eyes and cute face were full of innocence.

The boy’s gaze, which was looking around with eyes full of curiosity, suddenly met Jin Mu-won’s. The moment Jin Mu-won made eye contact with the boy, he frowned.

At that moment, the boy laughed with an unusually bright expression and knocked on the roof of the carriage. Then the carriage window opened slightly, and a ray of intense light was felt.

The moment he encountered the light in his eyes, Jin Mu-won felt dizzy from the intense shock. A pure white glow was blazing through his mind, as if a flash of lightning had exploded in front of his eyes.

It felt like a knife had entered my head. It felt like a horribly sharpened blade was plowing through my brain and mercilessly cutting into my bundle of nerves. The whole world was dyed red and objects appeared in two or three overlapping.

“Mmm!”

Jinmuwon ran Manyeonggyeol while crying. As the shadow inner force moved, the world that had been colored red returned to normal.

“Master?”

Beside him, So Musang is looking at him with a puzzled expression. But Jin Mu-won could not answer.

It is a fight waged by an unknown opponent inside the carriage. To an unfamiliar person, it was just a simple exchange of glances, but for an expert like Jin Mu-won, it was a more ferocious fight than fighting with a sword.

The fleeting moment felt like an eternity. How much did you look at it like that? Suddenly, the other person’s gaze gradually weakened and the carriage window closed with a clang.

“Master?”

So Musang called him again. Only then did Jin Mu-won’s eyes return to normal. Musang So, who was next to him, did not seem to feel the gaze inside the carriage. So did other people.

Among the many people on this street, Jin Mu-won was the only one who felt the gaze of the person riding the carriage.

‘Who is the author… … ?’

The carriage went on again as if nothing had happened, and the boy sitting on the roof waved at Jin Mu-won.

Jin Mu-won watched silently as the carriage disappeared.

The hand holding the snowflake was already moist with sweat.

‘Non-partisan. Then, are you a Red Leaf True Man?’

Even in the Shaman faction, there was heaven.

The sky of the sword that countless swordsmen in the world look up to.

The world called him the Red Leaf Jinin and praised him as the Sky of the Sword.

It was the moment when one of the nine heavens that were only above the clouds finally came down to the world.

martial arts,