Moon-Shadow Sword Emperor

Episode 320

“Nice to meet you. “My name is Yeon-woon, the head of the Cheonangambu of the Murim League.”

“This is Hwang Bo-hoon. “I hold the position of head of the Heavenly Kingdom.”

The large man greeted me politely.

Basically, the blood relatives of the Hwangbo family are taller than the average person, but Hwangbohun was a particularly large person among them.

At first glance, it seemed like it would be easy to overcome seven feet.

‘He’s literally born with no bones.’

He wasn’t just as tall as a snail.

Body proportions, muscle mass, and innate physical strength.

There wasn’t a single thing missing.

‘He is a master of flower scenery.’

As proof of his natural martial talent, his skills were among the highest even within Hwang Bose.

I recognized it the moment I met him.

Although he is known to the world as a transcendental person, in reality, he has already entered the beginning of the world of peace.

Considering that he had not yet fully recovered his energy, it seemed like his leveling up had been relatively recent.

‘Looking at it, it seems like he’s been in the swing of things since he was young.’

It was surprising that the name of this person was not known until now.

It was quite similar to Gamwon (監院), the head of the Shaolin Temple’s Eight Great Houses.

A person whose reputation is not very high compared to his skills and status.

Of course, Hwang Bose is well-known within the society, but he actually does very little external activity, so he may not be well-known to the public.

Perhaps if he had been a direct descendant rather than a collateral relative, he would have made a name for himself a long time ago.

‘What’s more, in my past life, the King of Powers even died at the hands of a vampire demon. It is not surprising that Hwang Bo-hoon took advantage of the chaos to emerge as a key figure in Sega. But the fact that I don’t remember ever hearing his name…’

It had to be one of two things.

Either they were pushed out of political strife and disappeared into the back of history, or they became the dew on the battlefield.

The most influential hypothesis was that he also died when the Hwangbo family’s warriors were killed en masse due to the Shandongakga’s betrayal.

‘Is this also the result of the future changing because of me?’

After bowing with his arms raised, he walked side by side with Hwang Bo-hoon.

As we passed the main gate of Hwangbo Family while chatting, the dozens of people waiting bowed their heads in unison.

It seemed that King Hwang Bo-gak had already boarded the carriage.

“Please take care of me for a while.”

“Please take care of me.”

Hwang Bo-hoon treated me in a friendly manner.

At this point, he seemed to have decided that there was no harm in establishing a friendship with me.

Aren’t you worried that your dealings with Samasege might be revealed?

I couldn’t tell if he was strong-hearted or optimistic.

“Then, let’s leave quickly.”

Finally, the day came when Hwang Bo-se led his reinforcements and headed to Jiangsu.

As promised, Hwangbogak and Cheonwangdae decided to move together with Cheonangambu.

The time has come to begin a major undertaking that has been in preparation for many years.

* * *

After two days of travel, we reached Jining, Shandong Province.

“This is my first time seeing you in person like this.”

“Now that I think about it, yes. Although we have corresponded through letters…”

A man carrying a large gold coin on his back greeted me with a smile on his face.

Ak Kang-yoon.

He was the head of the Shandong music family, succeeding Ak Yeo-ryeong.

The level of martial arts was not as high as I vaguely thought.

The end of the peak.

His skills were sufficient to be called a top 100-level powerhouse, but that was all.

He was in an awkward state, not even worthy of the head of the royal family, let alone the head of the rival Hwangbo family.

‘In a way, it’s natural.’

Due to the nature of the martial arts, it was not easy to master the sound technique.

Any martial arts skill would be beyond talent, but the level of pitch training was so severe.

It was not for nothing that Ak Yeo-ryeong accepted Baek Ri-seon, who was not even a blood relative, as her enemy disciple.

‘If it weren’t for Ak Yeo-ryeong in the first place, the Shandong Akga would have disappeared into the back road of history as it would not have been able to withstand the checks of the Hwangbo family.’

Akangyun bowed his head and expressed his gratitude to me.

“I will never forget this favor.”

“It’s still too early to raise a toast. “I’ll say thank you after everything is done.”

“Sure.”

Afterwards, Ak Gang-yoon also greeted Hwang Bo-gak and Hwang Bo-hoon in turn.

In terms of distribution, I should have greeted Hwang Bo-gak first, but since I was the one nominally leading the support troops, there was no criticism that the order was wrong.

There were mixed feelings in Akangyun’s eyes as he looked at Hwang Bo-gak.

It must have been a complicated feeling.

No matter how much it is for the sake of the greater good, the situation of joining hands with the Hwangbo family, which has been harassing the Shandong music family for a long time, cannot help but feel uncomfortable.

I spoke in full voice to avoid prolonging his contemplation.

-You probably know this without me having to say it, but it won’t do any good to show bad feelings toward Hwangbo-sae here.

-You’re worrying too much. Don’t worry. I’m not so stupid that I can’t even discern the right thing to do.

-From now on, the head of the family will have to lead everyone here. Bury your personal feelings.

-Okay.

* * *

An Hui (安徽) Namgung family.

Ak Yeo-ryeong took out the letter from the purse tied to Jeon Seo-gu’s ankle and checked its contents, drawing a calm smile on her lips.

While Yeonsun was attracting the Hwangbo Family to his allies, she led the Baekrangdae and quietly came to the Namgung Family.

The Namgung family, who had been asked to cooperate with Yeonsun in advance, willingly hid Baekrangdae within the family.

The man standing behind him, Mi-ryong Baek Ri-seon, tilted his head and asked.

“What does it say?”

“I see that all preparations have been completed. “I think it’s time for us to move on.”

“at las!”

“Assemble the crew.”

“All right.”

He left the palace grounds with steps that seemed to fly a hundred miles.

Approximately two minutes have passed since then.

All Baekrang members who were resting in their lodgings gathered at the training hall.

There were also a few people who did not belong to the Baekrangdae.

They were experts dispatched from the torpedo squad, which was in cooperation with the Cheonan Inspectorate.

A beggar with a smiling face, a flamboyantly dressed beggar with a beard like a Taoist bandit.

All three of them were close friends of Dokgo Woojin, and each of them was a 100-year-old expert.

A unique outfit that cannot be seen among those belonging to the same unit.

The members of the White Wolf Corps fixed their eyes on them as if they were looking at a strange animal.

“Sama Shiga even did something like that?”

Did I hear some kind of story from the smiling beggar?

A big man with a beard like a bandit raised his voice in excitement.

Dogakjeong, Sogeolgae (笑乞丐), the elder of openness, nodded in the affirmative.

The giant, who had a bewildered expression on his face, soon frowned and complained.

“There are all these idiots!”

“There are many other expressions, so why bother adding beggar to them? “It makes me feel bad to hear that.”

“You damn bastards!”

“Rather swear openly!”

The Taoist monk wearing fancy silk clothes clicked his tongue as if he was pathetic.

The Baekrang members who were eavesdropping on the conversation couldn’t hold back their laughter and shook their shoulders.

Only when Ak Yeo-ryeong stood on the platform in front did the chaotic atmosphere subside.

The evil woman spoke with spirit in her voice.

“There is no need to repeat the explanation already given. “I won’t talk too much.”

“…….”

“From now on, we are going to establish justice for the Baekdo martial arts community. “Let everyone be faithful to their respective roles.”

“yes!”

A loud answer echoed throughout the training hall.

A sense of sadness lingered on Seonhye Dojang’s face as she stood in the front row.

While the warriors of Shandongakga who joined Cheonangambu moved south, Baekrangdae, who left Namgung family, began to head east.

* * *

At the same time, the Sima family in Nanjing, Jiangsu Province.

“Whoa.”

“Are you done?”

“yes. Now all that remains is the detailed adjustments.”

A man lying down in the middle of an enclosed underground space was trembling like a dog in the rain.

His hair was scattered and his face had turned white as if he had been in extreme shock.

The blood vessels burst and the red eyes gave off a strange feeling.

“Ugh.”

The man’s body, which was panting heavily, went limp.

Samasegeju, a middle-aged man who was quietly looking down at the man, muttered softly.

“Clean it up.”

“yes!”

The men quickly took the man’s body and immediately left the underground space.

“It’s fascinating. “Is it possible to recycle prisoners in this way?”

“It’s not a very economical method. “The materials, time, and manpower that go into it are enormous.”

“But being able to secure forces that can be deployed to the battlefield right away is a definite advantage.”

The white-haired old man spoke with admiration, stroking his white beard that reached down to his navel.

It destroys the target’s mind and, through continuous brainwashing, turns them into faithful dolls that only follow their master’s orders.

It seems simple at first glance, but if it were really that easy, the Demonic Cult would not have even supported Sima Sega.

This was something he could do because he was the head of the Sima family and not anyone else.

The old man’s eyes turned to the iron armored man standing like a stone statue behind Sima Shigeju.

‘I can’t believe I can control a master who has reached the absolute level like a hand and foot.’

The ironclad’s condition was far from normal.

In the process of becoming Ginger City, the taste was completely lost, so it was impossible to fully demonstrate his original skills.

But even taking that into account, it was an undeniable fact that it was a great force.

“The supply of castings we have gradually secured is also running out. “With the last author, we won’t be able to produce ginger poetry for a while.”

“You mean it’s already gone? “You invested so much budget?”

“Don’t misunderstand. It’s not a waste of money or a waste of money. There are just no listings on the market. “Fetish items are not something you can obtain indefinitely just because you have money.”

“Right. “I understand.”

Unfortunately, it was not possible to turn all of the captured White Islands into Ginger City.

As Samasegeju said, the costs incurred during the manufacturing process were enormous.

Therefore, among the prisoners, only those with the highest skill level were selected and thrown to Sima Sega.

If it had been peacetime rather than wartime, such means would not have been used.

The limitations of ginger poetry were clear.

The second problem was that he could not fully demonstrate his original inaction.

The biggest problem was that the period of use was short because the administered drug greatly shortened the subject’s lifespan.

‘It’s going smoothly.’

A creepy smile appeared on the old man’s lips.

When I first went on a mission to Simasega, I was very dissatisfied, but when I actually spent time there, there was so much to see that it wasn’t boring.

The day would soon come when a unit made up of Ginger City would turn Shandong Wulin into a wasteland.

“…….”

Sima Seju glanced sideways at the humming old man and sighed in his heart.

I was happy to hear that Sosalmagun (Laughing Demon Lord) was returning to Christianity, but an even bigger figure than him sat down in the world.

Lately, I haven’t been able to sleep well at night.

Perhaps because I lived with worry, I lost a lot of weight.

I couldn’t feel at ease because I didn’t know when that old man with his bizarre hobbies would go on a rampage.

We should not have been deceived by his shabby appearance and looked down on him.

The old man’s nickname is White Bone Demon Emperor.

He was an absolute master who occupied the first place in the eight great demon armies.