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Episode 140
Black Island, facing the ambassador
Only after returning to the Galaxy Merchant Corps did Danwoo Sung suddenly feel a sense of unfamiliarity at home. He was certainly home, but it was likely due to his wanderings through the world of martial arts. He felt a renewed sense of distance, knowing he was the eldest son of the Galaxy Merchant Corps.
However, only after seeing the expressions of the people who welcomed him was Dan Woo-seong able to regain his sense of reality.
Because the people at the top of the galaxy, including Lee Hwa-eon, Baek-yak, and the Ssang-bo brothers, were welcoming Dan Woo-seong, who had returned after a long time, with happy expressions on their faces.
He was suddenly the Grand Duke of the Galaxy, Lee Jin-eon. At this moment, Lee Seong-min, the master of the Galaxy, called out to Dan Woo-seong.
“My son who ran away from home, it’s been a while.”
It was a strange expression.
Lee Seong-min also came out to greet his eldest son.
As Danwoo Seong looked at him, Lee Seongmin was smiling brightly.
Although Dan Woo-seong was living as Lee Jin-eon due to heaven's arrangement that he could not do anything about, he couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart whenever he saw Lee Seong-min.
Danwoo-seong bowed his head slightly and spoke to Lee Seong-min.
“I’m back.”
Lee Seong-min responded.
"Welcome. You won't just say goodbye and leave, will you? It seems I see my children less often than I see our senior officers. I feel like I've become a martial artist."
Danwoo Sung responded as if he was sorry.
“I’ll be home for the time being. Please go in.”
Training could be done at home. Danwoo-sung, who was walking home with the rest of the galaxy's elite, met Baekyak's eyes and smiled awkwardly. Baekyak mouthed a question, as if to say, "Come on in."
'I'll talk to you later.'
Danwoo-seong nodded and walked a few steps, then spread his arms and placed his hands on the shoulders of the Ssangbo brothers.
“How about training?”
Yuk Jin-bo replied.
"I'm working hard. Fortunately, I've been challenged by Lady Baek a lot, so I think my skills have improved."
Yuk Myeong-bo glanced at Dan Woo-seong and said this.
“Brother, it seems like you get stronger every time you come back.”
“Does it look like that?”
"yes."
However, to Danwoo Sung, the Ssangbo brothers' martial arts had become even stronger. Of course, becoming a master unrivaled in the martial world would take time. Life was about perseverance and survival, so he had no choice but to exert himself to the utmost in order to improve his skills.
Above all, it was fortunate that there were no problems throughout the entire galaxy.
And this was Danwoo Seong's idea that Baekyak's contribution was great.
Because Baek-myo was shy, only Dan-woo-seong was allowed into the house for now. However, he planned to call Baek-myo in shortly and introduce Baek-yak. Baek-myo was a spiritual being, and he had a peculiar habit of only being acknowledged by certain masters.
Although it was Danwoo Sung's hasty prediction······.
I somehow thought that Baekyak and Baekmyo would be able to get along well.
In any case, whether he would accompany Baek Myo or Baek Yak on his next journey to the galaxy depended on Baek Myo's ability to adapt to the upper reaches of the galaxy.
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Danwoo Seong, who was in harmony with Baekmyo throughout his return.
When Danwoo-seong whistled briefly while facing Baekyak, Baekmyo, who had been watching the upper part of the galaxy from the top of the wall, flew through the air and landed on the ground. As soon as he did, he started to prowl like a tiger and stared at the stranger, Baekyak.
Baekyak opened his mouth in admiration.
“Wow, you’re so pretty! Can you even understand human speech?”
Danwoo-seong tilted his head.
"Well. It seems like you only hear what you want to hear. You pretend not to hear what you don't want to hear."
“He’s a wild guy. Is that what it’s like to be a cat of the Gangho?”
Danwoo-seong spoke to Baekmyo while tapping on the table.
"Let me introduce you. He's someone you should be polite to. Come up."
Baekmyo climbed onto the table and looked up at Baekyak.
Danwoo Sung humorously introduced Baekyak to Baekmyo.
"You are the Sogaju of Seolsan Baekga. You are also the Sogungju of Binggung. Come to think of it, both Baekmyo and Baekyak are from the palace."
Dan Woo-seong linked arms and looked at Baek Myo and Baek Yak. Observing the situation, Dan Woo-seong spoke, hoping the two would become closer.
"Can you show me just one flower? He's a playful guy, so he'll probably like it. He might be surprised, so show him slowly."
Baekyak held out his palm and created a single, pure white flower made of cold air.
Baekmyo's eyes widened in an instant, and he sniffed with his nose flaring.
As Danwoo-seong gestured for him to throw it, Baekyak threw the white flower he had floating in his palm into the air.
At the same time, Baekmyo instinctively leaped up and struck Baekhwa with his front paw.
Baekyak was startled by this sudden reaction.
"oh!"
As soon as Baek-myo struck Baek-hwa with his hand, he was engulfed in cold air with a thud thud sound and fell to the ground.
Thud-!
When Baekyak looked at him with surprised eyes, Danwoosung said.
“Don’t worry, I’m an expert.”
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When the frozen white cat showed no signs of moving, Danwoo-seong and Baekyak suddenly stood up.
Baekyak shouted.
“You said you were an expert!”
At that moment, with a crack, the white cat, breaking the cold air, leaped into the air, climbed the wall, and fled onto the main beam. A moment later, it looked at Baekyak with astonished eyes, then showed no sign of descending from the beam.
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Danwoo Sung and Baekyak both breathed a sigh of relief.
"phew."
Baekyak asked.
“What on earth is it?”
Danwoo Sung opened the story in this way.
“It’s a spirit raised in Manmagung······.”
Danwoosung informed Baekyak of the presence of the Grand Masters. Danwoosung suspected that their activities had likely exposed their identities to Manmagung. However, there was one more, rare master capable of taking on the Grand Masters.
Danwoo-seong opened his mouth with the intention of telling Baekyak everything that had happened.
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The three sons of the Demon Path, Jianzi, Dongzi, and Gentleman, set out to find the Three Gods.
The Five Elements Demons each dispersed to meet Yu Jeong-hong, Geomseong, Geomje, Bokgyeon Jeilin, and Banwolhoeju.
Win or lose, kill or be killed, it would be the greatest fight of a lifetime. Since, as the gentleman said, he would politely challenge the challenge, imitating the eccentric and eccentric masters, the chances of the ten greatest martial artists avoiding the fight were slim.
If you refuse to fight, then you should be the one leading the attack.
However, even Yoo Jeong-hong could have requested a one-on-one duel if he had realized that his opponent was the Grand Master of Manmagung.
It was because he cared for his followers, and because Yoo Jeong-hong himself was a swordsman with strong pride.
As a result, it was still unknown who among these sixteen would survive, but the first match between the top martial artists occurred at the Banwolhoe.
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Half Moon Society.
The word "half-moon" meant not only the full moon split in half, but also the moon rising in the western sky. Therefore, the half-moon lord was often called the "Western Heavenly King."
The Banwolhoeju of that time was a handsome man in his thirties named Go Cheon-hui. He was characterized by his eyes, nose, and mouth, which looked as if they had been carved with a knife.
Among the martial arts masters that Jin So-han trusted throughout his life, there was a black swordsman named Go Seo-geuk. Banwolhoeju Go Cheon-hwi was a descendant of Go Seo-geuk.
Go Cheon-hwi was reading a letter that Dan Woo-seong had sent through a messenger from the Palryongmun Gate.
"······It doesn't matter whether you come or I do. I'll be happy to see you in the middle. However, if you have no intention of dealing with the magical power of Manmagung, let's postpone our meeting. I'll come and see you once the magical power is sorted out. Until then, be careful of Manmagung, King of the Underworld."
After reading the letter, Banwolhoeju Go Cheon-hui handed it over to his subordinates as if telling them to read it.
All the leaders of the Banwolhoe were gathered here.
With the permission of the head of the council, an official read the letter. When it was finished, Go Cheon-hui asked.
“Who is the King of Hell? It seems he swallowed up the House Night Vision and the Eight Dragons Gate.”
“I will look into it.”
Go Cheon-hwi tilted his head.
“It doesn’t look like it’s black.”
As soon as the contents of the letter were shared, one executive said:
“If the disciples of these demons killed their master, it is not an ordinary thing.”
Go Cheon-hwi replied with his arms crossed.
"If the disciple wasn't the best in the world, he deserved to die if he was attacked by a combined force. He had an invincible sword… Anyway, this man seemed to have more detailed information about the scene than we could have. The Underworld…."
Jinsohan's legacy was divided into three parts.
The spirit of a knight who, despite being a villain, did not harm the weak was passed down through Myeonggyo.
The unique martial arts that had no herbivorous diet influenced the Geomseong family of the Hwasan faction.
However, Jinsohan was originally a man who was black itself.
The original temperament and habits of the Black Sea were passed down through generations to the Banwolhoe.
And now, the Banwolhoeju Go Cheon-hwi, who had received Danwoo Seong's call, was also the best black path master of the time.
He is only thirty-three years old.
There was no particular reason why Kang Ho's activities were slow.
He wasn't the type of man to start a war and cause trouble in the first place, and he didn't believe his martial arts skills could surpass those of the Three Gods. He was a man whose true colors would only be revealed when magic arose like a plague.
But anyway, he was strong.
Such a strong person was focusing on personal training rather than external activities of the Banwolhoe.
Although it was an official meeting, there were people eating snacks, and Go Cheon-hwi also drank alone and chatted casually with his subordinates.
As they were black men with nothing to do, Go Cheon-hwi would occasionally laugh quietly at someone's joke.
After half an hour had passed, one of the subordinates said:
“A guest has arrived.”
One of the executives turned around, his arms resting on his chair, and said:
“Who is the guest? Come in and speak.”
The man reporting after the door opened continued speaking.
“······I am an old Taoist monk named Suwoljinin. I have come alone to see you. I am in the main hall.”
"The Taoist priest has some business with the Banwolhoe. Do you know, Lord?"
Go Cheon-hwi tilted his head.
"Suwoljinin? I've never heard of you before. What was the purpose of your visit?"
The subordinate answered as he heard.
“You have been training in Misan for a long time and are now in the Central Plains to meet with masters.”
One executive tilted his head.
“The Taoist is on hiatus?”
It wasn't a common occurrence.
Go Cheon-hwi asked again.
“Alone?”
"yes."
“The soldier’s weapon.”
"doesn't exist."
The executives stared at Go Cheon-hwi, their mouths clenched. Occasionally, some deranged martial artist would request a break, but most of the time, the executives would sort it out. The usual response was to smile and tell the executives to leave.
Then, Go Cheon-hui suddenly reached out and took the letter back. Looking over the letter Dan Woo-seong had sent, Go Cheon-hui spoke in a strange tone.
“They say in the world of martial arts to be careful of the elderly, children, and women, and now an elderly person has come to visit.”
The subordinates all burst into laughter at Go Cheon-hwi's cold joke.
"ha ha ha······."
“Your Majesty, it’s been a while since we’ve had an outsider visit. Let’s go out and meet up.”
“If it’s too much trouble, we can go out and send you back.”
But Go Cheon-hwi didn't laugh until the very end. The atmosphere was somehow subdued.
“Let’s all go out and meet.”
"All right."
Go Cheon-hwi and the Banwolhoe masters all stood up and headed to the main hall.
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In the main hall, an old man named Suwoljin was standing motionless like an old tree.
The first to come to find the ten best martial artists in the world was Master Su of the Five Elements Magic School. He was known as Suwol Maya (水月魔爺) when he entered Manmaseo-ok.
The reason why the ambassador of Manmagung was able to enter the Banwolhoe so easily was because even to the most skilled Banwolhoe members, he looked like just an ordinary old man.
Suwoljinin looked around the main hall and thought.
If the half-moon society is this sloppy······.
I was planning to kill the Banwolhoeju here and then go to Guhwasan.
Suwoljinin's head moved slightly as if it was creaking, and he looked into the main hall.
Only then did the masters of the Half Moon Society begin to flock out.
The young man who appeared at the very end glared at him and headed towards the throne where the host was sitting.
A total of thirteen people including the head priest.
Then, when Banwolhoeju Go Cheon-hwi sat down at the Grand Master's table, twelve masters stood on either side.
Suwoljinin found the actions of the young black people truly adorable.
This nomad quickly changed his mind.
It would be better to kill not only the Banwolhoeju, but also all the executives.
Go Cheon-hwi was looking at Suwol Jin-in with a blank expression, not saying a single word.
Suwoljinin said while examining Gocheonhwi.
“It is a pleasure to meet you, the renowned Banwolhoeju. My name is Suwoljinin.”
“······.”
When Go Cheon-hui didn't respond, his subordinates looked at Hoe-ju with puzzled expressions.
Suddenly, Go Cheon-hwi leaned forward slightly from the chair he was sitting in and turned his head from side to side.
In the heavy atmosphere, a thud filled the hall for a moment.
The moment when everyone's eyes are focused······.
Go Cheon-hwi, who was staring intently at Suwol Jin-in, gave orders to his subordinates.
“Kill him.”
As soon as the word “kill” came out of Go Cheon-hwi’s mouth, twelve swordsmen drew their swords and simultaneously poured out their swords.