Absolute Regression Chapter 271

The 271st, we’re here too.

Cheonhwamunju Seo Baek-jung was looking out the window.

A usual sight of people smiling and passing through the training grounds.

Even after a long time since my son was released, the Demonic Cult remained quiet.

‘As expected! That’s amazing.’

Seo Baek-joong thought of the man in the hat. He had asked him to do it because he believed he could do it, but he had not expected him to do it so cleanly.

Now, the days of tightrope walking between the Jeongsama and the Jeongpa are over. Since we owe it to the Jeongpa, it is time to join hands with them and move forward. Of course, we must join hands in a way that is as beneficial to the Cheonhwamun as possible.

At that time, Yu-Meng, the attendant, came in.

“Did you call?”

Seo Baek-jung gave him a secret order.

“Send this invitation to the Demon King and spread the news to the factions that follow us.”

He was thinking of holding a secret banquet.

He knew that the leaders of the sects that followed him were dissatisfied with the recent joining hands with the Jeongpa. He had to appease their dissatisfaction as soon as possible. It takes time to gather, but it only takes a moment to collapse.

That wasn’t something that could be done through his own persuasion. Jin Ha-gun, the Demon Slayer and future leader of the martial arts world, had to come and persuade them in person.

‘Now, I will gather the people, so show me what you can do.’

* * *

Jongyeom, the Small Sword Master, was more nervous than ever.

He was one of the top ten breakwater leaders in Honam, and this was the first time he had been this nervous. He walked back and forth to the main room, drank water, drank tea, sat down, stood up, went in and out of the back room, walked around the yard, and came back in again, repeating this process several times.

His son, Jong-tae, was very unfamiliar with his father’s appearance. His father, who always looked so manly, was so nervous. He was even sweating profusely.

“Who on earth is our guest today?”

Father had sent all the servants out for various reasons. Only a few trustworthy servants remained in the room. The purpose was clearly to welcome the guests in secret.

It was clear that someone important was coming, but my father didn’t tell me who it was.

“There’s no benefit to finding out in advance. Even if you find out their true identity later, you must never be shaken. Just quietly follow my instructions.”

At that moment, reports of the water supply were heard from outside.

“The guests have arrived.”

The door opened and a man entered the hall.

The moment he saw him, Jong-tae froze. The young man had a scary scar on his face. Not only that, he also exuded a subtle sense of evil.

‘Sapa is a master!’

The one who entered was none other than the successor of the Apostolic Alliance, Bisain. Thirteen warriors followed him. They were the Thirteen Apostolic Rangers who were guarding Bisain.

They spread out in all directions of the main hall, taking over the space. Each of them had great momentum.

They alone were enough to make Jongtae suffocate, but the ones who were the scariest came in last.

The two people who had entered at the end were giving off a truly terrifying aura, so it was natural that Jong-tae’s stomach lurched. They were absolute masters who were among the Seven Great Masters of the Evil Path.

A monster.

He was known to have mastered the art of slashing iron man, a martial art that involves fighting with one’s entire body, to the extreme and was known to be able to crumple an iron sword into a piece of paper with his bare hands.

He was notorious in the martial arts world for his eccentric and cruel personality. He was famous for killing those who got on his nerves while causing excruciating pain. He was a master swordsman that people hated meeting even in their dreams.

A flash of light.

He was known as the best master of the quick sword technique in the Sapa. The Chu-lai-sam-geom (追雷三劍) he learned was known to be the fastest of the Sado’s quick sword techniques.

He was a quiet man, so it was impossible to know what he was thinking or living for. He was a man who was quick with his sword but slow with his words, and he was also one of the top seven masters in the Sapa.

Visain took the advice of Geommugeuk and brought along two truly fearsome masters.

“Hello, Your Majesty. I am Jong-yeom, who leads the Sogeombang.”

“Nice to meet you. I have heard of the reputation of Jong Bangju.”

After exchanging greetings, Visain introduced the evil spirit and the madman.

When they learned of their true identities, Jong-yeom and Jong-tae bowed deeply in thought. The absolute masters of the Sapa they had only heard of were right before their eyes.

Jong-tae finally understood why his father was so nervous. He also understood why he had not told him who the other person was. If he had known in advance, he would have been trembling next to his father.

“This is my son.”

Jongtae greeted him politely with a round of applause. It was a difficult and dangerous situation, but he had deliberately invited his son to join him. He knew very well how much experience it would be to live alone with such big names.

“Your son looks very tall and smart.”

“He is still a child with many shortcomings. You go and get in the car.”

Jongtae got into the car, looking very nervous.

The teacup he was carrying shook. Bisain and Jongyeom saw the shaking, but they didn’t say anything. It would be stranger if he didn’t shake while serving tea to the successor of the Apostle’s Alliance, to the evil and the mad.

After he brought the tea, he stood a little way away and listened to the conversation between his father and Visain.

“Please sit at the head table.”

Although Jong-yeom gave up the seat of honor, Bi-sa-in did not sit in the seat of honor.

“Your Majesty, please sit at the top.”

The visa sign seemed to say, I am not here to take your place.

As Jong-yeom carefully sat down in his seat, Visain got straight to the point.

“You probably know that Cheonhwamun joined hands with the Murim Alliance this time.”

“Yes, I know.”

“Let me get straight to the point. Do you want to follow the orthodoxy?”

Before we could hear the answer, Visain quickly added.

“Please do not misunderstand that I brought you two peerless masters to pressure Jong Bang-ju. I brought you here to show you that we are the ones who will protect Sogeombang from now on.”

As if they had received a warning from the evil spirit in advance, Goaak and Gwangseom were quietly drinking tea without showing any signs of agitation.

The fact that they were still made Visan look even more impressive. He was the one who could make them drink tea quietly, when it was better to threaten them with fear.

“No matter what you say, Bonmyeong will not cause any harm to Sogeombang. I promise on my name. So, speak at your convenience.”

“Yes, I will do that.”

Jong-yeom knew that Sogeombang’s fate would change depending on his answer.

“I don’t want to follow the sect. I’m the kind of person who gets hives if I follow the sect. The reason I’ve followed the Cheonhwamun up until now is because they have had a deep relationship with the Apostolic Alliance.”

Before making a decision, Jong-Yeom calmly expressed his concerns.

“This Honam region has been a region where the power of the Demonic Cult has been strong for generations. The reason the headquarters was located in the shadow of the Cheonhwamun was to avoid the sword of the Demonic Cult.”

Then Visain spoke firmly with trust in his eyes.

“We will block that blade from now on.”

Then there is the added worry of inflammation.

“Cheonhwamun will not look kindly on us either.”

Visain answered more firmly.

“Then the Apostolic Alliance will not look favorably on the Heavenly Flower Gate.”

Jong-yeom stared at the face of the person who was the benefactor. His son, Jong-tae, was secretly surprised and impressed by the sight. He had never expected his father, who had been trembling so much, to show such a confident appearance. He was receiving what he had been promised without any fear.

“Can you promise me that?”

“I promise in the name of the Apostolic Alliance’s leader.”

The inflammation did not drag on any longer. He immediately got up from his seat and said politely,

“From now on, Sogeombang will share the same fate as the Apostles.”

Visain stood up and took the lottery.

“The Sadomaeng will share the same fate as the Sogeombang.”

It was the moment when the new fate of Sogeombang was decided.

Visain said goodbye right away, because there were still many sects he had to go to.

Before leaving, Visain said to Jongyeom.

“Many sects will share the same views as Sogeombang. So you can act with confidence.”

So Visain, the Thirteen Wanderers, the Goaak, and the Gwangseom left there.

Only after they left did Jongtae breathe a sigh of relief.

“Did you do that because you wanted to see your son die of shock?”

“If you continue to live in the world of martial arts, you will experience many things like this. Then, too, you must deal with them calmly, just like you did today.”

He knew his son would handle it well. If he had been a pitiful son, he would not have had him present here today.

“But shouldn’t there be a contract to make a promise?”

“If they break their promises, what good is that contract?”

Jongtae was seeing a new side of his father. He always bowed down to the Cheonhwamunju and always laughed. That was the kind of father he thought he was.

“I’m really surprised you made this decision all at once.”

“It wasn’t done all at once.”

“yes?”

“I haven’t been able to sleep a wink since the day they sent me the message to meet them in secret.”

Jong-yeom looked at his son and said.

“Our lives depend on it all, so how could we just make a decision?”

Jong-tae bowed his head respectfully, having once again seen his father’s outstanding qualities. Seeing this moment so touching, it seemed that he had never truly respected his father before.

“Thank you for letting me be here.”

And even in this moment of excitement, the one thing that worried me the most was the devil.

“Can the Demonic Cult really exist like that?”

“Of course they won’t just stay still. Since the Apostles have moved, they will start to move too.”

Jong-yeom’s gaze turned to the door through which Bisain had walked out.

“When the leader of the Demonic Cult appeared in the Central Plains, the dormant martial arts world began to stir.”

“No matter what happens, I will deal with it flexibly like bamboo.”

That was what my father always said. But now my father’s thoughts have changed. Just as the successor of the Apostolic Alliance has come to this place today, the future of the Sogeombang should be led by the son.

Jong-yeom wanted his son to live his life safely rather than become a martial arts hero. Just like he had lived.

“My father survived by behaving like bamboo. But even bamboo eventually breaks in a strong wind. You should live like flowing water.”

This is what I wanted to say to my son in the face of the waves of change.

* * *

The goalkeeper of the Cheonmasingyo Honam Branch was guarding the main gate of the branch as usual today.

Standing on duty all day like this, the most difficult thing to bear was boredom. So I used to chat with my coworkers about this and that, and today, my subordinate who was standing on duty with me told me a rumor.

“It seems that Cheonhwamun is planning to hold a secret banquet.”

“A banquet? Where did you hear about it?”

“I know who will be providing food for the Cheonhwamun banquet. There are also rumors that great masters from the Murim Alliance will be coming.”

That wasn’t the only rumor.

“There are also rumors that some of the Sado Alliance’s best members have entered Honam. Something is not right.”

Both rumors were unfavorable to the Demonic Cult.

The goalkeeper said to his subordinate.

“The mood is not good these days, so don’t be so talkative.”

“But are you going to back down like this against those political bastards?”

“stop!”

“yes.”

The goalkeeper paused for a moment and said:

“In my view, the leader is not someone who would just back down.”

The subordinates all nodded. They had personally dealt with the Honamjidanju and captured the successor of Cheonhwamun. The young sect leader was clearly someone beyond their expectations.

Then one of the unmanned men shouted.

“Who is coming?”

Over there, two people were walking towards me.

Just walking slowly, he felt eerie. The goalkeeper looked at his subordinates to see if he was the only one who felt this way, and they too had tense faces. One of the subordinates was already gripping his sword hilt tightly.

The goalkeeper’s gaze turned to them again.

I’m just walking slowly, why am I shaking like this?

Gradually their appearance became clearer.

Someone among the luggage spoke in a trembling voice.

“Should I call an emergency number?”

Originally, it was nonsense. Someone is visiting Zidane, and he calls an emergency call without even knowing who it is? Is Mine scared? This was really something that would have to be dealt with with a club by the subordinate who called for an emergency call.

But the goalkeeper was worried. Should he call emergency number?

In the meantime, the two men came closer. The closer they came, the more fearful they became. Now, all of the men grabbed their swords. What a presence these unmanned beings had in the world. If they were enemies, they had a premonition that they would all die.

“Emergency call!”

A mine jumped in, and soon a bell rang.

Ding! Ding!

Even though the emergency bell was ringing, the two people continued walking towards me.

So the two people approached the main gate.

The old man had a skinny appearance and cold eyes, and he had a huge sword on his back. The other man was a muscular, large man with a face so scary that it was difficult to even make eye contact.

When he felt that the energy emanating from the two people’s bodies was magic, only then did the goalkeeper feel relieved. Even so, his heart was beating like crazy, and his body was shaking. Only then did the goalkeeper realize that there was a suffocating presence.

‘They’re Amazons!’

Only then did the men guarding the main gate realize who the two were. Were they not the Mazones we had heard of countless times, even though we had never seen them in person? That large sword, that large fist, and a powerful magical power and presence that no one could imitate.

They were none other than Hyeolcheon Doma and Kwonma.

The guards at the main gate all bowed their waists in unison. They were delighted and shouted in their hearts.

‘We’re here too!’

The blood clot horse asked softly with its small, sharp eyes.

“Where is the young leader?”