Becoming the Swordmaster Rank Young Lord of the Sichuan Tang Family Chapter 295

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Seomseo, Sangnam – Nearby Hwasisega.

Perhaps it’s a bit too much. A young man with a handsome face is standing there, staring blankly at the North, as if waiting for a lover.

It was easy to guess that he was of very noble status. He was covered in silk that ordinary people could hardly touch in their entire lives, and the sword he wore at his waist had all kinds of decorations hanging from it. The scabbard had seven small jewels inscribed like the seven stars, and it didn’t stop there. It was very ornate, with antique patterns engraved all over it. If someone who didn’t know saw it, they might guess that it was the Sangbangbogeom (尙方寶劍) that the emperor bestowed upon his meritorious subjects.

Behind him, a group of people were also standing looking at the northern sky. They were the followers of the Shaanxi Hwa Clan’s Sogaju Hwamu Ryong.

“Sogaju. It’s getting cold. Please come inside.”

One of the servants cautiously spoke. It had already been three days. Hwamu-ryong had been out, not even eating properly, and was only looking north – towards the volcano.

‘You must miss your fatherly love. It’s understandable. God has gone too far. No matter how busy he is in accomplishing his great work, he hasn’t shown his face even once until his own son has grown up.’

Nobok clicked his tongue inwardly. He was just a commoner who had learned breathing techniques to maintain his health, and was far from martial arts. He didn’t know much about the nature of the martial arts world. In his eyes, they were just a collection of supernatural beings who didn’t seem human, whether they were the righteous way or the evil way.

As a long-time servant of the Shaanxi painter, he knew that Hua Wulong, who was also the Sogaju and the Grand Duke of the Demonic Realm, had been longing to meet his father, Magwangcheonju, and had been working tirelessly to gain his approval.

‘I’ve never met him before, but he’s really a cold-hearted person. He doesn’t even give me his last name.’

That’s right.

Magwangcheonju Yeonjunghyuk━ He did not allow any of his three sons to use the Yeon surname. Is this simply a hint that bloodline alone does not give them the right to succeed him?

That was all Nobok could imagine.

“Okay. You go in. Aren’t you at an age where even the spring breeze makes your bones cold? The cold wind must be hard to endure.”

Hwamu-ryong refused Nobok’s offer without even looking back. He was going to wait for his father here forever. This kind of opportunity rarely came.

‘I have to see my father somehow.’

After he retired from Jongnam and returned home with Geumnyeongdae, he heard shocking news from his mother, Hwayeonjeong.

━Geumryeong asked a similar question, and even you, Muryong, are like that. The Lord is fine. Of course.

━…….

Hwamu Ryong was breathtaking.

The news of Shaolin’s victory and the death of Magwangcheonju that was reported by Hwasan Geomhwa Okyeon were all lies?

On the contrary, it was the opposite. Shaolin was destroyed, and there was only a message that the Lord of Heaven, who had completely wiped out the Buddhist sect and the martial arts in Hanam, would soon walk on the land of Shaanxi in perfect health.

‘In order to save Jongnam, Hwasan Jangmoon lied…!’

It was even more unexpected because the two factions had been considered enemies for decades. The idea that Hwasan Jangmun would not help Jongnam while avoiding the crisis of his own faction━there was no way he had been fooled by that.

Hwamu Ryong was indignant, but still harbored some hope. That was because he had heard that Geumryeong, who had arrived at the family first, had figured out the truth and rushed straight to Hwasan. Even though he had lost Jongnam, he might be able to finish off Hwasan. If the two elders—Yeomwangmado and Talmyeongkwonma—led their forces to hold Hwasan back, then it was definitely possible. Even Geumryeong alone had shown overwhelming force over Jongnam’s two peerless masters—Geomjong and Geomjeol. If he had joined sooner, even Hwasan with Geomhwa would have been able to be destroyed.

one.

Soon after, as if mocking Hwamu Ryong’s prediction, some of the troops that had gone on an expedition to Hwasan returned to their family and told him about it.

━As soon as they heard the news of victory, the two elders left the ranks and went to Hwasan first. They thought that since their army had the upper hand, they would never let Hwasan go.

━It is said that two masters of the flower world were waiting for the elders in Hwasan. One was Okyang, the plum blossom gentleman, and the other was a man with the Taoist name Cheongmyeong, and it is said that he was also called Jamryong in Hwasan. Judging from the fact that his existence was almost unknown until now, he seemed to be a peerless master who had been raised in extreme secrecy.

━At first, the two elders were overwhelming, but soon Hwasan Jangmoon Geomhwa Okyeon and Jongnam Jangmoon Geomjong Hakyu appeared at the same time. They had no choice but to retreat.

Hwamu-ryong, who had heard up to that point, could roughly guess what was going on. The King of Hell, Bukgung-hyeon, and the Demon of the Myung-kwon, Baek-ri-cheong – the two of them knew that Geum-ryeong was headed to Jong-nam. However, Jong-nam Jang-moon showed up to Hwasan in good health, so they couldn’t help but be shocked. Perhaps they guessed that Geum-ryeong had fallen into their hands.

Or, perhaps Geomhwa had once again played her cunning tongue to confuse the two of them━ Hwamoo-ryong tried to guess the situation at the time while recalling Okyeon’s face. She was a woman who lied even during Jongnam’s crisis, so she could have calmly lied even more when it came to her disciple Hwasan.

━Are you two elders okay?

The worries of the following Hwamoo-ryong were natural. Those who are peerless masters are those who have mastered all martial arts except the area of dealing with energy – eye techniques, sense techniques, divine techniques, lightness techniques, etc. It is safe to say that they have perfected all of them. In the midst of a decisive battle, even if one side tries to retreat, if the other side has no intention of letting go, they cannot easily withdraw. They will have to make some sacrifices to be able to retreat.

just as expected.

━Yeomwangmado Bukgung Elder lost his left arm to Geomhwa’s sword attack, and Talmyeongkwonma Baekri Elder was hit by Geomjong’s long sword and suffered internal injuries. When we arrived, the situation had already ended, and the two of them immediately ordered a retreat, perhaps because they thought Hwasan might pursue them.

━While heading south to the main house, I met a man named Geumryeong, who said that he would soon welcome the coming of the Lord at Hwasan and ordered all of the remaining personnel to return to the main house except for some troops. I also gave the Grand Duke a message not to go to Hwasan in vain and to take good care of his wife and stay in his place…

━Okay, I got it.

Hwamu Ryong answered calmly, but he could not suppress the anger boiling deep in his chest.

‘How can the leaders of the six factions always try to avoid crisis by lying and slyly talking? Isn’t their behavior no different from that of lowlifes…!’

There was a reason why he was so indignant.

Hwamu-ryong was a noble prince of the Central Plains Magical School since birth. From the time he was born, he had the family’s prestige and wealth that surrounded him as if it were natural. And that wasn’t all? He had a powerful magical martial arts that allowed him to act like a superhuman despite being a human. There were two peerless masters in his family, who were said to be one or two in even the most powerful factions.

When he was able to estimate his own age, he realized that everything that surrounded him was actually not that old.

It was a huge shock to the young Hwamu Ryong.

This means that all the things that I have enjoyed naturally are from my father, who did not pass down his family name, and the master of the Central Plains Magical Island, Magwangcheonju. These are things that can be taken away at any time with just one word from him, so even if I am enjoying them now, I cannot say that I have completely seized them.

It was from that time that Hwamu-ryong decided the direction of his life.

Father━ I must gain the approval of Magwangcheonju Yeonjunghyuk and become a ‘Yeonmuryong’!

From that day on, he swore that he had never been lazy for even a single day. He worked hard and worked hard, hoping that when he met his father again, he would be able to proudly say that he was his eldest son.

Twenty years.

It was not a short period of time. Hana Hwamu-ryong lived with the determination to receive his father’s approval, working hard and constantly. Not long ago, even Geum-ryeong praised him. As the head of the Magwangcheonju, he, a master of the extreme realm, said that his achievements were great, even if it was empty words. I did not feel bad. I would be even happier if I received praise from my father.

It also gave me the opportunity to get recognized.

Destroy the Volcano and Jongnam – Looking back, it was not a difficult order. With the power of the King of Hell, the Demon of the Talmyung Fist, and the Golden Spirit, it was certainly possible. Furthermore, since they were carried out under the name of the Shaanxi Painter, they were to be fully included in the achievements of the Hwamu Dragon.

however.

‘Failure.’

The two letters felt like they were weighing heavily on both shoulders. It wasn’t that I lacked strength, nor that the timing was wrong. The conditions were perfect. I was just swayed by Geomhwa Okyeon’s words and ended up releasing Hwasan and Jongnam. If I had finished off either one of them, I would have had something to say, but since I couldn’t, this was a complete failure. I had let down Magwangcheonju’s expectations.

Hwamu-ryong was afraid.

My father has already conquered Anhui and Henan. With Huashan and Zhongnan having fled, it is safe to say that even Shaanxi has now become the domain of the Demon Way. The situation in the Battle of Zhengma has already tilted significantly in this direction.

What this meant was that the Shaanxi painter, the Grand Duke of the Demonic Realm, might never again be given the opportunity to be active and achieve great things like this.

‘…I may never see you again.’

So Hwamu Ryong made up his mind.

Anyway, isn’t it already too late to boast about your achievements?

In this situation, he wanted to show off his hard work up until now – how his son, ‘Hwamu-ryong’, had grown up.

‘This is where Hwasan and Jongnam have fled. I don’t know where Father will go, but there is a high chance that he will head south to Juksan in Hubei Province. The main force of the Jeongcheon Alliance is located there.’

Hwa Moo-ryong had predicted his father’s route. If he was heading to Hubei, he would likely pass by Sangnam, where the Hwa family was located. However, it was difficult to assume that his father would stop by the Hwa family. He had never properly shown his face until he had grown up to this point. It would be foolish to think that someone like that, who had not accomplished any particularly commendable feats, would stop by the family.

That’s why Hwamu-ryong came out, sharpened his senses, and gazed blankly toward the north.

Father – Magwangcheonju Yeonjunghyuk is the true and true king of the Central Plains magic arts, who makes even the most extreme masters kneel down without hesitation.

The magical energy waves that were naturally created through breathing would also be immense.

Enough to be recognizable from afar.

And Hwamu Ryong’s prediction was accurate.

Gooooooo━

From a distance, the sky was suddenly turning dark with an ominous feeling.

“…!”

Except for the lowly Nobok with martial arts achievements, those who had a certain level of energy all gasped in vain or held their breath. This was because they had sensed an unexpected wave of magical energy.

It was hard to imagine that there could be two such beings.

Hwamu Ryong had a feeling. His father was approaching right now.

It was when Yeon Jung-hyeok, the Magwangcheonju who had come down from the volcano, arrived in the land of Sangnam.

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