I Reincarnated as the Crazed Heir Chapter 316

Episode 316: Wind Dragon (2)

"Even if I tell you not to take it out!"

"Surprise! Why are you angry? And who are you?"

"My lord, I am Anmyeonsan of the Taesa Sword Hall. Please remember."

Myeonsan… I don't want to remember.

"Do you know what people call Pungryongdae? It's a bunch of defects. Only those with defects can enter, or if they enter, they'll come out with defects. Hahahaha!"

Let's do it… … . I can't help but frown at the truly insulting words. However, laughter erupted here and there.

"Go rescue the hostages, sneak into enemy territory. The Pungryongdae is a place where there are countless things to die for. It must have been so difficult that in ten years, when the Blue Dragon Commander changed once, the Commander died twice."

Negative comments poured in from all sides. Some even told me not to even dream of such a thing.

At this point, my curiosity grows stronger for no reason.

"What's wrong with that when you're living off of rice?"

"A sword can be used to its full potential. Do you use a famous sword to cut off a chicken's neck? That's why they say that if a woman carries a sword, she'll cut off her topknot…?"

"Hey, catch that bastard."

As Dan Yehwa gave Yaul Tak a cold look, a sound of hammering and screaming resonated from the corner.

Anyway, the faces of the later index members were filled with a subtle sense of pride.

Things like Pungryongdae don't suit me.

It was full of the energy to just go down like that.

That was understandable.

These are also a select few among the numerous review indices.

It is natural to feel superior to others.

I understood. Even Yalul Tak and Dan Yehwa were of noble status within the Demonic Cult.

But strangely enough, the Pungryongdae remained in her mind.

"It's impossible… That's right."

Just then, a soft, tired voice came from behind.

"The sword of the sword that never rests, saving the weak and destroying the evil. That's why the Wind Dragons have many souls. There are many things in the martial arts world that need to be corrected."

Everyone's heads turned back.

A warm breeze blew through the room, and the sound of her approaching footsteps gently fell on my ears.

"you……."

Dan Ye-hwa opened her mouth slightly and muttered.

A woman who is approaching her forties and whose appearance is full of fatigue, yet whose beauty can be called the most beautiful in the world.

'Namgung Yena… … .'

The Wind Dragon Sword Master, Namgung Yena. It was her.

The following Dojagyeong stood behind him in a neat posture.

"Are you disappointed that a group of people came to visit?"

No! The reviewers all shouted out loud at once. That's only possible in a place where there's no disparaging remarks. When I thought I'd heard it all, my heart sank.

But Namgung Yena smiled as if it was okay and continued speaking.

“You all probably know why we came…….”

A gust of wind blew from somewhere, and Dan Ye-hwa's heart began to pound inexplicably.

If you ask me who the most memorable person I met in Jungwon is, I would say her without a moment's hesitation.

We only briefly brushed past each other in the guest room, but her glances, her gestures, even the fluttering of her sleeves—everything was vivid.

"The Wind Dragon is a wind of the right kind. If there's a place that needs it, I'll go there even if it means losing my life. My time is gone, and all I can rely on is a shabby old sword and the determination of the wind."

Everyone fell silent and stared at her.

The softly spoken words had a captivating power that enveloped the heart.

"Many people avoid this, but I think there should be at least one place where we practice intention, not form. After all, we are Jeongdo-in."

Even those who had been criticizing Pungryongdae became silent at the sight of his smiling face.

"So, if you are of the level of the later generations. If you have the meaning of the Great Way without Gates…."

Thump, thump, thump, thump. Dan Ye-hwa's heart began to beat faster.

Why is this happening?

Attractive looks? No.

A somewhat quiet tone? That's not it either.

The look of a master? I've seen strong people enough to get sick of them.

"Would you like to join the Wind Dragon Corps?"

Her elegant tone resonated throughout the room.

Now I know why I'm so drawn to her.

taste.

She had a cool side.

Jinok was full of the temperament to sacrifice her life for her words.

At least he was different from those vain and hypocritical people who wore masks of empty boasting and swaying like reeds in their own comfortable direction.

This wasn't just something I intuited by observing some behavior.

A sense of weight. A sense of oppression that only those who have passed through the asura can possess.

Namgung Yena had a charm that was not easily seen.

"Was that a difficult conversation?"

Everyone slowly averted their eyes at the words that were spoken innocently, without any disappointment or expectation.

It is true that they look down on Pungryongdae, but they would never dare to belittle her, the great master.

Who doesn't know the fame of swordsmanship?

She is probably one of the most skilled women in the martial arts world.

It is also true that her words were engraved majestically in my heart.

However, the review index gathered here was based on reason rather than emotion.

They've always walked the set path, not the steadfast ones who follow the arduous path. So, no one would enter a place where they risk their lives like a moth to a flame.

Except for one person.

"mask……."

The silence was broken by the soft voice of Dan Ye-hwa.

Namgung Yena slowly turned her head and faced her.

"Can I meet the Sacheonhoeju?"

Mr. Ma, the head of the Sacheonhoeju? His head tilts.

"well?"

The unexpected question made a sudden thought pop into my head.

Come to think of it, I was supposed to teach at Pungryongdae, but is that still the case now that I'm acting as its director? That's impossible. It's absurd that someone would attempt to erase Pungryongdae itself.

"Is that important?"

"You mean we might meet?"

The eyes were straight, firm and clear.

Namgung Yena took a shallow breath and answered calmly.

"I guess we'll be able to meet."

Because he is my direct superior.

"Okay then."

what?

"I want to go, Pungryongdae."

Dan Yehwa finally blurted out the forbidden words.

"Young lady!"

"that……."

Mu-oh and Su-han-seong jumped up in surprise, and Hyeon-mong-so's eyes widened. Even Seo-ho-pil, who had been burying his head in his hands, gaped at her.

Everyone was shocked.

She, the winner of the martial arts competition, applied to join the Pungryongdae.

Here, even Yaul Tak got involved.

"Then I can't miss out! Hey, did you say you'd give me a big meal? Make sure I feed him on time. He's not an ordinary person. He probably doesn't know if I raise cows or live with pigs… Kkeuk!"

The tumultuous atmosphere grew as intense as a flame.

'……why?'

Namgung Yena also had the same incomprehensibility.

To be honest, I didn't come here with high expectations. I came with the intention of grabbing something before we got relegated.

As the owner, she couldn't possibly be unaware of how Pungryongdae was perceived by the world.

But then she, the winner, suddenly said she would come to Pungryongdae.

[Why?]

Namgung Yena asked.

[You didn't come here looking for someone to do it with? That's what it sounded like.]

[The treatment won't be good.]

Even more so if all the agents have left.

[I know. It was just a shabby sword and determination.]

[I think I told you not to come to Pungryongdae.]

[Then should I not go?]

[……no.]

Dan Yehwa smiled brightly. Namgung Yena also let out a breath and raised the corners of her lips in a smirk.

From the moment I first saw her, I felt a strange affection for her. Her eyes were familiar, so I remembered her even more.

I never thought that our relationship back then would continue like this.

"Porcelain mirror."

"Yes, my lord."

"Take him out."

"yes."

Do Ja-gyeong, who had been showing a sharp attitude the whole time, nodded to Dan Ye-hwa and Ya Yu-tak and walked out with measured steps.

He also knew the two and had a lot to say, but he kept his mouth shut for fear of harming the status of the Great Lord.

"Is there more?"

Namgung Yena asked again.

Okay then.

"I'll go too…"

"Seo So-hyeop!"

Unexpectedly, Seo Ho-pil suddenly sat up.

He had even stopped eating and drinking at the news of the Gongdongpa's demise. Then, suddenly, as if he had just come back from the dead, a jealousy filled his eyes.

"If I can just tear apart and kill even one more Sado-ryeon, I will go. And so, I will definitely…! I will avenge the Sado-ryeon's grudge."

Even the reviewers who wanted to tear him apart were silenced by his determination.

How can we fathom the heart of the man whose sect was destroyed?

"You'll get sick of seeing the Apostles."

"I believe that."

"Okay. Go out and wait."

Seo Ho-pil strode out.

There are already three.

Three of the top scholars of the time went to Pungryongdae, which was considered a place only for those who were demoted due to lack of applicants.

And that wasn't the end of it.

"me."

A man who had been sleeping soundly raised his hand.

"Even the Hyeonmongso Sohyeop…!"

Hyunmongso. Another man who was predicted to be a champion and the nephew of the first swordsman of the shaman.

"I'm hungry. I'm sleepy. I want to go too."

"…Would you like that?"

Bow. Hyunmongso bowed politely and walked out.

At this point, it was a mess.

The later indices looked at each other in a daze and asked about the situation.

What the hell is this?

Muoh and Suhanseong also had their eyes intertwined.

‘Is this a trial sent down by Amitabha Buddha? … My heart keeps turning towards them.’

‘The degree of righteousness… … Was what I wanted a comfortable room, or a place where the boundary between life and death unfolded… … .’

The two people who had been thinking for a long time suddenly stood up at the same time.

And shouted.

"I will apply to Pungryongdae!"

"I'll go too!"

Namgung Yena blinked her large eyes. Then, a smile slowly appeared on her lips.

'It doesn't seem like it's time for the Wind Dragon Festival to end yet.'

She nods vigorously.

"let's go."

Recruitment of new members is complete.

* * *

Around the time when Namgung Yena was making contact with the later indexes.

Ma Cheon-so welcomed a second guest into the rock carving.

Before going to war with the Apostolic Alliance, this was, of course, the last thing that had to be resolved.

"Haha, this clever guy. He turned those who should be kicked out into his side and embraced them instead."

A hearty, hearty laugh flows through the air.

Accordingly, the fine wrinkles around the eyes also became more pronounced.

The poisonous Dangjo rushed to Ma Cheon-so's call.

"The stability of the Murim Alliance is the top priority. Now that we have to deal with the Sadoryeon, the conflict between Jegalmun and the others is enough."

"That's right. It can't be helped. When I heard that they even tailed him to catch Umuja, I wanted to strike Chidogon down right away… but with Sadoryeon running wild, there's nothing I can do."

Ma Cheon-so nodded against his will.

Why would they embrace something so pretty? They'd just hold it and throw it into the enemy lines.

'So, Grandpa, you should also leave now.'

Horrible. As he took a sip of the cold tea, Dangjo continued to talk, as if he was so excited.

"You can't let your guard down. There are thousands of snakes crouching around here."

"Keep that in mind."

"Yeah, that's right. Haha! So, are you getting ready? If you need any help with anything, just let me know. I'll be happy to help you with anything."

I will help you… why wouldn’t I?

There was no formal banquet to commemorate his ascension to the throne, nor was he properly recognized by the leaders and elders of each sect.

It was just that Jegalmun and others were imprisoned, and they were swept up in the crowd's mood and created a temporary position.

So as time goes by, external pressure will build up, and in severe cases, people like Jegalmun may have to be released.

Whenever that happens, if the ten best Tang Zhaoha is by your side, it will be a great help.

Ma Cheon-so said, putting down his teacup.

"I plan to sort out the Apostolic Union as quickly as possible."

"Huh, who would disagree with you? However, it won't be easy. Even if they're a bunch of Sapa, there's no denying that they're strong…"

"It's something we're going to have to face anyway. It's in everyone's best interest to see it through as quickly as possible."

"Huh… The Central Plains will be drenched in blood."

Yes, that will definitely happen.

The Central Plains will fall into chaos and collapse.

The Yangtze River will be drenched in blood, and the families who cried and laughed together will float on it.

Only then… … only when the roots are shaken… … will no one be able to stop the Ming school.

therefore.

"Your Majesty, please return to Sacheon first. I asked you to come and tell me that."

What? Go? Where? You're telling me to go again?

"Gaaaaal-!"