I Reincarnated as the Crazed Heir Chapter 332

Episode 332: To Kunlun Mountain

My pounding heart calmed down with a deep sigh.

When I realized it was a dream, I felt relieved rather than angry.

I liked the fact that we could face each other so openly, even if it was an illusion.

'grandfather…….'

"Kak-ah, no matter what anyone says, you're a Kak-ga. So stop it now."

'haha.'

"Do you think you'll only be satisfied if everyone dies and disappears? What on earth are you doing this for?!?"

I can't reveal it because I know my grandfather will come out like this.

A self-deprecating laugh escaped my lips.

For what purpose… …. For what purpose?

I wasn't deeply troubled or worried about this.

Will it stop if we uncover the mastermind behind Jegalmun and the others? Will it be enough to kill the nameless?

no.

I will not be stopped. I will destroy those who oppose me, even if it means killing them, and I will seek to reign over them.

This is instinct.

A mark engraved on me from having to grow up under the threat of murder, and having to kill to survive.

The Martial Arts Alliance? The Jeongpa? Why is that so important?

'Even if I stop you?'

His eyes narrowed once again. Dreams are dreams, after all. Even his thoughts, he responds like that.

'Stop it. I don't want to hurt Grandpa.'

I said with a calm smile. Then, the shape crumbled again and transformed into a new form.

A gentle breeze. A warm breeze. Long, loose hair. It was her.

Namgung Yena.

'each…….'

'It's your turn now? Heh… … Haha!'

‘… … You’ve changed a lot.’

'You are the same. Your scent, like the wind, still feels good.'

'Why did this happen?'

Why did it turn out like this? Was it because of the Heavenly Palace that killed me, or because of Taekangjun who tried to kill me when I was just born?

'Well, that's how it is.'

'I'll stop it.'

'I know. If it were you, you'd risk your life to stop me.'

'Are you satisfied…?'

No. I studied her blankly. Her wrinkled eyes and faded uniform gave away the passage of time.

But she was still pretty, still beautiful. I liked the way she tried to get her way.

So it was bitter.

'Even if you kill me, I hope you won't regret it.'

The unexpected words brought me back to my senses and I looked at her again. A loneliness shone through her as she turned around.

I have absolutely no desire to kill her with my own hands. I don't even want to think about it.

But even if something like that happens, are you okay with it?

asked.

'Why?'

‘… …It must have been very difficult.’

Her form slowly disappeared into the darkness.

I was speechless, lost in the afterglow. The expression on her face, which I glanced back at before she disappeared, was undeniably warm.

He was worried about me.

'Huh… … .'

A snickering laugh escapes.

Then, as if shattering the darkness, a ray of light bursts in from afar.

My eyes suddenly opened.

A dazzling morning dawned.

and.

"It is a time of destruction."

No matter who stops me.

The martial arts world will be under my control.

That's because I'm Ma Cheon So.

*

"Search everything from the southern part of the Qinghai Sea to the area bordering the West Sea, then return to Kunlun Mountain. It will take three days."

As the sun rose in the east and the Murim Alliance began to advance again, Ma Cheon-so gave orders to the Pungryongdae.

One of their missions is a search operation.

But the search scope is not easy.

Even though there were only ten of them, this must have been Ma Cheon-so's indirect expression of his intention not to show any consideration since they had already participated in the war.

"let's go."

Obedience to orders is the basic principle of battle. If you are told to do something, do it.

Namgung Yena nodded heavily and turned her steps towards the southern ridge, which was headed in a different direction from the west where the Murim Alliance was heading.

"No, wait. The agent is going over there?"

Dan Ye-hwa looked from side to side in bewilderment and asked.

There was no answer whatsoever.

Rather, whenever other dragons passed by, they would laugh and talk to him.

"I hope Pungryongdae will suffer this time too."

"Funny? Why, what? What's funny? Tell me."

"Haha! You're a newbie, aren't you? You'll find out soon enough."

The words of the unknown warrior lingered like a lingering echo. And soon, the later indices, including Dan Yehwa, came to a realization.

Why we should sleep when we sleep. Why we should rest when we rest.

I could clearly see what a difficult path it was.

"Come in."

"It's underwater."

"Go up."

"It's a cliff."

"Rest."

"This is a cliff."

"Once you've rested, get moving again."

"I told you it's still a cliff!"

There was no food, no time to sleep. No protests were heard. It was a truly bloody, forced march, a culmination of the three nos.

Dividing mountains and rivers was a given, and when searching, they didn't care about the location, whether it was a barn or an outhouse.

Even considering the three-day period and the amount of land to be explored, there was no time to drink water.

Moreover, Dangpyeongsan and Namgung Yena were moving ahead in perfect sync, never tiring, so they couldn't even groan.

The sword of the never-ending wind dragon.

They were new recruits who were gradually getting to know their faces.

*

Meanwhile, Ma Cheon-so left Pungryongdae and went straight to Kunlun Mountain.

Drumroll, drumroll. The earth screamed wildly. If up until then it had been a forced march, now it was a full-out sprint.

There was absolutely no leisurely pace.

"With Dangpyeongsan joining us, it won't take more than three days to complete the search and return. We'll capture Sado-ryeon within two days."

Although the plan was disrupted by an unexpected appearance, it was only a matter of time, and nothing changed.

While Pungryongdae is away, I'll fight the Sadoryeon. That'll do.

Ding, ding, ding! The drums rang out, urging them to run faster, and the sound of horse hooves grew more intense.

The sound of the wind passing by kept ringing in their ears, and the Murim Alliance, lost in a state of selflessness, tore through the plains like a whirlwind.

And finally… … .

Arrived at Kunlun Mountain.

* * *

Xinjiang fisheries

The cold river wind blew all over my body.

Today, a fierce storm arose, and even the experienced fishing boats that had been fishing all their lives had to lower their sails.

But even in this angry situation, there was a group of black ships that were cutting through the sea with their crane-wing formations as if they were going against God.

The traitor of the time, Daemyeonggyo.

It was them.

"Are you saying that all of these people only follow you?"

Geomchi folded his arms and wrinkled his nose. The Black Death faction followed suit, folding their arms and sporting stern expressions.

After forming a temporary alliance with Banya, he quickly left Cheonsan and boarded the ship.

But the level of those who accompanied me was extraordinary.

'Let's say that High Priest Banya is a stinking bastard, so… … Those gloomy punks all look like they're going to get beat up, don't they?'

His subordinates, wearing Western-style robes that reached all the way to their heads, accompanied him without a single smile. They looked like they had black blood flowing through their veins.

‘Besides, the number of people… … .’

The black ship in the center that he is on, and one behind it. Then there are five more ships on each side.

The ships on the left and right were small, so even if we assume that each ship had fifty men on board, there were roughly over six hundred warriors on board.

The High Priest Banya's servants numbered six hundred.

"Haha, what's the problem?"

"What's the problem? I can see why. The Black Death Sect used to number in the thousands. They were flying high back then. Isn't that right, guys?"

That's right, brother! As Geomchi chuckled and turned around, the Black Death faction's unified voice boomed out.

Number of people: about thirty.

"…It looks really empty."

As Geomchi sighed, "Huh." Banya let out a laugh. The more he looked at her, the more he liked her.

A person who seems like an ordinary person who is always up and down, but has the power to make you nervous.

"Hmm…."

As Banya looked at him with meaningful eyes, Geomchi coughed and changed the subject.

"But with this level of power, shouldn't he be aiming for domination of the martial arts world rather than just staying in Cheonsan? Even if he's a traitor, if a man holds a famous sword, he should swing it. Isn't that a shame?"

Geomchi blurted out his words without hiding anything. The prestigious school he had seen firsthand was beyond the rumors. It was beyond imagination.

It was a place where first-class warriors and above were prevalent, and all sorts of strange things, from sorcery to formations, happened as a matter of course.

So I didn't understand. Why, with such power, wouldn't he come out into the world?

Banya asked instead of answering, leaving only a gentle smile.

"What is the cause of the Apostolic Union?"

"Cause? Do we have such a thing? We just follow our instincts. If we want something, we get it. If we want to fight, we fight. That's all. Let me ask you, in return: What is your cause?"

In response to Geomchi's question, Banya stretched out her hand toward the rippling waves.

Swish- Then, black mist spreads out in all directions and seeps over the river.

"uh?"

Geomchi's eyes widened. The turbulent storm had calmed like a gentle breeze on a clear, sunny day.

Banya said.

"Balance. That's all we want."

"balance?"

"Look. It may seem quiet now, but it's only a forced lull. This may allow some to pass through this waterway comfortably, but for others behind them…"

Banya turned around. Geomchi followed suit.

Then, Banya raised his hand in a flash. "Shaaaah!" The black mist that had seeped into the sea was sucked back into his palm.

And that moment.

Paaaaaaat-! A tall dragonfly rose from the stern of the ship, big enough to raise its head.

As if the pus that had been pressed down and held in had burst out.

"Life is the same. If you save someone, someone else dies. What I mean is… you get it? If someone doesn't die, other innocent people will follow suit. Haha!"

Geomchi didn't even listen to Banya's difficult words.

He was simply dumbfounded by the sight of the ship his men were on being engulfed in a torrent and sinking.

"This crazy bastard. You're going to kill your subordinates just to spout off some long-winded nonsense? Ah, I guess I'll just break the alliance."

So this is what a fanatic is like. No matter how you look at him, he's not in his right mind. Geomchi spat, feeling that he'd just been blessed with good luck, and turned back to the bow.

"Why can't someone with such noble thoughts catch the little sect leader? Is a mere child worth leading a large army?"

"Haha… There is. Of course there is. He is an evil being who not only stole the divine object, but also injured the sacred body. If he were dead, then it would be different… But if he were alive, shouldn't he get it back?"

"God's thing…?"

"That's it. Don't try to know or covet any more. If you're greedy, you'll get hurt. Do you understand? Haha!"

"No, I don't know. I don't care." Geomchi sighed and shrugged.

What would they do knowing about their family feud? I thought I asked for nothing.

Anyway, the most urgent task right now is to hurry and go to Yeonju.

The closer we get to land, the more ominous the feeling becomes.

"Lianju. Please don't act like that and stay still. Just until I get there."

Geomchi scanned the sea with eyes that had grown even heavier.

* * *

Kunlun Mountain Hill

Kkaaaak! The screams spread through the mountains.

It wasn't a sound that erupted from a human mouth. It was eerie, like the grinding of iron, and it was so fast that it was impossible to control.

It couldn't be otherwise. It was the sound of a long, single-edged sword, a noble sword.

"How many days have passed?"

A voice filled with irritation flowed from a large stool placed in a cozy open space, like a paradise in the forest.

Blonde, crazy eyes.

The Sado Ryeonju is the king of fraud.

All around, women were seen fanning themselves with branches with large leaves, like the Uma King's banana leaf fan.

Their faces all had an indifferent expression, not because they were fearless, but because that was their only way to survive.

If you laugh, you get dragged away, if you cry, you get dragged away.

There were already more than a few women who had been replaced.

So, contrary to his expression, his heart was pounding with fear.

"It's ten days and six o'clock."

"Kuuuuu. Ten days and six hours have passed, and that bastard Geomchi hasn't even shown his nose?"

Kkaaaak! Lying on the stool, the King of Conspiracy waved his hand in the air, causing the Gwichondo to fly back and forth, swaying back and forth.

Hmph! A woman blinked in surprise as her hair fluttered in the wind that passed by her ear.

Okay then.

Chuck! The fraud king grabbed the noble sword, sat up straight, and aimed the tip at her Adam's apple.

Then he spoke with eyes that flashed madness.

"Why are you surprised?"