Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 127

Episode 127

Meet the King and the Heads of Households

Hwa Eun-wol said.

“Your Highness, we have met at a very strange time.”

Danwoo-seong looked at Hwaeunwol, who seemed to have something to say. Hwaeunwol continued speaking.

"Since the recent passing of the Master, the atmosphere at the Imperial Council has been unsettling. Do you understand why?"

Is there any reason for this?

I thought it was because of the Emperor's seat.

In the martial arts world of the time, it held the second-highest power after the leader of the martial arts world. It was a position highly sought after by those who valued honor.

Danwoo Seong answered.

“It seems like it’s time to elect an Emperor.”

Hwa Eun-wol nodded.

“The issue that no one could discuss when you were there has now become the most frequently discussed issue.”

“Who is the leading candidate?”

“Namgung Tae, Dokgo Myeong, Seo Mun-ryong, and even Brother Murong who is here.”

Namgung Tae and Murong Bin were the sons of Doje and Murong Chu, respectively, and Dokgo Myeong was a longtime martial arts master active in the martial arts world. Seomunryong was a reclusive man. The family's generation was now divided into young and old.

Danwoo Seong replied.

"If it's really difficult, why don't we just settle it through a formal meeting? The Imperial Council isn't a social gathering, is it?"

Hwa Eun-wol replied with a trembling expression.

"Because this isn't a social gathering. That's why there's talk of handing over the presidency of the Imperial Council to someone seeking revenge for their senior disciple. This is something the heads of the four major clans have agreed to. Even the head of the Namgung Tae clan has suggested it."

Hwa Eun-wol and Mo Yong-bin blinked and looked at Dan Woo-seong.

The same goes for Danwoo Seong.

'Oh, no…'

The disciple's enemy was definitely avenged by Danwoo Seong.

Danwoo Seong replied.

"I have no reason or qualifications to be the Emperor's Council Chairman. To assume the position simply because I took revenge is absurd. I wasn't even a member of the Emperor's Council in the first place. It would be more appropriate to say I said so and then appoint someone else as the Council Chairman."

They seemed to be concerned about the importance of justification and promises. When Danwoo Sung clearly expressed his refusal, Hwaeunwol and Mo Yongbin were left speechless.

However, Hwa Eun-wol had another reason for bringing up this topic in the first place.

It's known that Namgung Tae, Dokgo Myeong, Seo Mun-ryong, and Mo Yong-bin were inferior to Do-je in skill. While they were all top-tier masters in martial arts, none possessed the overwhelming power of Do-je. In other words, the situation was such that even a contest was needed to determine the Emperor's champion.

Hwa Eun-wol asked.

“Your Highness, I have a rather difficult request to make…”

“Tell me.”

"Could you please observe? What's with the Emperor's seat… I think even the secret society will be in turmoil. I think if an outsider takes the seat, we'll be more self-restrained. I'm saying this because I'm afraid some people will act out of character by claiming the throne in these times."

As the Emperor had expected, Hwaeunwol was selflessly volunteering as a military officer for the Imperial Council. He also didn't want to see the insidious struggle for the position of the Council leader at a time like this.

Suddenly, Danwoo-seong looked at Hwaeunwol and asked.

“Why doesn’t the Hwa family come forward?”

I asked out of genuine curiosity. In Danwoosung's eyes, Sogaju Hwaeunwol was no less of a master than Murongju Murongbin.

Hwa Eun-wol replied briefly.

“I don’t care.”

Neither Hwasisega nor Hwa Eunwol were the type to seek power or fame. The Hwasisega family, if you trace their roots back to the Salsu clan, was a Salsu clan. Their martial arts remained characteristically Salsu-like. They were learning martial arts completely unsuited to non-combat.

Danwoo Seong said.

“If the war breaks out soon, I think it would be possible to observe.”

Even Danwoo Sung didn't have time to wait. Only then did Hwa Eun-wol and Mo Yong-bin nod.

Hwa Eun-wol nodded.

“I’ll try to proceed quickly.”

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While the three were talking, Gwangma came to his senses. He shook his head several times, stood up, and then naturally joined the group again.

He was a madman who could have died right then and there, but his expression was still excited.

Gwangma, who had a drink while the three people watched, spoke to Danwoo Seong.

"Since you've lost, I'll tell you everything about Manmagung. But there's a condition."

Hwa Eun-wol replied.

“What conditions does the loser have?”

The madman replied with a serious expression.

"Listen, now. And I'm not talking to you two little kids. I didn't lose to you two, did I? You two should consider yourself lucky."

Hwa Eun-wol smiled faintly.

“That guy really talks a lot.”

As Danwoo-seong nodded as if to tell him to speak, Gwangma stated his condition.

"I will fight the Grand Master and die. This is my condition, my request. I promise I won't do anything until then. I won't run away, and I won't cause any trouble. My original intention was to reach the sea and live in seclusion. My martial arts were given to me by the Grand Masters, and my character and life were all shaped by them. That's how my life has been. So I will return all of this to the Grand Masters before I die. Well, if I'm lucky, I'd love to kill one Grand Master with my own hands… But I guess I'll have to fight to find out."

Danwoo-seong stared at Gwangma for a long moment in silence at this unusual proposal. It was a strange proposition. He needed time to determine if it was a trick or if it was genuine.

Danwoo Seong said.

“I can allow it, but I don’t think it would be easy to convince others.”

The madman said.

"Then I have no choice but to end my life here. What's so hard to believe?"

When Gwangma looked at Hwa Eun-wol and Mo Yong-bin, Hwa Eun-wol asked.

"Why do you want to kill that ambassador? I can't understand it even if I hear it."

Because it wasn't a normal situation for a disciple to want to kill his master.

The madman gave an answer that shattered everyone's expectations.

"They're strong. So strong that it's hard to look down on them. It's almost as if they'll ever be defeated by anyone. I want to see. I want to see with my own eyes whether they, too, are destined to die. In fact, I want to witness the inaction of the Three Gods with my own eyes. You're going to attack Manmagung anyway, aren't you? My presence there is the only condition. I lived in the martial arts world, so I simply want to die in the martial arts world. There's no trickery or deception in this proposal."

Hwaeunwol looked at Danwooseong.

"I will leave this man's fate to the Archduke. He is not one of our own."

Mo Yong-bin also nodded.

“Let’s do that.”

Danwoo Seong replied.

“We will decide once we have confirmed the exact location of Manmagung.”

“In the Seokrim area······.”

“Where is Seokrim?”

"It's Junggyeong. Anyway, there's a rocky mountain there that even herbalists and animals avoid. Those who know the way will find it easy, but for outsiders, reaching Manma Palace is difficult. There are dead gates everywhere, and there are many tricks like utilizing the rock piles in the valley and the thick fog. Of course, I can get there and back with my eyes closed, but even if you know the location, you'll have a hard time finding the living gate."

Danwoo-seong nodded.

“I’ll check later.”

He spoke as if he knew where Hwa-eun-wol was.

"The Stone Forest is certainly a dangerous place. It's a place where a force could easily hide."

He spoke as if Mo Yong-bin was suggesting a comeback.

“Well then, let’s get up first.”

There was something that Danwoo-seong didn't know.

The fact that Hwa Eun-yul has been accompanying the Murong clan thus far means she supports Murong Bin. In Hwa Eun-yul's view, Murong Bin was the least gullible member of the Imperial Council. Consequently, the other clans, along with their supporters, were also pursuing Mad Demon.

He said it as if he was worried about Mo Yong-bin.

“What would you do if the other heads of households asked you to deal with this person?”

Danwoo Seong replied.

"Let's say we met while I was being sent to the Murim Alliance. If you don't listen, there's nothing I can do."

Dan Woo-seong's approach was always clear. If someone in the Imperial Council acted harshly, Dan Woo-seong would simply respond like a true martial artist. Deep down, Dan Woo-seong held the ultimate goal of his life as the perfection of martial arts. His revenge had already been achieved. Having the highest ranking members of the Imperial Council gathered in one place was a boon for Dan Woo-seong.

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Danwoo Seong arrived at Murong Sega, and it wasn't until the evening of the next day that the heads of the clans belonging to the Imperial Society arrived one after another. When the heads of the clans gathered, Murong Bin introduced Danwoo Seong.

"Some of you may know me. I'm Prince Jin-eon of the Galaxy. He personally defeated Cheonma and Geomma, who are believed to have joined forces against his senior disciple. He also emerged into the martial arts world by winning the Yongbong Daeyeon…"

“I know.”

“How could I not know?”

The heads of the Imperial Council had heard enough about the prince from the upper reaches of the galaxy. He had caused trouble with Gu Yang-sheng. Furthermore, Gu Yang-sheng, who had been a member of the Imperial Council, had been taken away by the Martial Arts Alliance.

On the one hand, I was confused.

This is because everyone agreed that the position of the head priest should be held by the person who took revenge on the disciple.

Hwa Eun-wol stepped forward.

“Of course, this Confucius did not seek revenge on his senior disciple because he was interested in the position of Huizhou.”

Only then did Namgung Tae take the lottery ticket from Dan Woo-seong.

"Thank you, Sohyeop. The Namgung family owes me a debt. I've often heard from my son about your exploits at the Yongbongdaeyeon. I never thought we'd meet like this."

The father of Namgung Wi, who had lost to Danwoo Seong, was this man. Mo Yong Bin nodded.

“The same goes for Mo Yong-se.”

Danwoo-seong said as he looked around at the various households.

“That’s how it happened.”

Not everyone present favored Dan Woo-seong. Of them, Dokgo Myung was the most displeased. This was because Dokgo Han, whom Dan Woo-seong had sent to win the Yongbongdaeyeon, had lost to him.

In retrospect, most of the Imperial Society's forces were entangled with Danwoosung for various reasons. Later leaders of the Sega clan, represented by Namgung Wi and Dokgo Han, were defeated by Danwoosung, and the Guyang clan also had a bad relationship. He was friendly with Hwa Eun-wol and had a favorable impression of Murong Bin.

And there was also a man with whom I had no contact.

Seomunryong was the head of the Seomun family, and he sat there with an attitude of being annoyed by everything in the world.

Seomunryong opened his mouth.

"I doubt this Confucius is here to introduce himself. He's an observer, isn't he? It's a hassle to travel back and forth, so let's discuss the Emperor's meeting here. And there's a neutral person present as well."

Danwoo-seong observed the family members with his arms crossed.

Anyway, it seemed that all the experts gathered here, except for Hwa Eun-wol, were interested in the position of Emperor's Host.

The position of head of a martial arts family is not an easy one.

There would have been competitors, and some men would have resorted to every means necessary to become the head of the family. In any case, the gathering of leaders with powers stronger than those of the smaller clans created a rather heavy atmosphere.

Moreover, since he had been oppressed by the disciple with a cold personality for a long time, they had never even competed with each other.

Hwa Eun-wol looked at the family members with a displeased expression.

Seomunryong spoke to Hwaeunwol as if asking her to come up with an efficient method.

"Hwa Gun-Jun, you decide on a method and announce it. You've always been neutral, so there won't be any problems. If you want to fight, fight. If you want to argue, argue. If you want to decide by vote, that's fine too. In any case, since you're the man that Senior Master Doje wanted to entrust with the military, if you decide, the other heads of families will follow without question."

Hwa Eun-wol said.

“I will omit the titles of seniors. Do the heads of the Seomunryong, Mo Yongbin, Dokgo Myeong, and Namgung Tae all wish to take the position of Emperor’s Chairman?”

The heads of the household nodded.

Since the two factions, including Guyangse and Baekrise, did not come forward at all, these were the only candidates.

Hwa Eun-wol said it as if she was frustrated.

"By the way, do we really need to resort to force at a time like this? Some people could be seriously injured."

Dokgo Myung replied briefly.

“That’s the most certain.”

Suddenly, Hwa-eun-wol looked at Dan-woo-seong as if asking if there was a good way.

“Does the observer have any good ideas?”

Danwoo Sung answered coldly to the look in his eyes asking for help.

"Force is the surest method. This is a massive force, centered around the martial arts world, not any other group. Why would a weakling be the leader? If necessary, we can resort to martial arts, and if that proves difficult, we can decide on a leader, even if it means a life-or-death decision. It seems everyone gathered with that in mind."

When Danwoo Sung spoke so calmly, the atmosphere calmed down. Since his words were not wrong, no one could object.

"The martial artists are all proud and loathe the idea of taking orders. That's why we're meeting like this to determine who's superior. However, the leader of the Murim Alliance, Yu Jeong-hong, is not only skilled in martial arts, but also possesses no means of rivaling his juniors in terms of allyship. You, however, lack allyship, and have nothing else to compete with. Therefore, I believe we should choose the leader who will shoulder this heavy responsibility through a fierce battle."

Is this a scolding or a mockery?

Dokgo Myung and Seo Moon-ryong looked dumbfounded, while Namgung Tae and Mo Yong-bin looked trembling.

Danwoo Seong said.

“Furthermore, since I’m not as overwhelmingly strong as my senior, Doje, I think we’ll have to draw up a matchup like the Yongbongdaeyeon to see the result… I think it’s right to decide it that way.”

Now it's clear.

It was no different from Danwoo-seong mocking the whole group.

Dokgo Myung said with a laugh.

“Junior, I heard that you were overly arrogant, and it was true.”

Danwoo Seong replied.

“Did the guy who got beaten up at the Yongbongdaeyeon say that? What can someone who gets beaten up say?”

Dokgo Myung's face turned bright red.

Seomunryong seemed rather intrigued by Danwooseong's appearance.

"What should I do? It seems like we have different ideas, and it's rude to beat around the bush. I heard a rumor that you're a cherished junior of the respected Lord Yu. If that prickly senior cherishes you, there must be a reason. Please teach me and the other frustrated members of the Imperial Council a lesson."

When Seomunryong asked Danwooseong for guidance without getting angry, the weight of his words became even heavier.