Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 128

Episode 128

The King of Power, conveying the man's words

The heads of the Imperial Council all looked at Dan Woo-seong. They probably expected some harsh, harsh words to spill from his lips. They intended to listen first and then decide on their next course of action.

However, the words that came out of Danwoo Seong's mouth were not harsh.

“Listen. Your Majesty······.”

“Is that how you normally speak?”

Seomunryong waved his hand at Dokgo Myung's comment and said.

“Listen. That’s not the point.”

Danwoo Sung clasped his hands together and continued speaking.

“When was the last time you saw the leader, Yu Jeong-hong?”

The heads of households looked at each other at this unexpected question, and then Seomunryong answered alone.

"It's been quite a while. Maybe over ten years. I guess they're all similar."

Danwoo-seong nodded.

“You’ve aged a lot.”

"hmm······."

"His hair is as white as snow, his hands are wrinkled where he once held a sword, and even just looking at his face, you can tell he's quite old. What kind of leader do you think the Emperor's Association remembers? A stubborn old man, a senile leader who, even at his age, refuses to step down from his position. A strict and fearsome man to everyone. But from the outside, these flaws seem to be the same for the Master. Isn't that right?"

The disciple was that kind of person too.

Danwoo Seong continued speaking.

"The ones who weren't on good terms were Leader Yoo Jeong-hong and Senior Doje. There's no need for the Murim Alliance and the King's Association to hold onto that bitterness as if it were some kind of legacy. Coincidentally, when Senior Doje's death news was delivered, this junior was also in the Murim Alliance. The Leader summoned all the members, climbed onto the stage, and shared three cups of wine. He declared that he would avenge the Doje. He offered the wine to the Doje. He asked the members to join him in avenging the Doje…"

Danwoo Seong looked at Namgung Tae, the son of the disciple.

“······That’s right.”

Namgung Tae just nodded quietly.

Danwoo Seong said.

"You should have seen the leader's words and expressions for yourselves back then. Have you personally confirmed the stories about the leader that your senior disliked? Let's say there's a problem. Among the men who have survived and endured in this world for a long time, who is without flaws? Moreover, leading a large organization like the Murim Alliance, it's only natural that he would be hated to that extent. Choosing the leader of the royal council is an important matter for the heads of the clans. However, from this junior's perspective, I wish all the clans would flock to the Murim Alliance at least once, see the old leader's face, and maybe have a drink with him if the opportunity arises. What kind of work can men do? You'll all be surprised, because he's much older than you'd expect. What's so great about the position of leader? I don't know why you think it's so wonderful that an old man in his eighties stubbornly goes about his duties every day. Even his face… "I need to meet you, talk, and decide on a new leader. If I were to ask you, Your Majesty, what do you think? Surely you wouldn't give me a nonsensical answer? The heads of the clans here know better than anyone that I'm not that kind of person. If there's something to hate, then it's okay to hate me from the start."

Danwoo Sung said, tapping the table.

"The King's Association and the Murim Alliance weren't originally hostile groups. They're simply the two largest groups within the Baekdo faction. I wish we could live together without seeing each other. Let me reiterate: I personally avenged Senior Apprentice. However, I still don't care who becomes the leader of the King's Association. What interests me is the emergence of the Demonic Clan. They've been causing trouble and have grown powerful enough to harm Senior Apprentice. There are still more to kill, so I hope the Murim Alliance and the King's Association can work together to achieve this. I don't care who becomes the leader of the King's Association."

Danwoo-seong looked around at each of the heads of household and spoke.

“My lords, this is what the son of the upper echelon of the galaxy wanted to say.”

Dokgo Myung looked at Seo Mun-ryong, then met Namgung Tae's eyes. Mo Yong-bin sat silently, and Hwa Eun-wol was alone, fluttering her fan and smiling.

Hwa Eun-wol was secretly impressed by Dan Woo-seong's unexpected words that shook the households.

It was impressive because it wasn't the result of some ingenious or clever remark, but simply a man's words. Furthermore, it was surprising that these stubborn heads of the Sega clans were taking Danwoo Sung's words so seriously.

Seomunryong said.

"I'm not trying to disparage the higher-ups. Somehow, calling you the son of the upper-level officials makes me feel even more embarrassed. That's something I haven't heard from anyone recently. Well said. I can see why rumors spread that Lord Yu cherished you. You must have been beaten to death."

Namgung Tae asked.

“Are you a member of the Murim Alliance?”

Danwoo-seong shook his head.

“I have never received an offer to join the alliance.”

Danwoo Sung was simply the eldest son of the Milky Way.

Seomunryong looked at Dokgo Myung.

“Let me say something.”

In terms of stubbornness in the Imperial Council, the man next to the Doje was the head of the Dokgo family. The other heads of the families also looked up to Dokgo family.

Dokgo Myung said.

"Come to think of it, you're my late father and the leader who fought in the Battle of Orung. It's been a long time. Let's go and have a drink with our senior."

It was finished so neatly.

If it was strange, it was strange.

Even some of the heads of households who had been secretly thinking of making a fuss over Danwoo's arrogance have completely changed their minds.

Of course, all I would have gotten from rushing in would have been embarrassment.

Suddenly, Danwoo Sung and Hwa Eunwol met eyes and they both smiled at the same time.

Since the men's intentions were understood, it would be a sad day if there was no alcohol.

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“I request to see the Princess Manma.”

“Bring it.”

As Sibi opened the door to Manmaseo-ok, the Manmagungju entered with a blank expression. Despite the presence of the Manmagung's master, the Manmaseo-ok remained quiet. Only the occasional sound of pages turning could be heard here and there.

Manma Princess stood silently for a moment, her hands clasped together. She said nothing, nor did the ambassadors. Like someone being punished, Manma Princess stood motionless for half an hour, waiting for the ambassadors.

Manma Palace knew that the tedious wait was over when someone fell from the air to the ground.

The ambassador said as he sat down on a chair next to a small desk.

“What’s the matter, Princess? It’s been a while.”

Only then did the Princess Manma raise her head and confirm that the ambassador had come down to talk.

“The disciple meets Master Fire, a member of the Five Elements Demon Way.”

“Your Majesty, there is no need to be overly formal.”

Manma Palace Master looked at Master Hwa and replied.

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen you, so I’m reminded of old times.”

Manma Palace Master examined the circumstances revealed in Hwa Sabu's eyes, skin, and appearance at a glance.

'You look younger.'

When I first saw him, he looked like he was well over eighty, but now he looked like a middle-aged man.

The Princess of Manma said.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your reading because I have something to tell you. My young disciples went out into the world of martial arts and haven't returned. I checked and found that Cheonma Wijicheon, Geomma Yeonjaheun, Hwanma Sojeongyeop, Hyeonjeon Myeonghashin, and many of their subordinates have died. My son's body hasn't been found, so I assume he's also dead."

Even as he spoke of his son's death, his tone was calm.

"The white cat guarding the princess has also gone missing. While we can't do anything about the dead, we haven't been able to confirm the fate of the fleeing mad horse. Therefore, there's a possibility that the location of Manmagung Palace could be compromised by Baekdo forces. We will move Manmaseo-ok to a safe location as soon as possible and bring the grand masters there."

Books were folded here and there, creating a serious atmosphere, as if some kind of thunder was about to strike.

The eyes of the Manmagoongju darted around.

Instead of being scared, he looked around at the ambassadors with curious eyes.

The ambassadors were looking down on the Manmagoongju from all over the study.

Master Hwa said.

“Your Majesty, you have been acting so extravagantly and now you are bothering us.”

The other ambassadors also spoke up one by one.

"It's a shame we can't see Wi Ji-cheon anymore. He was such a clever guy."

“Did Yeon Ja-heun and Wi Ji-cheon end up not being able to kill each other?”

Manmagoongju nodded.

“Yes, it seems so.”

“This magic has finally burst.”

Manma Palace Lady replied.

“This Baekdo will be poisonous, just like the disciple.”

The ambassador who taught Yeonjaheun the Abyssal Gong spoke in a tone of voice that was unusually filled with emotion.

"It's a shame about Yeonja-hun. It was fun to watch the agonizing demons, but where are we supposed to find such children now? What about the mad demon's whereabouts?"

Manma Palace Lady replied.

“There is no body or trace, so he must be detained or dead.”

The other ambassador asked as if he was curious.

"Who on earth defeated these talented individuals? I had high hopes for my young disciples after hearing the news that even my disciple was killed. So, all the princess wants is for us to move?"

The Queen Manma said, bowing her head slightly.

“I am telling you in advance that the activities of my young disciples and my own arrogance may soon lead to the outbreak of the Great Battle of Jeongma.”

Master Hwa asked.

“Is the Three Gods still alive? Or is he dead?”

“All three of those old men are alive and well.”

“What about swordsman Yoo Jeong-hong?”

“I heard that regardless of age, the sword is in its prime.”

“Is the arrogant man called the Sword Saint still the same?”

“That will happen.”

“Can the princess handle it alone?”

The Princess Manma responded calmly.

“It will be difficult for a disciple to do it alone. I am a princess, not a demon.”

Master Hwa asked.

"The princess is both brilliant and wise, yet why is she so helpless, just living and breathing? She still has the habit of seeking us out first when trouble arises. Is she doing this deliberately because she dislikes us?"

The Princess Manma laughed heartily.

"How could a disciple dare to hold grudges against you, Grand Masters? I've dedicated my life to fulfilling your role as a court lady, just as you wish. To make excuses for my arrogance, they're all self-willed, so there was no need to treat them in a normal way. Fortunately, most of the Manmagung Palace look down on me and live as they please, which is also a form of demonic practice. It's a shame that the Wijicheon, which you, Grand Masters, had your eye on, didn't swallow everything. If you had, you could have enjoyed watching the unfolding events. It's my young disciples' failure, not my arrogance. I believe I provided ample conditions for the current generation of demonic practitioners to flourish to their heart's content. How could I cultivate them any further?"

He stated that he had simply role-played as he was told. Furthermore, underlying this statement was the psychological notion that the Manmagungju was looking down on the entire magic world.

An ambassador asked curiously.

“My Lady, what will you do if we do not help you?”

Manma Palace Princess responded with her arms spread wide as if to let him do whatever he wanted.

"I must die. If you get bored while reading books, please help me. I'll contact you again as soon as preparations for moving to Manmagung are complete. May I, your disciple, leave now?"

“Go away.”

As the Manma Princess bowed deeply and withdrew from Manmaseo-ok, a new silence descended upon Manmaseo-ok.

After a while, one of the ambassadors spoke quietly.

“I guess I’ll have to kill all the teenage masters before I can read the book with peace of mind.”

The Ten Masters the Grand Master spoke of, of course, were the highest-ranking martial artists in the martial world, counting from the Samshin down. The actions of those known as Cheonma were meant to be unified magic and a world of magic, but that wasn't what the Grand Masters desired. A world where magic and the white arts coexisted in a balanced way.

Master Hwa said as he looked around at the other ambassadors.

“Is there anyone willing to step forward? I’ll fall for the princess’s scheme for now.”

Master Hwa, who was the first to decide to participate in the war, waited for the others to make their choices.

The princess's strategy was to maintain a constant attitude of extravagance.

He never made demands. It was simply the flow of events that prompted the ambassadors to step forward. One ambassador spoke as if he needed to think things through.

“First, tell the princess to find out who the ten masters are and tell us.”

An ordinary sage who knew nothing about martial arts answered politely.

"All right."

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By the way, who owns the list of the top ten martial artists in Gangho? And does that list actually match reality?

The hierarchy that the Murim Alliance understands is different from the hierarchy that the Emperor's Association has.

The sequence created by Heukdo and the sequence created by the information group are different.

The reality would have been different.

The most peculiar part of the records of martial arts masters of the time was that nowhere in the records of ranks written by Baekdo, Mado, and Heukdo was the eldest son of the Eunha Sangdan mentioned as one of the ten masters.