Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 145

Episode 145

The King of Power is a suspicious person.

Fujian's first person.

Fujian First Sword.

The Lord of Geummun Island.

These are all words referring to Lin Jinping, the best master in Fujian.

Im Jin-pyeong became known to the world because he defeated the Haenam Jeilgeom and then defeated the heads of various schools in Fujian.

I'm fifty this year.

However, he was also a man who did not earn the nickname of Sword King because rumors spread that he was a lecher.

He was a man who liked many things.

Swords, women, alcohol, tea, music and even instruments.

The multi-talented Im Jin-pyeong was having a meal surrounded by three concubines.

He had no real wife and lived with concubines. It was common for him to gather his mistresses for meals, so the meal had a casual atmosphere. After lunch, he planned to go see his lover, who was meeting privately outside.

He was a man who perfectly fit the description of a heroic man.

Each of the three concubines had their own charm.

The youngest and most innocent-looking woman, the plump woman with skin as beautiful as white jade, and the oldest woman but the most beautiful in terms of looks all served Im Jin-pyeong, and they also ate comfortably.

He seemed like a man who had nothing to envy in the world.

Im Jin-pyeong's next favorite thing after lust was gluttony, so the table was overflowing with food, leaving no empty space.

The meal lasted for half an hour.

I usually spend about an hour eating, so now half of it has passed.

After eating for a long time, Im Jin-pyeong suddenly quietly put down his chopsticks and looked outside the main hall.

“······.”

Im Jin-pyeong's thick eyebrows twitched slightly.

“You guys are eating.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Are you leaving already?”

Im Jin-pyeong responded while wiping his mouth with a white towel.

“It’s nothing. I’ll be back soon.”

"yes."

After Im Jin-pyeong took a sip of the Tieguanyin, he stood up, grabbed the sword lying on the empty chair, and went outside the main hall.

The three concubines gazed blankly at Im Jin-pyeong's large back as he headed toward the outer garden.

“Did we have guests?”

“I don’t know. I think you’re in a bad mood.”

The concubines gazed at each other and then resumed their meal. This type of disappearance and return was common, as there were occasional challenges to the island lord.

The three concubines waited quietly, picking at their food without touching Im Jin-pyeong's favorite food.

At this time, the sound of stamping feet and the sound of a strong wind were heard in succession from the outer area.

The three concubines put down their chopsticks with anxious eyes and looked outside. Then came a loud crash and the sound of a wall collapsing, followed by a thunderous roar that echoed through the clear sky.

The aftermath was so strong that even the dining table was shaking, so the concubines' hearts could not help but become even more anxious.

At that moment, the youngest concubine flinched involuntarily, unknowingly, as if she heard a sound. It was quite distant, but imagining the circumstances that led to the sound brought to mind a horrifying scene.

But despite this ominous atmosphere, warm sunlight still shone through the main hall.

When the three concubines blinked their eyes once or twice······.

Someone was standing at the wide open entrance to the main hall.

The man's shadow darkened the room. His back was to the sun, so his face was invisible.

“Master Doju?”

The unidentified man stared at the three concubines, then quietly walked inside. Only then did the three concubines look at the unfamiliar old man entering the main hall. His face, clad in a blue robe, was gaunt and wrinkled, as if he had been withered. The closer they got, the more the bloody smell permeated their nostrils.

Because there was no expression and no sound of footsteps, it felt like an old ghost had appeared in the main hall.

The three concubines were so shocked that their minds were paralyzed that they couldn't even think of screaming.

The old man was the shepherd of Manmagung, Cheongmok Maya.

Cheongmok Maya sat down in Imjinpyeong's seat and looked at the three concubines as she spoke.

“I’m sorry I interrupted your meal. Please continue eating.”

Cheongmok Maya began wiping the crimson blood from her right hand with the white towel Im Jin-pyeong had used to wipe his mouth. The blood had spread all the way to her wrist, making it impossible to wipe it all away with a single towel. Witnessing this, the young concubine fainted where she sat, and the other, with her white, jade-like skin, began to sob in terror.

Only the oldest concubine had her head bowed and her chest heaved loudly.

Cheongmok Maya picked up her chopsticks as she listened to the woman's sobbing.

“There’s so much food. And so many women.”

Cheongmok Maya looked around at the musical instruments placed here and there in the main hall and said.

"He was a very versatile man. In other words, he couldn't do anything right."

Cheongmok Maya spoke to the middle-aged woman who was still somewhat conscious while chewing her food.

"It's hard to tell if I've gotten stronger or if the so-called "Top Ten Masters" are inherently weak. In any case, the nickname "Fujian No. 1" is a bit of an exaggeration. He probably isn't actually a Top Ten Master. It was a waste of time."

Cheongmok Maya only said what she wanted to say, regardless of whether the other person understood or not.

The middle-aged woman asked.

“Did you kill the runaway master?”

Cheongmok Maya nodded at the woman's bold question.

“Why? Are you going to seek revenge?”

When the woman could not answer, Cheongmok Maya said while eating.

"Anyway, it's clear I killed the wrong person. If there's anyone you want to kill, just tell me. I'll kill them for you."

The older woman replied.

“We don’t have anyone we want to kill.”

Cheongmok Maya replied with a snicker.

“You’re lying.”

“Why?”

“Your eyes are full of life. You seem to have mastered martial arts quite well.”

“That’s because they want to kill the old man.”

Cheongmok Maya nodded and answered.

“So she was a woman. Does the Fujian First Lady have children?”

"no."

“What about the disciple?”

"doesn't exist."

“Why?”

"He said he would never marry, as he was a martial artist who never knew when he would die. He said he had learned the Taoist arts through fighting, so he had no desire to teach them."

“I see. So, all three of you are concubines?”

"yes."

"Having three concubines means you're well past your prime. This is why you shouldn't judge a person by their reputation."

Cheongmok Maya got up as if she had just finished her meal.

"You ate well. Anyway, since your husbands are dead, all three of you will have to remarry. I will spare your lives, so live happily ever after."

Even the middle-aged woman, who had been steadfastly enduring the absurd suggestion that she should be happy after killing her husband, broke down in sobs. He was an old man who was simply incomprehensible.

Cheongmok Maya clicked her tongue.

“Hey, will a dead person come back from the dead just because he’s crying?”

As the middle-aged woman sobbed with her hand over her mouth, Cheongmok Maya smiled.

Cheongmok Maya, who had gone outside, glanced at Im Jin-pyeong's corpse with his chest pierced, then performed a lightness technique and disappeared.

Next destination: Guhwasan Mountain.

I wondered how many of the ambassadors would survive and regroup. After a long time, facing off against a martial arts master and witnessing bloodshed, a murderous urge was creeping up on me. Before heading to Guhwasan, I planned to visit more renowned masters or schools beforehand. This level of fighting was simply unsatisfactory.

'You picked the wrong opponent.'

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"There's a guest waiting in the reception room. I ask where you're from, but you keep saying something else."

“Kang Ho-in?”

“He just seems like an ordinary neighborhood elder.”

Dan Woo-seong went to the reception room, where, just as the family members had said, he was sitting, an old man he had never seen before. Dan Woo-seong, who had taken a few steps toward the reception room, stopped, his eyes wide.

He was no ordinary old man.

The doctor who had visited the top of the galaxy blinked and stared blankly at Danwoo.

'Is this him? Why am I so surprised?'

The doctor asked.

“Why are you so surprised?”

Danwoo Seong has never seen Yisin in person.

Moreover, I had no idea that a psychic would suddenly appear at the top of the galaxy. However, I immediately knew he was an absolute master, with a different aura from the fanatic. Given the timing, misunderstandings were bound to pile up.

Danwoo Seong asked in a stiff tone.

“Old man, are you from Manmagung?”

Danwoo Seong mistook Yisin for the great general of Manmagung Palace.

It seemed impossible, but even the astute Dan Woo-seong couldn't help but be mistaken. The presence of the doctor seemed unique to Dan Woo-seong.

The doctor was also quite surprised.

'This guy must have judged me by my martial arts skills. How could this little guy······.'

The doctor waved his hand as if to calm him down.

“I didn’t come from Manmagung.”

Suddenly, Danwoo-seong frowned. Why was Cheolmyeong-ho's terrible joke coming to mind at this particular moment?

'Dumpling Palace, damn it.'

The doctor spoke as if he was comforting his young grandson.

"Calm down, you punk. Your eyes are burning. Sit down. That guy really has a bad temper."

"hmm."

Noticing that there was no hostility in Danwoo Seong's tone, he looked at the doctor carefully once more.

Above all, his eyes were very clear.

If this man were the Grand Master of Manma Palace, it felt like the entire galaxy would vanish without a trace if he fought him here. Since this was where his family, Gasol, and Baekyak resided together, Danwoo Sung couldn't afford to let his guard down.

Danwoo Seong asked with his arms crossed.

“Who the hell are you?”

Yishin was slightly confused as to whether Danwooseong's eye for detail was great or poor.

Originally, Yishin had arrived with the intention of secretly testing and teasing the successor to the Galaxy Merchant, considered one of the top ten masters in the magic world. He had intended to borrow money, get food, and get a glimpse of his personality, but all of these things had gone awry.

The purpose of Yishin's visit was simple.

Because Danwoo-seong was the youngest junior among the top ten martial arts masters, he came with a warm heart to help prevent him from being harmed by Manmagung.

The doctor said.

“Anyway, it’s not Manmagung, so please calm down that murderous spirit.”

Danwoo Seong spoke in a still wary tone.

“Then let’s go outside first.”

Only then did Yishin take a fresh look at Danwooseong. And when he thought about it from his perspective, he felt he understood why he was acting so harshly.

“Oh, is it because of your family?”

"exactly."

“I see. I didn’t realize it. Let’s go.”

Yisin stood up and left the reception room, his luggage behind his back. With a strange expression on his face, he and Danwoosung left the Galaxy Tower.

'That guy has a real personality. He must be a fanatic.'

As soon as they reached the top of the galaxy, the great god Elder and Danwoo-seong, who had been banished, walked towards Yangpyeong Lake.

The doctor asked.

“Who do you think I am?”

Danwoo Seong replied, glancing sideways at Yisin.

“It’s not like he’s a swordsman or a swordsman, and he can’t be a swordsman either. I don’t know who he is.”

The doctor replied.

“I am a fanatic.”

“You are close to me.”

“I’ve been caught. I’m Yoo Jeong-hong.”

“I won the Yongbongdaeyeon.”

“Oh, I heard that, but I forgot. It’s the disciple.”

“He passed away a while ago.”

Yishin stopped walking and looked at Danwooseong.

“Really?”

"yes."

“To Manmagung?”

"yes."

Yishin sighed for a moment and walked away in silence for a while.

'I wondered why there was no disciple among the top ten martial arts masters.'

Because Yishin's residence was not fixed, he hadn't received any contact from the Murim Alliance. Only then did Danwoo-seong, who had been walking at a distance, as if on guard, approach Yishin and speak.

“Senior, I’m sorry for the late greeting. I misunderstood.”

Yishin looked ahead and answered in a lonely tone.

“Who am I?”

“Aren’t you Senior Yishin?”

"why?"

“That’s how I feel.”

“You said it was Manmagung earlier. I guess it felt like magic back then.”

“Yes, I did.”

"huh?"

Yishin stopped walking and looked at Danwooseong.

“Are you saying I looked like a demon?”

Danwoo Seong answered clearly.

"yes."

“Let me tell you why.”

Danwoo Seong looked into Yisin's eyes and said.

"The Grand Masters of the Manmagung Palace are said to be the masters of the previous Heavenly Demons. That means they were already stronger than the previous Heavenly Demons twenty years ago. The fact that they remained silent for so long suggests they are different from the commonly known Magical Path. Perhaps I imagined they would be no different from those who have achieved the realm of exorcism and reached the pinnacle of the Hundred Paths. Of course, their goals would be different, but I always imagined that if the Grand Masters of the Manmagung Palace were to visit the upper reaches of the galaxy, they would resemble you, my senior."

Yishin nodded.

“Let’s talk more.”

"If those dapper, oozing magic, nomads show up, I'll deal with them with ease. But if there are any of the most powerful among the ambassadors, I've vowed to myself that this fight will be a fight worth my life. That's also why I can't fight inside my own home."

Yishin looked at Danwoo-seong with a gentle smile and spoke in a friendly tone.

“Excellent. Nice to meet you. I am a doctor.”

Danwoo Seong replied with a serious expression.

“How can you believe that?”

When Yishin frowned as if he was really angry, Danwoo-seong smiled and said.

"I'm just kidding, Senior. Since you kept trying to fool me, I did it."

Yishin asked with a dejected expression.

“Oh, really?”

Yishin and Danwoo-seong made eye contact and burst into laughter at the same time.

“Hahahahahaha······.”