Chapter 271

Episode 271: We also came.

Cheonhwamunju Seo Baekjung was looking out the window.

A sight unlike any other as usual, with dancers passing through the training ground with smiles on their faces.

Even though a long time had passed since the son was released, the Demonic Church was quiet.

‘also! ‘That’s amazing.’

Seo Baek-jung thought of the man wearing a hat. I asked him because I believed he would do it, but I had no idea he would do it so neatly.

Now the days of tightrope walking between Jeongsama are over. Now that we are indebted to the political faction, it is time to join hands with them and move forward. Of course, we must somehow work together in a way that will benefit Cheonhwamun as much as possible.

At that time, Yumaeng, a member of the Sioux tribe, came in there.

“Did you call me?”

Seo Baek-jung gave him a secret order.

“Send this invitation to the Demon Lord of Destruction and convey the news to the Bangpa who follow us.”

He was thinking of holding a secret banquet.

He knew that the heads of the factions that followed him were dissatisfied with joining hands with the political faction this time. Their complaints had to be alleviated as soon as possible. It’s Ha Se-wol that pulls it together, but disintegration is only a moment.

It wasn’t something that could be accomplished through his own persuasion. Jin Ha-gun, the Great Lord of Destruction and the future Lord of the Murim, must personally come and comfort them.

‘Now, I’ll gather the people, so show me your capabilities.’

* * *

Small Sword Ark Master Jong Yeom was more nervous than ever.

As the head of Bangpa, one of the top ten in Honam, this was the first time he was as nervous as he was today. I went back and forth through the main hall, drank water, drank tea, sat down, stood up, walked in and out of the back yard, walked around the yard, and came back in again and again.

The son, Jongtae (宗泰), was very unfamiliar with seeing his father like that. I can’t believe my father, who always seemed so dignified, is this nervous. He was even breaking into a cold sweat.

“Who on earth is the guest coming today?”

My father sent all the bandits outside for one reason or another. Currently, only a few trustworthy warriors remained in the room. The purpose was clear: to welcome guests secretly.

It was clear that someone important was coming, but my father didn’t tell me who it was.

“There is no benefit in finding out in advance. Even if you find out their identity later, you should never be shaken. “Just quietly follow my instructions.”

At that time, a report from the Sioux tribe was heard outside.

“The guest has arrived.”

The door opened and a man entered the main hall.

The moment Jongtae saw him, he froze. The young man had a hideous scar on his face. Not only that, he was giving off a subtle deceit.

‘I’m a Sapa expert!’

The person who entered was none other than Bisain, the successor to the Sadomaeng. Thirteen warriors followed him in. These were the 13 Apostles who guarded Bisain.

They dispersed in all directions of the main hall and took over the space. The spirit of each of them was amazing.

They alone made Jongtae suffocate, but the scariest people came in last.

The two people who entered at the end were giving off a truly terrifying aura, and it was no wonder that Jongtae’s crooks felt numb. They were absolute masters who belonged to the Seven Great Masters of the Apostle Way.

Abnormal evil.

He was known to have mastered the art of fighting with his whole body, a type of martial arts, to the extreme, and could crush an iron sword like a piece of paper with his bare hands.

He was notorious in the martial arts world for his eccentric and cruel personality. He was famous for inflicting extreme pain and killing those who got on his nerves, so he was an expert in Sapa whom people did not want to meet even in their dreams.

Optical beam.

He was known as the best swordsman in Sapa. The Churei Samseon (追雷三劍) that he learned was known to be the fastest of the Sado’s quick swords.

His personality was quiet, so I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. A man who was fast with the sword but slow with the mouth, was also one of the top seven masters in Sapa.

Bisain took Geommugeuk’s advice and brought two truly fearsome masters.

“See you Sojizon. “This is Jong-Yeom, who leads the small sword room.”

“Nice to meet you. “I have heard of the Bell Ark’s reputation.”

Bisain, who exchanged greetings, introduced Goeak and Gwangseom.

When they found out their identities, Jongyeom and Jongtae became thoughtful and bowed deeply. The absolute masters of Safa, whom I had only heard about, were right in front of me.

Jongtae finally understood why his father was so nervous. I was also able to understand why they did not tell me who the other person was. If I had known in advance, I would have been shaking next to my father.

“This is my son.”

Jongtae politely waved his hand and greeted. Although it was a difficult and dangerous position, I deliberately brought my son with me. This was because I knew very well how great an experience it would be to live with such big names as an unmanned person.

“You look very tall and intelligent.”

“This child still has many shortcomings. “You go and get a car.”

Jongtae got into the car very nervous.

The teacup I was carrying trembled. Bisain and Jongyeom saw the trembling, but they didn’t say anything. It would be even stranger if the heir of Sadomaeng didn’t tremble while giving tea to Goeak and Gwangseom.

After bringing the tea, he stood a short distance away and listened to the conversation between his father and Bisain.

“Is there really a Demonic Cult?”

“Of course it won’t just stay there. “As soon as the Apostolic League moves, they will also start to move.”

Zong Yan’s eyes looked at the door Bisain had walked out of.

“When Maqiao Sogyoju came to the midfield, the dormant martial arts group started to burp.”

“No matter what happens, I will deal with it as flexibly as bamboo.”

That’s what my father always said. But now my father’s thoughts have changed. Just as the successor to Sado-maeng is here today, the future Sogeombang will have to be led by his son.

Jongyeom wanted his son to live his life safely rather than become a martial arts hero. Just like he lived his life.

“My father survived by behaving like a bamboo. However, a strong wind will eventually break the bamboo, so live like flowing water.”

This is what I wanted to say to my son in the face of waves of change.

* * *

The gatekeeper of the Honam branch of the Heavenly Demon Church was still guarding the main gate of the branch today.

The hardest thing to bear after standing like this all day was boredom. So, I used to chat about various things with the people I worked with, and today too, a subordinate who worked with me told me a rumor.

“It looks like Cheonhwamun is secretly holding a banquet.”

“A banquet? “Where did you hear that?”

“I know the person who provides food for the banquet at Cheonhwamun. There are rumors that great masters from the Murim Alliance will come.”

That wasn’t the only rumor.

“There are also rumors that leaders of the Sado League have entered Honam. “The atmosphere where something is going on is unusual.”

Both rumors were undesirable from the Demonic Church’s point of view.

The gatekeeper said to his subordinate.

“The mood is bad these days, so don’t be so nervous.”

“But are you going to back down from the political faction like this?”

“stop!”

“yes.”

The gatekeeper spoke after a moment.

“From what I see, Lord Su is not the kind of person who will just back down.”

All the subordinates nodded. Because they were the ones who personally experienced the process of dealing with the Honam Landlord and capturing the successor to Cheonhwamun. Clearly, So Jyoju was a person beyond their expectations.

Then one of the warriors shouted.

“Someone is coming.”

In the distance, two people were walking towards this direction.

As I was just walking slowly, I felt an eerie feeling. The gatekeeper looked at his subordinates to see if he was the only one who felt that way, but they also looked very nervous. A certain subordinate was already tightly grasping the handle of his sword.

The gatekeeper’s eyes turned to them again.

I’m just walking slowly, so why am I shaking so much?

Gradually their appearance became clearer.

One of my subordinates spoke in a trembling voice.

“Shall we call for an emergency?”

Originally, it was nonsense. Someone visits Zidane and calls an emergency without even knowing who the opponent is? Mine is scared? This was really a matter of beating a subordinate who had called for an emergency with a stick.

But the gatekeeper was worried. Should I make an emergency call?

Meanwhile, the two people came closer. As they approached, my fear grew. Now all of the subordinates grabbed their swords. These are the warriors who give this kind of presence to the world. They had a feeling that if it was their enemy, they would all die.

“Emergency call!”

One horse ran in, and immediately the bell rang.

Dang! Deeng!

Even though the emergency bell was ringing, the two people approached here at the same walking pace.

So the two people approached the front door.

The old man, with a thin appearance and cold eyes, was carrying a huge sword on his back. The other man was a large, muscular man with a face so scary that it was difficult to even make eye contact with him.

Only then did the gatekeeper feel relieved when he sensed that the energy emanating from the two people’s bodies was demonic energy. Still, my heart was beating like crazy and my body was shaking. It was only then that the gatekeeper became aware of the suffocating presence.

‘They’re mazons!’

Only then did the demons guarding the main gate know who the two people were. I haven’t seen them in person, but aren’t they the Mazons I’ve heard about countless times? That big sword, that big fist, and a powerful magical energy and presence that no one can imitate.

They were Hyeolcheon Doma and Gwonma.

The warriors at the main gate all bowed in courtesy. They were happy and shouted in their hearts.

‘We’re here too!’

Hyeolcheondoma asked softly with his small, harsh eyes.

“Where is Lord Xiao?”