Chapter 167: Great Guardian (1)

Heo Musa had absolute loyalty as a vessel. He looked up at the sky in front of the grave of his father and took an oath.He said he would take revenge on their enemies with his own hands. However, something completely unexpected happened.

“I didn’t leave yet.”

“…”

Seeing Mumu looking at him with his eyebrows raised, Heo Musa was a bit shocked.

What was the reason for killing all of the vessels and staying back here so long?

Mumu sighed and said to him,

“I saw a faint movement but it disappeared on its own, so I wondered who could be hiding?”

“… You.”

“It has been a while, should I call you the teacher of Muoh?”

Mumu remembered.

From Muoh who was the head, he heard about the other vessels and the sons willingly helping the man.

“How did you know…”

“Because Muoh told me.”

“Muoh?”

“Yes. Although he died from having his body possessed.”

Heo Musa bit his lip as Mumu pointed to the dead ones.

He who had hoped to be the vessel wasn’t able to, but Muoh, who had other thoughts, did.

He felt envy at this.

Seeing that, Mumu clicked his tongue.

“You envy everything.”

“… You don’t know. The glory of being his vessel.”

“I don’t understand why you say that being treated like an object without even being recognized as his blood is a good thing.”

“I didn’t even ask for understanding.”

“Right. You didn’t.”

Blood flowed from Heo Musa who was biting his lips.

Of course the wound was regenerating back. Heo Musa’s mind was a mess to the point where he felt foolish for not checking the place before shouting for revenge.

“To play with me…”

“It wasn’t for that nonsense.”

“What?”

“It is a bit of both”

With that, Mumu pointed somewhere behind him.

It was a dark place, but when one looked close, it was like a mountain.

And that made Heo Musa’s eyes shake.

“You!”

“Because my father said one has to be meticulous in everything we do.”

What was piled up like a mountain at the end was nothing other than the legacy of the man.

And there were so many secret techniques other than the Soul Shifting one.

With these kinds of martial arts books, it would be possible to rebuild the hegemony someday and carry on his work.

“You-you cannot…”

“I was going to blow this place up because it was annoying, but I decided to search through it just in case I left something.”

That was the reason why Mumu was still here. It was to deal with everything related to his father. If they are gone, then no one will go after the concept of being like him.

Heo Musa knelt down at this.

And he pleaded to Mumu.

“P-please! Leave that alone.”

“You want me to leave it?”

“Yes. Please have mercy on it. If that disappears all traces of him will be gone.”

“That is what I want to do.”

At those words of Mumu, Heo Musa shouted in anger.

“Didn’t you also inherit his blood? You are qualified to be his body, so why are you doing this!”

“Hmm.”

Mumu stroked his chin and sighed as he said,

“What father said is right, words will not work on people with convictions.”

“What?”

“If people like you are left alone, then people like that man you call father will appear and do the same thing over and over again.”

“What are you….”

“Still, we are half brothers and we have the conversation to think about saving that, but then now I realize I don’t need to.”

Mumu rolled his fingers ahead.

Bewildered, Heo Musa clenched his teeth as he tried to move.

The moment the fingers of Mumu snapped, Heo Musa’s head was crushed and vanished into tiny bits and pieces.

With his head blown off, the blood from his neck began to spurt out, and his body stumbled down to the ground. Mumu shook his head while watching it all and approached the pile of things.

And with a strong force of flicking fingers—

He started a fire and burned them. The embers grew slowly but then burned it all down in an instant. The crumbling ashes swirled all around, and the last remnants were carried out by the wind.

The ashes disappeared so high that one could not even look at them.

Early morning at Mount Bo—

The place was full of canyons in the West of Yunnan province.

The valleys of Mount Bo were more beautiful than many people thought they would be.

However, there was a place with scary water currents which made it difficult to enter the canyons. A place difficult for ordinary people to reach.

“Phew.”

A gray-haired middle-aged man was approaching the stream with a smoking pipe. A long stream of smoke reached the bamboo fishing rod he was holding in his hand.

Normally if one saw a fisherman doing such a thing in such strong currents, one would laugh at them, but they wouldn’t at this man.

There was a subtle shake.

Noticing the difference, the gray-haired man raised his fishing rod in one hand. And at that moment, he saw a good enough fish come up the rough current.

And the man reached for it.

The fish soon got sucked into the hand of the middle-aged man. It was a method of using Void Object Movement.

Just looking at this, people would realize he wasn’t ordinary,

After the middle-aged man removed the hook from the fish, he put it into a net in a pool of water next to him. There were around four more of them.

“Enough for us,”

The man mumbled softly and then got up. The man who stood up was surprisingly huge.

He towered at almost 12 feet in height like a giant. Another odd thing was that the man was one-armed, with only a right arm.

The man who grabbed the handle of the bucket with internal energy tried to return back to his cave which wasn’t far from here.

It was then—

The man looked up with a surprised expression, and he could see something was falling down.

Then—

A being carrying someone landed to the side.

Seeing that, the middle-aged man let go of the bucket and clenched his fist in hostility while the other man being carried puked.

“Euk!”

“…”

The middle-aged man frowned at this.

Who were these people?

He was puzzled, but someone who seemed to be just 19 or so was puking.

“Damn it… take it slow man.”

“I thought I was slow enough.”

The middle-aged man couldn’t hide his shock at their odd conversation. So they flew in?

The man assumed they jumped from the canyon. At that time, the 19-year-old guy who was tall raised his head and said,

“Huh! The giant, the rumors say. It seems you really are one.”

The middle-aged man quietly asked them,

“Who are you?”

To that question, the muscular and handsome looking boy who stood casually next to the one throwing up said,

“I am Mumu.”

“Mumu?”

In an instant the eyes of the man fluttered.

It was because of the words he had just heard, and Mumu told him,

“Is mister, Great Guardian Seo Yong-chu?”

‘!?’

The identity of this 12 foot man, who looked like a giant was Seo Yong-chu, the great guardian to their father.

“Why do you ask? Do you think there are other people with this figure hiding around here?”

“But I need to be sure.”

“There is a way. Great guardian, do relax please. I am a Mu, the one with a jade plaque.”

The boy who was throwing up was Kang Mui. And Seo Yong-chu had bright eyes.

“Young lord… Mui?”

“Right. I am Mu…”

At that moment, Seo Yong-chu stretched out his fist to them. It was a simple movement, but the force from it made it feel like it could destroy anything.

Kang Mui looked at it like it was ridiculous.

“What is this?”

“Show me proof.”

“Proof? Are we those who can be fake…”

“Even if you say that, the young lord next to you said he is Mumu. Mumu is the child who fell off the cliff at the hands of the Southern Blade of the Emperor and died.”

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At those words, Kang Mui was startled and turned to Mumu.

What nonsense is this?

This guy who is fine fell off a cliff because of one of the Four Great Warriors?

While he wondered, Mumu took something out.

“Will this work?”

Mumu turned over the jade plaque and showed it.

[Mumu]

On the back it said his name.

‘!!!’

Seeing this, Seo Yong-chu was unable to believe it.

He had always believed that the child named Mumu had died. And unable to understand, Mumu asked,

“You said that I died by falling off the cliff at the hands of the Southern Blade of the Emperor. Can you tell me what you mean by that?”

“How can this….”

“Do not be surprised, I want to tell you.”

At Mumu’s words, Seo Yong-chu said with his fist aimed at him.

“You might not believe it. The man said he threw a little child off the cliff with his own mouth.”

“His own mouth?”

So the man explained it and, the moment they were puzzled, Seo Yong-chu understood their confusion and continued,

“We left you alone.”

“Uh?”

Seo Yong-chu knelt down and bowed. And he said,

“Lord. Even if you do anything, I have no intention of breaking the promise I had made. As I said before, please kill me if you want to hear that story from this mouth.”

“…”

Mumu frowned at those words he couldn’t understand.

And Seo Yong-chu said,

“Do you think that I wouldn’t have known just because you came in a different form?”

Hearing this, Mumu finally understood why he was acting like this. This man thought Mumu was actually his father.

At this, Mumu scratched his head.

“You are misunderstanding something.”

“This subordinate does not…”

“I am not lying. And the person you think of me as was handled yesterday.”

“Uh?”

What is this?

Kang Mui clicked his tongue and told the puzzled Seo Yong-chu,

“You will not believe this. I didn’t either.”

“… What are you talking about?”

“Like he said. We are not the damned vessels. HE and his vessels all died at the hands of this guy.”

‘!?’