Chapter 337

Episode 337:

The Sword King quietly approached me, tapped my shoulder and said.

“We’ll do the chase, so you can just rest.”

“That can’t be possible. “If I’m left out here...”

“I know it’s because of regret, but my injured body will only get in the way.”

I chewed my lip and lowered my head.

It was correct in every detail.

The injuries sustained during the fierce battle with the Demon Cultist were not minor.

My ribs were broken, my organs were damaged, and my body’s energy was unstable and seething.

Right now, I can’t feel any pain because I’m extremely excited, but it won’t be long before there are huge aftereffects.

“It seems like the target the Demon Cult Master wants to kill first is you.”

“.......”

“If your injuries worsen during the chase and the cult leader notices and counterattacks, the worst could happen.”

“.......”

“We cannot stand by and watch as Shin Seong, who is responsible for the future of the Jungwon martial arts group, is sacrificed in vain. “Can’t you trust us now?”

“All right.”

My stomach was boiling.

I was angry at myself for not being able to do anything in this situation.

It was all my fault.

‘It was a golden opportunity to put an end to the war between political enemies.’

If only I had been a little stronger.

Unless you were injured in the fight with the cult leader.

If you had quickly defeated the White Bone Demon Emperor before then and finished it off for sure.

Even though I knew it was a meaningless assumption, I couldn’t help but keep thinking about ‘what if’.

The Sword King, the King of Gwon, and the reorganized warriors of the chase team left the clearing and walked away.

As I quietly stared at the back, I collected the bodies of the dead along with the injured and prepared to descend the mountain.

* * *

To conclude, the cult leader leisurely escaped the siege and returned to the Demon Cult’s sphere of influence.

‘I feel dizzy.’

A room in the Murim League Jiangsu branch.

I sighed after reading the letter the branch manager brought me.

If I think about it now, the sect leader must have thought of the White Bone Demon Emperor as a kind of insurance from the beginning.

It must have been because he was mindful of his presence that he showed such a calm demeanor even while receiving a triple-digit number of warriors.

‘It’s so hot.’

In other words, everyone, including me, was filled with vain hopes and engaged in a battle with the Demon Cult leader.

Not even knowing that it was playing in the palm of his hand.

‘He didn’t even look tired until the end. ‘What a fucking monster.’

I could still vividly recall in my mind the image of Ma Jiao-ju looking at me with regret before taking the Sima Xuan and running away.

Many people were killed or injured.

Nearly half of the members of the Hwangbo family’s Cheonwangdae died, including the head lord, Hwang Bohun.

Nearly twenty members of the Baekrangdae (白狼隊) died, and the chieftain, Ak Yeo-ryeong, fell into an unconscious and critical condition.

Many of the Cheonan Gambu members were also injured.

Dojang Cheonwoo and Dojang Changin suffered severe internal injuries and were being recuperated, and Sawooyeon lost the middle and ring fingers of her left hand.

Yeo So-ok, who was engulfed in the demonic energy emitted by the demonic leader, was suffering from high fever, dizziness, and vomiting.

I heard that Bangcheoksam was anxiously taking care of her.

The good news is that there were no deaths.

Thanks to the high level of each member of the team mobilized for the chase, we were able to avoid suffering a serious injury.

‘The number of people was small to begin with, and they participated in the battle late. Even taking that into account, it is undeniable that I was lucky.’

I thought it was a good decision to leave Dok Go-seong and Lee Soo-yeon behind in Sima Family.

What if two inexperienced people jumped into the fight against the Demon Cultist?

Most likely, he would have lost his life.

He almost drove the new members who had just been accepted as members to their deaths.

It took some time to move across the hallways of the branch.

An old man appeared on the other side.

The identity of the old monk holding prayer beads in his left hand is Master Yeongwoon.

He was the master of the Shaolin Temple and an absolute master who held the first rank of Lee Jon.

‘Why is the Buddha here? Did you disband the pursuit party and come straight for me?’

Of course, I thought he would have returned to Hanam, but I felt a little embarrassed when he appeared in front of me like this.

[I brought my old body all the way to Ye because I wanted to meet the disciple of the benefactor who saved my life. I don’t know if it was a satisfactory answer.]

It seems that the answer I gave to the Demon Cultist earlier was not just empty words.

I bowed my head politely.

“I meet senior Buddha.”

“Where are you going with your immature body?”

“I came out to have a quick drink. “I was confined to my room for a few days...”

I couldn’t say that I was going to Haomun to make a request, so I just made up the words.

Fortunately, the Buddha only nodded and did not show any sign of doubt.

He looked at me as if he was curious and said.

“It must not have been a minor injury, but it seems to have improved a lot since then. “It’s incredible resilience.”

“I guess I’m a bit strong.”

“If you’re not busy, could you spare some time?”

“I will give you as much as I want.”

How could I refuse?

This is a request from Buddha and no one else.

I went back the way I came and let Master Yeongun into the guest room.

When I offered a seat and was about to bring tea, he gestured with his hand as if to dissuade me.

“It is done. It might be uncomfortable, so there’s no need to be so polite. Come and sit down.”

“No matter what, shouldn’t you serve a cup of tea to your guests?”

“Are you going to be stubborn in front of me?”

“.......”

If you don’t listen, they will force you to stop them.

As I sat across from him with a wry smile, the Buddha rolled the prayer beads in his hand and began to chant.

“I’m sorry. Unfortunately, I missed the leader.”

“It’s not your fault, senior.”

“Is your teacher doing well?”

“yes.”

“I wandered around the midfield looking for talented people, but I never thought I would bring in such a great student. “I envy that kid, Dokgo Woojin.”

What a child.

It was a truly unsuitable title.

The only person in the entire central plains who could call Master that way was the old monk in front of me.

“That’s too much praise.”

“There is nothing to be humble about. In the history of martial arts, there has never been a martial artist who reached absolute heights at the age of twenty-five. “You can be a little more proud of your accomplishments.”

“When you praise me like that, I don’t know what to do.”

“You said that to the supervisor, right? “I’m thinking of visiting Shaolin Temple sometime.”

“yes?”

“Did you just say it as a courtesy?”

“Is that possible?”

I shook my head with an awkward expression.

I had completely forgotten about it until I heard the question.

A conversation I had with a former employee came to mind.

[Now that I think about it, there is one thing I would like to ask of Gamwon.]

[Please tell me. I will accept anything as long as it is not unreasonable.]

[Actually, I have admired the reputation of a divine monk for a long time. I would like to visit the Shaolin Temple and meet you, sir. Could you please arrange a table for me?]

Master Youngwoon asked with a gentle smile on his lips.

“Why don’t you stop by the Shaolin Temple before returning to Meng’s headquarters?”