Chapter 394

Episode 394

After the meeting of the two, the Cho-ok at the top of Cheonsan Mountain became Jinmu’s dwelling place by Bukri Docheon’s order.

The warriors of the King of Yeom guarded the outskirts as if escorting them, and prevented anyone from the Demonic Cult from approaching.

Only Jinmu and the eight soldiers who followed him were allowed to enter and exit freely.

The two sajils, Cheongsang and Cheongwu, Daegung, who delivers the news that has been kept here and there, and Hwangsin and Sodongbo, who claim to be law guards, excite.

Oh, of course, Seohyeon Neung was silently fulfilling his subordinate role even though Hwangshin, who had not the slightest bit of beard hair, was constantly working as a servant.

Because the original position was a gangster.

Still, I’ll have to ask them to do the ranking battle again later.

It was Neung Seo-hyeon’s credit that he was able to get the antidote and clear the miasma that had risen up to his shoulders.

But can’t we just keep putting him in the captain’s seat because he’s young and hasn’t done anything to heal his arm?

Anyway, Jinmu focused on recovering for the rest of the time, and the others waited as if escorting Cho-ok.

They didn’t have much to do as the horses were guarded by Prince Yeom.

To the point where I had to struggle to find a place to live.

* * *

“Whoa...”

Jinmu carefully selected his breath and operated Seonggi.

The liquor soaked in Cheonsanseolcho was really effective.

Well, I can’t even imagine how many cheonsanseolcho must have been put in to squeeze the juice and fill a bottle.

I drank eight bottles of it.

How did the North Ridochun guy come up with such an idea?

But it doesn’t seem to have business acumen. Why don’t you try to sell these amazing specialties?

If it were me, I would have already made a lot of money by selling it to Jungwon.

I’m going to tell the shaman later that it’s like this, and I’ll make some here and sell it to other schools at a high price.

Even if it’s not Gongqing Petroleum, it’s going to be a tolerable spirit, no lord.

No, if you process it well, you will be able to make enough of it as a treatment tip.

A smile did not leave Jinmu’s lips at the happy thoughts that ran through his mind throughout the fortune telling.

Now, Yukyangjingi has fully recovered, and it is time to recover Mukryonghonwongong.

The energy of the Mukryong is what I have been training from the beginning, so even if I spend the remaining time relaxing and practicing carefully, I will be able to recover completely.

But first, I use the double-minded gong to send out the seongi and scam... fraud... uh?

For a moment, Jinmu couldn’t contain his absurdity.

I was just thinking about it, but the Danjeon was full of scams.

In the meantime, the room was filled with a strange light that had never been seen before.

Something black...blue?

It can only be expressed that way.

Even before the blue light of the pushed Seongi disappeared, black porcelain filled the room, making it look like the two colors were mixed.

What the hell is this?

The gap created in the process of replacing the two energies was greatly reduced by the slight achievement obtained when taking the captain of the Cheonsan Seolmyo, but it was not to this extent.

It is as if the gap itself has completely disappeared.

Just in case, Jinmu reaps his morale and seongi...

“...huh!”

In my surprise, my inner thoughts leaked out of my mouth.

It is clear that the spaces being replaced are completely gone.

Is this maybe?

Jinmu quickly regained his energy and looked at Baekhoehyeol, the boundary between seongi and morale, but the boundary was still clear.

But why do the two energies flow so naturally?

Doesn’t it seem as if the ends of the two energies are connected around the dantian?

no way?

Jinmu stopped his luck with his eyes wide open and stared blankly into space.

“Mugeuk is Taegeuk...”

It continues without end, so this is Taegeuk.

consistent with the current state.

I don’t know anything else, but the last verse of Taegeuk Yogyeol.

When Yin-Yang touches the heart, it returns to its original form.

His own armor, which blocks the strength of the masters, was helpless in the face of the slowly approaching old man.

he was so strong

The troops numbered in the thousands, but as the elderly and those wearing red sashes appeared, they collapsed like autumn leaves.

Armed with the name Lumbar Gang.

He wandered the war with only one mission in his life.

The obliteration of Mr. Han.

Descendants of King Somyeong who dreamed of a new world with Mr. Ju.

They were the people who became the foundation of the country now and were blood relatives of the person Taejo served.

The only blemish of the source of the dynasty.

After secretly tracking them down from generation to generation, they caught their tails in Moorim recently and were finally able to find out the base of their bloodline.

Liaochugang received the emperor’s orders and led his troops to attack the northern snow fields.

But the result is disastrous.

No, it should have been slaughtered.

And in the end, Lu Qiu Kang was detained by soldiers wearing red belts and knelt in front of the old man.

The old man looked down into the lumbar cavity with half-open eyes.

“The grand general Yochugang, a descendant of Yoyeongchung.”

“...”

“I conspired with Mr. Zhu to drown my great-grandfather under the waves of the Yangtze River, and now his descendants are following us from generation to generation. It’s a really long and tough relationship.”

Even with his hands behind his back, the old man’s dignified chanting contained a lot of emotion.

Lumchukang knew him all too well.

Han Moo-hwa, the head of the Han clan.

Another person who is not the Son of Heaven but has the mandate of Heaven.

He was born with the fate of a ruler, but was born in a harsh world and twisted.

“So many blood relatives died from Mr. Zhou’s sword. Yet I did not punish you.”

“...”

“...But why are you chasing us so persistently?”

There was no emotion in his calm voice.

“Did the Zhou descendants still not give up on our leisure? Did he command you because he was so afraid of us? Bring me my neck?”

“...”

Han Moo-hwa did not call the emperor emperor.

He called himself a descendant of the Han family and called the emperor a descendant of the Zhou clan.

There was only one answer Lumchukang could give to that calm question.

No, there was only one fate for the longevity who was defeated on the battlefield in the first place.

“Kill him.”

“...”

Han Moo-hwa sighed softly as Lumuchukang opened his eyes and raised his head.

Heoyeon’s breath flows and Asrai disappears in the air.

“Yeah, that should be it. You must have already sent the news of your defeat to the ecliptic.”

“...”

“But you know? Now I don’t want to be chased anymore. I will come to see you myself.”

At Han Moo-hwa’s words, Luo Chu-gang’s face hardened.

Are you going to midfield? why?

What caused him to have a change of heart?

I had to let you know.

Because he has the power to drive the world to ruin.

But how do you tell? Not a single one has survived to deliver the news.

“Starting with you, every place I step on will create bloody seas.”

“...”

The old man passed by the side of the lumbar cavity after that.

Fuck!

I couldn’t even reach it, but my head exploded.

General Yochugang, who had lived his entire life on the battlefield, died like that, and Han Moo-hwa and the warriors in red belts disappeared in a snowstorm as they moved south.

All that was left on the frozen land where everyone had disappeared was a corpse covered in snow.