The faces of the elders who were looking at Yun-hui who was laughing and chewing on the things that were 'unrivaled' instantly turned pale.
'Oh my god!'
'That crazy guy again!!'
'I wanted to drag him down from his throne because I didn't want to see him like that!'
Again! It was that laugh again!!
The elders felt their hearts sink and their anger explode as they looked at the evil smile on Yun-Hui's lips.
Even in the world of martial arts the impression of him was very simple.
A bankrupt person.
A troublemaker.
King of the aftermath etc.
The rumors surrounding him were also consistent.
-They say that every time he laughs sinisterly a sect gets destroyed.
―Don't have any long conversations with him. The moment you say "Huh? Huh!" you'll already be involved in an accident and your life will be in the gutter.
That son of a bitch always claimed he was the victim and a normal person but no one believed him.
If he really is normal then what are the disasters that have been hitting the world of martial arts?
Especially when he made that smile a storm always came.
They could do nothing but tremble in the face of that gigantic disaster.
Whizz….
* * *
Boom! Kukookung!
The ghost ring exploded as soon as it was absorbed into the body.
Death energy is an energy that living humans cannot handle.
But I was different.
As it deals with the dead it is closer to an elixir.
I regarded fraud as poison and used the poisonous dragon's heart.
The explosion that occurred when the internal energy and the evil spirit of the Tangmunchegi Gong that had previously settled in the dantian collided was directed toward the blocked blood vessel.
A significant portion of the blood vessels collapsed. The hardened waste melted away and flowed through the acupuncture points.
The body instantly turned blue. Anyone who saw it could tell it was in a state of terrible addiction.
There is no need to express the pain in words.
But I laughed.
Because to me all of this was a joy.
"You're laughing like that…!"
"Little Heavenly Horse you really-"
"Stop talking. I believe you understand what you have to do from now on."
If you don't want to be reduced to a mere morsel like Cheon Ha-jin it means that you should speak out about the dark side.
Some of the elders with weak personalities eventually stepped forward lowering their heads.
"they-"
"I! I will speak! So please stop doing such horrible things!"
"You traitors! You guys are going to get away with this… Kaaaak!"
"What are you talking about you idiot?"
Occasionally if there were any disobedient men he would pull the chain hard and break their heads.
After quickly clearing out the intruders the information I wanted began to flow out smoothly.
If he were alive it would have been difficult to disclose information through abstinence or brainwashing but after he's dead there's no such thing right?
It was a method that was often used during the 'Yeonunhwi' era when there was an interrogation to be done.
So this time too we'll be able to find out a lot about the dark side.
.
.
But after a period of repentance has passed.
"under!"
I ended up laughing out loud.
"All I really know is that they move under the name of 'Hoe'?"
It was beyond absurd.
episode.
It's a hallway.
Are these things going to stop me from getting sick?
"I'm serious!"
"Trust me my cult leader!"
"They have been extremely refusal to reveal anything about themselves!"
"You became the watchdog of some suspicious guy who didn't even reveal his true identity? And you even poisoned Cheonma which was extremely dangerous? You're not asking me to believe that right now are you?"
Now I can't even use polite language.
If you want to be treated like an adult shouldn't you show that you are worthy of it?
Cheonmasingyo was a religion.
It is also a heretical cult that worships its leader as a human god.
Of course the words of the cult leader Cheonma were no different from the words of God and Cheonma's decisions were the same as God's will so they had to be followed unconditionally.
Death is packaged as martyrdom and war becomes a holy war for evangelization.
It was not for nothing that the martial arts people of the Central Plains were afraid of the fanatic group that would rush forward even at the risk of death.
Of course it must have been a considerable mental burden for the elders to harm the great Master.
But it was absurd to simply follow the words of a place where no information had been revealed.
"Really! They insisted that they were the 'real' gods! They were on a completely different level from the likes of Cheonma who were just gods in name only…!"
He narrowed his eyes as he watched the elder floundering.
"Tell me more."
Gulp!
The elder swallowed dry saliva and continued speaking.
"They showed signs of migration."
"Transfer?"
"exactly!"
The other elders nodded their heads in agreement.
"They looked exactly like the gods and sages from the legends! They flew through the sky with swords and made wind and rain come down with just a gesture of their hands!"
"Even high-ranking magicians can do that-"
"No! Not at all! If sorcerers were to do something like that it would require considerable magical power consumption and a long preparation time. Isn't that right?"
"however?"
"But they didn't do that at all! They did it all with just gestures!"
"…You weren't fooled?"
"Now the leader of the cult has his lifeline tied to this kind of nonsense but we're not fools who wouldn't notice it right?"
At this point I had nothing to say.
In fact they were said to be the pinnacle of demons who led the revival of the Cheonmasingyo religion before their betrayal.
All of the force. All of the wickedness. All of the sinisterness. All of the tricks in the head.
But still he's a god. How can that make sense?
No something similar did cross my mind for a moment.
…a person who has lost his sense of smell.
"Do you understand now Young Master? Why did we have to be dogs that bark when they tell us to? What can mere mortals like us do in front of a new person?"
The elder's face looked drained of all energy as he spoke.
And yet there was only one emotion left in his eyes.
horror.
"I guess I'll turn back."
A fear that surpasses the weight of the name Cheonma. Does that make sense?
On the one hand the fact that the power of the dark curtain was far beyond what I had expected made me nervous.
A lot of questions were swirling around in my head.
But there is only one conclusion left.
-Master is in danger.
It seemed like the situation was much more pressing than I had thought.
It seemed that I needed to figure out how much time had passed and what had happened during the time I was casting the Genshin Jeonryun Kyeop.
Fortunately it was now time for the poem I had told Hyung-sam to end.
"Okay. I think you've given away all the information you need so I'll let you go as promised."
"Are you sure about that?"
"Thank you Young Master!!"
The elders' faces which had been filled with worry finally brightened.
"Yeah. In my stomach."
「!!」
「!!」
"What are you talking about!"
"Different from the promise-"
"When did I ever keep my promises so well?"
No matter how scared you are where are you going you traitors who stabbed the back of your master's head?
Without even looking back I grabbed the bundle of chains I was holding and pulled hard.
"This fucking character-losing bastard!!"
Kkwadduk!
Their heads spun around in a row forming a ring of ghosts.
This makes it much easier to store without worrying about the energy dissipating.
I smiled coldly.
Although they were nothing more than traitors while alive after death they will become loyal subjects who devote their souls to the new religion.
and.
After a while.
dripping.
"Your Majesty I am So Soin Hyeongsam. May I come in?"
"Come in."
Hyungsam came in holding a bundle of documents.
* * *
Two months passed by in a flash.
Recently a strange rumor has been spreading among the servants and maids in the always peaceful Kowloon branch.
―The Duke of Lee has been imprisoned in the White House for over two months.
―They say that due to the Grand Lady's strict orders no food or water was brought in even once.
―But it is said that the scholar never said that he was hungry or thirsty.
―They say that an unidentifiable creaking scream is heard every day in the White House.
Yun Hui was locked up in the White Hall clearly in front of all the servants along with the wrath of the Grand Lady.
Until then the servants had expected that there would be a scene where Un-Hwi would cry and say "I'm sorry Mother" for several days as he always did and then when he was almost dead the lady would personally take him in.
But this time that didn't happen.
And that's not all. They say he was locked up for two months without any food or drink.
Does this make sense?
Even if he had the internal energy he wouldn't know. Un-Hwi who was no different from other criminals could only last five days at most without food and water.
As a result rumors like this were added later.
―The real scholar has already passed away a long time ago and the one in the White Hall is a double that the Grand Lady put in to hide the truth.
―I heard that you are preparing for the upcoming family visit event that will be the subject of gossip.
Rumor has it that Yun-Hwi may have died.
Naturally Namgung Sanyoung couldn't help but be shocked when he heard this.
"What kind of bastard would say something like that!! Why can't you bring him in front of me right now!"
A very large event was taking place in Sacheon Dangga including the current main family Danggata and several other branch families.
Visit the house.
The great and splendid Dark Lord was touring the Sacheon region.
The reason was simple.
―Recently disturbing movements have been continuously detected in the Cheonsan Mountains the nest of devils. Accordingly the Dark Lord himself wishes to form a special task force so all branches and sub-branches should gather their talented individuals.
Special Forces!
A unit directly commanded by the Dark Lord.
Anyone with the Tang surname would feel their heart race just hearing those words.
What if you could catch the eye of the Dark Lord and steal one of his feasts?
And what if you become a disciple?
At that time he could have become a rising star in the Sacheon martial arts world.
This was precisely why Namgung Sanyoung's nerves had become extremely sharp recently.
As a descendant of the Namgung family she was well aware of the position held by the head of the Sacheon family.
In the Namgung family there were some people who stood shoulder to shoulder with the head of the household such as the Grand Elder or the Guardian of the Law but in the Sacheon family there was nothing like that.
The elders the elders and the executives were all just mere subordinates who died at the words of the head of the household.
Because the position of the head of the Tang family was a position reserved for the strong and only the strong could sit there!
The Tang surname was merely a requirement for participation.
Even if he was an outsider who came into the family as a son-in-law he could easily aim for that position.
It was not for nothing that the Central Plains martial arts world sometimes referred to the Sacheondangga as a 'small demonic cult.'
It is an event that can catch the eye of such people.
It is impossible to allow a mere illegitimate child like Yun-Hwi into such a sacred place.
Of course there's no way that such a thing would catch the eye of the Dark Lord… but isn't there a possibility that there could be a "what if"?
'It's him! That bastard Un-Hwi's henchman! That damn author is definitely plotting something!'
It was at that time that Namgung Sanyoung was creating a fictitious character in his mind that did not exist at all and his suspicions were growing rapidly.
"First of all calm down mother. I will handle this matter."
Just then the door to the pavilion where Namgung Sanyoung was opened and a young man walked in leisurely.