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Botamun.

Although it was not part of the old faction that represented the political faction, it was one of the factions in the world that no one knew about, just like the old faction.

Then Botamun was attacked.

Botamun was a sect only for women, but it was also a sacred place for Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, so there was always a constant stream of worshipers.

Those worshipers saw clearly.

“The second coming of blood religion! All in all!”

A huge saber-toothed tiger attacked Botamun simultaneously with a cry announcing the resurrection of the blood religion and its ambition.

In a situation where even Buddhists could not contain their anger, the nuns rushed forward with all their might, but most of them only lost their lives or were knocked out by the saber-toothed tiger’s attacks.

In Botamun, which boasts a long history, it is a Cheonsuumsangjin that is second to none among other sects, so the passing line has been passed down, but it has only been passed down to preserve the legacy of the past, and it has not been trained to unfold the actual method and deal with spirits. It wasn’t.

In a situation where it was unthinkable that a spirit creature would attack by surprise, the Cheonsuumsangjin somehow unfolded, but instead of making a proper attack against the spirit spirit, it was helplessly defeated by the saber-toothed tiger’s attack.

It was not Cheonsuyin Sangjin who dealt with the saber-toothed tiger, but the experts of Hwagyeong.

The swordsmen and elders, who could be said to be experts from the previous era, stepped forward to deal with the saber-toothed tiger.

Since I couldn’t gather my strength through the formation, I couldn’t inflict a fatal blow, but I was still able to avoid the saber-toothed tiger’s attack and cause minor injuries.

In the end, the saber-toothed tiger, which had been continuously exposed to minor attacks, became tired and retreated, but at that point, Botamun had already been shattered.

Numerous disciples were killed and injured, several elders who could be considered key experts were seriously injured, and many historic temples were damaged.

The saber-toothed tiger attack resumed again the next day.

Botamun had already prepared to meet the saber-toothed tiger, but he was soon caught off guard.

Unlike yesterday, there was an attack by blood people from the rear.

The saber-toothed tiger was successfully blocked, but this time, Botamun suffered great damage from the blood people.

Bothamun, who felt that he could not deal with saber-toothed tigers and blood people while protecting the numerous wounded from two days of fighting, chose to protect people instead of protecting the sect.

Big!!

A saber-toothed tiger went on a rampage at Botamun, which had become Muju Communist Mountain, destroying the pavilion, and as if that was not enough, the energy of fire soon began to spread across the site of Botamun.

Botamun, which had a reputation and power comparable to that of Gupailbang, fell into the hands of the blood religion in less than three days!

This news spread throughout the world faster than the wind, and all people and sects were agitated by this news.

Come on!

And soon after, a Jeon Seo-gu flew into the giant defenses that could use passing defenses.

A message from the Shaolin Temple, which can be said to be Wulin’s Taishan Bukdu and the most influential Buddhist text.

It was news of the opening of the Murim Alliance.

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Was this place wrong?

Seo Mun-yeon, who was reading the terrain of Jinbeop, twisted the gakmunju. If you were a warrior with a sensitive sense of energy, you would have jumped back without realizing it. There was a fluctuation in the energy, but soon it began to form a flow following the guidance of the door gate that Seo Mun-yeon returned to its original position.

The surrounding scenery changes accordingly.

“Hey, it’s really amazing.”

Seo Mun-yeon turned around at the sound of a friendly voice.

Behind Seo Mun-yeon was Mo Yong-mo with a kind smile.

Mo Yong-mo approached the wall and stretched out his hand.

At most, it is the height of an adult male’s chest.

Mo Yong Mo clearly reached for the air above the wall, but his hand was blocked.

Grrr!!

And the loud sound of bells ringing.

“There was a high wall just a little while ago, and it really feels like a charm.”

“It is good to have an impenetrable defense that is watertight, but traps that induce one to let down one’s guard are also considered necessary.”

An intruder who thinks the defenses are weak will try to climb over the wall carelessly, and as soon as he hits the wall, he will hit the bells and bells hanging on the wall.

“Hahaha! How reassuring! If there is anything you need help with, please let me know at any time. I will help you with all my might, even if it is only a small amount of power.”

“I am already receiving a lot of help.”

“You can ask for more! If you’re my brother’s benefactor, you’re just as good as my benefactor!”

Mo Yong-mo, who was smiling brightly, raised her voice at the sight of Zhuge Sungchan seen from afar.

“Then I will only trust Master Seo Mun-yeon Jinbeop! I’m busy so I’ll stop!”

Seo Mun-yeon, who realized that Zhuge Sung-chan had arrived, nodded as he watched Mo Yong-mo hurriedly avoid the seat.

“You have completed the installation of Banhwanjin.”

“Yes. There was a blockage due to miscalculation of the flow of water that changes day and night.”

Seo Mun-yeon smiled at Zhuge Sung-chan.

“Have you been concerned?”

“Keuhum. I just wanted to check the progress.”

‘In any case, I’m not being honest.’

Thinking that, Seo Mun-yeon just smiled lightly and grabbed Zhuge Sung-chan’s sleeve. Zhuge Sung-chan coughed humbly, but did not shake off Seo Wen-yeon’s hand holding his sleeve.

The two men had a light chat as they walked through the grounds of the Moyong family home.

“I heard that once the return camp is completed, the direct descendants of the Moyong family will be sent outside.”

“Is that so? In that case, Shaanse Bunta’s matter will also be discussed.”

Seo Mun-yeon thought of Mo Yong-mo and Mo Yong-yeon-hwa.

The two were working hard to somehow save Shaanseobunta.

Moyong Yeonhwa met with the head of the family, elders, and other high-ranking officials and was persuading each and every one of them. Mo Yongmo made use of his unique attitude to build friendships with members of the Moyong family and went out of his way to create a favorable public opinion for the reconstruction of Shaanxi Bunta. Running situation.

“I hope it goes well.”

The two people became close friends through their relationship with Ho Cheon-an, and Seo Moon-yeon is now quite close.

Seo Mun-yeon smiled bitterly as she remembered Mo Yong-yeon, who showed various emotions every time Ho Cheon-an was mentioned.

I never thought that Mo Yong Yeon Hwa would have Ho Cheon An in her heart.

How embarrassed I was when I first realized that fact.

However, ever since Seo Mun-yeon found out that she had given up on love and was persuading the main family to rebuild Bunta, she had been rooting for Mo Yong-yeon.

Of course, I wasn’t rooting for Mo Yong-yeon to win love, but rather hoping that Shaanse Bunta’s problem would be resolved well.

“That’s right.”

Hearing Zhuge Sungchan’s muttering, Seo Wen-yeon looked at him with a puzzled gaze.

“Have you changed your mind?”

Zhuge Shengchan was a Confucian scholar in both a good and bad sense.

Personal punishment.

Even though there are extenuating circumstances, in the end, he thought that the collateral branches of Shaanseobunta, who could not overcome their twisted desires and joined hands with the official blood religion of the martial arts group, needed to be punished…

“I thought so, but seeing Yeonhwa and Sojeo, who often hang out with Mae, and Moyongmo and Sohyup, working hard, I thought that it would be good to see good results.”

“…is that so.”

Who would have thought that Zhuge Shengchan, a stubborn Confucian scholar, would say these words.

Seo Mun-yeon smiled at the evidence that this stone-like man was slowly changing inside.

While the two people were creating such an intimate atmosphere, a military person from the Mo Yong family came to see them.

“Excuse me. Two minutes. I have urgent news to tell you.”

The Moyong family’s military officer relayed the news about the blood religion’s revolt and the destroyed Botamun to the two people.

“Huh…how could such a blasphemy happen…”

“…blood religion.”

“A general meeting will be held soon. Moyongsega will be empty, so you two should return to your quarters for your own safety.”

Seo Mun-yeon, who returned to her home, fell into thought.

Seo Wen-yeon and Zhuge Sheng-chan declared that Hyeong-gyo would seek the world. And since it was inevitable that Zhuge Dynasty would become entangled with blood religion, he naturally had to think a lot.

How will the world move forward?

As Seo Mun-yeon was thinking about such a topic, Hocheonan came to mind.

“Did you foresee the current situation?”

I thought it was too much to unite people from different backgrounds and form a faction, no matter how much blood and bad blood there was, but maybe they had foreseen the current situation?

Seo Mun-yeon’s head turned quickly.

How could anyone have prepared for such a situation in a situation where no one expected that the Blood Cult would reveal its ambition to lead the spirits and rule the world?

Only one person in the world, Hu Tian-an, had prepared for the rebellion of the blood religion.

‘Hocheonan, you will stand tall at the center of the world.’

Seo Mun-yeon searched through her chest and took out Ho Cheon-an’s silver medal. Although Tang So-yeol was a silver tile made by beating iron, Seo Mun-yeon somehow thought that Hocheon-an’s silver tile was made of gold, not iron.

Ho Cheon-an, who will play a big role in the rebellion of the blood religion, will emerge as a true hero of the martial arts if he survives.

“Can I come in?”

Seo Mun-yeon was awakened from her thoughts by the familiar voice of Mo Yong-yeon-hwa.

He continued to think so deeply that it was already getting dark.

“Please come in.”

Seo Mun-yeon was able to guess the purpose by looking at Mo Yong-yeon-hwa who came to visit her.

“I know it’s rude to come here so late, but I only have time now, so I came here.”

“As expected…are you heading to the midfield?”

Mo Yong-Yeonhwa nodded.

“Yes. Separately from the news from Botamun, a message from the Shaolin Temple just arrived. They say they are holding a Murim League meeting. They will probably gather there to discuss how to deal with the blood religion. I am also heading to Hanam tomorrow.”

“I see….”

Looking at Seo Mun-yeon’s worried gaze, Mo Yong-yeon smiled and said.

“There is no need to worry. Rather, I was given the opportunity to clear the name of Shaanseobunta personnel and others. Depending on your achievements, you may be able to revive Bunta again.”

“Hmm…”

Seo Mun-yeon remained silent.

Negative perceptions cannot be easily thrown away.

In order to recover the status that has fallen due to work in Shaanxi Bunta, an outstanding achievement will have to be made… Is that possible in a world where the spiritual creatures of the blood religion are running rampant?

Mo Yong-yeonhwa said it was an opportunity, but in fact, it was not an easy task.

“Please wait a moment.”

Seo Mun-yeon was looking at Mo Yong-yeon and suddenly grabbed a brush and started writing something.

Although Mo Yong-yeon-hwa did not know, the content that Seo Mun-yeon wrote down on paper was the result and method of converting Oh Seong-jin into Yook Seong-jin.

‘I’m sorry.’

While playing with her brush at a rapid pace, Seo Mun-yeon apologized to Hyeok Kirin in her mind.

Since he made this choice despite knowing Hyuk Kirin’s feelings for Ho Cheon-an, there would be nothing to say even if it was a betrayal.

However, increasing the number of members of the Seongjin is a way to make Ho Cheon-an and his party safer, who must take the lead in the fight against the blood religion in the future. At the same time, it is also a way to achieve what Mo Yong-yeonhwa wants, and in a larger sense, it is a way to help prevent the rebellion of the blood religion. So, there was nothing I could do about it.

‘Isn’t love something you have to live with to be able to see it?’

Seo Mun-yeon sealed a wad of thick paper, almost like a thin book, and handed it to Mo Yong-yeon.

“If you meet Ho Cheon-an, please tell him this.”

“Yes? I don’t know whether Noegeomnangin will come to Hanam or not, so wouldn’t it be better to leave it to someone else rather than me?”

“In any case, it is meaningless unless Yeonhwa Sojeo is conveying it to Ho Cheonan.”

Mo Yong-yeon took the wad of paper with a puzzled expression and bowed her head to Seo Mun-yeon.

“ Seo Mun-yeon I cannot understand all of Jinbeopga’s deep meanings, but I can at least understand the care he has for me. Thank you so much.”

“I hope you achieve your great work.”

Early in the morning the next day, Mo Yong Yeon-hwa, Mo Yong-mo, and an elder from the Mo Yong family departed for Hanam, along with a group of sects who had received the letter from the Shaolin Temple.

When factions from all over the world were gathering at the Murim Alliance in Hanam.

Doo doo doo!!

The Bicheonmacha was also running toward the Murim League in Hanam.