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    The members of the investigation team were swept away through the hole in the gate along with the water that was filled with it. Although he was thrown to the ground like a drowned rat, the members of the investigation team cheered and were happy.

    “I lived!”

    “I got out!!”

    It was a natural reaction since he had survived the risk of being drowned.

    While everyone was cheering and rejoicing, only Ho Cheon-an and his party quickly got up and went to find the party.

    “Master!”

    “Sojeo from sugar fever!”

    Ho Cheon-an and his companions, who confirmed that the Hwa-gyeong master outside was carrying the fallen Tang So-yeol, quickly approached.

    The party’s appearance was a mess. There were clear traces of nosebleeds on his face, and his complexion was pale.

    Ho Cheon-an, who sensed the pulse of the party’s fire, breathed a sigh of relief.

    Although his pulse was weak, Tang So-yeol’s pulse itself was beating.

    It was something I had to show to Assemblyman Sangja in detail, but for now, it was a relief since I confirmed that he was alive.

    While the companions were controlling their surprised minds by checking the details of the party’s battle. The members of the investigation team also woke up one by one, taking in the joy of survival.

    “I’m so sick of water.”

    “Help may be needed on the ground too, so hurry!”

    “Yes, this is not the time to be out of breath!”

    The companions also stood up to keep pace with the investigation team. Dokgo Yi-seol, who retained his strength thanks to his absence from the Five Marches, embraced the Tang So-yeol.

    Ho Cheon-an, who was watching this, also stood up.

    “Let’s go up.”

    It was time to return to earth.

    *** ***

    The condition of the investigation team was not good to say the least.

    As a result, he was able to escape through the efforts of the party, but the investigation team also tried all possible means within itself.

    There were attempts to break through the water pressure and enter the hole where the water came out, and they poured out their stamina and endurance to break through the ceiling or wall.

    He was about to be buried underground, but would he have had time to preserve his strength or endurance?

    They were soaked from head to toe, and there were many members of the investigation team going up to the ground trudging along with their backs bent, uncharacteristic of warriors.

    On the outside, they were no different from the remnants of a defeated soldier running away after being defeated, but the spirit they gave off to the investigation team was extremely ferocious.

    It looks like he’s in high spirits because he was on the verge of being buried alive.

    As the light coming from the ground became stronger, the steps of the investigation team also became faster.

    When the backlight greeted us and we all frowned and ran out of the cave.

    A fierce battle was taking place on the ground.

    The Eighteen Arhats have become so tattered that it is difficult to say that they are maintaining their formation. The Murim Alliance’s masters are attacking Black Death, perhaps to take on the role of the Eighteen Nahanjin.

    Master Unjong, who launches a fierce attack, and even the blood zone that avoids Master Unjong.

    After confirming the situation of the war, Yue Xiaofeng took the lead and shouted.

    “Bipungsanhaedae! Sortie!”

    Not to be outdone, Mo Yong-seo also pulled out his sword and screamed.

    “Take care of the head of the blood religion!”

    Waaa!!

    The members of the investigation team shouted and launched a light attack in the direction of Black Death and Blood Zone. My companions and I moved along the cove.

    Just like the members of the investigation team who expressed their anger, I too was so angry that I wanted to cut the black snake’s body to pieces, but unfortunately, I was unable to deploy the five-star attack.

    Because Tang So-yeol damaged Dokgo Yi-seol’s belt.

    The sudden shouts turned the attention of the Murim Alliance fighters who had been fighting frantically. Master Unjong also turned his head and looked this way.

    “The drones escaped!”

    “Jinbeopdae is back!”

    The Murim League warriors, who saw that the investigation team had safely escaped from the underground, cheered and rejoiced. Master Unjong also followed with trembling eyes the sight of Yeo Il-ye and Hyeok Gi-rin performing a light attack.

    Blood Zone also confirmed that the investigation team had escaped.

    Blood Zone, with his face distorted, quickly secured a retreat route.

    For a moment, the eyes of the Murim League warriors were focused on the investigation team, but they were unable to stop Heuksa and Hyeoljon from breaking through the gap and escaping the siege.

    “Pfft! Struggling!”

    “Chase! You absolutely must not miss it!”

    When the warriors of the Murim League hit the ground to chase the blood zone that had gained morale and widened the distance.

    I felt it.

    Even in the underground trap, the Blood Lord, who had only glanced at me, was looking at me exactly.

    “Hocheonan! Now come back to the blood religion!”

    A sudden name call.

    The steps of the Murim League warriors, who were just about to launch a light attack with increased momentum, stopped, and the steps of the investigation team that were rushing forward with great enthusiasm slowed down.

    A situation where everyone’s eyes were instantly focused on me.

    “You’re playing with your wicked tongue again!”

    Master Unjong spoke out loud and changed the atmosphere.

    “Kkeukkeuk…! Hahaha!!”

    However, at Zen Master Unjong’s rebuttal, Hyeoljon just burst into laughter. Those who felt that there was something unusual about the blood zone’s reaction were agitated.

    “Really, it’s really funny. Hocheonan, that child is my grandson!”

    “Do you think anyone will believe your nonsense!”

    “Kkeukkeuk! So how about asking yourself?”

    Everyone’s eyes were focused on me.

    I looked up at the blood vessel above the black snake’s head.

    It was truly absurd.

    I was finally able to look into the eyes of my maternal grandfather, whom I had been unable to see even in the underground base of the blood religion or when I fell into a trap.

    My heart was pounding.

    ….I am.

    I have always worried.

    The messenger from the blood clan who came to me on a spirit beast offered me the position of successor to the blood religion, but I flatly refused.

    I was very angry when I rejected it.

    The only thing the messenger said from the blood clan was that he would make you his successor and that he should devote himself to the blood religion.

    It was just a message saying that a successor was needed and that it was only natural for me to become the successor to the blood religion.

    Of course, I couldn’t help but feel indignant at the attitude of not even mentioning the incident, let alone apologizing for what was done to my mother and father, to my grandfather, and to me.

    The messenger of the blood religion left behind a threatening and unreasonable advice, but the advice was apparently irrelevant.

    At that time, my heart was already filled with hostility toward my maternal grandfather.

    Even if you hold a grudge, what does it matter when you are already an enemy of Cheoncheonji?

    With that in mind, he left for Zhuge Dynasty.

    Only if you obtain the means to deal with the spiritual creatures of the blood religion will you be able to do anything.

    So, he boarded a running carriage and headed to the Zhuge family, visited Seomun-yeon, practiced Ohseongjin, and hunted spirits to gain practical experience.

    Although he had the means to fight against the spiritual creatures of the blood religion, he always had a sense of caution in a corner of his heart.

    My grandfather’s attack will soon come against me for refusing the position of successor.

    However, as if to ridicule my wariness, nothing happened until I got hold of the method, practiced it, and hunted the spirit beast.

    The longer that time went on, the more anticipation grew in my heart.

    Maybe my maternal grandfather feels sorry for me.

    My maternal grandfather, whom I met when I was 15 years old, was truly a man without blood or tears, but since so much time has passed since then, I think there may have been some change in his state of mind.

    Wouldn’t it be better if we didn’t have to aim our swords at each other’s hearts?

    I am the enemy of my parents and grandfather, but at the same time, I am also related by blood. Is there really a need to pay for my sins only in blood?

    Wouldn’t there be a possibility to end everything without having to put the party in danger or engage in a life-or-death fight with the blood cult?

    I had that thought.

    And that thought grew uncontrollably after hearing the news of the blood religion’s revolt.

    Through the investigation up to that point, I fully understood the fact that the blood religion had been taming the spirits for a long time, waiting for them to shake off and rise up.

    Before doing something big like that, it would have been right to finish things about me first.

    The value of my name in martial arts is quite high, so if you make me your successor, it will be of great help in your future work.

    If there was no intention to appease, it could be said that the right decision was to remove the person.

    Nevertheless, the blood religion continued to act, leaving me alone.

    So…maybe.

    Isn’t it because the blood zone feels affection for me?

    I had that thought.

    Perhaps they are conflicted about my treatment, or maybe they feel sorry for me and do not interfere with me at all.

    The actions of the blood religion had to be prevented.

    Wulin is a place that runs on the logic of power, and it cannot be said that it is bad for a strong person to push out another sect and take its place, but the history of the sect and the disasters I have seen and experienced should never allow the sect to gain power. Because it was proof that it could be done.

    So, without hesitation, he headed to the Murim Alliance, subdued the saber-toothed tiger, recaptured Botamun, and antagonized the blood religion.

    but.

    Even though I was acting like that, I had a desire to let go of all hostility and share my feelings if I encountered my maternal grandfather, the blood lord, at any time and somewhere during the fight against the blood religion.

    Because I believed that maybe there was an option that wouldn’t require shedding any more blood.

    If someone could read my thoughts, they might have accused me of being stupid.

    Maybe…my companions also think of me as a fool.

    But I couldn’t completely shake off those thoughts.

    Is this the affection of blood and flesh?

    He treated me like a tool, he was the enemy of his parents and grandfather, and he was a martial artist who threw the entire martial arts world into chaos, but even so, he couldn’t let go of hope and had such thoughts.

    and.

    The moment I made eye contact with my blood friend.

    I realized.

    The reason my maternal grandfather, or rather my blood relative, left me alone until now was not an act of kindness.

    Just a tool.

    They just treated me like a tool.

    Is there anyone who asks tools about their intentions? Is there anyone who feels remorse or reluctance when using a stick that was used as a cane as a poker, or when changing it to a carrier?

    Probably not. Even if someone hesitates, they will never hesitate considering the tool’s position.

    Blood zone was like that.

    To Hyeoljon, I was just a tool. After hearing the news that he was active in the Murim Alliance, he used it as a tool to lure the Murim Alliance into a trap, and when that lure failed, he used it as a tool to divide the Murim Alliance.

    My activities in the current Murim Alliance were considerable, so if it became known that I was a blood relative of a blood clan, there would be great confusion.

    Hyeoljon was using the tool called me frugally according to the situation.

    I realized that fact as I made eye contact with the blood lord.

    “…Is that all you have to say?”

    My voice trembled ungainly. Perhaps his eyes are also shaking mercilessly.

    “Enough with the rebellion. Because the blood religion will rule the world anyway, and you will have to become its successor.”

    “There is no need to listen to any more nonsense!”

    Mo Yong-seo came forward.

    “Kkeukkeuk! If you really think it’s nonsense, I’ll hand over my evidence.”

    Hyeoljon tore off his sleeve and wrapped it around his right hand. After that, a sharp prosthetic hand pierced Hyeoljon’s right hand. Sleeves that instantly become soaked with blood.

    A sleeve covered in blood fell to the floor.

    “Find someone who can use blood magic and check. I wonder if my blood and Hocheonan’s blood are connected! Hahaha!”

    Mo Yong-seo’s gaze wavered and looked at me.

    It must have been because I instinctively felt that Blood Zone was not lying.

    “Is that all you have to say?”

    What on earth do I want to hear?

    Even in this situation, do you want to receive an apology for what happened that day?

    Or is this just begging for some recognition?

    “Oh yeah. I won’t interfere with your marriage. So you don’t have to worry about your women’s situation being difficult.”

    However, Hyeoljon’s answer was close to ridicule. No, even this must have been calculated. Even my group was close to inducing division in the Murim Alliance by tying them up with wholesale money.

    I closed my eyes.

    What on earth was I doing?

    Before the Blood Cult began to stir up, it might have been possible to find the spiritual relics or base of the Blood Cult.

    However, I just carefully scanned the outskirts of the traces left by the blood cult, saying they were hunting spirit creatures.

    In a situation where the blood religion was not targeting me, I did not want to attack my grandfather first.

    Because I did not want to close with my own hands any opportunity for reconciliation that might have existed.

    After discovering a secret space and secret documents that smell like a trap, attack the designated home base.

    I just silently followed the actions of the Murim Alliance.

    He secretly took charge of the leader and made arrangements for future situations, but he actually turned his face toward attacking his home base, which he thought was a trap.

    Because I didn’t want to believe that Hyeoljon had used me to set a trap.

    The result looked like this.

    I, along with my companions and the investigation team, were almost drowned, and the Tang Soyeol took enormous risks and fell to save us.

    If something had gone a little wrong, the entire investigation team could have died, or even the Party Soyeol could have died.

    The result of my hesitation and neglect.

    It was a disaster that occurred simply because the people were unsightly shaken by the lingering affection of blood relatives.

    Was this the conversation I so desperately wanted?

    I was a moron.

    “I understand.”

    Even though I knew this would happen, I was an idiot who couldn’t let go of my vain regret.

    He was such a foolish guy that he could barely make up his mind after being dealt such a mess.

    I opened my eyes and looked at my grandfather.

    Isolation.

    A string broke in my heart.

    “I will tell you clearly.”

    My voice no longer trembled.

    Because what took the place of lingering regret was cold reason.

    So, I made a clear promise.

    Since you treated me as a tool rather than as flesh and blood, I will not treat you as flesh and blood either.

    You are no longer my maternal grandfather, but just Seo Kwang-hoe, a blood clan.

    He is the enemy of his parents and grandfather.

    A person who put his colleagues in danger.

    This is a great evil that is trying to throw the martial arts world into chaos.

    “I will defeat you.”

    Blood Zone Seogwanghoe was an enemy that I had to defeat.

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