episode_0490

Jo Yong-sang hurriedly ran to the place where he could see the archipelago. Soldiers capable of casting water rain had already arrived at the coast, and a diplomatic bridge connecting the coast and the island was being established at the back of the ship.

A strong will was felt to send all the unmanned people in the archipelago to the shore.

The members hurriedly checked the strength of the Black Forest Islands.

“There seem to be about twenty blood clots.”

“The number of unmanned people alone seems to be over three hundred.”

Cho Yong-sang, who confirmed the theory of Gu Mo, who was standing at the head of the Daejang Ship, became blind in his eyes. The difference in power was so overwhelming that even a fluke seemed unlikely to work.

In an instant, the forces of the Black Forest Islands were in formation on the coast. Gu Moxue, who was at the head of the formation, looked at the forest and vomited out a lion’s hooves.

[The thief who stole the blood religion’s assets, the Beast King, listen!]

[Also, listen to the murderers of the Murim League who called themselves political factions and destroyed the blood religion through shameless secret attacks!]

[Hearing the rumor of a thief persecuting the later members of the Blood Cult and extorting their property, the proud Blood people could not hold back their anger and gathered in the Black Forest Islands to ask for the subjugation of the thief!]

[The warriors of Gumo Seol and the Archipelago, who were connected by blood and blood, could not ignore their spirit, so they accepted their request, broke their seclusion, and went out to work. ]

[Assassins who defeated the Blood Lord through despicable means and the Beast King who stole the spiritual treasure, the treasure of the Blood Religion, have formed a gang, so you can see that the spirit of the world has literally fallen to the ground!]

[In order to reestablish the laws of the world that have fallen to the ground, we, the “Hyeollim Military Alliance,” declare that we will enter the military service as of this moment!]

[The Thief Beast King and the assassins of the Murim Alliance will have to surrender their heads obediently!]

Wow!!!

As soon as Gumo Seol’s Lion’s Roar ends, the Hyeolrim Military Alliance lets out a loud roar. Hundreds of masters shouted in unison, sending a thrilling energy to the members hiding in the forest a considerable distance from the coast.

The members’ faces hardened and they opened their mouths.

“Lord. I need to prepare.”

“command.”

Cho Yong-sang looked blankly at the members who were calmly preparing to compete. What will happen if I continue to compete like this? Most of them would end up dead or injured.

Cho Yong-sang’s feet moved without his knowledge.

“Lord? The leader!”

“Where are you going!”

The members’ panicked voices were heard, but Cho Yong-sang ignored them and launched a light attack.

The place where Cho Yong-sang ran to for a month was the place where Hocheonan was located.

Ho Cheon-an’s back, looking at the forces of the Hyeolrim Military Alliance that had landed on the coast with his back turned, did not appear to be shaken at all.

“Please help. Elderly.”

“I haven’t already agreed to help you.”

Cho Yong-sang knelt down. And then he shouted in a desperate tone, as if he was letting out all his emotions.

“That alone is not enough! Elderly! I know very well that the elders cherish spiritual objects! But…but still, please! anything! I will do anything!”

The members who hurriedly followed Cho Yong-sang’s sudden action were shocked to see him kneeling, but he was happy about it.

“At this rate, we cannot stop the Hyeolrim Military Alliance. Is it just that? Most of the members here will be killed or injured! So, old man! Please just ask me once! Spiritual creatures…please use spiritual creatures!”

Could it be that such desperation worked?

Ho Cheon-an, who was staring at the coastline without wavering, looked at Cho Yong-sang.

“Lord. Didn’t the leader already give up?”

“….Yes?”

Ho Cheon-an’s eyes turned elsewhere. Jo Yong-sang followed the gaze and was able to find Seo Yi-ryeong.

Seo Yi-ryeong has already drawn his sword. There was no scabbard on Seo Yi-ryeong’s waist that was supposed to pair with the sword.

What does it mean for a warrior to throw away his sword sheath?

It meant willing to risk death.

“ Sojeo Lee Ryeong decided to resolve this situation with his own efforts. Even if the result is like hitting an egg with a rock. Or even your own death.”

Ho Cheon-an raised his hand and pointed somewhere. Jo Yong-sang, who followed the hand, was able to see Namgung-bin looking in front of Seo-gong and Mi-ho with his hands clasped and a stern expression on his face.

“Until just now, Namgoongbin’s cooperative was asking Seogong and Miho for help with this matter. I also wasn’t going to stop Seogong or Miho if they sided with the Murim Alliance of their own will, so I guess it wasn’t a very good method.”

“Ah…”

“ After making up his mind, Sojeo Lee devoted himself to martial arts training to follow that path, and Sohyeop Namgungbin worked hard to build friendships with Seogong and Miho. Both of them did their best to achieve their goals.”

Ho Cheon-an’s gaze turned to Jo Yong-sang again.

“But the leader. What did you do during the entire journey, even though you were hoping for help from yourself and the spirit creatures to the point where you were on your knees? It is true that I rejected the leader’s request. But wasn’t it the leader himself who didn’t think of breaking his will?”

Cho Yong-sang was speechless. Ho Cheon-an looked at Jo Yong-sang and opened his mouth for the last time.

“What on earth do you want to do, Lord?”

Jo Yong-sang’s head dropped.

‘I…what was I doing?’

Cho Yong-sang, who had been wandering around the world due to his father’s gambling debt, was barely able to settle down in Anhui with the help of an old man who recognized his talent.

Cho Yong-sang, who began his journey as a warrior, dreamed of becoming a thief who helped others like his teacher who saved him and his family.

By accomplishing large and small acts of cooperation, Cho Yong-sang matured as a military man and made a name for himself as a charlatan.

The chaos in the world continued to grow.

Confrontation between the imperial kingdom and the martial arts. Until the second coming of blood religion.

The chaos in the world was too great to be corrected by the power of just one charlatan. To combat the great chaos, Jo Yong-sang headed to the Murim Alliance and eventually became its leader.

However, when he became the new Murim lord following Yeon Cheon-baek, the power of the Murim alliance was greatly tilted.

This was because not only the Murim Alliance, but also its constituent factions had endured long-term oppression by the Empire and, in a state where their power had been weakened, they poured everything they had into the assassination campaign to prevent the Blood Cult from devouring the world.

Although the blood clan died, the power of the blood religion remained, and the only thing left in the Murim Alliance was a handful of charlatans who held out hope that the world would change from now on.

Cho Yong-sang did his best.

I tried my best, but I always lacked strength.

He was in a position where he had no choice but to take secret action after giving up the stronghold of the Maeng to the remnants of the Maeng cult who raided the Maeng’s stronghold to maintain the legitimacy of the Blood Cult.

They gradually cut off the blood clots, gradually reducing the power of the blood religion, and exterminating the Safa factions that were no different from bandits, but they were unable to fill the void left by the warriors who had fallen in the meantime.

In this way, the Murim Alliance gradually declined, and as it declined, the things it could do gradually decreased.

“I wanted to calm the chaos…in the world. Together with the comrades gathered under the banner of consultation. I believe that if I do what I can little by little, one day everything will fall into place.”

Cho Yong-sang did his best.

However, even though Cho Yong-sang tried his best, the results were not good. Even though they defeated the blood clot and defeated the warriors of Sapa, the result was not limited to scooping a bucket of water from the sea, but the Murim Alliance continued to be chipped away and decline.

“I continued to try like that.”

Still, Cho Yong-sang always did his best.

“I thought I tried.”

always.

I thought I did my best.

But what was the reality?

When Seo Yi-ryeong desperately swings his sword. When Namgoongbin gets scratched and crushed and hangs out with spirits.

Cho Yong-sang just turned his back and watched the scene.

It was only after facing Ho Cheon-an’s question that Cho Yong-sang realized that he had given up. No matter how hard you try, the world always becomes confused. As the situation was declining, the word hope was erased from my mind and I forgot the meaning of the word effort.

What remained in Cho Yong-sang’s mind was only a sense of duty as a leader, and Jo Yong-sang’s actions were only a pretense of protecting that sense of duty.

I finally realized that fact.

The fact that had vaguely touched my heart as I faced my fellow members took on a clear form in front of Ho Cheon-an’s question.

“I finally realized that…only now.”

Tears flowed from Jo Yong-sang’s eyes.

They were tears of regret.

I regret myself for deceiving myself and passing up the opportunity that could have changed this current hopeless situation.

If only Maeng had done his best with everything that happened before he got to where he is now.

If only I had gone to meet Ho Cheon-an with Yi-ryeong instead of staying behind in the battle.

After meeting Ho Cheon-an, I wish I had risked everything to persuade him.

Regret that maybe the outcome would have been different.

“I am such a fool. Even though I should have done my best, I later regretted not doing my best. He is a pathetic person who moves in a hurry and behaves in an indecent manner. In the eyes of the elders, he is just an idiot who acts unreasonably.”

Jo Yong-sang’s forehead touched the ground.

“Still, I would like to ask you a favor. Please…no, help me…”

“Raise your head.”

Ho Cheon-an spoke quietly, but Jo Yong-sang’s forehead did not drop.

“Raise your head. Otherwise it won’t move.”

Hearing Ho Cheon-an’s strong-willed words, Jo Yong-sang slowly lifted his forehead and looked up at Ho Cheon-an. hope. Cho Yong-sang, who had hope, looked at Ho Cheon-an’s face with trembling eyes.

surprisingly.

Ha Gwan, who was not covered by black lips, was smiling.

“First of all, there is something I need to make clear. I don’t think you’re stupid, pathetic, or a fool.”

Ho Cheon-an thought.

Jo Yong-sang’s heart was completely broken. It was also true that I was discouraged and lost the opportunity.

however.

At the same time, Cho Yong-sang was also a person who did not give up and continued to struggle in the face of adverse circumstances and fell.

Even though he fell, he was the one who did not give up his duty as a Murim lord and held on to it.

Even in despair, he was still the Murim lord, and even in regret, he was still the Murim lord.

Ho Cheon-an also decided to treat him as a Murim lord.

The final barrier to prevent the martial apocalypse that exists at the end of a difficult period. Murim lord Cho Yong-sang.

What would happen if Cho Yong-sang, who has been hit and run by difficult times and is pushed around by the world, throws off the shackles of difficult times?

Ho Cheon-an was always curious about that.

And today, I was finally able to answer that question, which is why a smile appeared on Ho Cheon-an’s face.

‘Why don’t you become the Murim lord who restored peace?’

Hocheonan’s mouth opened.

“Biyeowisan (譬如爲山) Miseongilgwe (未成一簣) Ji (止) Ojiya (吾止也).”

Jo Yong-sang’s eyes wavered at Ho Cheon-an’s words.

It was as if the phrase Ho Cheon-an was reciting was seeping right into his soul.

Comparing it to building a mountain, I stopped on my own even though only one box of dirt was needed to complete the mountain. If you stop halfway, you will end up throwing away all your previous moves.

“Under the sky (終而復始), Soihangibulgung (所以恒而不窮).”

However. The law of the world is that it ends and begins again, so it always exists and has no end.

Gugyeol whispered to Cho Yongsang.

Even if you give up halfway, there is no end to everything in the world.

So why not get up again?

Gwancheonil-ro (貫天一路)!

A single path through the sky was opened.

Ho Cheon-an thought as he watched Yong-sang Cho entering a state of enlightenment. The plan to control others by enlightening them was impossible from the beginning.

He had revealed the secrets of heaven to those who had lost their way and showed them the only path, but how could he bend their path to his own will?

So from the beginning, all Ho Cheon-an could do was watch them move forward on the right path.

“Lord!”

“The lord…! You have attained enlightenment!”

“Protect the law….Protect the law!”

Ho Cheon-an retreated, and the members could not hide their confusion and surrounded Cho Yong-sang. It was of course fortunate that the leader achieved enlightenment, but with the conflict with the Blood Forest Alliance just around the corner, it is impossible to know when he will wake up?

At the same time, the members looked at Hu Tianan with strange eyes. Anyone can see that he is the one who intentionally passed on enlightenment to Cho Yong-sang. The person who created an article that is hard to believe even when you see it with your own eyes.

How on earth should we treat this person?

Cho Yong-sang, who was supposed to resolve this confusing situation, had come to the realization and was confused as to how to deal with Ho Cheon-an, who showed strange abilities in this urgent situation.

As if he understood their feelings, Ho Cheon-an opened his mouth.

“Protect your lord.”

With only those words left, Ho Cheon-an naturally walked forward.

Seo Yi-ryeong suddenly stood in front of him, as if he was going to deal with the Hyeolrim Military Alliance alone.

“Elderly! What are you thinking…!”

“Hehe, they are not looking for me. So, I have to go there.”

“Elderly!”

Something grabbed hold of Seo Yi-ryeong’s hand as she let out a fierce voice. Seo Yi-ryeong looked in surprise and saw that it was Seo Gong’s tail.

Squeak!

Seo Gong, who made eye contact with Seo Yi-ryeong, shook his head. And then he pulled Seo Yi-ryeong’s hand with the tail that held her hand.

Seo-gong’s actions seemed to be telling him not to block Ho Cheon-an’s path anymore, but Seo Yi-ryeong unknowingly opened the way for Ho Cheon-an.

burdock!

Caiang!!

“Guys…?”

Seo Yi-ryeong looked at the spirits with confused eyes. It was an entirely incomprehensible sight to Seo Yi-ryeong, who knew better than anyone else how much spirit creatures follow Ho Cheon-an.

Master Hyeon-kyung. Hundreds of unmanned. And about twenty blood clots.

Since it was a huge force that no one person could match, it was assumed that spirit creatures would follow to protect Hocheonan.

The spirits just cried in place and made no attempt to move.

It was as if they were cheering on or seeing off Ho Cheon-an.

‘….no way.’

A family bloomed in Seo Yi-ryeong’s heart.

Ho Cheon-an could not estimate the level of his martial arts skills. These spirit creatures are extremely relaxed even as Hocheon-an moves toward the grave.

I remembered the image of him casually giving precious herbs as snacks to spirits, the image of him catching the presence of Yongsang Cho from a very long distance, and even the scene of giving enlightenment to Yongsang Cho just moments ago.

perhaps.

Isn’t Ho Cheon-an a huge expert? He is such a transcendent and absolute expert that even spirits can feel at ease even when he sets out to deal with the mighty power of the Hyeolrim Military Alliance alone.

This is ridiculous.

It was a vain expectation that could only be dismissed as nothing more than a delusion, but Seo Yi-ryeong’s heart was beating violently as she watched Ho Cheon-an’s back slowly moving forward, and her mind was filled with words like “maybe” and “maybe.”

Seo Yi-ryeong held Seo Gong’s tail tightly and desperately hoped.

I hope that something like that delusion becomes reality.

Ho Cheon-an carries Seo Yi-ryeong’s earnest wish on his back.

Ho Cheon-an’s feet stopped in front of the head of the Hyeolrim Islands, Am Gyeong-toe Gu Mo-seol-ui.