episode_0172

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Four years after the death of Yan Lun-gong’s disciple.

The murder of warriors from the prestigious Segawa clan was causing an uproar in the world.

There were already more than twenty victims, but there was no relationship to tie them together.

Aside from that, the victims had one thing in common: they were all burned and charred.

The Murim Alliance publicly announced that an evil monster was attacking the Murim people, but the leaders of the Murim Alliance knew of the existence of the monster.

Owned by Namgung, the 37th Yeomnyungong.

She was the protagonist of this hideous incident.

Some people speculated that she went crazy while practicing martial arts.

Some people asserted that she was greedy for power and abandoned her path.

Some thought she was seeking revenge.

I know what she’ll do next, but I don’t know what she wants.

Dokgo-nam, who had recently taken over the position of the leader, was unable to come up with a solution to resolve this situation, which was a pain in the ass.

“It is said that even the Zhuge Dynasty was at a point where recovery was impossible…”

Everyone was dumbfounded by the intelligence they heard.

“Why don’t we call on Jeondae Yeomryun-gong? Since you are her teacher, wouldn’t it be possible to subdue her?”

As someone cautiously expressed an opinion, Binggeom, who had now put down the name of Bingryungong, shook his head.

“The former Lei Lun-gong and the modern Lei Lun-gong are already dead. Nouryungong is the most defensive martial art among the traditional martial arts. I think Namgung Soyou’s level has already surpassed that of all of us here.”

“Then, we have no choice but to form a punitive force. Just like when I caught the blood demon…”

Dok-Gonam’s quiet voice resonated loudly in the room.

“First of all, the Great Blue Dragon must confirm the location of the previous generation Yan Lun Gong, as she will also be of sufficient strength. The Air Force selects the personnel of the punitive force.”

With Dokgonam’s instructions, the meeting ended.

People rushed out of the room, and Bingeom was also there.

Bingeom slowly slowed down his steps and eventually came face to face with Cheongyeon, who was walking down the hallway the slowest.

Bingum saw his student’s eyes shaking.

“Yuna.”

Bingeom called his disciple.

“…Yes. Master.”

The disciple answered the teacher’s call.

“Did you tell Soyou?”

Cheongyeon swallowed her saliva at Bingeom’s words that seemed to delve into her heart.

Cheongyeon was regretting asking Soyou to look at Maeng’s records.

It was with the thought that this would be an opportunity to break the unfortunate shackles of Yan Lun-gong that had been passed down from his predecessors.

However, Soyou moved differently than she expected.

“…I, I am not.”

Cheongyeon closed her eyes tightly and turned her head.

Bingum smiled bitterly at the sight of his disciple and turned around.

“Perhaps the problem was that I told you Yan Lun-gong’s secret.”

“The reason I told you about Yan Lun-gong’s secret was because I was worried that you might become obsessed with becoming stronger. ”

Bingum tried to force the corners of his mouth to raise, but he couldn’t hide his bitter expression.

“Master.”

Seeing her teacher’s weak appearance, Cheongyeon’s lips trembled.

“Cheongyeonah. Of all the children I have seen wandering around this martial arts world, you are the most considerate and compassionate child.”

“That’s why I was able to teach you Bingryun Gong without any worries.”

– If you use Bingryun Gong for a long time, a person’s mentality becomes cold.

Bingum added.

“I had faith that if you had a warm heart, you would not carelessly take someone’s life even if you used Bingryungong for a long time. And you always lived up to that belief.”

“But… it seems like your warm heart is producing bad results this time.”

Bingeom slowly moved his feet.

Cheongyeon unconsciously stretched out her hand, but did not grab the hem of her teacher’s clothes.

It was because she realized how big of a mistake her actions had been to grab the hem of her teacher’s clothes.

Until passing through the hallway, Bingum continued to turn his back to his student.

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A woman with short hair walked up the mountain path, carrying daily necessities purchased at the market.

The woman climbed the mountain, stepping on rocks, as if she were a hermit.

When we reached the halfway point of the mountain, the cabin where she had been staying for six months appeared.

The hut was small, but it was polished, with no signs of damage, as if it had been built recently.

As she passed through the wall decorated with variously woven tree branches, a small yard greeted her.

“……”

The woman looked at the cabin for a moment, then put the items she was carrying on the floor.

“Come out.”

And then he spoke to the house.

– Squeak

The door opened, and what appeared was someone she knew well.

Black military uniform, white outerwear.

She wore an earring in one ear and tied her long hair back.

His own disciple with eyes that shine redder than blood.

It was owned by Namgung.

Yeom Jin was not ignorant of the affairs of the world. No, I actually knew better.

And he also knew that Soyou would come find him someday.

“It’s been a long time.”

“…I don’t think it’s a situation to say hello to each other.”

Soyou’s eyes sparkled sharply, but he did not give up his manners.

The deadly force emanating from his small body pierced Yeom Jin’s body.

“Okay, seeing as you’ve come this far, you must have known everything.”

Yan Jin smiled brightly.

Life was not a resigned laugh. That made Soyou feel bad.

“Do you find this situation funny?”

“I wasn’t laughing at you. I just remembered the old days.”

“You could have come sooner. But I didn’t.”

Coming out into the yard, Soyou looked up at Yeomjin.

“Why?”

“Because I had to find records about Yan Lun-gong. There wasn’t much known… but after collecting rumors, writings, and graffiti, I learned an interesting fact.”

“Which one is it?”

“When the time for succession came, there was a strange custom of making disciples.”

“…….”

“Master said that it was expedient to bring in seals, and all Yeomryun-gong in the past did so in an expedient manner.”

“But… there was no such record in the Murim Alliance. It is written that after the succession, the person who inherited the name of Yeomryun-gong took in disciples.”

Soyou twisted his mouth.

“Isn’t it strange? He definitely brought in disciples, but there is no record of them all.”

Soyou’s eyes sparkled.

“And disciples received through expedient means have two things in common.”

“What is that?”

“One is losing one’s life in an unexpected accident.”

Soyou took a step closer to Yeomjin.

“The other thing is that he had a close relationship with the person who inherited the name of Yeomryungong.”

Soyou approached Yeomjin once again.

“I learned the name of this act from the diary of a rural village chief.”

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“Chokseong (促成).”

Soyou looked up at Yeomjin and growled.

“Okay, you figured it out.”

Yeomjin looked down at Soyou with an expressionless face.

“Wasn’t the great success of martial arts what you had hoped for?”

“Master, you must have gone through the same thing as me, so how could you commit such a terrible thing?”

“Yes, I also resented it at first. But, Soyouya. Think about it carefully.”

Yan Jin began to persuade his disciple with a calm face.

“You can feel it too, but the difference between the level you were in the past and the level you are now is the difference between heaven and earth.”

“By killing one person, he gained the power to save hundreds of people. A level that some people have spent their entire lives to achieve, you have achieved it in just two years.”

Just as Yeom Jin’s teacher had done to Yeom Jin a long time ago, Yeom Jin carefully placed his hands on Soyou’s shoulders.

“…Master, don’t you feel sorry for Inho?”

When Soyou asked Yeomjin, Yeomjin laughed as if he did not understand.

“Are you saying we should feel sorry for the pigs raised for food?”

After Yeom Jin’s last words, the light in Soyou’s eyes disappeared.