Chapter 137: Night Parade of a Hundred Ghosts (3)

Chaos struck overnight.

“Sect Leader!”

The faces of those rushing in were filled with distress.

Myo Gwang, the head of Myojinmun, hurried out and asked.

“What happened?”

An instructor with blood covering half his face shouted.

“Instructor Baek Seok of Euncheon Hall was attacked on the way here!”

“Attacked?”

Myo Gwang, shocked, hesitated, and among those who came in, Yeo Mae-hong recognized a familiar face and exclaimed.

“Instructor Jo Hyeon!”

Among the unexpected arrivals was Instructor Jo Hyeon.

She was being supported by a female student, barely conscious.

“Do you know her?”

“She’s a fellow instructor.”

At Yeo Mae-hong’s answer, Mo Yong Seon-ya, her playful demeanor gone, quickly approached and checked Jo Hyeon’s pulse.

After checking her pulse and opening her eyes, Mo Yong Seon-ya propped her up and said.

“She’s just exhausted.”

“Thank goodness. Really.”

“Thank you. What happened?”

The female student supporting Jo Hyeon, teary-eyed, answered.

“We were attacked suddenly on the mountain path.”

“You must have been scared. Did you see who did it?”

Hiccup. Hiccup. Despite her fear, the student continued.

“They used very fast and strange movement techniques.”

“Like a bird in flight.”

“They spread a blood mist and moved with the wind, so fast and strange.”

She sobbed, saying she couldn’t escape.

“It’s okay. You’re safe now.”

Despite her tears, the student tried to recall.

“They moved so fast I couldn’t see their face. But I remember black hair.”

“And?”

“Sob. I don’t know. When they moved their hands, blood splattered. Sob.”

As she burst into tears, Mo Yong Seon-ya shook her head.

After comforting the crying student, Yeo Mae-hong asked.

“Sister, do you have any idea who the culprit is?”

Mo Yong Seon-ya shook her head.

“A strange movement technique with a blood mist. I thought of the Hidden Moon Flying Thief.”

She had investigated when a fellow instructor was attacked.

“But something’s different.”

“What’s different?”

“The Hidden Moon Flying Thief is a thief. He wouldn’t act so boldly, and his martial arts aren’t that strong.”

Looking at the exhausted people around, she said.

“Four instructors and twenty students couldn’t handle it and fled?”

The known martial arts level of the Hidden Moon Flying Thief was mid-level peak.

“Even if he had a sudden breakthrough, he’d only be at the upper peak level.”

At the peak level, he couldn’t defeat such a force single-handedly.

The most peculiar thing was the appearance.

“Moreover, the black hair is troubling.”

Having investigated the culprit who injured her colleague, she knew Gon Ya-pyeong well.

“The Hidden Moon Flying Thief is old. Black hair? Are there any young demonic practitioners like this?”

The witnesses’ testimonies conflicted in a strange way.

“Then who did this?”

“I don’t know. We’ll have to find out.”

With the sudden influx of injured people, Myo Gwang busily checked their conditions with the disciples.

After examining Jo Hyeon, he stood up.

“Sect Leader, their condition is…”

Mo Yong Seon-ya asked, and Myo Gwang, relieved, answered.

“Fortunately, their lives are not in danger.”

“Thank goodness.”

“Yes, but I’m worried about the others.”

In a somber voice, Myo Gwang looked at the injured and spoke.

“They were lucky to escape.”

“Then.”

“There are others left behind.”

Before he could finish, a cry rang out.

Turning around, they saw Jo Hyeon, now conscious, looking around frantically and shouting.

“Instructor Yang! Instructor Yang!”

Yang Dae-cheol of the Nine Hundred Iron Fist?

Yeo Mae-hong, pale, shook Jo Hyeon’s shoulders.

“Instructor Jo Hyeon! What about Instructor Yang? What happened?”

Jo Hyeon cried out desperately.

“He stayed behind for us!”

The situation was becoming dire.

***

“A demonic practitioner appeared?”

The first to be called out was Sima Bai, or rather Wang Woo.

As the only Kunlun master present and the strongest and most reliable person, it was natural for him to be called.

However, Wang Woo, who was unexpectedly called, was bewildered.

“How could such a terrible thing happen to young students…”

The giant of the Kunlun Sect muttered righteously towards the sky, sighing deeply.

But inwardly, he sent a cold telepathic message.

[My lord, what shall we do?]

There was a sinister tone in his message.

[It wouldn’t be bad if a few young ones died, making the Murim Alliance and the Heavenly Destruction Society mortal enemies.]

As expected from a former villain, he was already thinking of a scheme to pit both sides against each other.

But Cho Un-hwi shook his head.

[What if my fiancée is nearby? We can’t let a monster rampage.]

[That’s true. I will go and kill him immediately.]

Wang Woo agreed right away.

[This time, I’ll go too.]

Wang Woo’s eyes showed confusion.

Knowing his aversion to trouble, he didn’t understand why Cho Un-hwi wanted to go personally.

But Cho Un-hwi had his reasons.

[It’s time to surpass the first-rate level.]

Experiencing it, I realized that being first-rate isn’t enough to be treated well.

[If you say so…]

[Now, listen to what I say.]

Focused on the telepathic message, Wang Woo shouted passionately.

“How can we claim to be dedicated to the future of the Jianghu if we ignore this tragedy?”

He shouted fervently, as if his previous silence was to control his anger.

“I will personally go to punish the demonic minion.”

“Do not worry!”

As Wang Woo shouted, cheers erupted from the surroundings.

“Oh, Wang Daehyup!”

“Thank you, Wang elder!”

“I knew Wang Daehyup would say that.”

A giant, whom they dared not speak to, had declared to punish the culprit himself, and everyone was moved.

But Wang Woo wasn’t done.

“However, I feel it might be insufficient to go alone.”

I could use some help.

Looking around, Yeo Mae-hong and Mo Yong Seon-ya stood up.

“Wang elder! I will go.”

“I will join too!”

Seeing their passionate response, Wang Woo praised them.

“Your spirit is truly admirable.”

Anyone else?

Seeing the hesitation, Myo Gwang stepped forward.

“I will also send urgent messages to the martial artists of Suzhou to gather support.”

“A good idea, but time is short.”

We don’t know if someone’s life is ending somewhere right now.

Worried, everyone fidgeted.

“I will go!”

“No, I will go!”

“Let me join! Please allow me!”

Inspired by the great elder’s participation, the students raised their hands.

But Wang Woo declined.

“Your enthusiasm is commendable, but you should focus on recovering.”

Leave this to the adults.

Wang Woo turned his head.

“Instructor Cho, will you help?”

Instructor Cho?

Everyone was puzzled as Cho Un-hwi, who had been standing in the corner, got up.

“Guys, it’s real combat.”

“So, pack your things immediately.”

***

“Instructor Cho!”

“It’s too dangerous!”

The two opposed taking the young students, but.

“It’s fine. I’m not forcing anyone.”

Cho Un-hwi spoke to the four.

“Now, it’s the real Jianghu.”

The damn Jianghu.

“Do you want to dip your toes in the mud?”

He asked.

“I’ve been looking forward to it.”

*Clang.* Namgung Yun-ho struck the ground with his sword.

“Yes, I’ll go too.”

“I’d be disappointed if you left me behind.”

Baek Ri Seol and Jegal Tan were the same.

On the other hand, Mo Yong So-hye couldn’t stop fidgeting.

“I, I…”

“Instructor Cho, So-hye…”

Before Mo Yong Seon-ya could defend her, Cho Un-hwi spoke to Mo Yong So-hye.

“It’s okay. If you’re scared, stay. You don’t have to go.”

“Really…?”

“If you want to go, you can go anytime. Even with gray hair. But once you step in, you can’t get out.”

There’s no need to ruin your life early.

“Then…”

Relieved by his warm words, Mo Yong So-hye pressed her lips with her finger.

“Then, if I regret today’s decision…”

It’s not my fault?

She asked, and Cho Un-hwi smiled and answered.

“It’s your fault.”

At his firm answer, her relieved expression crumbled.

“My… fault?”

“Yeah. Everyone’s going to die, and you think it’s not your fault if you run away alone?”

“That’s coercion!”

Ignoring Mo Yong Seon-ya’s shout, Cho Un-hwi continued.

“You might regret it for the rest of your life.”

“No, you will regret it.”

“Remember, it’s entirely your fault, so don’t blame me.”

“If you’re angry, kick your blanket at night or something.”

“You’re too much!”

“That’s how I am.”

“I’m not as brave as my sister and brothers.”

“What do you want me to do?”

In response, Mo Yong So-hye, who was fuming, looked at Baek Ri Seol.

“Huh?”

Then at Jegal Tan and Namgung Yun-ho.

Finally, she looked at the instructor.

“Just this once, forgive me.”

Smiling, the instructor’s aura surged with energy.

“Instructor Cho! That’s too harsh!”

“Right. Mo Yong So-hye is just…”

Ignoring the shouts, Mo Yong So-hye took a deep breath.

Then, with determined eyes.

“Mo Yong So-hye of Dongcheon Hall. I will join!”

So-hye!

Cries of regret came from all around.

But Mo Yong So-hye just stuck out her tongue and smiled.

***

As they hurriedly prepared to leave.

“Instructor Cho, a word.”

Wang Woo called Cho Un-hwi.

Everyone, having heard the gist, looked on with interest.

Because of what Wang Woo had said earlier.

– The situation is urgent, so I’ll get straight to the point.

– Give me just thirty minutes.

– I plan to teach Instructor Cho a simple technique.

Teaching a technique in such a critical moment.

But those who knew Wang Woo’s background couldn’t dismiss it lightly.

He was the only Kunlun master.

What he could teach in an emergency couldn’t be a simple technique.

Yeo Mae-hong, half envious, half worried, muttered as she watched Cho Un-hwi disappear.

“What does Wang elder plan to teach?”

With the same expression, Mo Yong Seon-ya shook her head.

“I don’t know. What can he teach in just thirty minutes? Martial arts aren’t easy to learn.”

Everyone’s eyes were on the closed door of the annex.

***

Wang Woo, or rather Sima Bai, was equally perplexed.

“My lord, I followed your instructions, but…”

What do you intend?

In the secret room, Cho Un-hwi replied.

“If I suddenly get too strong, it’ll be troublesome.”

“That’s true.”

“Besides, the effects of the Jeonggeom Sect’s techniques are wearing off.”

It’s a simple and insignificant sword technique, not very useful.

Wang Woo, twisting his beard, asked.

“You plan to strengthen yourself with Kunlun martial arts.”

“Yes, suddenly.”

But there was a problem.

“My lord, you don’t know Kunlun martial arts, do you?”

This was a real dilemma for Wang Woo. Knowing that Cho Un-hwi had mastered unparalleled techniques, learning new martial arts was a different matter.

It took him a year to grasp the essence of Kunlun martial arts.

Three years to master them precisely.

Moreover, it took him two years to learn half of the Supreme Void Dragon Slaying Sword Technique, which only the sect leader knew.

It was absurd, but as a subordinate, he couldn’t defy his lord’s will.

“I will demonstrate the Taiqing Sword first.”

The Taiqing Sword was the introductory technique of the Kunlun Sect.

Followed by the Soqing Sword, the Splitting Light Sword, and the Cloud Dragon Thirteen Swords, culminating in the Supreme Void Dragon Slaying Sword.

Even demonstrating them in sequence within thirty minutes was tight, but his lord could grasp the essence.

‘If it’s just that.’

It might be possible.

This was a highly optimistic conclusion.

Teaching martial arts in thirty minutes was absurd.

But Cho Un-hwi had different requirements.

“No need for complications.”

“What?”

“Why take a difficult and tedious path?”

Cho Un-hwi extended his hand.

“Don’t you have a secret manual?”