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Whether Yeonjin looked at Cheongyeon as if she was dumbfounded or not, Yuyehyang and Cheongyeon had already reached an agreement.

Yeonjin’s intention was that it would not matter anyway, and an agreement had already been reached in secret.

The whole story was like this.

“You’re so talented. It’s an incredible accomplishment to have reached the peak at that age.”

Cheongyeon was sitting across the table from Yu Yehyang, with a rare serious expression on her face.

“What are you talking about? Just look at the later indices of the Shingyo Chilga. There are countless cases where they reach their peak one by one after passing the terms and conditions.”

“Taking good elixirs and learning good martial arts are not achievements to brag about. I guess you could say you have a little talent.”

Cheongyeon replied, munching on the snacks in her plump cheeks.

They say that when you transform, your mental age follows your physical age to some extent, but isn’t that just regression?

Whether Yu Ye-hyang thought so or not, Cheong-yeon was also a peerless swordsman who had made a name for herself with the sword.

The position of Grand Guardian of the Demonic Cult is not one that can be obtained through gambling on a gambling table.

“In that sense, that kid is a genius. It seems like the Cheonma Shingong was a trigger. But it’s not like you can reach a certain level just by learning good martial arts, right?”

“Jin-ah’s talent is worthy of being called the best. She’s probably a little behind my wife, or maybe on a similar level.”

Yu Ye-hyang’s shoulders rose as she boasted about her subtle relationship with Yeon-jin, who seemed like her lover but wasn’t really her lover.

Then, this time, Cheongyeon looked at him with crooked eyes, then nodded in understanding.

Although she cannot be compared to Yu Ye-hyang, who is on the verge of becoming a great artist at the age of nineteen, she can be seen as having grown up in a harsh environment, so there is room for consideration.

Yu Ye-hyang’s talent is also not lacking in competing with the best in the world, so when the two grow up and in about twenty years, the Demonic Cult may have two masters who have reached the realm of Tal-ma-ra.

Considering the current leader who will hand over the position of leader as soon as Yu Ye-hyang ascends to the Supreme Demonic Cult, there are now three high-ranking experts in the Demonic Cult, including the Supreme Leader.

With that much power, the Demonic Cult would immediately rush out and shout out to conquer the Central Plains.

Perhaps this time will be the chance to fulfill the Demonic Cult’s long-cherished wish.

Cheongyeon, who imagined such a rosy future, cautiously opened her eyes.

“When you stayed in Sacheon, you met the head of the Tang family.”

“Are you talking about the poisonous dragon?”

“Yeah.”

Yu Ye-hyang nodded her head.

Poisonous dragon, Tangling.

In this world, it is common to give men the nickname of Bong (鳳) and women the nickname of Yong (龍). It is only natural that the head of the Sacheondangmun clan should have the nickname of Yong.

Dang-ryeong was a kind and gentlemanly person, unlike other members of the Tang family, so Yu Ye-hyang’s evaluation of him was not all that bad.

Even though I don’t like the way he acts friendly towards Yeonjin just because he’s never seen her before.

But, suddenly, Cheongyeon lowered her voice and spoke quietly at the silent gaze that seemed to ask why she was bringing that up.

“Dokryong brought up the topic of Yongbongjihoe.”

“So?”

“How about sending that guy to the Yongbong branch? And wouldn’t it be a great pleasure to press the noses of the political bastards?”

“Daehobeop, has your bitch finally gone mad with the magic reaching all the way to his bones?”

At Cheongyeon’s subtle suggestion, Yu Ye-hyang immediately blurted out sharp words.

What is Yongbongjihoe?

Unlike its grand name, which means “a gathering of dragons and phoenixes”, it is more like a social gathering of political factions that have gathered together for a long time to form a sort of interest group.

Although the later indices of the political faction open their doors to fill the void, the reality is that it is just a stage for the old guard and the five great factions to monopolize the situation.

You’re not even from the same political party, so what are you saying is there for you to get something out of it, you hang around like a beggar?

In other words, Cheongyeon’s suggestion is the same as making Yeonjin a normal, well-dressed person.

It was a suggestion that would not have been strange if Yu Ye-hyang had glared at him with double eyelids, but Cheong-yeon continued her explanation in a quiet voice as if she had expected this kind of reaction.

“Didn’t you clearly say with your own mouth that the head of the Tang family, Dokryong, had made that suggestion in passing? If I see you at Yongbongjihoe, let’s meet again.”

“That’s just lip service, so why are you giving it any meaning?”

“That may be true, but look at the accomplishments of that friend Yeonjin. She’s already reached the pinnacle of her power, having only been a student of you for so long. Even if you exclude Sogajuni, it’s no exaggeration to say that she’s the best follower of the new religion in terms of her age. If you go to the Yongbong branch, isn’t it a given that you’ll be given the nickname of Phoenix?”

Cheongyeon has started in earnest.

Cheongyeon is not just a talkative person. She is not only talkative, but surprisingly, she is also articulate in her words.

To borrow the expression of the most tormented mane, it is a truly vicious beak.

He was good at fooling others by wagging his tongue and saying things that didn’t make sense.

“Of course that would be the case. No, don’t change the subject, you idiot. No matter how much you play with your wicked mouth, do you think she’ll fall for it?”

Yu Ye-hyang, who was about to strike back, came to her senses late and her tone became sharp, but her vicious mouth did not stop.

“But think about it carefully. That guy is a person who is a person of character, and, well, judging from the way he treats me, I think his personality is a bit arrogant. He is also a total idiot, and they say that beauties are supposed to have thorns. If he goes out, won’t he come back with a nickname like Dokbong? If he does well, he can beat up all the Jeongpa’s later index guys and flatten their pride.”

“Dokbong… … .”

Common sense tells us that nicknames like Poisonous Dragon or Poisonous Phoenix are all unique nicknames for the later indices of the Sacheondangga.

Even if Yeonjin actually went to the Yongbong branch, the chances of her returning with the nickname Dokbong were virtually zero.

Unfortunately, Yoo Ye-hyang was slowly falling for Cheong-yeon’s strategy of exploiting Yeon-jin, not herself.

If Manoe had seen this sight, it would have been a sight that would have made him beat the ground, saying that his vicious beak would definitely do something, but it would be unfortunate that Manoe was not there.

“Still, I don’t really feel like it. Doesn’t she feel physiologically repulsed? It’s impossible.”

Yu Ye-hyang, who had belatedly regained her remaining sense of reason, made a displeased expression.

It is because I remembered the true nature of the Yongbong branch too late.

The Yongbong branch is essentially a social gathering of political faction leaders who have formed a sort of interest group. Naturally, people of similar age to Yeonjin gather there.

Even if we leave aside the question of whether the snobbish old guard and the later incumbents of the Five Great Families would really include Yeonjin, whose social status and origins are unclear and whose social status has been somewhat washed,

The mere fact that there were women of similar age was reason enough for Yu Ye-hyang to express her aversion.

Moreover, because of the words Yeonjin blurted out, Yu Yehyang was quietly writing a list of those who would return to the new religion and take their lives.

Although she was aware of it herself, because of her memories from before her regression, she had a tendency to show an excessive, or even slightly obsessive, interest in Yeon-jin.

“It’s only natural that bees and butterflies will gather when there are flowers.”

Cheongyeon seemed to have caught on to it, and with a half-smile, she brought up that subject, which was like adding fuel to the fire.

This time, instead of turning on the double eyelids, Yu Ye-hyang opened her eyes wide and started glaring.

“What are you worried about? Anyway, that friend is probably only looking at you, the cult leader. Isn’t that a common story among authors?”

“What?”

“I mean, how could he be interested in another woman when you’re already by his side? Weren’t you the one who took him in in the first place? It’s an intense love that transcends social status. As I said, am I a little interested in the love affair between men and women? Judging from his reaction, he wouldn’t be interested in another woman besides you, so don’t worry.”

Cheongyeon patted my chest and made a bold statement.

If Yu Ye-hyang had been a little more rational, she would have remembered that Cheongyeon was a renegade monk from Shaolin.

What is Shaolin Temple?

It is a sect that calls itself the Taesanbukdoo of the Jeongpa martial arts world, and is a sweaty sect where only nuns gather to train their external skills.

Even in this world, isn’t there a sect that declared the area around Hanam City, where Shaolin is located, and Songshan as a forbidden area and did not allow men in because they were an obstacle to training?

There is nothing more absurd than discussing men’s hearts when you are a monk who committed murder in Shaolin and was excommunicated.

However, the vicious beak exerted its power, and Yu Ye-hyang was unable to think rationally and ended up falling for those words.

Yu Ye-hyung, whose cheeks were slightly flushed but barely noticeable unless you looked closely, coughed.

“Don’t talk nonsense. But like you said, if that happens, it’ll be fun to watch. If you push down on those arrogant guys’ noses, you’ll get a funny reaction. Our Jin-ah won’t lose to those foolish bastards of the Jeongpa.”

“That’s it. Then I’ll go and talk to that guy since I think you agree.”

With a smile that meant everything went as planned, Cheongyeon disappeared in a flash.

* * *

“Oh.”

“That way, you can travel around the Central Plains for a while, work hard, and broaden your horizons. Then, you can go to the Yongbong Branch and defeat the Jeongpa bastards and come back.”

“The agreement was concluded cleanly without any involvement from me.”

“Is that what you’re talking about? Didn’t I say so? Hahahaha!”

Cheongyeon burst into hearty laughter beyond her mask.

And Yeonjin quietly placed her hand on her forehead.

After hearing a more detailed explanation, I realized that it was no easy task.

There is still quite some time until the Yongbongjihoe opens, so prepare yourself in advance and build up your reputation by engaging in activities as a knight in your own right, and based on that reputation, invite someone to a banquet and act as the host.

Even if we put aside the details of the plan, it is far too poor to be considered an evil plan by a demonic cult that is notorious throughout the Central Plains.

The shape is not lifelike.

The plan I had prepared with great care was to go to someone else’s party, act like the main character, and ruin the host’s reputation and mood.

Yeonjin’s forehead was touched by a plan that made the listener feel astonished, completely unlike the evil associated with the Demonic Cult.

Cheongyeon, who was rummaging through my stuff, took out another emergency volume and handed it to me.

“And knowing that, I prepared another new weapon. Keep the Mucham Nangagum as a lifesaver, and you can use this one mainly.”

“I think it would be better if it wasn’t a sword this time.”

“Don’t worry. It’s not a sword. Rather, it’s the ultimate martial art of Buddhism. How can you think of someone who has mastered such a martial art as a follower of the new religion?”

Yeonjin checked the surface of the emergency kit once again at Cheongyeon’s boast.

On top of all the talk about infiltrating the Yongbong branch and such, if they had told me to learn the sword again, I couldn’t hold it in any longer and was going to say something.

Although the hierarchy in the Demonic Cult is vastly different, Yeonjin is actually a disciple of the minor cult leader.

It’s not like Buddhism or Taoism or the devil’s cult is going to be discussing distribution, but at least in this situation, it means that it’s acceptable to be passively angry.

Bokma Yorae Sword.

It is a swordsmanship method that is advertised as an authentic, unwritten martial art from the name itself.

Since it was certainly not a martial art that a demon cult could learn, Yeonjin flipped through the pages one by one to check the contents and asked.

“Dahobeop, which martial arts is this?”

“Shaolin.”

“Huh?”

When Yeonjin asked again, wondering if she had misheard, Cheongyeon answered proudly with her chest puffed out.

“When I was excommunicated, I set fire to Janggyeonggak and stole something. I guess Shaolin thinks it’s a lost sword. So, the setting is that you become a successor who learned Shaolin’s lost sword, Bokma Yeorae Sword, and participate in the Yongbongjihoe.”

“This is crazy-”