episode_0051

A temporary shelter made of thick fabric woven together is called a makeshift tent.

A man entered through the entrance of the tent.

“Captain, the 87th potential site.”

“Oh, Da Bul-li. Have you finished digging? Are you back?”

The captain, lying on a makeshift bed, sat up abruptly and asked.

Da Bul-li shook his head with a regretful expression.

The captain exploded in anger.

“What the hell! Is this a joke? We’ve been digging for eight months, why is there nothing coming out!”

Jang Bo-do. A treasure map, buried treasure map.

“Even so, the 88th, 89th, and 90th potential sites will be completed by tomorrow. Just dig up to a hundred and return. Who would dare say anything then?”

“Damn it. Damn it.”

The captain cursed and flopped back down.

That’s when it happened.

“Captain!”

Another subordinate rushed into the tent in a panic.

Despite the urgent situation, the captain remained calm.

“What’s going on?”

“The entire Jungjeongmun clan has gathered!”

“What, that bastard Wang Son-man. Did he burn everything down? Ugh. That’s why you can’t trust those Jungpa bastards. They have no faith, no faith.”

However, Da Bul-li corrected him.

“They may have been betrayed due to a flaw in their disguise.”

Whatever the reason for teaching them the art of disguise, if they were exposed, it would be a disgrace to the martial arts world.

So if Wang Son-man took over Jungjeongmun, it would be equivalent to the entire clan switching sides.

“Whatever. If they were exposed due to their own mistakes, it’s because of their lack of ability. Anyway. Hmph.”

The captain got up and looked at his subordinate.

“The Jungjeongmun clan is gathering? How many are there?”

“About fifty? It seems.”

“Fifty, huh. Hmm. Da Bul-li, what did you say about the Jungjeongmun’s strength?”

“At the peak, there are two, and at the top, there are seven.”

“Hmm. Just?”

The captain licked his lips.

“Looking for a place to die, huh. Just when I was getting bored. If we wipe them all out.”

“Captain, our mission…”

“Ah! Damn it.”

The captain interrupted Da Bul-li.

“I know, right? But we got caught? Wipe them out and escape. Should we spread rumors that we’re searching for treasure? No, right? Anyway, we did our best. Hm… Let’s see…”

The captain stroked his chin.

“Let’s finish what we started digging first. We have to finish digging where we started. Prepare to bury the workers too.”

“I will follow your orders.”

Da Bul-li turned around.

But the captain grabbed him.

“Wait. Wang Son-man should be dealt with too. Da Bul-li, take care of him and return separately. If they’ve all gathered, the house must be empty. Let someone else handle the cleanup.”

“Understood, Captain.”

After respectfully nodding his head, Da Bul-li disappeared outside the tent.

Then the captain gave orders to the remaining subordinates.

“Gather the Forward Faction. Except for those finishing the digging. Let’s have some fun with people after a long time.”

—-

Subyeol Mountain is one of the common mountains scattered along the river.

The mountain was not particularly rugged, nor did it offer a picturesque view.

Except for occasional herb gatherers climbing up with their baskets, people rarely set foot there as there was no reason to visit with a temple nearby.

It was also the location where the missing persons were taken, according to Wang Son-man’s confession.

When the rescue team reached the border between the fields and the mountains, a man stood boldly in their way.

With unkempt hair and a dirty face with grease flowing down, his eyes shone ominously.

“Are you from Jungjeongmun? I’ve been waiting for a long time.”

The gatekeeper glanced at the head elder, as he didn’t want to speak directly.

The head elder shouted with authority.

“Who are you! Identify yourself!”

“Me?”

The man chuckled fiercely.

“The name of this elder is Yeomsaridal.”

“Ah, Yeomsaridal!”

The Elder of Hobupjang exclaimed in astonishment.

In response, the commotion at Daejeongmundo grew louder.

Cheong asked Pangdaesan, who was next to him, “Yeomsaridal? What kind of name is that? Is Yeom the surname? Yeomsa?”

“It’s Yeom.”

“So, is the name Saridal then? Isn’t that a bit unusual? How can a person’s name be…?”

“It’s a name used in the Western region. But… no. Your ignorance is not just for a day or two.”

“If you know, then learn. So, is he a famous figure? A strong person?”

“Ah, Yeomsaridal. Known as a master in the later stages. Somehow, it seems like it was all the work of the Magyo people.”

Yeomsaridal.

A magician with subtle skills as mysterious as the nickname of the god of Annyang.

However, the reason Yeomsaridal’s name was famous was not because of his own power.

He was a famous leader of the Vanguard Blue Wave Unit under the Magyo Outer Branch.

The nickname attached to him, Annyang, was because his reckless charge was similar to Annyang’s.

“Magyo? The gathering place of those wicked people?”

“Yes.”

That was when Immu Chang, who had been pretending to be absent the whole time, finally revealed his disgusting appearance.

[Preliminary Mission, (Unknown) Crisis]

[You have encountered the Magyo Special Forces.]

Mission Actions:

Good Deed) Defeat the Vanguard Blue Wave Unit

Evil Deed) Defect to Magyo and join the Vanguard Blue Wave Unit

Heavenly Execution) Massacre all

[This choice may have an impact on the world.]

This time, it was another preliminary mission.

No, we had already encountered the final boss, so what’s with the preliminary mission?

Cheong grumbled, “Hey, San. Even if we chew the betel nuts now, won’t the effects be a bit late?”

“I told you last time. The side effects are not normal, so you should bear with it as much as possible.”

“I’m fine…”

Cheong loved alcohol.

He had liked it even before his debut, but that didn’t mean he would drink recklessly.

Now he could even drink alcohol instead of water.

Why? Because he could.

To Cheong, alcohol was just a beverage that made him feel good.

No matter how much he drank, he maintained a pleasantly tipsy state.

And since his debut, he had never experienced a hangover even once.

He suspected it was because of his constitution.

A blood poisoner.

Something positive would apply when ingested, and all negative effects would be nullified.

Betel nuts were the same.

He had been sternly warned that there would be side effects equivalent to being bedridden with alcoholism over time, but there was no sign of that yet.

To Cheong, betel nuts were just a medicine that made his body and mind comfortable.

A strategy post, it’s you again. I really want to meet you.

Cheong expressed his gratitude to someone he didn’t even know might be somewhere in the universe.

“But why is he called a master in the later stages? Why is he so confident alone? Does he think he’s some kind of super master?”

“He’s not alone. Just like that.”

Breaking through the mountain, men in black attire revealed themselves one by one.

“Hey, Daejeongmunju. Just barely hanging on in the later stages? And there’s one more. Is that old man next to you? You two should try your best to defeat me. As time passes, your weak family members will continue to die.”

Wang Gaeyuk and Hobupjangro exchanged glances.

They were friends who had grown old together in the martial arts world.

Closer than brothers, they understood each other’s intentions with just a glance.

That, they seem to not know?

That, they seem to not know?

Cheong and Changbin were in the later stages.

Pangdaesan was in the middle stage, and Namgung Shinjae was in the early stage.

“The two of you old men should do your best to bring me down. As time goes on, your weak family members will continue to die.”

Wang Gaeyuk and Hobupjangro nodded slightly as they looked at Cheong’s group.

Then, deliberately putting on a fierce expression, they drew their swords and shouted.

“I will deal with that evil technique and those evil cultists myself! The rest of you, go eliminate those wicked cultists!”

Yomsaridal’s request implied that the two of them would take care of the remaining enemies.

“Haha! That’s the spirit! Come on, you old folks!”

Yomsaridal laughed boisterously, unaware of the situation.

In Yomsaridal’s mind, the tragic downfall of the righteous faction was already unfolding.

The two elders were struggling to protect themselves amidst their disciples dying.

The sounds of the righteous faction members’ blood and screams continued to echo, as the desperate elders were consumed by despair and self-blame.

The twisted expression on their faces at that moment!

Finally, when only the two elders remained, they would be subdued, taunted, and toyed with.

Yomsaridal would enjoy their pitiful reactions.

Everyone had a plausible plan in mind.

But as the grandson emphasized, caution was key.

Whether in the world before or after the grandson’s existence, in any world where the grandson existed or didn’t, this was the foundation of all strategies.

If you don’t know your enemy, you will be struck.

Ignorance was a way of learning through being struck.

“Let’s go! Destroy the followers of the evil cult and establish justice in the Central Plains!”

As Wang Gaeyuk shouted and took the lead, the cheers followed behind.

It was the beginning of the battle.

—-

Cheong was exhilarated.

Wow! Legal murder! Free killing! Unlimited refills!

Naturally, the law prohibited murder.

But it was inviolable in the martial world!

Killing among martial artists was not only tolerated but subtly encouraged.

So, the term “legal murder” wasn’t entirely wrong.

A running Cheong was blocked by the enemy.

The approaching girl with light steps seemed easy to handle.

But when their swords clashed, Cheong felt that something was terribly wrong as she saw the girl’s sword slicing through.

Finally, the blade cut through. Reflexively, Cheong’s fingers of the outstretched left hand fell off one by one from the top.

And then, a sharp pain struck.

Cheong enjoyed the sensation of the blade.

It pierced through the smooth skin under the collarbone, cut through the diaphragm, and reached the elastic wall of the stomach.

A slight twist caused the stomach to burst, spilling its contents inside the body.

As the blade was pulled out, only a cute wound below the collarbone, a pierced injury, remained.

But the experience of one’s stomach melting with their own gastric juices would be quite thrilling.

The pain of one’s intestines melting while still alive was beyond what a person could endure.

The forward wave leader writhed on the ground, convulsing without even being able to scream.

Hehe, how painful.

Cheong chuckled as she looked down at her handiwork.