episode_0208

Cheonsangru.

Bang So-woon and Jang Il, who left Namgung House, returned there.

Since Gi Mo Ryeo-won, the actual owner of Cheonsangru, was made into a slave, there was no safer and more secret place in Anhui than there.

He lounged around in a luxurious private room provided by Moryeowon, killing time by drinking and dating women.

Of course, those women, the first-class courtesans of Cheonsangru, were already obedient hypnotic slaves, so there was absolutely no way for the word to get out.

Bang Soun leisurely waited for his time.

On the other hand, Jang Il looked a bit sore.

There was nothing I could do about it since I had a temperament that couldn’t stand sitting in a corner to begin with.

Bang So-un is by my side, so I’m holding on well. If I were alone, I would have run out already.

“… … Master, wouldn’t it be okay if you came over to get some fresh air?”

But as if he couldn’t bear it any longer, Jang Il finally noticed and asked quietly.

“It’s the wind. Don’t you always go out of the room and get some fresh air?”

“Oh, how can going out into a pea-sized garden be considered getting some fresh air?”

“Haha, that’s true.”

Bang Soun smiled as if he understood.

However, that did not mean that he would give permission to go out.

“But. Now is the time when something very important is about to happen. Even the slightest gap cannot be tolerated.”

“That’s right, I know, young master. But wouldn’t it be okay to get some air once in a while? … .”

“A little carelessness can lead to destruction.”

“… … I hope there are people here who know my face.”

Scratch scratch.

Jang-il scratches the back of his head and looks at him with longing eyes.

However, even though Bang So-un laughed, he remained firm.

“No, the only option now is to not be noticed at all.”

“Ugh.”

If Bang So-un spoke like this, even Jang Il had no choice but to bow down quietly.

This is because I know better than anyone else that Bang So-woon’s choices have always been right until now, and that they will continue to be so in the future.

“… … Okay, master. It can’t be helped.”

“Now, in times like this, drink a glass of Yeojangbu’s valley wine to relieve your frustration.”

Bang So-un smiled and turned his head.

“Hey, you bitch.”

“Yes, big master. Please tell me anything. I obey you.”

Mo Ryeo-won, the female head of the Anhui merchant world, started from scratch and built Cheonsangru to its current location.

The Mo Ryeo-won was now kneeling, naked, with her forehead pressed to the floor.

The posture of a lowly slave who would not even be considered a lowly prostitute.

“Offer me a glass of valley liquor right now.”

“Yes, big master. I will obey your command and immediately offer you valley wine with your humble body.”

Mo Ryeo-won finally raised her head.

And carefully grabbed the glass and bottle.

Moryeowon wakes up slowly.

The two voluptuous breasts swayed naturally.

Mo Ryeo-won’s two hands moved separately.

The glass is under the vagina, the bottle is on the tits.

Literally a valley caution attitude.

However, it was also a posture that could never be seen in Cheonsangru.

Cheonsangru is a first-class gilu.

Orders as vulgar as valley liquor were absolutely prohibited.

Fortunately, the customer who said such a thing was immediately kicked out.

In Cheonsangru, the actual owner, Mo Ryeo-won, takes off his clothes and pours valley liquor himself?

Anyone who has entered Cheonsangru even once would not believe what they saw.

Bang So-un, who was enjoying the impossible entertainment, said with a grin.

“Now you have your bearings.”

“I don’t know what to do with all the undeserved praise. It’s all because of the great master’s gracious and solemn discipline.”

“Heh, yes. How many times was this?”

It’s not enough to be entertained by a shameful valley wine drinker, so they ask about the number of times?

It was an absurd question, almost like asking about the number of sexual intercourse.

However, Mo Ryeo-won answered the question accurately and politely, without any flaws.

“This is exactly the thirty-ninth time.”

A whopping 39 valley weeks.

Even if you just listen to her and conclude that she was a perverted bitch who pretended to be a woman on the outside and held her neck upright while not knowing any shame behind it, there would be nothing left to say.

However, it would be a different story if all the valley wine was offered to a single, special guest over a period of less than 15 days.

Just one person, Bang So-un, turned Moryeowon into a herbal valley anniversary.

“Look. You can do it.”

“What the great master said is truly right.”

“Yes, your body, including your sucker and pussy, is just a pourer. What?”

“Syonne’s used straw and used pussy, as well as other vulgar bodies, are nothing more than a pourer.”

Mo Ryeo-won responds by adding an even more vulgar derogatory comment about her genitals.

That appearance was not that of a human being.

He’s just a pourer with no human dignity.

“Haha, good. To continue.”

“Yes, big master.”

Mo Ryeo-won immediately tilted the liquor bottle on the udder.

Grumble.

Alcohol flowed between Mo Ryeo-won’s voluptuous tits.

The alcohol passed between the tits and flowed down the stomach of a married woman who, unlike a female alcoholic, had a bit of belly fat.

The alcohol passed past the navel and soon reached the pubic hair.

It flowed down, soaking even the thin pubic hair.

Finally, after parting the final destination, the valley of Boji, the liquor fell into the glass.

Pop. Pop.

Valley liquor began to fill the glass.

After a while, the glass was filled with valley liquor.

Mo Ryeo-won knelt again and politely presented it to Fang Xiao-yun.

“Yes, it’s useful. If you’re a drinking bitch, you should be like that.”

Mumbling with satisfaction, Bang So-woon handed the glass to Jang-il.

“Now, drink. And make sure you understand. Actually, I am also holding back my frustration.”

“Hmph? Are you saying that you are like that too?”

Jang-il opened his eyes wide as he received his drink.

“Haha, guy. Am I not human?”

“No, but there is something different about you, Master… … .”

“I can be patient as much as I want because I know that sweet fruit will come soon. If that’s the difference, it must be the difference.”

Bang So-un picked up the beef on the table with chopsticks and chewed it slowly as he spoke.

“Do you know that?”

“What do you mean?”

“If something happens, Moorim will be at least ten times more upset than you thought.”

“Is that much… … ?”

“Namgoong Gaju is not simply a great adult of martial arts. He is the King of Swords and the head of the Five Great Families. It means the leader among the current martial arts leaders. Such a being suddenly leaves this world? There’s no way that Moorim won’t cause an uproar. All kinds of suspicions and rumors will be rampant.”

“But I understand that Gaju Namgung is over 60 years old. I don’t think I’m at an age where dying would be such a big deal… … .”

“An average person would be like that. No, it would be the same even if you were a second- or third-rate martial artist.”

60th birthday was definitely an age of longevity.

To the majority of people in the world.

However, there are some people to whom that common sense does not apply.

It’s the Murim people.

The second-class and below martial arts people are not much different from the commoners, but from the first-class, their life expectancy clearly increases, and from the peak of their lives, they live to a level that the commoners cannot even dream of.

Moreover, Namgungmyeong, the Changcheon Sword King who is considered to be very close to the Hwagyeong?

Dying at the age of just over 60 years old was no different from premature death, which is an exaggeration.

“However, if the head of the Namgung family dies now, it will be short-lived.”

“Ah, no matter how short-lived it is… … .”

“Just wait and see. The Murim Alliance will be so embarrassed that they will be anxious to somehow investigate the cause of death.”

“Hmph? Well, if that’s true, wouldn’t it be a big deal? If you happen to get poison… … .”

Jang Il’s eyes wavered.

“Haha, don’t worry. What kind of group do you think the Demonic Cult is? If they had planned to get caught that easily, they wouldn’t have even tried in the first place. If those guys have planned it meticulously for decades, it is a plan that I am confident will never be discovered.”

Bang So-un’s words were full of confidence.

The Demon Cult was defeated in the Battle of Jeongma and lost all of its power in the central plains, and was driven out to its base, Cheonsan, and confined there.

If such a demonic cult dares to plot against the head of the Five Great Families and is discovered, there is no way the Murim Alliance will remain silent.

Even if it means mobilizing massive force, we will definitely inflict enormous punishment.

Maybe the demonic religion will come to an end.

Even though we knew that, the probability that the Demonic Cult had planned a weak plan was virtually zero.

This was the reason why Bang Soun could be sure that there would not be any problems.

“Furthermore, investigating the Murim League itself is impossible.”

“Yes? Why is that?”

“Because it’s the Namgung family. Would the Namgung family, the leader of the five major families, have the will to allow an outside investigation into the death of the head of the family? Even if it is the Murim Alliance. The affairs of the Namgung family are handled by the Namgung family. That is natural.”

Although they were members of the Murim Alliance, the Namgung family was not one of the lower clans under the influence of the Murim Alliance.

Rather, it is the core force that leads the Murim Alliance.

This means that no matter how much you are a martial arts leader, you cannot do anything that crosses the line.

“Aha, that’s what I heard.”

Jang Il also shook his head as if he understood what he meant.

“In the end, self-investigation. It will end in an unfortunate natural death.”

It is said that super-adepts like Namgung Gaju live overwhelmingly long lives, but there are always exceptions.

It is just treated as an unfortunate inclusion in that exception.

“Huh? Wait. Then there is no particular problem? Then, just get some air… … .”

“Haha, think about it, Jang Il. A huge number of mourners will flock from all over. Is there any good in being noticed by them? Being memorable is not good. Especially if it is a martial artist.”

What they are currently in Anhui is a top secret.

Bang So-un was absolutely reluctant to get involved with Anhui, where the Namgung family was located.

It was an extremely right choice.

why?

The oath with Namgungji, who will become the head of the family in the future, is a secret pact.

I absolutely didn’t want anyone to notice.

“Oh, I see. I said I wasn’t good enough.”

“Haha, don’t blame yourself. Anyone can feel stuffy.”

“Thank you for your understanding… … uh? Wait a minute, master.”

“Why are you doing that?”

“I remembered that you said you were a mourner. If something like this happens, shouldn’t you, the owner of Geumryongjang, also pay your respects?”

Jang-il asked, blinking his big eyes.

It was a valid point.

There is no way the Geumryong Battlefield could ignore the funeral of a martial arts leader.

“Haha, of course I should. But not me.”

Bang So-un said with a relaxed smile.

It seemed like he had already finished thinking about such things.

“Huh? Why is that so?”

“Remember, Namgoongji has no idea about this plan.”

For Namgung Ji, the biological son of the Namgung family head, this plan was a complete secret.

“If Namgung-ji, who is shocked by his father’s death and is in a state of shock, meets me who came to pay his respects, will he be able to manage his facial expressions properly?”

“Wha, now that I think about it… … .”

“There should not be any reason to be suspicious.”

“Huh, as expected, no one can match your thoroughness.”

Jang Il nodded his head several times with amazed eyes.

“I have already contacted the manager. Condolences will be paid by the head of the department.”

The head of the department and his wife, Hwang Bo-seol.

She would have completed the condolence service without any problems.

“Just be patient. It’s really not long now.”

***

Exactly seven days later.

The news of the death of the head of the Namgung family shook the entire martial arts world.

and… … .

***

“Why, why are you doing this, soldier Zhuge?”

Lion Iron Fist Qu Yugang suddenly stood up and looked at the dreamy Zhuge Qinghe with cold eyes.

“It smells.”

“… … No, what does it smell like again?”

It’s already been a few months since I worked hard as the head of the Murim Alliance investigation team to chase down the evil beast that wiped out the Sagong family.

Still, the hard work so far was not in vain, and we were able to thoroughly investigate three-quarters of the list compiled by Zhuge Qinghe.

However, there is still one-third left.

Gokwigang was still in doubt as to when this would end and whether there would really be evil in this.

… … But why are you showing signs of escalating things again?

“It’s a really vague smell. But that doesn’t mean you can’t check it.”

“Uh, where are you checking?”

“Let’s go.”

“So, where are you talking about?”

“Namgung Crown pays condolences.”

“Ah, no, it’s not necessarily us, but the Murim Alliance is the right condolence group… … .”

“That’s their job.”

“Yes… ?”

“Let’s go. It wouldn’t be a bad thing for Gok Daehyeop since he might run into someone on the list.”

“… … Ah, I understand.”

In the end, Gokwigang stood up as if there was nothing else to do.

It was the joys and sorrows of the subordinates that the superiors had no choice but to criticize.

“Let’s go.”

Zhuge Qinghe walked with unintelligible eyes.