Episode 275

The woman’s name was Beom Jong.

As Jinmu said, she is a warrior of the Palace.

She was a member of the Impart Palace Troops – ten messengers and guards under the command of the First Palace Lord, Song Yeo-bang.

She didn’t know when her nose got smashed. She thought it was because she was unable to cope quickly with the fluster of being seen in her innerwear by outsiders, and because the clothes she were changing into interfered with the movement of her arms.

But the intimidating feeling she felt from the man in front of her right now wasn’t like any ordinary presence.

It seemed like something else was mixing with the black qi and taking control of her body’s movements.

Moreover, her entire body was sweating due to the tension.

A warrior at a level that she couldn’t even dare to guess.

But for some reason, the man’s face seemed familiar, as if she had seen it several times.

Was there a warrior of this level in the Evil Sect’s Heaven? Moreover, at that age he already appears as a warrior of Master level, a person of such strength…!

“…Wu-Wudang…a Taoist bastard?”

“……”

Jinmu’s eyes twisted into a smile at the words which came out suddenly.

Do these people all have his features drawn out and look at that painting every day? They recognize him so well.

“…Wudang is right, but what’s with the ‘bastard’? How shameless. You can call me the Sword of Wudang, or even call me ‘respected’ Taoist.”

“……”

Jinmu smiled slyly and responded.

But Beom Jong was extremely afraid to even do that. As the smile deepened, the pressure radiating from the man became stronger.

No, now she was unable to overcome the twisted atmosphere with her qi, and was screaming.

“How did you get here?”

“You don’t need to know that. I question, and you answer.”

“……”

“Why did you mention about the Chu family household in your letter to the owner of the Shanxi Chamber of Commerce? And, why did you attack the moment the letter was taken?”

“……”

“The fact that everyone here was killed and only those two were kept alive… So were you planning to kidnap them because you have something to gain from them?”

As Jinmu glanced up, Beom Jong’s eyes turned harsh.

Well, she is an easy wench to understand.

Jinmu, who didn’t have to listen to the answer, smiled and continued.

“There is no way the Shanxi Chamber of Commerce needs money again, and there is no need for them to take revenge on such a shabby place…. Murdering in broad daylight…”

“……”

Seeing Jinmu’s expression of concern, Beom Jong shook her head.

She had to retreat.

But she couldn’t leave her goal unaccomplished.

Chu Hyung-do’s daughter, Chu Ga-ryong.

A child with the constitution of the Seven Yin Hidden Veins, that they had been secretly looking for.

Since the report had already been sent to the Young Palace Lord, she had to secure the subject even if she had to flee.

Beom Jong arrived at a firm conclusion. Even at the cost of sacrificing her subordinates, she had to get away with Chu Ga-ryong.

No matter how good of a Wudang warrior he was, it was worth taking a gamble with her footwork and stealth skills.

Jinzhong, where the main base of the Shanxi Chamber of Commerce is located…no, they will only have to make it to the nearby sphere of influence.

Beom Jong, who had made up her mind, quickly shouted,

“Kill him!”

Pat!

At her command, the warriors inside the shed launched themselves at Jinmu.

Jinmu twisted his body to dodge the oncoming blade and grabbed the back of the attacker’s head with a calm gaze.

“Let’s see, one foolish moth to the fire.”

“…!”

Kwak!

With no time to defend himself, the warrior’s head was pushed deep into the ground by the force of the stike.

Shush!

Heedless of the comrade’s death, two swords flew towards Jinmu’s torso.

Crack.

The sword which touched the wide open hand bent like a stick of taffy, and Jinmu grabbed the wrist holding the sword and kicked it with legs spread like scissors.

Puak! Puak!

The two warriors who were hit right on the chins fell backwards with their heads raised.

“Now, the leader is…?”

While Jinmu was handling the warriors, Beom Jong was approaching Chu Hyung-do.

Huh! This damned wench is trying to take a hostage using the lives of her subordinates? How dare she act out against me?

If you try to run too, you won’t even be able to get a flea.

Countless sword slashes flew in…whether it comes or not, Jinmu roughly slammed innate qi into the compression point in his foot, and bent his knee.

Kuu.

At the same time, the ground trampled by his feet caved in, the muscles which contracted swelling to the point of bursting, and then flexing with tremendous elasticity.

Chak!

All the flying sword slashes sliced were afterimages of Jinmu.

Swish!

Jinmu, who vanished leaving this afterimage like a cicada shedding its skin, appeared behind Beom Jong as if he had moved in an instant.

“…!”

Beom Jong, who appeared to be caught in the back in an instant, hurriedly swung her sword and aimed it at Chu Hyung-do.

“You seek death!”

Pat!

Jinmu’s sword leapt, and, kicking the air, flew away at the same speed as One Slash was moving.

Swish! Tang!

The sword aimed at Chu Hyung-do was parried by the Air Sword, and Beom Jong bounced back with the rebound and rolled onto the ground.

“…!”

At that moment, Jinmu’s eyes contorted as he saved Chu Hyung-do.

What a fucking bitch!
Beom Jong…what she was aiming for wasn’t Chu Hyung-do.

By pretending to attack Chu Hyung-do, she had lured Jinmu and snatched his daughter, Chu Ga-ryong instead.

“How dare you pickpocket in front me even though you’re worse than a back alley drain.”

Jinmu’s furious qi had exploded with anger, but Beom Jong paid no heed and smiled at her victory.

“You’d better stop.”

Beom Jong’s blue blade stopped half an inch in front of Chu Ga-ryong’s neck.

“……”

Jinmu stopped and the look in his eyes were cold.

“It is amazing. An Air Sword. But as long as this bitch is in my hands, you, Taoist warrior, won’t be able to make a move.”

“……”

“Be careful. If you do even the slightest bit of nonsense now, I will immediately cut down this bitch’s head.”

“……”

At Beom Jong’s words, Jinmu’s calm expression contorted.

“Hehehe, Taoist bastards like you can be strong. You people don’t even care about things like determination and goals.”

“……”

“Kill him!”

After giving a brief command, Beom Jong took Chu Ga-ryong in her arms and rushed to the wall.

It didn’t matter if everyone died. All she had to do was buy herself some time to escape from that monster.

“What a fucking piece of shit!”

Just because I gave her some leeway. If it weren’t for me, she would have already died, and now she is threatening me?

Puak! Kuak! Puak!

Jinmu fixed his gaze on Beom Jong and crushed the warriors who were running at him like moths to the ground one after another.

Ah, if you want, I can tear you to death… Uh? What now?

Jinmu’s gaze, which was trying to chase after her with all his might, changed oddly and he frowned slightly.

Meanwhile, Beom Jong, was crossing the courtyard and approaching the wall at high speed.

Three feet, two, one.

The moment she tried to jump over the wall without hesitation, an eerie qi rushed over the wall. And…

“Kid, where are you heading so eagerly?”

A cold voice emotionless reached her ear.

“…!”

A-already?

No. The voice is that of an old woman…not the Sword of Wudang?

Beom Jong, startled, stopped and turned.

Slash!

“Kuak!”

It was only after the unexpected dagger sliced her arm did it reveal its intent to kill.

And before she knew it, there was this old woman with graying hair in front of her, holding Chu Ga-ryong, who was taken from her arms along with the arm.

It couldn’t be?

Beom Jong turned her head.

Puak! Ack!

A scholarly man was holding something in his hand and swinging it around.

With light gestures, the heads of the subordinates who were attacking Jinmu exploded like watermelons.

“You bastards! How dare you touch His Noble Highness!”

With a bear-like roar and curses, a giant, who blocked Jinmu’s path, stretched out the fist which seemed stuck to the waist because of its weight.

Taaak!

A wild qi spread out and swept through the interior of the place like a whirlwind.

J-just how did this happen?

All of the 50-odd subordinates fell to the ground without even getting the chance to use their weapons.

And the Sword of Wudang was standing there with an expression which said he did not like something.

If her memory was right, and if there was nothing wrong with her eyes, the old woman who cut her arm off had to be Night Flower, and the man with a book and scholar-like clothes is the False Lord, and the big looking ignorant man had to be Iron Blood Exploding Fist.

Three of the Four Emperors had shown up?

In the meantime, some of those who cleaned out her subordinates and occupied the position around the wall were clearly members of the Iron Sword Troops, known to be strongest in Evil Sect’s Heaven.

Her escape route was blocked.

Beom Jong, who was trying to staunch the bleeding of her cut off arm, quickly realized she was surrounded.

Thud!

“Woo-myung greets the Heavenly Lord.”

“…!”

What?

Beom Jong opened her eyes wide.

What is this?

Cheon Woo-myung, who had turned her subordinates into smithereens of flesh, suddenly knelt in front of Jinmu and bowed his head.

Why bow to the Sword of Wudang? And Heavenly Lord?

Her conflicted mind couldn’t come up with an answer swiftly.

“I greet the Heavenly Lord.”

From the False Lord, Myung Se-chan to Night Flower, So Yak-byeok?

“I greet the Heavenly Lord.”

The voices of all the warriors surrounding the chief, including Iron Sword Troops, united as one and resounded loudly.

“Fuck. Everyone ended up coming here….”

Jinmu scratched his head and let out an annoyed voice.

Beom Jong looked at Jinmu with eyes full of distrust, engulfed in confusion.

Something is definitely wrong. The Sword of Wudang…is their Heavenly Lord?

“How did you find out?”

“Uh? Didn’t the Heavenly Lord order it?”

After greeting, Cheon Woo-myung tilted his head with a puzzled look.

“Se-chan said Hwang Shin contacted him saying you needed support….”

Jinmu’s face contorted and he glared at Cheon Woo-myung’s words if watching something.

Hwang Shin, who made eye contact, turned his head, pretending to not notice.

“This damned kid…phew, no matter what, why did everyone end up coming here?”

Hearing Jinmu’s words, Cheon Woo-myung clenched his fist and said,

“Of course we came. If the Heavenly Lord is fighting against an enemy, how can we sit still?”

“……”

Right, aside from this ignorant guy. When Jinmu glared at Myung Se-chan, Myung Se-chan said it like it was obvious.

“Hwang Shin’s request was something, but objectively analyzing the fight in Mei County, Heavenly Lord hasn’t fully regained your past strength. If you meet such a warrior again here, there is a high chance of you being in danger. And as we saw in the Niuxin village, these people are cunning. Because of Heavenly Lord’s nature, you will jump into enemy lands right away…”

“E-enough!”

Anyway, do this in moderation. It’s good to choose just the right words, but does it matter to speak like analyzing facts? And that too this perfectly?

“Heavenly Lord, securing power in Shaanxi is done. We could have gone straight to Hunan, but since I found out that the Shanxi Chamber of Commerce is related to the Palace, I decided it would be better to resolve the matter right away.”

Jinmu shook his head as Jeok Saeng succinctly summed up the situation, and glanced at So Yak-byeok and Chu Ga-ryong.

“Yak-byeok.”

“Yes, Heavenly Lord.”

“…I could have saved her. You know that, right?”

“……”

“I mean it.”

So Yak-Byeok, who paused for a moment as he mumbled with a sour look, smiled with her wrinkled eyes.

“You mean her? I just moved ahead to save the Heavenly Lord from the inconvenience of doing what I was supposed to do.”

“Tsk, you can’t even speak.”

Jinmu clicked his tongue and looked at Beom Jong, who had a blank look.

“Hold her.”

The moment the eyes met, Beom Jong quickly removed the poison sac wedged between her teeth…!

Tap! Pal!

“It is the command of the Heavenly Lord. Do you think you can die as you please?”

“…!”

When did he even move?

Myung Se-chan, who was so far away, suddenly grabbed her by the chin.

And she saw Myung Se-chan’s thick book flying in an arc in front of her eyes.

‘Made of dark iron…what the fuck-!’

Beom Jong turned her face before she could even finish the cursing in her mind.

Tsk tsk, such a bad guy.

Still, it would be enough to just apply pressure on the paralysis blood point for a girl, so why hit her in the face?

Jinmu had already crushed Beom Jong’s nose the day before, but he licked his lips again and shook his head at Myung Se-chan’s cruelty.