Chapter 868

Episode 868Powerful people who bloom (8)

“Who are you?”

The water gate guard guarding the Blue Dragon Gate took a step forward and asked.

In front of the gatekeeper was a man with a dignified physique similar to that of a handsome old man. Although both men had a scruffy appearance, the huge sword hanging on the man’s back showed off an enormous amount of pressure.

‘It doesn’t seem like something is happening.’

In martial arts, it was rare for someone carrying a huge weapon to be an outstanding expert. This is because there is no need for large weapons as one can use the power of a thousand powers with a single finger.

Recently, King Yeon Ho-jeong surprised the world by swinging an ax bigger than a human body, but the perception of giant weapons was still not very good.

Still, he was the gatekeeper of the Murim Alliance. His face showed a certain politeness as he suppressed his desire to constantly belittle the other person.

The old man, Zhong Libai, said in a whisper.

“Whether that person is Bonggong or an elder, tell them that Zonglibaek has arrived.”

“yes?”

What is this bold and arrogant statement?

The gatekeeper’s expression became dazed.

Zhong Libai frowned and said.

“I heard you haven’t elected a leader yet? what? “Have you done it recently?”

“Ah, not yet…”

The floodgates committee gave that answer without even realizing it. If I were my normal personality, I would have kicked him out right away, but strangely, I ended up answering like this.

“So, contact the higher-ups. Jonglibaek has arrived. “You will understand when I tell you.”

The water gate committee wanted to kick out this old man right away.

But what happens?

“Tell it inside.”

Su Wen Wei, who relayed Zhonglibaek’s words to his juniors, bowed his head.

“Please wait a moment…”

“I’ve traveled a thousand miles without hesitation, so why should I wait any longer?”

“Yes yes?”

“I won’t cause an accident, so open the door. “Anyway, if you pull out the knife, it will be there, whether it’s outside or inside.”

The floodgates committee was embarrassed.

I was embarrassed by the rudeness of the old man in front of me, and I was embarrassed by the fact that I was not even angry but rather embarrassed when I had to chase this old man away.

“Then…”

It was incomprehensible. Even though they said this should not be done, the floodgate committee eventually told them to open the gate.

I wasn’t pressured by momentum, nor was I particularly intimidated by Zhonglibaek. Still, I follow his words.

It was truly a strange thing.

Kugugoogung!

Soon the gate opened, and Zongli Baek and Wu Gumun entered proudly.

The water gate committee instructed the juniors to guide the two people to the guesthouse. After that, they closed the gate again and stood guard.

“…?!”

Only then.

Only after the castle gate was closed and Zhong Libai was no longer visible did the gatekeeper’s face become distorted.

“But that guy…!”

I said I would go in very confidently. He seemed like a person who had a good relationship with the public servants. So I let them in.

That’s how the floodgates perceived their actions. He didn’t realize that he was different from usual.

“What a fucking mistake. “I shouldn’t have just let you in.”

However, there was no way I could ask him to come out again now.

Sumunwi, who was in the middle of a fuss, suddenly remembered the face of an old man.

‘What a man with dirty eyes.’

I couldn’t even remember the face of the man following him. Above the water gate, only the old man’s face and eyes were clear.

‘There won’t be any accidents, right? Yeah, I won’t hit it. Still, it’s a Murim League….’

That was back then.

The gatekeeper recalled the old man’s voice.

‘So, contact the higher-ups. Jonglibaek has arrived. ‘You’ll understand when I tell you.’

It’s Jongri Baek….

He had an extremely confident attitude, as if he thought it would be resolved by contacting the higher-ups. Looking at things like that, it seems like we really know each other.

‘Jongribaek? That’s funny. I’ve never heard of this before…’

The water gate committee flinched.

Never heard of it? really?

I feel like I remember something, but I can’t. I don’t think I’ve ever heard of it, but it’s not unfamiliar.

It’s a name I have no connection with, but I’m sure I’ve heard of it.

Who was it? Zhongli Baek… Zhongli….

‘Knife?’

What the water gate committee immediately thought of was the knife that the man standing behind the old man was wearing.

If the sword was that size, it could be said to be the heaviest of heavy soldiers. The width of the blade alone was equivalent to the shoulder width of an adult woman. It seemed difficult to even carry it, let alone hold it and swing it.

There were only a very small number of people who wielded such large weapons. A representative example was the Supreme King Yeon Ho-jeong, and some of the thieves of the Hebei Paeng family…

‘Wait a minute, thieves?’

The name Jongribaek and the thief.

“omg!!”

In an instant, Sumunyu’s complexion turned pale.

It was such a big and great name that it didn’t immediately come to mind. It was because I never imagined that I would be able to meet someone like him even though I was at the gate of the Murim League’s Cheongryong Gate.

“Old Master Zhong Libai, the provincial governor!”

The flood gate committee quickly knocked on the gate.

“Open the door! hurry! I will go to the Museongjeon Hall myself, so you take the two of you to the highest-class guesthouse! hurry!”

* * *

“You’re in.”

Namgung Seung’s sudden remark while talking for a while was similar to that.

Yeonwi nodded.

“okay.”

Namgungpyo and about thirty warriors were around the pavilion of Mugokgak’s separate room. Namgung-in and Namgung-hyeon were not there.

They were kneeling down on their knees listening to the reasoning of the two super experts. Although he was a Namgung monk, he also had the highest level of enlightenment, so even though he was the head of a rival family, the Yeonga, he could not help but be polite.

Namgung Seung smiled.

“It seems that the merit accumulated by the ancestors of the family is great. “My fault and that of my bloodline are so great, but I still feel like I still have some blessings left to receive.”

Yeonwi also smiled.

“My father-in-law’s family is always special.”

“haha.”

Namgung Seung’s smile was very bright.

Namgungpyo’s face was distraught as he saw his grandfather’s smile.

The grandfather he remembers was always strict and quiet. After he grew up, he smiled and gave me various advices, but even at such moments, he wasn’t the type of person who could be called bright, even with empty words.

But what about now?

Starting with the gorgeous dance with Yeon Ho-jeong, the stiffness and nervousness that I felt from my grandfather was gradually disappearing.

Not only that, but you are even showing half-respect to Yeonga-ju, who is one generation younger than you.

‘Is it really that much?’

There was a rumor that Yeongaju’s enlightenment was the best among all the family heads. Although it is hard to believe, it is said that he is a strong person who even embodies the strength of his heart and sword.

Of course, Namgoongpyo didn’t believe it. It is known that Simgeom is the final enlightenment that a swordsman or warrior can reach. It is impossible for someone who has not yet reached that state to attain enlightenment.

However, looking at your grandfather’s facial expressions and words and actions, it seemed like he truly considered Yeongaju to be on the same level as you.

I don’t know the extent of his sword, but it was clear that he had achieved an enlightenment that even the experts of Holy Heaven could show respect for.

‘Is Gangdong’s Yeon family really so great that it overwhelms our Namgung?’

The Namgung family is the family that produced the best swordsman in the world.

Byeoksan Yeonga is the family that produced the youngest Seongcheon.

Looking at those two facts alone, it is difficult to say for certain which family has the upper hand.

However, if Yeongaju’s martial arts skills are so great that the World’s Best Sword is impressed, it would be a different story.

Even if the force is small, if each member has great power and influence, it can be said to be great in itself.

“hmm.”

Namgung Seung’s eyes lit up.

“Guests are coming again.”

“yes.”

Yeonwi’s smile deepened.

“It looks like you’ve finally made up your mind.”

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“A person who was fully qualified to take charge of Baekdo Martial Forest refused the position because of his worries. “But now you’ve decided differently.”

“Hoo.”

“I also received confirmation and agreed to it. However, just getting to that position is not everything. “You need strength and force appropriate to your position, and it appears that you will regain the enlightenment you gave up and enter the realm of infinity.”

Namgungseung shook his head.

“There are so many talented people in the world, and there are as many masters as there are grains of sand on the beach. Even so, it is indeed Shaolin.”

“You are probably ready. But the reason you’re coming here is…”

“I guess it’s to prepare for an unexpected situation.”

“I guess so.”

It was then.

hook!

I felt a strong energy sweeping over my son-in-law.

It was an illusory energy wave that could not be felt by anyone except those who had entered the realm of infinity, and could not be seen with the eyes or felt with the skin.

That illusion was not an illusion to Namgungseung and Yeonwi.

Yeonwi exclaimed.

“That’s amazing.”

“Hmm.”

Namgung Seung’s expression became strange.

When he met Yeon Ho-jeong, he felt a sense of victory. And when he met Yeonwi, he felt a sense of kinship.

Move on now.

Faced with the provocative energy of a man possessing military power that could safely be said to be of the same class as him, Namgungseung felt the intense fighting spirit that had dissipated creep back up again.

The battle of power between the sword and the sword, two weapons with extremely similar yet completely different characteristics, has continued throughout the history of martial arts.

Since then, the sword has been called the king of all diseases, but in fact, it shows no difference in efficiency in the hands of a sword or Taoist expert. If you look at the nervous warfare between those with two weapons, there was really no difference between them.

And now, in the martial arts world, the martial god called Geomjungjeil (劍中第一) and the martial god called Jungjungjeil (刀中第一) were in the same area.

“Apprentice Zonglibaek.”

Namgung Seung’s eyes deepened.

“The gentleman who was not even visible when I was looking for him has finally revealed himself.”

As if it was right in front of your nose.

Seung Namgung was speaking calmly.

“You seem like the type of person who doesn’t pay attention to those around you, but if you have anything to do, just come out.”

The solemn voice could not even escape the separate room.

However, Namgungseung’s strong will went beyond the inner walls and reached the outer walls.

Hwaaaaaaa!

How long has it been?

Woooooo!!

The subtle and deep golden color automatically put my mind at ease.

It put my mind at ease, but everyone could see how terrifying the reality of that power was. It was such a noble and powerful energy.

It was the appearance of a Shaolin public ambassador.

Whoa! Sigh!

At the same time as the public ambassador appeared, a huge sword flew in an arc from high in the sky and stuck in the soft ground next to the pavilion in the separate room.

It’s impossible to guess where it came from. His legendary swordsmanship and free-spiritedness were so outstanding that he was said to be the best in the central region.

Grumble!

There was a person standing on top of the pavilion next to the separate room with his back to him.

He was a master who had a proud physique and was able to loosely unleash his immense energy. Although it had a shabby appearance, its solemn ki wave showed off the dignity and elegance of the owner of a palace.

From sword emperors and apprentices to masters who reached the level of swordsmanship and the first Murim lord.

In the history of the Murim Alliance, there has never been such a powerful group of masters gathered in one place.

Monk Namgung looked at Zhong Libai and Yan Wei saw Master Gong Gong.

Namgungseung said.

“Come down.”

Yeonwi said.

“Please come in.”

Slurp.

Seongcheon’s disciple and Shaolin’s master slowly approached the pavilion.

Nam Gung-pyo and the warriors, who could not overcome that terrifying presence, had to leave the separate room, turning pale. Even if I tried to hold on, I couldn’t because I felt like I would vomit and suffer internal injuries.

Shake! Shake!

Soon all the doors leading to the separate rooms were closed.

And after a while.

Flash! Quaaaaang!

A huge explosion rang out along with the ascending golden brilliance.