Book 6 Chapter 11

Mo Yong-hwi, making bedbug rice cakes

"Why did this happen?

Yonghui Mo says he is now a

I couldn't understand the situation.

What if you find yourself with a

How did it end up looking like this?

These things are never clean.

"Leave it to me!

The voice that rang in my ears at the time!

"Phew……."

When I told her to take care of it, I didn't mean it lightly. I didn't trust her with all of the expenses for the training camp and all of the itinerary planning!

It's no use trying to grab a handrail on a boat that's being swept along on a tidal wave, and then regretting it. It's too late, the boat is too far gone to turn back.

She had no clue that this was what was in store for her.

When I left for the original training camp, my travel expenses were paid for by the Tianmu Academy, which was not luxurious but comfortable enough.

But now, they were just another piece of luggage, tossed into the mix. It wasn't bad treatment, of course, but it wasn't understandable either; it just didn't make sense that they'd been shipped off like baggage. The only convenient thing was that they were very good at traveling.

Mo Yonghui sometimes felt uncomfortable with the intense way they looked at him with envious eyes; he didn't understand why he should be their center of attention when he wasn't even an ornamental animal in a cage.

They say life is a series of confessions, a series of inexplicable things……. It was a phrase that suddenly made no sense to me.

With all his might, Mo Yonghui sincerely vomited out the hot seedlings rising from the depths of his heart.

"Ew!"

It was interesting to travel on waterways for the first time. I had always lived in the mountains and had never traveled on a boat before.

Moreover, she didn't suffer from seasickness, which people with weak stomachs are prone to, so she was the opposite of someone who would have her head hanging over the railing of a boat, contemplative. In fact, it was rather abnormal for a martial arts master to get seasick.

Even now, Mo Yonghui was still furiously gritting his teeth against his rumbling stomach.

"Hey, Whee, are you okay?"

His competitor and senior, Cheung Heon, patted him on the back and said.

"Well…that's okay."

It didn't look very convincing.

Cheonghun was a bit of a pain in the ass in this group. Everyone was wondering why they had to travel with him.

For the first-year Tian Swordsmen, he was a heavenly senior whom they respected but couldn't approach, and for the main troupe, he was a motive they couldn't face.

But how could their emotions be compared to the complexity of Mo Yonghui's feelings, his heart, and his mind? It would have been the same with the blue stain.

However, things took an unexpected turn. The two traveled together to Mt. Wudang, and surprised everyone by showing an unexpectedly good relationship.

Moyonghwi and Cheonghun!

The two had spent a month lying side by side in a bed in the Medicine Pavilion, and the wounds they suffered in the final round of the Samsung Muze Sword Battle were severe.

But when they woke up, there was no resentment or hatred in their hearts. Instead, there was a sense of admiration for each other's accomplishments. Still, they couldn't help but have mixed feelings.

But was it because they recognized each other's skills? After the final of the Samsung Mooje Sword Battle, the two became unexpectedly close. Inwardly, they recognized each other as their opponents.

Perhaps that's why Cheonghyeon is the only one in the group who cares about Mo Yonghui's condition.

Touro said that the blueprints were hard.

"Haha! The mighty Seven Seas Divine Sword of Heaven is defeated by seasickness and raises the white flag, a news that will make the mighty world tremble. Even I can't believe it with my own eyes, so how can anyone imagine you like this?"

He was right. Nowhere in Mo Yonghui's current appearance was there any semblance of the perfection and cleanliness of the Seven Days Divine Sword.

"It's disgraceful."

"Oh, no, no, no, I'm not judging you! Take care of yourself, you'll get used to it."

"That's what I've been hoping for, and I'll thank the gods and goddesses of heaven and earth for finally fulfilling my one and only wish. Woohoo……."

He spoke well, but his face was still pale, and it was obvious that he was holding it together. It seemed incongruous that the most powerful man in the world was suffering from seasickness.

"Why are we here now?"

Mo Yonghui couldn't understand what was going on, even though he was still working hard on the bedbug rice cake. Even for him, a certified genius known as a prodigy, this situation was beyond his comprehension. Next to him, Cheong Hyeon, who was also a certified genius, nodded his head and agreed with Mo Yonghui's opinion.

They were on a boat now. It wasn't that there was anything wrong with being on a boat, of course. The problem was that the boat they were on was not a normal boat. Why were they on this boat now?

They weren't a sign, but they weren't a sign either.

A group of people wearing identical-looking uniforms to show professional and affiliational identification.

Rows and rows of luggage, flags pinned at precise intervals around the luggage, the patterns on the flags identical to the patterns on the chests of the warriors' uniforms.

A flag with lotus flowers and a sword!

Here they were, above the line of the Zhongyang Bureau of Navigation, and they were now in a position where they were being followed by the Zhongyang Bureau of Navigation.

It was a mistake to entrust her with the money in the first place. Under the guise of paying for the trip, she took over all of the training camp expenses. It was like entrusting a cat with a fish and a beauty queen with a beauty queen.

Of course, the idea of money going into her pocket and coming out again was unthinkable, as it would go against the laws of life and her will.

That's it!

Bi Ryuyeon wasn't done here. She had stolen the entire salary of seventeen people from the Namchang Branch Office as protection money. It was like robbery.

Of course, I didn't tell them that I was paid, because I had a very personal and reasonable (?) judgment that I didn't need to.

Namseon Bukma (南船北馬)!

South of the Yangtze, it's called a boat; north of the Yangtze, it's called a horse.

The southern part of the Yangtze River, which runs through Central China, has a network of waterways, making it convenient to travel by boat, while the northern part of the Yangtze River has vast plains, making it convenient to travel by horseback.

In particular, Nanchang, the site of the Tianmu Academy on the shores of Lake Panyang, had an extremely well-developed waterway system, and nothing could match the convenience of boats in terms of transportation.

As such, the Zhongyang Bureau of Marks, located at the center of this network of waterways, had its own mode of waterway transportation: the marker ship.

So what is a marker line?

A marker ship is a ship owned by a marker that is used to transport marks on waterways. No one wants to be misled into thinking that marking is only done over land.

Since the journey was to be carried out quickly, the fastest and most convenient means of transportation would naturally be used. Naturally, there was no better way to move along the Yangtze than by boat.

"But why are we on this boat?

Mo Yonghui couldn't understand that.

From Nanchang on Panyang Lake to Hubei Province, where Mudang Mountain is located, it was natural to use the Yangtze River waterway. However, there was no reason to ride on a marker ship that was only used for transportation of marks from the marker country. There were plenty of other waterways.

'The only time a ship moves is when it's transporting goods, and it doesn't move for any other business, but why?'

But right now, an exception was taking place before Mo Yonghui's eyes . They were just about to be added to the list of Zhongyang Mark Bureau's Namchang Branch's marks.