Book 9 Chapter 23

Find the Taegeuk talent!

- Glaive withdrawal

that Eunsulan is investigating Bireuyeon.

As word spreads through the halls of academia, most observers snicker.

They've used up almost all of their reserves.

Some people are quick to say that Agave is a "waste of time" and that the

Some people said.

But she didn't listen to them. Her judgment was based on what she had seen and heard with her own eyes and ears, and her intuition played a large part in this.

The more she researched, the more she felt like she was falling into a quagmire. The more she tried to find out, the more she didn't know. People's opinions and testimonies about the same events were so different. Moreover, when it came to the shamanic mountain, many people were evasive or vague in their answers. It's hard to tell what's bothering them, but they're definitely avoiding answering the question about the Bi Ryuyeon, which I could have sworn was a woman's pride.

The more she researched, the more motivated she became.

"What kind of a person is Bi Confucius?"

This time, it was Na Yerin.

"He's always the one making the noise."

Na Yerin did not hesitate to answer. Of course, there hadn't been a single time since he'd been with Bi Ryuyeon that his presence had been quiet, but it was an answer that didn't sit well with Eunseulan. Perhaps she wanted something different. The fact that everyone else was talking about it was useless to her.

"Do you have anything else to add to that?"

Eunsulan wanted to hear something different.

"What's another way to say that he's fussing?"

"Mmm!"

Lee Jin-sul shook his head beside her, as if in agreement.

"The first one is the Iron Jade Sleeping Maharishi, the second one is the Lunar New Year's Day Dragon Long Tian Ming, what a splendid battlefield you have, you really are amazing, really……."

Lee pointed to some of the big things that Bi Ryuyeon had done.

"I wonder what he'll do this time!"

Na Yerin responded to Lee's words with a note of concern in her voice.

"Ho-ho-ho-ho, I, Sojae, am very concerned about the safety of Non-Confucius, aren't you?"

Eunseulan didn't miss her chance. Na Yerin was taken aback by her sudden question.

"That's not what I meant. Please refrain from unnecessarily amplifying misunderstandings."

"Ho-ho, do you really have to be so polite, it's not like you don't like non-Confucius, right?"

Eunseulan glanced at Na Yerin.

"Nothing… I mean, I don't hate it, but I don't love it either."

"Ho-ho-ho-ho, you don't have to emphasize the back end like that, I wanted the front end, not the unnecessary back end. It's not like me to give you an answer to a question you didn't ask."

"That… that's……."

Eunseulan smiled a smile of conversion. She was mature in this way. Na Yerin, who had never been in a relationship, was no match for her. Na Yerin was confused.

"Should we stop there?

Anything more would be counterproductive for Na Yerin. She was building a wall against the world, and it was more effective to approach it gradually, one step at a time.

"More than that, I wonder what the fussmaker is up to this time?"

Eunsulan quickly changed the subject.

"Isn't this time he's fighting the rumored cold-blooded Chongnosa Binggum Nosang? Isn't it also rumored that he fought and defeated both Salt and Nosa?"

Lee smiled. It was a lighthearted remark meant to make her laugh and enjoy herself. But it was true that rumors were circulating that she had fought the Yeomdo. There were even rumors that she had fought and won, just as Yi Yun had said, but no one believed them because she hadn't a single scratch on her body.

"What nonsense! You're talking nonsense! There's no way such a thing could happen! Stop talking nonsense and get on with your cultivation!"

"Hehe… yeah!"

With his tongue poking out, Lee laughed. But it was a slightly forced laugh. She hadn't quite gotten the hang of it yet. Lee Jin-sul was dying to talk to her, but she didn't dare. She lacked the courage to ask about the day's events, so she couldn't make eye contact with Eunseol-ran.

"Please!"

Gumzon looked at Binggum and said.

"Leave it to me!"

Binggum replied politely.

"I trust your eyes to be more accurate than those of anyone else in this celestial hall, and I want you to tell me what you have seen and judged!"

Even so, his behavior had been suspicious lately. Su Hao's reports were unbelievable, with the two of them traveling together like master and pupil.

"Is that even possible for a social misfit like Yeomdo?

There were too many similar reports to dismiss it as a pure joke.

"Bi Ryuyeon?

It was a nuisance anyway.

The master sat in silence, his body covered in tiny cobwebbed wounds.

When their master, who was revered as a god in the Martial Realm, suddenly returned one day with a wound, Iceblade and Yin Dao thought he was playing some sort of East Sea prank on them. If there was anyone in the current Martial Realm who could have inflicted such a wound on a master, it was "him," the terror that had plunged the entire Martial Realm into a crucible of blood eighty years earlier, but "him" had already disappeared, dead or alive, eighty years ago, after receiving the training of his masters, the Martial Gods Yue Yue Lin, the Heavenly Martial Emperor, and the Martial Horse Gal Zhonghua. There was no way he would suddenly reappear eighty years later. If that had happened, the entire clan would have been overthrown. But instead, it was a boringly peaceful time.

He couldn't believe that in such a peaceful place, there could be a being who would dare to mortally wound a Martial God.

"Kwak!"

"Yes, Master!"

Twenty years ago, the inferiority complex of female names for Yeomdo was already in full swing, but it wasn't as explosive as it is today. Rather, they were, believe it or not, quiet people who you'd never recognize today. Until it happened…….

"You are the bearer of the Dry Yang Qi, the energy of the sun. You know that, don't you?"

At the sound of his master's soothing voice, the tears he had been holding back threatened to spill over. At this point, he was a good student, diligent and sincere.

"Yes, I'm well aware of that. You said that I have the right constitution to cultivate Sword Qi."

"Yes! You are a dry and yin body, which is suitable for practicing the art of fire spirits, but your energy is too polarized to be suitable for receiving ice spirits. It's a pity that both of you have a tendency to lean one way or the other, and… Guan'er!"

This time, Xue Yulin looked at Bing'er.

"Yes, Master!"

Binggum replied stiffly.

"Hehehe, you are always uninterrupted! Just as Kwak'a inherited the energy of the sun, you inherited the energy of the moon."

"I'm well aware of that."

"Yes, I know, you've always done everything so perfectly that it doesn't cause me much concern, but you're too cold! You should try to be more human.

As you know, you're a kung fu master, so you're well-suited to practicing Bing Baixin. But you are also well aware that your energy is heavily skewed toward the extreme yin. If you join forces, there will be few who can stand against you in this world."

It was a very compassionate voice.

"Master……."

Neither of them had the presence of mind to follow up with, "That will never happen, you're joining forces with this guy, don't say such harsh things!" There was a tacit agreement between them that they didn't want to look bad in front of a master who was about to reach Zen mastery. That would be the least they could do as students. But their master, true to his reputation, was not so friendly.

"You guys still don't get along, huh… Even if I told you to get along right now, it would only be a stopgap measure. If you continue to bicker and argue, how will I be able to carry out the dry heaves I invented!"

Both Ice Sword and Salt could not help but twitch with remorse. The master's clear eyes saw through their pretenses once and for all. Pausing for a moment in pity, Master Yue Yulin looked at the two of them alternately before quietly opening his mouth. There was no time to waste now.

"Kwan-ah! Kwan-ah!"

"Yes, Master, do as I say."

"Listen, I will give you my last thoughts and testament."

"Ma… what do you mean, the last straw?"

It was the first time either of them had heard it.

"When you descend and go to the Great Lake, don't tell anyone about my death! Many people think that the core forces of the Heavenly Demon Spirit have disappeared and only their remnants remain, but I disagree. They are not gone yet. Like a bear hibernating for the winter, they've merely gone into hibernation. I must be a tremendous obstacle to them, as they have yet to fully resurrect their power. They will not dare to reveal themselves unless they are certain that Gal Zhonghyeok, the Demon Lord, is alive and well and that my death is certain. Never announce my death, and if you can, conceal the fact that you are my disciples."

"Master… no. You must not go back. For the sake of the Martial Kingdom, you must not go back yet."

"This is a divine decree that cannot be disobeyed. Now my will will live on through you."

Eek!

The master took an object from his bosom. It was the last thing he had to leave for future generations. Now all that remained were his two disciples, who were nervous because they were so close. Not that they weren't anxious, but they had already run out of alternatives.

Boom!

Dry saliva slid down the back of their throats. Their hearts pounded with sudden excitement.

"I will tell you this!"

Auspicious radiance emanated from within the silk scroll as the silk cloth was removed.

"This… this!!!"

The two men's eyes widened in horror.

"Are you sure you remembered?"

"Yes… Master, black black black"

Tears fell from their eyes. Now they were sobbing.

"Yan Bai and Ice Spirit! Find the one who can unite the right and the wrong! The holy daoist Hong Yin and the holy sword Bing Lu will lead the way. He is the one who will unite the Taijiquan. Holy God, find the one with the aura of the stars!"

It was his last testament and advice.

"The talent of the Taijiquan! When you find it, work together to unite the Taijiquan! I have faith in you. I pray from the beyond that the formation of the martial arts will come from your hands. This is the end of my relationship with you!"

His body was covered in tiny, spiderweb-like wounds, but he remained stoic and unperturbed. But he was fully aware of how little time he had left to live. Yeomdo and Ice Sword both shed tears; they could not hold back their overwhelming grief.

"Master, tell us your enemies, and we will surely avenge you."

"Tell me the beast!"

Both Yeomdo and Ice Sword exclaimed in disbelief, but their master, the Martial God of the Taiyang God Army, who had been a part of the formation during the Heavenly Blood Tax, just smiled quietly and shook his head.

"That's none of your business. I have no regrets about this match. If I have any regrets, it's that we didn't win. Do not think of anything else until you have found the right person and united the Taijiquan!"

"Master, tell me the beast!"

Once again, Yin Dao and Ice Sword appealed to Mu Xin, but the Tai Ping God did not budge.

"I can't leave you with such a heavy burden. Instead, I'm asking you to help me, Xiao Yun, the child. I believe she will decide her own fate, but I want you to help her."

"Yes, Master!"

Tears poured from both of their eyes.

"We all die someday, I've known that since I took up the sword as an unarmed man. You shouldn't be so sad, then! I ask for a posthumous honor."

And Mu Xin closed his eyes in silence, leaving his glorious name in the history of the Warring States. It was a moment when the might of the Warring States fell as a meteor, but its name would live on as a legend.

"Master……."

Binggum brought his left hand to his bosom, an object that had never left his body since then. It was an object like the life of his master that he had shared with Yidou. It was something he had to protect with his life.

After a moment of reminiscing, Bing'er's gaze snapped back to reality.