Chapter 98 : Chapter 98

Chapter 98. Indomitable (2)

A few days ago.

Shocking news was delivered to the Unwol Sect Leader.

The news that Qingliang Xueshang, who had left to find the Hundred Yang Ten-Knot Grass, had been killed by the Ghost Sword Young Master.

Furthermore, the news that the Beggar's Gang had attacked the black market at the Great Ridge of Color.

It was an even bigger incident than when that brat had attacked the black market alone before.

Because it was an incident where an elder of the Unwol Sect had lost his life.

But there was a complicated problem in seeking immediate revenge.

The problem was that while currently at war with two other factions, it was too much to also face the Beggar's Gang.

That was right.

The Unwol Sect Leader was not worried about the Ghost Sword Young Master's martial power.

The problem was that, following Mount Heng, even the Beggar's Gang had become entangled with him.

Of course, he did not believe that he had killed Qingliang Xueshang alone.

He presumed that he had killed him through a joint attack with the Beggar's Gang.

Thus, the Unwol Sect Leader had come to Sichuan on the pretext of dealing with the Black Heaven Sect rats.

Because if the Sichuan Sword Clan dealt with him on their behalf, the attention of Mount Heng and the Beggar's Gang would be directed towards the Sichuan Sword Clan.

And as the Unwol Sect Leader had expected, Jang Muryong took the bait he had thrown.

"Do you know where he is now?"

"Hohoho. He is in a place called Heavenly Peak Ridge in eastern Guangxi."

For the past few days, the underworld figures of the Unwol Sect had barely managed to find a trace while avoiding the interference of the Beggar's Gang.

"How unexpected. I thought you would naturally discuss a price. Or could it be that you are trying to use us?"

Perhaps the head of a clan called the hegemon of a province was different.

Jang Muryong glared at the Unwol Sect Leader with a suspicious gaze.

The Unwol Sect Leader smiled faintly and said.

"That brat also caused a disturbance at a few of our black markets. But he is associating with the Beggar's Gang."

There was no need to hide all of his intentions.

Even if he revealed some of the truth, it was not difficult to draw in the hypocrites who claimed to be a righteous faction.

"But since he kidnapped the youngest son of the Sichuan Sword Clan, I thought that if the Sichuan Sword Clan were to step in, even the Beggar's Gang wouldn't be able to do anything."

After appropriately throwing a favorable justification to the other party.

The Unwol Sect Leader added one last thing.

"Ah. Perhaps it might be a bit burdensome for the Sichuan Sword Clan to be at odds with the Beggar's Gang."

At the Unwol Sect Leader's provocation, Jang Muryong snorted.

"How absurd. Do you think the great Sichuan Sword Clan would be afraid of some beggars?"

He got up with a very displeased expression.

"If I exchange any more words with a dirty underworld fellow, my tongue will rot."

He left the inn without even touching the lavishly prepared table with his chopsticks once.

On his way back to the Sichuan Sword Clan.

He discreetly turned his head and looked at the luxurious inn.

‘I just thought of him as a useful pawn.’

The presence of the Unwol Sect Leader, whom he had met in person for the first time, was considerable.

At least in terms of the power he possessed and his skill in handling it, he was by no means below him.

But he did not think he would lose.

Because he was the head of the great Sichuan Sword Clan and the First Sword of Sichuan.

Handling internal energy was not the entirety of one's skill.

Jang Muryong, who soon lost interest, turned his gaze towards the clan.

‘Heavenly Peak Ridge, you say.’

Jang Muryong was contemplating who to send there.

To retrieve his kidnapped half-breed youngest son.

And the alchemy skills that he had learned.

***

Heavenly Peak Ridge.

The days at the place that the Poison Immortal had once used as his residence passed slowly yet quickly.

For the first few days, I spent my time focusing on circulating my energy to heal my injuries.

Although the poison qi was pushed out, there were still several meridians that were damaged by the poison qi.

Still, perhaps because the medicinal ingredients the Tang Clan guy had prepared were quite effective, there were no completely blocked or melted meridians.

In my previous life, there were quite a few such meridians.

There were many experiences of fighting life-and-death battles to the point of hovering near death like this time, and there were also many meridians that were damaged from doing stupid things like trying to create a new divine art.

Judging from my previous life's experience, it seemed that fortunately, there were no completely hopeless meridians.

Occasionally, when my concentration was broken while circulating my energy to heal my injuries and I opened my eyes, I would see such a sight.

"Hehehehe."

The sight of the Tang Clan guy sorting medicinal ingredients while letting out a strange laugh.

"To think there are so many of these precious herbs."

That guy was definitely not in his right mind either.

In any case, apart from the time spent collecting herbs or gathering and hunting for food, everyone was focused only on training.

"Haat!"

My junior sister, Nam Geon, and the Tang Clan guy each swing their weapons and throw their bodies around.

I would watch them for a while while sitting down and give them a few words of advice.

After spending a few days like that, my internal injuries were completely healed.

From then on, I devoted myself to meditation and training to handle my internal energy.

What I focused on the most was the enlightenment I had gained from fighting the Human-faced spider.

I closed my eyes, observed my insides, and guided my internal energy.

I tried to operate the huge energy by dividing it into several streams.

It was difficult to even divide it into two streams, let alone four.

Perhaps because I had fainted before I could properly process the enlightenment.

The sensation from when my concentration had reached its peak had become blurry.

Well, it wasn't the first or second day something like this had happened, so I decided not to worry about it.

It was a good thing.

I was in a situation where I couldn't do any physical training anyway.

I decided to focus more on training to handle my qi this time.

How long had it been since I had been observing my insides while focusing on the enlightenment of One Sun, Ten Thousand Lights?

As if hearing a sound from outside from underwater, a somewhat blurry shout pierced my ears.

"Senior Brother, what are you doing!!"

"B, bro!!"

I opened my eyes with a puzzled feeling.

It was strange.

My vision was different from when I was usually sitting in a cross-legged position.

I belatedly realized.

That I was standing up with my sword drawn.

Perhaps because I was absorbed in the enlightenment of One Sun, Ten Thousand Lights, it seemed I had tried to draw my sword without realizing it.

As soon as I recognized that fact, a sharp pain surged from my left sole and right thigh, which were supporting my body.

It certainly seemed too early to move my body yet.

***

About a month after we had started staying at Heavenly Peak Ridge.

Sreuk.

The Tang Clan guy unwrapped the cloth that was wound around my left sole and right thigh.

It was to unwrap the cloth, tend to the wound, and then apply medicinal herbs and wrap the cloth again, as usual.

But it seemed there was no need for that.

"It seems to be all healed."

He said it would take two months, but as expected, physicians were a bunch of liars.

It was over when it was reasonably healed, but they would recommend resting more even when there was no pain, saying things like "complete recovery" and what not.

As expected, the Tang Clan guy spouted nonsense.

"Haa. It may look like this on the outside, but it's not completely healed yet. Above all, it will be weaker than other parts, so don't overdo it. There's a risk of the wound reopening."

"What's weakened can be strengthened through training. This is rather good. Since my legs are healed, I'll go to Ghost Spirit Valley."

The Human-faced spider's poison core.

To be precise, the corpse of the Human-faced spider was still there as it was.

There was no need to worry about it being stolen or some ignorant beast taking it.

Because of the poison qi flowing from the corpse of that Human-faced spider, if a person or an animal were to approach it recklessly, they would die screaming.

Also, the medicinal ingredients needed to neutralize the poison core were already prepared.

Now, all that was left was to extract the poison core from the corpse and make a pill.

Finally, after a month, I took a step with my own two feet.

Thud. Thud.

But before I could even leave the fence surrounding our residence.

I had to stop walking.

"It seems we'll have to postpone getting the poison core for a while."

"Are your legs bothering you?"

I shook my head at the Tang Clan guy's question and answered.

"They might become uncomfortable again soon."

I drew the Restoring Name Sword.

"Everyone, prepare for battle!"

As soon as my words ended, figures clad in black began to appear one by one from between the bushes.

Among them.

I saw one old man with a very familiar face.

"You're still a brat with good senses."

"It seems you were lucky enough to return from the afterlife. Old slave man."

The hunting dog of the Sichuan Sword Clan.

The old man who had chosen a life of slavery for himself.

Jang Ik, the First Killing of Sichuan, smiled bitterly and said.

"The wound you inflicted on me was so painful that I couldn't cross over to the afterlife."

"It seems you've come back because you want to go to the afterlife."

The moment the elder was about to respond to my provocation.

A middle-aged man next to him opened his mouth.

"Elder. Please control yourself."

Although he was using a respectful title, for some reason, the First Killing of Sichuan looked wary and took a step back.

"Young Master Maknae. We have come to rescue you from that wicked man. So do not worry."

At the middle-aged man's words, the Tang Clan guy snorted.

"I'm sure I told you, didn't I? I am no longer an illegitimate son of the Jang Clan. My surname is Tang, so do not look for me anymore. Even if the Sword Shadow Unit Leader himself has come, I have no intention of returning."

Unlike his usual self, the Tang Clan guy answered boldly.

Listening to the Tang Clan guy's words, it seemed that the middle-aged man was the leader of one of the Jang Clan's martial units.

It didn't seem to be a mediocre martial unit.

He was from a branch family, but he was at a level where an elder would be wary of him.

No.

Even without the reaction of the First Killing of Sichuan, I could roughly tell.

Because of the real battles and duels I had experienced so far, and the presence that was subtly leaking from that person.

That guy also seemed to be a master of the same level as the First Killing of Sichuan.

The Sword Shadow Unit Leader, who had been shaking his head, opened his mouth.

"It seems you've been thoroughly brainwashed while I wasn't looking."

"You speak strangely. Unit Leader. I wasn't brainwashed, I was freed from brainwashing."

I discreetly interjected into the conversation between the Sword Shadow Unit Leader and the Tang Clan guy.

"The ones who acted like kings in Sichuan have come all this way. How did you know we were here?"

Come to think of it, it was a strange thing in many ways.

From Seongdo in Sichuan to eastern Guangxi Province here.

Considering the vast landmass of the Central Plains, it was relatively close, but in fact, it was a distance that would take at least fifty days to travel on foot.

Even if those guys had traveled by horse, carriage, and movement arts, it meant it would take them at least a fortnight to get here.

But we had only been here for about a month.

It would be a different story if the Sichuan Sword Clan were scattered throughout the Central Plains like the Beggar's Gang.

But for them, who were clustered together only in Sichuan, to have received information so quickly and come here didn't make sense in many ways.

"Did you think the great Sichuan Sword Clan couldn't find brats like you?"

Ignoring the nonsense of Jang Ik, the First Killing of Sichuan, I glanced around and said.

"Now that I see it, it seems you were pretending to be a righteous faction while strengthening your friendship with the Unwol Sect behind their backs."

If there was a faction that could spread information about us to those who were in Sichuan, it would eventually be the Unwol Sect.

As I had expected, a few of them contorted their faces or showed signs of flinching.

These guys are connected to the Unwol Sect.

Normally, it would be news to rejoice about, but I didn't feel like laughing.

Because the situation was not good.

The two in front.

The Sword Shadow Unit Leader and the First Killing of Sichuan were the problem.

I had the experience of winning against the First Killing of Sichuan once, but I was lucky then.

He was careless, and my gamble had paid off perfectly.

Of course, I had also grown in the meantime.

I was confident that I could beat him this time too.

However, if that Sword Shadow Unit Leader guy joined in, it would not be an easy task.

But amusingly, it was better for me to be attacked by those two.

Because right now, among the party members, there was no one who could face those two.

A pill made from the Human-faced spider's poison core.

It would be a different story after my junior sister had absorbed all its energy and everyone in the party had grown a little more.

That was why I had to endure those two alone.

The moment even one of them slipped past to the rear.

The lives of the party members would be in danger.

This was also the reason why I had looked around while pretending to mention the Unwol Sect.

To see if there was an opening for the party to escape.

But I couldn't see any openings.

The ones who had revealed themselves from between the bushes were a total of twenty, and from the moment they had revealed themselves, they had formed a circular formation and surrounded our residence.

They all seemed to be at least first-rate masters, and they were all holding something in their mouths.

It seemed to be a poison resistance bead that they had prepared in advance because of the incident where they had been tricked by the Tang Clan guy's bluff before.

While I was observing the ones who had formed the circular formation.

The Sword Shadow Unit Leader opened his mouth.

"You're looking for a place to run like a rat. Sword Shadow Unit, dispose of the other two except for the youngest master!"

As if there was no need to talk anymore, the Sword Shadow Unit Leader charged towards me.

"Break through the path and escape!"

I also shouted so to the party and swung the Restoring Name Sword to face the Sword Shadow Unit Leader.

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