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Chapter 1638


Sewage water accumulated on the floor of a narrow back alley was broken by indifferent steps.

A narrow alley where two men could barely walk shoulder to shoulder. It is a common space that can be found anywhere, but something was different here.

The red lights displayed by each store on the left and right of the alley stung my eyes, and the acrid scent coming from no where was unknown and made my hair stand on end.

That’s all. The high-pitched laughter and angry yelling that kept coming from everywhere got on my nerves. Moreover, I felt an inexplicable darkness and malice, which made me feel indescribably uncomfortable.

It is literally a street of joy. Alcohol, women, gambling, and even violence.

A place visited by those who feel no inspiration in ordinary life. So, this alley, which is more dangerous than any other place and excites people more than any other place, was attracting passers-by with its dense red light like any other day.


And then a person entered the alley.

The eyes of those who were lying around drunk were turned to him.

Even though it is a narrow alley, how many people come here like moths to fire, intoxicated by the heat? The arrival of a new face wasn’t particularly special.

Nevertheless, the person standing at the entrance definitely caught the attention of others. First of all, his clothes did not suit this place.

Eyes that were out of focus stared intently at the clothes of the person who entered the alley.

It’s a school spirit. Clothing preferred by scholars, civil servants, and those who follow the so-called Confucianism.

Clothing that would be nothing special on a large street becomes something special in this alley.

Isn’t what the so-called ‘Confucians’ most reluctant to do is these dark caves filled with all human desires?

Before I knew it, a sharp light appeared in my eyes that were open.

Everyone is wary and reluctant towards those who are different from themselves. The appearance of heterogeneous clothing was enough to break the peace of this place, which had maintained its own order even in the midst of chaos.

Hostility began to bloom here and there.

If the person standing at the entrance to the narrow alley was an ordinary Confucian student, he would not have been able to handle this outpouring of hostility and would have turned away.


However, rather than leaving, the person standing at the entrance walked back in. The dirty sewage that had accumulated here and there splashed out from his careless steps, staining the Confucian’s ankles.

Although the menacing gaze continued to follow, Confucian walked as if he felt nothing at all. No, maybe all those looks are just meaningless to me.

The people guarding the alley frowned and looked at him closely again. Only then did he begin to see details other than school spirit.

The first thing that caught my eye was that the high-quality school clothes worn by Confucian scholars were dirty and did not match their value.

Expressions such as shabby were not appropriate. Being shabby means that the clothes have become worn and worn out due to poverty and time.

However, although Confucianism’s academic spirit was dirty, it did not feel old. Rather, it would be more appropriate to assume that he had suffered a major disaster in the near future and had no time to take care of his clothes.

In short, it was an appearance that aroused curiosity.

However, those who looked up and saw Confucian’s face could no longer pay attention to their clothing.

To be honest, it was ordinary. It was a face that suited the word ‘young’, but there was nothing particularly special about it. If you meet one or two people on the street, there will be one or two faces that will disappear after a while.

However, the expression and eyes were unusual.

Should I call it expressionless or emotionless?

Even the word cold didn’t suit it. There was literally not a shred of emotion visible on Confucian’s face. It was not the face of a quiet person, but rather the face of someone missing something. I felt like I lost something I shouldn’t have lost.

What are your eyes like? Although it was cloudy and opaque, a poisonous glow suddenly flashed through my eyes. At such times, Confucianism, which seemed completely out of place, blended in with the deep gloom of this space as if they were one body.


Confucianism passed through the alley without stopping.

Although his exhausted body stumbled once in a while, he never stopped, as if walking this path was a mission for him to never forget.


One of those who was watching him glared at him with a creepy gaze and spoke.

“What did you come here to do? “This is not a place for a brat like you to wander in and out.”

“… … .”

The Confucian scholar did not even look at the giant who was threatening him. I just took steps. The giant’s face, which took this as a disregard for him, instantly heated up.

Isn’t it true that those who cannot have a future cannot let go of their pride?

“This bastard… … ?”

When the excited giant tried to grab Confucian’s shoulder with a rough hand, a hand suddenly protruded from behind and stopped him.


When the giant turned around, he saw the face of a person quietly shaking his head.

“What, Hong?”

“… … “Send me.”

“A kid like that?”

“Send it away.”

The giant eventually nodded with a disapproving look on his face. When he looked back, Confucius had already moved far away from him. It probably means that he didn’t even pay attention to the giant’s words and actions in the first place.

“… … “Do you know who that guy is?”

“I don’t know his name, but I know his last name.”

“What’s your last name?”


“… … Ho(扈)?”

The giant’s expression changed slightly.

“Then maybe… … .”


Geohan looked silently at Hong, who had blocked him, and then slowly nodded.

I understand. Why did you tell me to just leave that brat alone?

If his last name is 扈, you shouldn’t touch him now. At least, if you still call yourself a human being.

The giant’s eyes were fixed on the back of the Confucian student walking unsteadily.


The difficult steps were taken once again.

– Give up.

Yusheng’s lips twitched.

– He is not something someone like you can do anything about. Don’t you know?

Of course I know.

He’s not stupid either. There are people in the world who cannot be helped no matter how hard they try or how evil they are.

Even though we breathe the same air and step on the same ground, the world in which Confucian scholars live is different from the world in which they live.

– No one will feel sorry for you, but they will help you. Even if you know it is injustice.

There was a faint laugh. It was an obvious ridicule, but he himself couldn’t tell whether the target was the person who had said those words or whether it was him who couldn’t say anything even after hearing those words.

– If what you want is revenge, you might as well just keep doing what you’ve been doing. With a lick of gall, until one day you are in a position to personally punish him.

When will that be?

After he grows old and dies? Are you saying that the one who committed a crime should go away living a life of luxury, and the one who licked his gallbladder should chew on the flesh of his children who were left behind? Is that called ‘revenge’? That?

– The world is unjust. Isn’t that why there are people like us? We must make right this unjust world. You can’t deny everything because of your personal feelings. No matter how far and difficult it is, aren’t those who follow that path Confucian scholars?

– I definitely don’t think he will enjoy his current power forever. Sin always demands a price. Even if you don’t have to get your hands dirty, he will surely fall one day.

– Isn’t your future too precious to ruin everything with personal affection? Isn’t it a pity that there are so many things you can do? We must see the great cause, the great cause!


Water splashed on my ankles. In the past, I would have hated it, but now I didn’t even look at it even when I felt my ankles getting wet.

What is dirty and what is clean?

Is the person in power who ruined a decent family by coveting wealth that may not have been particularly great to me clean? So does that mean that his family, who died indiscriminately due to the tyranny of that powerful person, is dirty?

What about those who always talk about the principles of righteousness but remain silent in the face of obvious injustice? Is it really clean?

I was extremely nauseous. What did you learn and what did you study?

The principles and laws he learned throughout his life. The system I pursued with all my heart and my good intentions toward the powerless.

Where are they all now?

I have been living my life treating extremely empty things like a shrine. If I hadn’t done that, if I had had the courage to laugh at those facades, I could have died with my family who died miserably.

When his father’s head was cut off, he discussed the duty of public alliance.

When his sister was murdered, he recalled the words of the saint.

Who is to be judged?

Is he a dirty bastard who destroyed his family with his reckless greed, or is he the one who laughed and talked about them without even knowing about their deaths?

Confucius said:

A gentleman looks for a solution to a problem within himself, and a poor person looks for it in others. According to what he said, the person who should truly be judged is the Confucian scholar himself.

But I can’t die yet.

As long as the dirty guys live. As long as they breathe. As long as they fill their stomachs with the family’s rice and moisten their mouths with the family’s wine, they can never die.


The Confucian student who had been walking shakily finally stopped.

In front of him was a large door painted red. Although there was not even a proper plaque, Confucian scholars had no doubt that this was the place that was his goal.

Because I couldn’t see any drunk people just in front of this place.

Even those who stumble under the influence of alcohol and robbers who have nothing to fear in the world dare to set foot in this place.

Soon, Confucius knocked hard on the door.

thud! thud! Coo!

He knocked until his hands broke, and as if he didn’t have time to wait for an answer, he pulled the door open. The unlocked door soon swung open.

Beyond the red door, it was quiet as if it were another world, and there was a heavy atmosphere. He stepped into it without hesitation.

“… … What?”

A person who was drunk and lying down in the garden got up.

Unlike the giant I saw a little while ago, his body was on the thin side. But the moment he faced him, Yusheng felt his body shrink instinctively.

These people are accustomed to murder.

Yes, I heard you. It is said that human butchers who kill people like they are breathing are gathered here. The author probably won’t have any more blood on his hands.

But Confucianism did not turn away. Because he can no longer have fear.

I lost the right to feel fear a long time ago. There’s only one thing left for him.

“I am… … .”

Poisonousness filled Confucian scholar’s eyes.

“It’s a nickname.”

“… … Household name?”

“Guide to your head.”

The eyebrows of the person holding the sword twitched.

Confucianism and Hu Ga-myeong added as if chewing.

“White-eyed ghost… … . “I came to make a deal with Jang Il-so.”

The Blooming of Plum Blossoms Mount Hua Sect

The Blooming of Plum Blossoms Mount Hua Sect

The 13th disciple of the Great Mount Hua Sect. One of the Greatest Third-Generation Swordsmen. The Plum Blossom Sword Master, Chungmyung.
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The Blooming of Plum Blossoms Mount Hua Sect The 13th disciple of the Great Mount Hua Sect. One of the Greatest Third-Generation Swordsmen. The Plum Blossom Sword Master, Chungmyung. After slicing the head of the peerless Heavenly Demon, who threw the world into chaos, he slept an eternal sleep on the peak of the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains. Jumping over a hundred years, he comes back in the body of a child. But… what? Mount Hua declined? What the hell are you talking about!? It’s only natural to want to live if you’re going broke. “Decline? Even though I’m here? Who would dare!” Plum blossoms eventually fall. But when the cold winter passes and spring comes, plum blossoms shall bloom again. “But I’m gonna die first before Mount Hua gets revived! If you’re gonna go bust, might as well do it right, you bastards!” The beginning of the Plum Blossom Sword Master, Chungmyung’s solitary struggle to save the thoroughly declining Mount Hua Sect


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