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The Blooming of Plum Blossoms Mount Hua Sect Chapter 1021

Episode 1021. What did you say just now? (6)

Who is the richest person in the world?

Some people will immediately think of the emperor. Because there is no one in the world who has more money than the emperor.

But the emperor’s wealth is meaningful only within the imperial palace. There are certainly some who think that they cannot be called ‘rich’ in the true sense of the word because they do not have the freedom to use that wealth.

Someone else might recall the golden kings Seok Dae-rip and Seok No-ya, the leaders of the Jungwon battlefield.

Just today, an unimaginable amount of cash and vouchers are being exchanged at the Jungwon Battlefield, the largest battlefield in the Jungwon region. Seok Dae-rip, who is the owner of the Jungwon battlefield and owns two of the top 10 players in the Jungwon, is truly the best rejectionist in the Jungwon.

But some people will shake their heads at those words as well.

There is more hidden money in the world than revealed money. Those who really move money are not in the bright world, but in the darkness.

Not only is it said that three generations will be wiped out just by touching it without authority, but it is also said that the orb of the dark ghost that touches all kinds of dark money, including gambling and human trafficking, is the one that touches the most money in the world.

Even if there is an exaggeration in that statement, no one can deny that the Black Ghost Jewel or the Mangeumdaebu is one of the three most wealthy people in the world.

The orb room of the Black Ghost Treasure where Mangeum Daebu resides was much simpler than expected. No, it was more appropriate to say it was desolate rather than simple.

An old, scuffed desk, an old, twisted chair, and books and ledgers that filled one wall were all the items in the room.

People were gathered in a bleak room with not a single cheap scroll or orchid in sight. They all had rather serious faces.

I’m sorry.

The old chair Mangeum was sitting on screamed. Mangeumdaebu’s hand fell from the abacus, expressing his discomfort through the sound of a chair instead of words.

In fact, Mangeumdaebu’s hands that bounce on the abacus never stop. At least as long as he sat at this desk, he used the abacus as a habit, even when receiving reports or writing documents.

Even after receiving reports that the Namgung family was invading Maehwa Island and that Jang Il-so himself was going to the Yangtze River to confront Shaolin, he did not stop.

That hand has stopped at this moment.


A cold voice leaked from Mangeum Godfather’s lips.

One of those standing in front of him opened his mouth with a stern expression.

“There are people who are slaughtering people in Hangzhou. According to the information we have confirmed so far, they probably look like a group of demonic cultists.”

The corners of Godfather Mangeum’s mouth twitched slightly.

“Magic religion?”


“Are you sure?”

“It is difficult to say that it has been completely confirmed. However, a survivor from the Hangzhou branch reported that.”

“There are survivors?”

Mangeumdaebu’s eyes narrowed.

“If you were to confirm that the enemy was a Demon Cult, you wouldn’t have run away as soon as you saw it, but you survived even after facing a Demon Cult?”

“It looks like they sent me away alive.”

“That’s strange.”

Mangeumdaebu leaned back in his chair.

“That’s not the Demon Cult’s way either. If the stories we’ve heard about the Demonic Cult of the past are really true. You can’t possibly miss this fact. “But is there a reason you judged them to be demonic?”

“⋯⋯The survivor said so.”

“That’s the answer…”

“Not exactly a survivor, but someone who was a survivor said that. They ripped off all the skin on his face, gouged out his eyes, and cut off both arms because he needed nothing more than his mouth to convey his words. “As if that wasn’t enough, he had a hole in his body and told him to only run forward if he wanted to live.”


Even the world’s greatest king was at a loss for words for a moment.

“By the time the rear guard found the survivor, he was already out of his mind. It’s a demonic religion. “I kept repeating the words that the Demon Cult had come until I died, and then died of exhaustion.”

“…I guess that’s right.”

A sigh flowed from Mangeumdaebu’s mouth.

Being cruel to Safa is not really an insult. It is even considered somewhat similar to the word bold.

But this went too far. No other sect kills people like this.

Only those who do not see people as people could do something like this.

“It’s a demonic religion. In that Hangzhou…”

Mangeumdaebu’s fingers were placed on the abacus. But his fingers, which flinched several times, could not move.

“It’s really messed up.

A self-mocking laugh came out of his mouth.

“This is the time… Why at this time?”

At that time, Wichung noticed and quietly opened his mouth.

“godfather. “I don’t know if this is presumptuous, but…”

“Let’s leave out the unnecessary unnecessary things. fast.”

“Yes, godfather. Although times have changed, dealing with the Demonic Cult has always been the entire midfielder’s job. “Shouldn’t we announce the rise of the Demonic Cult and receive support without making a fuss?”

“I guess I should have.”

“yes? If you do…”

“Unless the time is now.”

Godfather Mangeum spoke in an emotionless voice.

“If it were in the past, of course it would have been like that. No, there is no need to do such a hassle. “If we had just made it known that the Demonic Cult had appeared, the political factions who were playing Sinseon in Gangbuk would rush over and try to fight them.”

Wasn’t it ultimately the political sects who stopped the Heavenly Demon in the past?

“But not now.”

“How… Ah, Gangnam fire!”

Godfather Mangeum nodded.

“That’s also the reason. But the bigger thing is that Shaolin, which can be said to be the center of the political faction, is confronting Maninbang on the Yangtze River. “People who were fighting and growling at each other change their attitude when they see the sudden appearance of a demonic cult?”


“If that were possible, then he would really be a Buddha or a hermit, not a person. “It will take at least some time.”

Godfather Mangeum lightly glanced at my face.

‘The timing is so bad.’

Jang Il-so’s strategy of staying in seclusion on the Yangtze River and trying to divide everyone by confronting them unexpectedly led to the worst outcome.

But who can blame Jang Il-so?

Was there even one person in the world who could have predicted that the remnants of the Demonic Cult, which had not been seen for a hundred years, would emerge from Hangzhou at this very moment?

‘What if the Yangtze River is not fixed and the troops stop moving? It’s the worst.’

But at the same time, it is possible. Because it would be difficult for both Maninbang and Shaolin to take the first step. If no one bends, they will have to hold their ground until a knife flies in their back.

In that case, you will have to deal with them only with black ghosts.

That demonic religion.

Mangeum Daebu’s hand quickly flicked the abacus.

“There is no way the Demonic Cult could have preserved its power as it did in the past. At most, it would not exceed 30 percent. In that case, it must be seen that their actual power is not even up to their task.”

The reason for that decision is simple. This is because most of the power of the Demonic Cult that stained the central plains with blood in the past came solely from the being called ‘Cheonma’.

Mangeumdaebu naturally thinks that the existence of the Heavenly Demon is exaggerated. If all the oral stories were true, he would not be a human but something more.

However, after removing all the absurd legends, the human ‘Cheonma’ is also just as powerful. Since such a Heavenly Demon no longer exists, the Demonic Cult that has appeared now will not be the Demonic Cult they knew.

It will happen. No, it has to be that way.

Mangeumdaebu’s hand flicking the abacus became faster.



And finally, Mangeumdaebu’s wide open hand pressed down on the abacus. An icy coldness descended on his face, which seemed to have made up his mind.

“⋯⋯wichung (尉充).”

“Yes, godfather.”

“Gather useful people.”


The sound of abacus beads rubbing together was eerie.

Mangeumdaebu asked with a cold expression on his face.

“You said they bothered to send the survivors alive, right?”

“Yes that’s right.”

“That means they wanted to let people know that they are a demonic cult.”

“You can certainly see it that way.”

Mangeumdaebu lightly pressed the area around his eyes.

“Making yourself known means having something different to aim for. If I had planned to get it by force, I wouldn’t have bothered to use such a cumbersome method. “They are willing to talk.”

Wei Chung nodded.

What Mangeum Daebu said is correct. They may have something different to aim for and intend to achieve. Otherwise, if it was just a simple massacre, they wouldn’t have bothered to make it known who they were.

“What do you plan to do?”

“First of all…”

Mangeumdaebu nodded as if he had made up his mind.

“We should first check what they want. “You can’t gamble without knowing what cards you are holding.”

Wei Chung looked at Mangeum Daebu with new admiration. In some ways, it may be an obvious conclusion, but it is not easy to understand the situation calmly even after hearing that the Demonic Cult is carrying out a massacre in Hangzhou.

“I will come back.”


At Wichung’s words, Mangeumdaebu shook his head resolutely.

“I’m coming.”

“godfather! “It’s too dangerous.”

Godfather Mangeum answered coldly without changing his expression.

“No matter how old-fashioned they may be, they are people who have come out of history, but if they are truly a demonic cult, they should be dealt with by someone worthy of their rank.”


“There is nothing to be afraid of.”

Mangeumdaebu’s dark eyes stared at Wei Chung.

“Demons are just humans made of flesh and blood anyway. “If you are a human being who can communicate rather than an animal that cannot speak, there is plenty of room for negotiation.”

After finishing speaking, Mangeumdaebu was lost in thought for a moment.

Whether the Demonic Cult is stronger than he expected, or whether it has lost its former prestige and is now weak, dealing with them alone will only result in losses.

What if, by chance, the Black Ghost suffers great damage while dealing with the Demonic Cult?

‘That Jang Il-so’s blade will be pointed at us.’

The thing that the injured Seungnyang is most afraid of is not the tiger that appears from nowhere, but the group he was hunting with just a moment ago. And Jang Il-so is a Seung-nyang who never misses the smell of blood.

If so, the conclusion is decided.

“Get ready.”

“Yes, godfather. “I will fulfill it.”

Those who showed courtesy flowed out like the wind. It was a divine law worthy of a dark demon who regarded time as gold.

Mangeumdaebu did not even pay attention to those leaving.

Sigh! Sigh. Sigh.

The sound of the abacus moving gradually quieted down. At the same time, the sound of Mangeum’s breathing became increasingly faint.

“He’s probably not a three-headed, six-fat monster, so he’s still human.”

Humans cannot escape from desire. No, to be precise, there may be people who can suppress their desires, but there is no group that is free from profit.

If so, you can always bring it up to the negotiating table. Isn’t that the Black Ghost’s way?

But Mangeum Loan didn’t know.

There are people in the world who have absolutely no common sense. What a big mistake it would be to interpret such people within one’s own common sense.

The world has forgotten the Demonic Cult.

But… it will soon be engraved in my head again.

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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