Yellow Dragon Lord, Genius Swordsman
Episode 3
“That’s nonsense!”
“How could anyone make such a demand unless they are crazy?”
The story of the Emperor Wu of the Yellow Dragon.
The place was once again shaken by loud shouts and roars.
“That’s not worth listening to, soldier! Let’s give that son of a bitch a Chidogon and kick him out!”
“It was a ridiculous story from the beginning. Who would believe that a first-class warrior whose name is not even known would kill the Blood Heavenly Demon?”
“We must summon the Gansu Province branch manager, Oh Du-seok, and hold him strictly accountable!”
Just random cries that come out of the blue, swept up in emotions.
However, not everyone is thoughtless, so opposition opinions began to emerge little by little.
“This isn’t a problem that warrants such a fuss. If that guy really did kill the Blood Heavenly Demon, what are you going to do?”
“Besides, his demands are not unreasonable in themselves.”
“If everything is true, then he is not only a hero of the Murim Alliance, but of the entire Baekdo Murim! It is ridiculous to say that he would let go of Chidogon.”
“Then what? Are you saying we should dedicate the Yellow Dragon Castle like this?”
“That’s not it, but… … .”
Before we knew it, the martial arts masters of the Muwangjeon were divided into two factions.
There are those who want to just kick out Dan Sa-hyeok and those who say that it shouldn’t be done.
It was a confrontation between the so-called radicals and moderates.
Ultimately, it is the military commander’s job to coordinate the two sides.
So his mind was complicated.
“The military should say something! Are you planning on handing Hwangryongseong over to him like this?”
“That’s not it.”
After much urging from a certain scholar, Sima Jin finally opened his mouth.
“First of all, we need to confirm the authenticity of the Blood Dragon Sword that he is hiding. We will also need to send someone to Gansu Province to confirm the death of the Blood Heavenly Demon… … .”
“And what if it’s true?”
This time, a question from the moderates.
Samajin, who had been thinking for a moment, opened his mouth.
“That was a promise made by the previous leader. It would be difficult to turn back now and say it was a lie.”
“In the end, you’re saying we should give the Yellow Dragon Castle to a guy we’ve never heard of!”
“If that’s the right way to do it, then shouldn’t we do it?”
The extremists were furious at the moderates’ counter-question.
“What is the right way! Is it right to just give up this place that our seniors have worked so hard to build?”
“It was promised by one of the seniors, the leader of the previous generation!”
Emotions on both sides are running high again.
Just then a loud noise shook the hall.
“Everyone calm down!”
A majestic cry, different from an ordinary scream.
The martial arts masters who saw the owner of the voice were silent.
“Namgung Gaju… … .”
“soldier.”
A middle-aged man bowing slightly to Sima Jin.
The leader of the five great martial arts families and one of the candidates for the next martial arts leader.
The current head of the Namgung family was Namgung Woon, the Blue Sky Sword King.
He was not only absent from the last meeting, but was also not even in Xi’an.
“When did you come, Namgung?”
“Well, it just so happened.”
It was a truly ambiguous answer.
It was clear that he had received the message from the Namgung family’s heir apparent, who had been planted in Hwangryongseong.
‘By the way, your skills in controlling the situation are still the same.’
It is said that it was because so many people were present, but Sima Jin didn’t even know he was there until a little while ago.
Probably the same for others.
He skillfully hid in the crowd, making no sound, and then suddenly jumped out, grabbing everyone’s attention.
It must have been truly a great feat.
“First of all, I understand the concerns of many seniors and juniors.”
Namgung Woon looked around the audience and said.
“It is certainly absurd and shocking to demand that the Yellow Dragon be handed over. But at the same time, it is also novel.”
“… … .”
“Think about it. Even if you set aside its historical and symbolic significance, Huanglongcheng is an enormous place.”
Excluding the ancient palaces, the largest building in Xi’an is probably the Huanglongcheng.
There was no doubt that it was the most valuable thing belonging to the Murim Alliance.
It’s just not something people can easily think of.
“The inner and outer walls are ten li long, and the main castle is three stories high and can accommodate more than five hundred people. The number of surrounding buildings, including warehouses, exceeds a hundred, and in an emergency, thousands of troops can be stationed there.”
“hmm……!”
“That means… … ?”
“In short, it is not something that one person can handle.”
“oh!”
“indeed……!”
The eyes of the martial arts masters light up belatedly at Namgung Woon’s remark.
Sima Jin, who had been quietly listening to his words, organized it.
“In short, what you’re saying is that even if you hand over the Yellow Dragon Castle to him, he’ll soon be unable to handle it and will want to give up.”
“Yes, military.”
Namgung Woon smiled triumphantly.
“If you have defeated the Blood Heavenly Demon, then your accomplishments will definitely not be those of an ordinary person. However, the world’s affairs cannot be resolved with one’s own strength alone.”
“indeed!”
“What Namgung Gaju said is correct.”
“Let’s tell that idiot to have a go at it!”
“Oh.”
Namgung Woon became serious at the shout that someone let out.
“You misunderstood the intent of my argument. I’m not really suggesting that we hand over the Yellow Dragon Castle to him.”
“then……?”
“Just as you all were convinced a little while ago, we will try to convince that man with the same logic.”
“ah.”
“Isn’t that obvious? Let’s say we hand over Hwangryongseong to him, even if only in name. What would happen if he, the lord of the castle, orders all of you who live here to leave?”
“… … .”
The atmosphere in the room has calmed down.
There were hundreds of people who brought all kinds of household items and jewelry to this place, which became like a home.
It is by no means a simple matter that not only goods but also hundreds of people are leaving.
Even if it was a temporary evacuation, the process itself would have been incredibly painful.
“Ugh… … !”
“Wow, definitely… … .”
“therefore.”
Namgung Woon’s gaze turned to Sama Jin.
“I hope that the military will take my words to heart and persuade that man named Dan Sa-hyeok.”
“Namgung Gaju, I have one question for you.”
Sima Jin spoke politely, but firmly.
“Did you think that Samajin would not be able to come up with the kind of thoughts that even His Majesty would think of?”
“……hmm.”
As the atmosphere became awkward again, Namgung Woon kept brushing his beard and squinted his eyes.
“So you’ve already thought about it that far?”
“Yes.”
“Then why didn’t you say anything to him?”
“Even if you try, it won’t work.”
A soft voice echoed through the room.
This was not Sima Jin’s voice.
Rattling!
“… … !”
The door to the Muwangjeon opened wide and light poured inside.
A shadow slides into the center.
Dan Sa-hyeok stepped inside.
He carries a sword in a thick sheath on his back, and holds another long sword in his right hand.
All eyes in the room naturally focused on her footsteps as she entered with a stepping sound.
‘Is the author that… …?’
‘Is that what you’re carrying on your back? No, is that a weapon you’re holding in your hand?’
‘That bastard with hair like that… … .’
‘Are you saying that you defeated the Blood Heavenly Demon, Cheon Mu-yeol?’
Thoughts floating through the air with hundreds of flashing eyes.
Dan Sa-hyeok walked to the center of the Mu-Hwang-Jeon without making eye contact with anyone.
Soon, a giant figure blocks his path.
It was Namgung Woon.
“That’s interesting.”
“… … .”
“You’re Dan Sa-hyeok. You’re the man who defeated the Blood Heavenly Demon. And… …you asked for this place, the headquarters of the Murim Alliance, Hwangryongseong. Is that right?”
“That’s true.”
“then.”
Namgung Woon respectfully accepted the offer.
“You deserve our gratitude and respect. You have truly accomplished a great thing.”
A sublime sight that leaves the viewer’s heart pounding.
Some of the famous martial artists were so taken with the atmosphere that Namgung Woon created that they unconsciously bowed to him.
However, Dan Sa-hyeok simply looked back at Sima Jin without showing any particular emotion.
“Bring it, soldier.”
As Dan Sa-hyeok spoke, before Sama Jin could respond, Namgung Woon opened his mouth.
“Bring it? What do you mean?”
“Evidence to prove the death of the Blood Demon.”
Dan Sa-hyeok, who responded to Namgung Woon, straightened the long sword he was holding in his right hand.
It seemed as if a faint energy was forming on the blade wrapped in cotton cloth.
Phew!
The cotton cloth wrapped around the blade was torn to pieces, revealing the chilling majesty of the blade.
A silver blade that feels almost transparent, with a dragon shape engraved in red on it.
There was no one who did not know the name of that weapon, which had a form that was difficult even for a famous swordsman to imitate.
“Blood Dragon… …!”
“Is that really the new soldier of the Blood Heavenly Demon?”
“I heard that he didn’t let go of his hand even though he was seriously injured during the volcanic battle… … .”
A beloved soldier that the best martial artist in the world kept by his side his entire life and cherished like a companion.
Its appearance here meant only one thing.
It really is true that the Blood Demon has met death!
While everyone was swallowing dry saliva, Dan Sa-hyeok’s indifferent voice continued.
“Now it’s your turn to keep your promise to the Murim Alliance.”
The promise of the Murim Alliance.
The martial arts masters who thought about it again felt as if they were burned by fire.
“Wait a minute! Even so, you’re asking me to hand over the Yellow Dragon Castle… …!”
“That promise was made by the previous leader! Now that he has passed away, it should be considered invalid!”
“As Namgung Gaju pointed out, even if you monopolized Hwangryongseong by yourself, would you be able to handle it?”
“So let’s start this story again from the beginning… … .”
thud!
The surrounding chatter suddenly stopped at the sound of a heavy metal sound.
The Blood Dragon Sword that fell from Dan Sa-hyeok’s hand was stuck on the floor, shaking faintly.
Everyone in the room felt as if their hearts were being ripped out by the cries that the blade was spitting out.
“Huh!”
“Uh, uhm… … !”
I could only watch with bated breath, trying to suppress my embarrassment and drooling.
Soon, Dan Sa-hyeok’s gaze pierced through Sama Jin’s face.
“Let me ask you, soldier. Did the previous leader say that he would nullify the pact he had made when he faced death?”
“That’s… … not true.”
“Then, is there a clause in the laws of the Murim Alliance that says you can easily ignore the covenant of a dead leader?”
“That’s not it either.”
“So, even if the leader has passed away, the promise he made while alive is still valid. Isn’t that right?”
“… … .”
“Answer me. Is it yes or no?”
“It is just as you… said.”
“Then the conclusion is clear. The promise of the leader is still valid, and the Murim Alliance must take responsibility for the promise it made.”
Dan Sa-hyeok turned his head and scanned the room, then raised his voice so that everyone could hear.
“I will give you ten days.”
“… … !”
“Please pack all your belongings and leave Hwangryongseong within that period.”
“That, that’s right now… … !”
“Are you saying you’re going to kick us out?”
Dan Sa-hyeok nodded at the shock that someone had let out.
“That’s what I’m saying.”
