Chapter 132

Trampling on the Saplings

-Chi Sa-han's Sinister Plot

Chi Sa-han's situation report was longer than expected.
Lei Zhong-ming had to listen silently for a considerable amount of time.

"As I have told you so far, I don't think we need to worry too much about that child named Bi Ryu-yeon. After all, judging from the information we have gathered, his skills seem to be insignificant. The problem is Cheong-heun and Moyong Hwi, who will be accompanying this training camp.

Their skills are comparable to those of any top-notch master, so we must pay sufficient attention.

The goal is a certain kill. If not, cutting off an arm or a leg would also be fine. But if we want to avoid future trouble, it would be best to kill them for certain and silence them. It is the safest method, and the recommended method."

"Even if we are the Black Path, isn't that a bit too much!"

To send young children to the world of the dead just because they have talent...

If it were not for the sake of his lord, he would never have participated in such a thing. But before being a martial artist, he was a body bound to his lord. It was a shackle of fate that could never be broken, whether by oath or by affection.

"...It's unsettling."

"It is all for the sake of our pavilion. We cannot let our personal feelings get in the way."

"You weren't like this last time, were you?"

"This time is different. Last time, we were on equal terms in terms of skill, but this time, it might be dangerous."

"If it weren't for that incident, this wouldn't have happened... I understand! Everything is for the sake of the pavilion."

The quick-witted Chi Sa-han could sense that Lei Zhong-ming had finally made up his mind.

"I ask of you!"

A strange smile hung on his lips as he briefly bowed his head to express his gratitude. It was a strange smile that Lei Zhong-ming had missed and had not seen.

"Tell me what you need!"

"Yes, since the destination this time is Mount Wudang, I would like to borrow the power of the Dark Soul Hall."

"The entire Dark Soul Hall?"

Lei Zhong-ming's eyes widened. It was too much, no matter how you looked at it.

"Yes! First, I would like to deploy the Dark Dragon Squad under the command of the Dark Soul Hall."

"Is there a need to deploy even the Dark Dragon Squad?"

To be honest, it was hard to believe.

"I rather feel that it is insufficient, but I can't help it. Since the road is from Nanchang to Hubei Province, the existence of the Dark Dragon Squad is essential."

"Do as you please! I will give you all the authority! I don't want to argue about this matter any more! Although I can't accept it emotionally, I will follow it as it is the great young master's order. But don't forget one thing, even if you die. The fact that I am not a person who receives your orders!"

Lei Zhong-ming said, waving his hand as if he were too lazy to deal with him any more. Although he was displeased, he had no choice as it was the great young master's request.

"Thank you. Then I will borrow your power. Everything is for the great young master."

A strange smile spread across Chi Sa-han's lips as he bowed his head. Lei Zhong-ming was just very displeased. His displeasure index was rising on its own, without being told.

The work proceeded smoothly as he had wanted. He had given up on persuading the stiff, steel-bamboo-like Lei Zhong-ming from the beginning. Therefore, he had not even expected him to take an active role. It was enough for Lei Zhong-ming to just turn a blind eye and overlook it.

What was needed was his silence and the powerful military group that existed under his command, the Dark Soul Hall.

"Welcome, military strategist. I have heard the story from the elder. What is my task?"

"Please sit down first."

"I will."

As the leader of the Dark Soul Flying Shadow Squad, the Black Killing Saber, Gu Chang, sat down, Chi Sa-han sat down facing him and said in a solemn tone.

"There is only one thing for Leader Gu to do. That is..."

As Chi Sa-han's explanation continued, the eyes of Gu Chang, who had been listening silently, gradually widened.

"Did Lord Lei really permit that?"

Although he would do his best to carry out the given mission, it was a matter of a nature that was absolutely impossible, given the personality of Lei Zhong-ming that he knew.

"Of course. Do you think I would give a false order? I have already obtained Elder Lei's permission. Everything is for the great young master."

Since the Dark Soul Flying Shadow Squad was no different from Lei Zhong-ming's own limbs, Lei Zhong-ming's will was no different from the will of the entire Dark Soul Flying Shadow Squad.

"But... then, did the pavilion master also give permission?"

"How could that be! He has his pride, so there is no way he would have personally ordered such a troublesome thing! But as a subordinate, shouldn't one be able to read the mind of one's superior and act accordingly? I have already received a silent permission through the great young master."

"Aha! Such a deep meaning! I am impressed by the military strategist's high opinion."

If Lei Zhong-ming had heard this nonsense from Gu Chang, he would have slapped him on the back of the head grandly, but unfortunately, Lei Zhong-ming's eyes and ears were not here.

"Hohoho! You praise me too much! Then let's discuss the specific matters. Shouldn't a promising rice cake be trampled on when it's a sapling?"

"Let's do that!"

It was Gu Chang, who was nodding his head in complete agreement. Gu Chang had been completely taken in by Chi Sa-han's trick.

"Now, that is not far away. Let's deal with the matter as soon as possible before that is held."

"Do you have any brilliant ideas? It seems you have some plan in mind?"

"First, I would like to deploy the Dark Dragon Squad under the command of the leader."

Chi Sa-han said, as if he had been waiting.

"The Dark Dragon Squad! Do you think there is a need to deploy that much power?"

Like Lei Zhong-ming, a cry of astonishment came out of Gu Chang's mouth. It was proof that he was also surprised now.

"Are you in your right mind? The Dark Dragon Squad is the Demonic Heaven Pavilion's best special surprise attack group. Are you saying we should deploy all of them?"

Chi Sa-han nodded his head, even after receiving a gaze that strongly contained the expression, 'Are you trying to joke with me now?'.

"Of course. It is a necessary measure to resolve it most cleanly without leaving any evidence."

A creepy, strange smile spread across his lips. It seemed as if he were enjoying this inwardly.

"I understand. I will do so. Huhuhu... I don't know who they are, but it's a pity for them. Because they will never be able to escape from the hands of the Dark Dragon Squad."

The order had already been given by Lei Zhong-ming. Now, all that was left was to execute it.

"It is too much of a pity to miss this opportunity given by the heavens, when the targets are all gathered at once. Since the location is Mount Wudang, let's go hunting on the way."

"Shouldn't it be called fishing, not hunting?"

The Black Killing Saber, Gu Chang, said, smiling at Chi Sa-han. Chi Sa-han had to admit that it was a rather sharp point.

"Haha! That's right. They are competent fishermen. I believe they are the most reliable people when it comes to water."

"Hahaha! Indeed, you have no gaps! The military strategist is a frightening person. I understand. I will lend you all the military power you want. Everything is for the pavilion master!"

"I ask of you, leader."

Chi Sa-han bowed his head to express his gratitude. Since it was not something that would wear out anyway, a nod of the head was nothing. For him, it was an act that had no value or meaning.

Thus, the night of conspiracy deepened. As expected, it seemed to be a truth from ancient times that conspiracies, schemes, and the construction of the Great Wall were carried out at night.

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Moyong Hwi Makes a Pancake

'How did it come to this?'

Moyong Hwi could not understand the situation he was in now.
How did he end up in this state?
This was by no means clean.

'Leave it all to me!'

The voice that had been ringing in his ears at that time!

"Huu..."

He should not have just left it to him when he had said to leave it. What credit did he have to have entrusted all the necessary expenses for the training camp and the entire travel plan to Bi Ryu-yeon!

It was no use regretting it now, holding onto the railing on a boat that was flowing along the shimmering waves. It was already too late. The boat that was flowing along the waves could not be turned back.

Bi Ryu-yeon had not said a single word about the fact that such a thing was waiting for him.

Originally, when they went on a training camp, all the travel expenses, which were not luxurious but were not uncomfortable, were paid by the Cheonmu Academy.

But now, their appearance was no different from being a piece of luggage that had been added on. Of course, the treatment was not bad, but it was not something that could be understood either. It did not make sense to be carried around like a piece of luggage. The only convenient thing was that they were very skilled in traveling.

Moyong Hwi was sometimes burdened by their persistent gazes, which looked at him with eyes full of envy. He was not an ornamental animal in a cage, so he could not understand why he had to be a spectacle for them.

They say that life is a sea of suffering, and a continuation of the incomprehensible... It was Moyong Hwi, who could not understand his current situation from time to time.

Moyong Hwi, with all his might, vomited out the hot something that was rising from the depths of his chest with all his heart.

"Uwek!"

The first trip by water was interesting in its own way. It was Bi Ryu-yeon, who had always lived only in the mountains and was taking a boat trip for the first time.

Besides, since he did not even get seasick, which people with weak stomachs often experience, he could not help but be at peace. Therefore, Bi Ryu-yeon was the picture of peace, in complete contrast to someone who was burying their head in the boat's railing and was pale. In fact, it was rather abnormal for a martial arts master to get seasick.

Even now, Moyong Hwi was still in a fierce duel with his churning stomach.

"Hey, Hwi! Are you okay?"

His rival and senior, Cheong-heun, said, patting his back.

"I... I'm fine."

It was not a very convincing appearance.

Among the group this time, Cheong-heun was a slightly awkward existence. Everyone was inwardly dissatisfied with why they had to accompany Cheong-heun.

For the first-year Heavenly Sword Group, he was a senior who was respected but was hard to approach, like the sky, and for the Vermilion Bird Squad, he was a peer who was awkward to face.

But how could their feelings be compared to the complex and unparalleled feelings and heart of Moyong Hwi! It would have been the same for Cheong-heun.

But, when the situation actually came, it developed in an unexpected direction. These two, who had come to accompany them to Mount Wudang, had surprised those around them by showing a surprisingly friendly appearance.

Moyong Hwi and Cheong-heun!

The two had spent a month lying side by side in the beds of the medical exhibition. The injuries they had inflicted on each other in the final of the Sword Saint Exhibition of the Three Sages Martial Festival were that great.

But even so, now that they had gotten up from their beds, there was no resentment or hatred in the hearts of either of them. Rather, the feeling of admiring each other's martial arts achievements was greater. Although it was unavoidable that they still had various complex thoughts.

But was it because they had acknowledged each other's skills? It was the two who were showing a surprisingly close appearance after the final of the Sword Saint Exhibition of the Three Sages Martial Festival. They had inwardly acknowledged each other as their own rivals.

That's why, among the group, the only one who was paying attention to Moyong Hwi's condition was Cheong-heun.

Cheong-heun said in a pitiful tone.

"Haha! For the Seven Absolutes Divine Sword of the world to be defeated by mere seasickness and to raise the white flag, it's a strange story that will make the Jianghu world stir. Even I, who am seeing it directly, can't believe it, so who could even imagine your appearance like this?"

It was true. Nowhere in Moyong Hwi's appearance now was there the status of the Seven Absolutes Divine Sword, who was famous for being perfect and clean.

"I have no face to show."

"Oh, oh, I'm not trying to interrogate you! Just take care of your body. You'll get used to it soon."

"That's what I've been hoping for. When that time comes, I will have finally achieved my one and only wish, so I will have to thank the gods of heaven and earth. Uup..."

Although he spoke well, seeing that his face was still pale, it was clear that he was forcing himself to endure it. For a genius who was unparalleled in the world to be suffering from mere seasickness, it was a matter that felt a sense of disconnect.