slip. slippery.
A splendid bale was carefully draped over her strong, stout shoulders.
The wildness of the unruly hair and wide physique blended exquisitely with the nobility of the sumptuous wrapping.
An expressionless beauty caressed him, while other women knelt at his feet and bowed their heads.
And in the back, far away from them, a middle-aged man struggled with his body.
"I salute the Grand Duke, Master."
back.
In no time, the outfit was complete.
Sasak.
The women bowed their heads and withdrew. It was a careful move, but it was very fast.
The bale man lifted a large drinking glass placed beside him. His back was still turned, so his face was not revealed.
Gulp.
He asked, emptying his glass slowly but without spilling a single drop.
"What about the third?"
A middle-aged man with a fighting spirit answered.
"I am currently moving in a wagon. We will arrive at the palace in no time."
"is it?"
"Yes, teacher."
The packing man lifted the bottle and filled the glass. The transparent liquor that gushed out was Geomnamchun (劍南春), a famous Sichuan liquor.
And the cup is emptied again immediately.
It's a speed that never rushes. Almost half of the time had passed until he had emptied the large gold-plated wine glass three times in a row.
Like any other liquor in Jungwon, Geomnamchun is quite strong.
Even though he emptied the drink like drinking water, the man didn't seem to mind at all.
"The Great Law."
"Yes, teacher."
"Guide the third to Panmajeong."
For a moment, the middle-aged man's eyes fluttered.
But that's for a while.
"I take orders."
The middle-aged man politely bowed and left.
The man in the bale gave a long yawn with a tired face.
"Is it winter?"
* * *
Doo doo.
The speed of the carriage was not very fast. Perhaps because of that, the inside of the wagon was very comfortable.
Chun Ha-jin swept the chair.
'It's amazing.'
It is not an ordinary wagon. The size is large, but the inside is gold-plated and, of course, a soft cushion is laid out.
It is so comfortable that you can fall asleep just by sitting and closing your eyes. Even after sleeping half a day here, I felt as if my fatigue would go away when I woke up.
It's definitely good to have power. The wagon the disciples are riding in is so tidy, how would it be for the religious leader to ride?
'Teacher.'
There was tension that could not be hidden on Chun Ha-jin's face.
'I really see it, but I see it.'
I vaguely thought that I would see Kang-ho at least once in my life.
The Uicheon Lord, it seemed that the old man who would not be able to eat it would send himself to the demonic school at some point.
I never imagined that I would see it after I was reincarnated.
'What kind of person is that?'
There is no one who has enemies in Gangho Murim but does not wonder about the Heavenly Demon of the time.
It has to be. Because he might be the strongest person in the endless world of Kuju.
A person who was, and still is, always mentioned as a candidate for the first place in the world, even though he never showed proper military force.
The suspenseful mystery aroused intense curiosity.
'No. It doesn't matter how strong he is. What kind of character does he have?'
Of course you can't be nice. He is the head of the Demonic Cult, which is said to be the worst group of strong men, but he can't be a good guy.
He must be a bad guy, but I can't tell how bad he could be.
If you're such a bad guy that you don't want to mix things up... … In fact, it might be dangerous to go and meet now.
He inwardly shook his head.
'It's not going to be the worst of nonsense.'
While under the Uicheon lord, Chun Ha-jin realized that there are many things in common with Jeong-sama.
One of them is that they all don't want a stupid boss.
If the demon cult leader was a person united in evil as rumored, there is no way the Cheonma Shinkyo could have been maintained until now.
A simple human being like that would not have been able to rule the super-large group of the Heavenly Demons.
Of course, you will be incredibly smart, and you will know how to control your emotions freely.
A person who knows how to control his emotions can never be immersed in either good or evil. Because you know the pros and cons of each.
That is why Chun Ha-jin judged that Ma Gyo-ju would not be such a vicious person.
Cheon Ha-jin, who fantasized about the Demonic Sect by himself, soon fell flat.
"It's okay, it's okay. Do you think that worrying about things will work out? I've already committed it, so I'll see you guys first."
He rolled around on the soft cushion for a long time.
But that's for a while.
"Ac!"
Chun Ha-jin stood up and shook his head.
"shit! damn it! Shouldn't you have been a little more careful?"
Are you still a demonic lord? Are you the Heavenly Demon?
Among those who served as the founders of the Chunma Shinkyo, less than 10 people received the title of Heavenly Demon.
And one of those less than ten people was the religious leader of the time.
How incredibly strong can I proudly call myself the Heavenly Horse?
'huh?'
Chun Ha-jin snapped his fingers.
Yeah, couldn't it be that the Demonic Cult deliberately promoted rumors?
Actually, I'm not that strong, but it's embarrassing, so I just promoted rumors to save face... … .
"… … Sibal."
It can't be, you bastard!
The word "heavenly horse" is on the same level as the name of a god in Murim, the magical city. There's no way they'd use that noble name just to save face.
In the end, as I thought earlier, what matters is not his inaction, but his temperament.
'still… … If I was weak, it would be comforting.'
Chun Ha-jin's eyes, which had been biting his nails in anxiety, suddenly changed.
'Isn't it? Still, I'm not a weak person enough to be beaten anywhere, right?'
Wasn't he also one of the top ten masters in his previous life?
Although he specialized in assassination rather than head-to-head combat, that's what he learned, so that's how it turned out.
'Besides, when I fought, I fought confidently.'
I don't know where I'm going to be treated as white noise, but it's true.
It's only once or twice that I hid and cut people's throats,
I was tired of doing it, so later I would put on a mask, enter the main gate confidently, kill only the target, and come out leisurely.
Even the weapons he handled were not one or two.
You might think that an assassin uses only daggers, memorization, and charcoal-coated swords, but in fact, most of them are like that.
He was an ingenious human being who used spears, axes, whips, mandarin ducks, etc., as well as even removing a window frame from a jjang stone and using it as a weapon.
There is no weapon he cannot handle, and there is no person he cannot kill. The strongest killer in history.
That was Cheon Ha-jin, the master of assassination, King Sal.
"Yes, it is. Whether my opponent is a heavenly horse or not, I am a human who has been able to take a shot in my own way, this is it."
Chun Ha-jin clenched his fists.
The myth of the assassination world that was called the best in the world beyond the world!
Even though he was an assassin, he was the first to be counted as one of the top 10 masters in the world.
At this level, even if you can't fart, isn't it enough to blow your nose? Besides, she herself came in as a disciple of the Demonic Cultist.
There is nothing to worry about.
"There is no need to be afraid, Cheon Ha-jin. Express your demands with confidence!"
Cheon Ha-jin, whose face was flushed red with overflowing confidence.
However, that confidence began to rapidly diminish in line with the slowing speed of the wagon.
"… … ."
Chun Ha-jin's left leg trembled involuntarily, and his index finger pounded his thigh frantically.
"Curham! How soon did you arrive? It's not as fast as I thought... … Suck!"
In an instant, Chun Ha-jin's face hardened.
'… … ?'
what? what?
'The feeling... … .'
It seemed dark all around, even though there was no problem with my vision.
It sounds like a buzzing tinnitus and a musty smell tickles my nose. Goosebumps broke out all over his body.
'master?!'
Just then, blunt voices came from the driver's seat in the distance.
"You are the Three Princes of Xiliang."
"Give me your entry permit."
"Here it is."
"Confirmed. Come in."
again and again.
The sound of horses hooves driving a carriage.
pop. pop.
Beads of sweat fell from under the chin.
'… … Damn it.'
As soon as the carriage stopped, I had only one thought.
'Sippa, you came in through the jaws of a baby monster.'
Whoa!
It seemed that my super senses, which had not been triggered even after using the dragon, were manifested without my knowledge.
The atmosphere here was extraordinary, to the extent that instinct forcibly raised the sensitivity of the senses.
'Why are there so many masters?'
Their presence was not felt. But I know the unique atmosphere they give off.
This is Yongdamhohyeol (龍潭虎穴).
It's not the level of a strong teenager, but even if there are enough super-professionals to be in the 100's, more than 5 are hiding.
And there will be ten times as many masters densely surrounding it.
Should I say it's a similar feeling to when you're trapped in the Heavenly Mansion and the Iron Blood Castle?
The numbers can't compare to that time, but the vagueness is more than that. My breathing was blocked and my head was dizzy.
'Did you say it was the Demon Shrine?'
Arriving at Gyojujeon seems to be the right thing to do.
'The escort is great. It can never be penetrated.'
The escort of the Uicheon Lord was also amazing.
Even if I hadn't been poisoned by blood, I thought it would take three months of tidying up to catch the Uicheon Lord.
Even then, the odds of success were less than half.
this is more
Although there are few in number, each one is extremely specialized in escort. Even so, inaction is at the top of the strong force.
It is impossible for humans to secretly invade this place. It is not unreasonable to be twice as strong as the King of Killing in his previous life.
'Crazy things! Are teachers so important? Why are you beating a soldier like this just because you're precious?!'
Chun Ha-jin grumbled inwardly, but that was because he did not know the physiology of the Heavenly Demon Goddess.
Cheonma Shinkyo is a Mu sect and a religion. In other words, the Demon Shrine was both the residence of the religious leader and a temple.
For them, protecting the Demon Shrine was like protecting a temple.
From the beginning, when you enter martial arts, you receive education specialized in escort.
The elite escort warriors of the new religious sect who have been selected and selected.
It is difficult for even the death king to infiltrate.
Koo Goo Goo!
I heard the sound of a door I didn't know when it opened.
"Confucius, please get off."
"Ah, I see."
Chun Ha-jin got off the carriage, hiding as much tension as possible.
"The teacher called Confucius to Panmajeong. Go with an attendant."
"Okay."
What else is panmajeong?
'Things I don't know are heaven and earth.'
I didn't bother looking into it because I thought it was going to come out soon. It's because I thought it would be better to fix my body when I had time to find out.
But now, I really regret it. The bloody atmosphere here seemed to fuel those feelings even more.
Chun Ha-jin walked silently under the guidance of an attendant.
how long did it take
Eventually, when we arrived at a small, dark and dingy door barely big enough for one person to pass through, the attendant lowered his head.
"Eat it."
Chun Ha-jin tilted his head slightly.
'Panmajeong? Wasn't it sperm?'
No, no. Let's act like we know everything. As naturally as water flows, don't buy any doubts.
The attendant straightened up and grabbed the doorknob.
Awesome profit.
Even the sound of the door being opened is eerie.
The moment Chun Ha-jin entered the door.
Whoa!
A light so strong that it was hard to even open his eyes poured over his body.
'Oh how?!'
Instinctively, I had no choice but to close my eyes.
and after a while
"… … ?"
Chun Ha-jin's carefully opened eyes widened in an instant.
"What, what?"
A new world unfolded before his eyes.