Rebirth of the Thunder God

"That is. We came to kill the Fist King."

"Yes? The Fist King? You're going to kill the person who became the Iron Blood Fortress Lord?"

A statement that couldn't help but surprise Namgung Hui.

When you think about it, it would be true that the Iron Blood Fortress Lord, who had taken away the people of the Heretic Faction, was quite detestable.

But the Black and White Twin Elders were just old men in the back room.

Perhaps because they were preoccupied with their granddaughter lately, they didn't seem to have much affection for the Heretic Faction.

Nevertheless, the fact that they were trying to kill the Fist King must be because there was another reason.

Namgung Hui, who had sensed that, asked them again.

"Elders. You wouldn't be trying to kill the Fist King for no reason. What is the reason?"

"Why? Are you also in a relationship with the Fist King? I'm disappointed."

"No. Disappointed or not. Let's hear the reason."

"Tsk. Alright. It would be faster to show you this."

The White Elder, who suddenly threw a letter.

Namgung Hui, who had received the scroll from him, soon opened it and read it.

[Seniors Black and White Twin Elders. This junior is called the Fist King, Hwangbo Hocheon. In the past, we were divided into the orthodox and unorthodox factions due to factional logic, but just as you seniors are brothers of black and white, I believe we can also be together.]

The Fist King's letter, written in a rather grand and elegant handwriting.

Unlike his appearance, he was cunning and clever.

Even now, didn't his letter exude the smell of ink?

His handwriting was so elegant that it could be seen as that of a scholar.

Well, since that wasn't the important thing, he continued to read to see what kind of sweet talk he would lay out.

[...And so, to treat your granddaughter, I am sending a humble spirit herb. And if the treatment of your granddaughter is not possible, please bring her to our Iron Blood Fortress. I have invited a skilled physician.]

Namgung Hui wondered if that skilled physician was Dang Soso.

Because what she had been researching lately was a type of spirit medicine related to antidotes.

At the very least, even if she couldn't treat the severed meridians, she could help her fully absorb the ten-thousand-year-old ginseng king.

Because she would be more knowledgeable than anyone about the combination of spirit herbs and constitution.

‘But why did he say he would kill the Fist King after seeing this? It doesn't seem like there's anything strange.’

If you're curious, just ask.

Namgung Hui folded the letter and asked the Black and White Twin Elders.

"Elders. With my dull head, I don't know why you have to kill the Fist King. Please give me a lesson."

"Brother. It seems this fellow has also drunk a lot of alcohol. He says his head is bad."

"Tsk, tsk. As it is, the smell of alcohol is vibrating from this fellow's bosom."

It seemed they were saying that after smelling Chichi's alcohol scent.

Because Namgung Hui didn't particularly like alcohol.

Although he had wanted to treat them to Thunder River Wine at some point, since they had started abstaining from alcohol, it seemed he would have to postpone it.

"So what is the reason for wanting to kill the Fist King?"

"Not only is his head dull, but his eyes are also bad. Isn't it written there? That he wants our granddaughter."

"Isn't he saying to bring her for treatment?"

"Tsk, tsk. Child. How can you believe words at face value in this harsh martial world? Of course, isn't he plotting to hold our granddaughter hostage? And a ten-thousand-year-old ginseng king? Who would believe this radish is a ten-thousand-year-old ginseng king?"

The White Elder, who suddenly threw the wooden box he was holding.

Namgung Hui, since he thought that was a real ten-thousand-year-old ginseng king, was restless and didn't know what to do.

"Elders. Do you think that's a fake?"

"Yes. A fellow we've never met before would give such a precious spirit herb just to treat our granddaughter? Not a chance. Who do you think we are?"

"We are the Black and White Twin Elders. Hehehe."

Namgung Hui shook his head inwardly and fell into thought for a moment.

‘If they think that's a fake, can I just take it? If I clear up the misunderstanding, it seems I can.’

"Ahem. Elders. Would you listen to this junior's words for a moment?"

"I am willing to listen to your words at any time. Go ahead and speak."

"It's nothing else. The Fist King has really invited a skilled physician. Dang Soso, the precious gem of the Sichuan Tang family. She's also my friend."

"If it's the precious gem of the Tang family, we've also heard of her. From the Tang family, was it Tang Hojin? That fellow has a history of converting to our Heretic Faction."

Since he was the one who had smuggled out the Human Face Poison, it might be natural for the Black and White Twin Elders to have met him.

"So the Fist King was sincerely trying to treat your granddaughter."

"Not granddaughter. She's called Jeong Sua. Child."

"Anyway. Since he was sincerely trying to treat Miss Jeong, you don't have to worry too much. And since I've already finished the treatment, it doesn't matter how the Fist King comes out, does it?"

"That's true, but I was annoyed because it seemed he was after our granddaughter. So I pretended to join the dead fellow here and followed him."

Somehow, only the dead Dugu Family Head had become pitiful.

He had believed in the support of the Black and White Twin Elders like a rock, but in many ways, the old monsters were not ordinary.

‘Still, it's a good thing for me. They won't take the Dugu family's side. And it seems they won't stick to the Fist King either.’

Then a good idea came to him.

"Elders. On this occasion, how about giving Miss Jeong a chance to make friends? She must not have any friends since she's only been lying in her sickbed."

"We are here. What need is there for friends?"

"Phew... Elders. Are you going to be by her side for the rest of your lives? And would the Twin Elders have survived until now if they were alone?"

"That's right. That's right. If it weren't for my older brother, I would have died a dozen more times."

"Ahem. Since my younger brother says so, it seems it's true. So you're saying we should let our granddaughter make friends?"

Namgung Hui, thinking this was his chance, quickly answered.

"Yes. If it's the precious gem of the Tang family, she's qualified enough, and I'm also at a level where I won't be looked down upon anywhere."

"Oho. You're going to be our Sua's friend?"

"Yes. Originally, the disease of the heart is the most frightening. Now that she's up, she has to adapt to a new environment. Honestly, how much can you elders support her?"

"Keu-eung... That's the problem we've been having the most trouble with lately..."

Perhaps because of the generation gap, even choosing his granddaughter's clothes would be a concern.

Besides that, every time they had a meal, they would be worried about their granddaughter's appetite.

They had never properly raised a child, and.

Since they had spent their entire lives in the Heretic Faction, they had no choice but to be dull in this aspect.

"The Fist King. I can't trust that fellow, but I can trust you. Then you're responsible for our Sua?"

"I also have a condition."

"A condition? What condition?"

"Ahem. I've recently created an organization called the Righteous Heaven Alliance. Could you come there as a guardian? Of course, I plan to have Miss Jeong there as well."

"The Righteous Heaven Alliance? The name is so old-fashioned. I doubt if old men like us who have begged in the heretic faction can adapt."

"It's fine if you just lend your name. Anyway, since I'll be in charge of all the major and minor affairs."

Namgung Hui, on this occasion, decided to take all the power of the Heretic Faction.

The Black and White Twin Elders seemed to have lost their hearts for the Heretic Faction, and he even thought he could hold their granddaughter as a hostage, albeit not a real one.

"Younger brother. What should we do?"

"Older brother. I don't think the Righteous Heaven Alliance is bad. Besides, it's good that our granddaughter can make friends, isn't it? On top of that, if she can find a groom, it would be the icing on the cake."

"A groom? Hehe. Good. Good. That Righteous Heaven Alliance. I'll join it a hundred times, a thousand times."

"Elders. You can't say you don't remember later because of alcohol."

"Tsk, tsk. Child. A man's word is worth a thousand pieces of gold. We won't go back on our word, so don't worry."

Although it was a tone that didn't inspire much trust, even an empty promise was fine.

At least, if their granddaughter was with them, they wouldn't pull any dirty tricks.

"Alright. Then please have Miss Jeong stay at the Iron Blood Fortress for the time being. If she broadens her horizons and makes various friends there, it will surely be helpful."

"Ahem... Younger brother. Shall we also go, saying we're monitoring the Iron Blood Fortress for the Faction Leader?"

"Older brother. That's a good idea. Since we're going to join the Righteous Heaven Alliance, we're not joining the Iron Blood Fortress as the Faction Leader said, so it's fine."

Namgung Hui, as if the conversation was somewhat settled, picked up the radish... no, the ten-thousand-year-old ginseng king that had fallen on the floor and said.

"May this junior take this radish?"

"By all means. In fact, I was going to make alcohol with it, but since we're abstaining from alcohol these days, I'll leave it to you, junior."

"Older brother. Then what do we drink now?"

"We'll have to drink water. Ahem. Or we can drink when Sua is playing with her friends later."

In the end, the Black and White Twin Elders, who did not give up on alcohol.

In fact, although alcohol was harmful in a hundred ways, he wondered how much use it would be to them, who did not have much time left to live.

Rather, it might be better to drink and enjoy to their heart's content until they die.

As Namgung Hui had said, their granddaughter now had to learn to be independent on her own.

Making friends and broadening her horizons would be the cornerstone for that.

Since Namgung Hui needed to move on to the next stage, he immediately sent a signal to Jang Hwang.

Sallang, sallang.

As Namgung Hui sent a signal, Jang Hwang's talisman, which was quite far away, swayed.

‘My brother has finished his work. It's earlier than I expected. That's a good thing. Since it hasn't been long since the ghost gate closed.’

Jang Hwang followed the signal Namgung Hui had sent and went outside.

But, instead of the father and daughter of the Taejeong Merchant Guild, there were two old men with white and black hair.

Jang Hwang, since the time he had met Namgung Hui coincided with the time he had met the Black and White Twin Elders, was able to immediately recognize their identities.

"Jang Hwang, the sect leader of the Maoshan Sect, greets the Black and White Twin Elders."

Originally, if he were the sect leader of a sect, there was no need to be so humble, but since the opponent was who he was, Jang Hwang bowed his head to them.

Well, since they were his seniors in the martial world.

"Tsk, tsk. You're a polite child. Besides, if it's the Maoshan Sect, it's a sect we also know well. But I knew the sect leader there was a woman. When did it change?"

Perhaps he knew Jang Hwang's older sister and the former sect leader.

Jang Hwang also felt a little pleased that the Black and White Twin Elders remembered his older sister.

"It's been more than 20 years since I became the sect leader because my older sister left home. But do you know my older sister?"

"I don't know her that well. Anyway. Since you're out, take care of your business."

Jang Hwang nodded his head and approached Namgung Hui.

"Brother. Shall I raise this corpse?"

"Yes. I'll have to revive him with the corpse art and interrogate him a little."

"Alright."

The reason he had left Dugu Jin's corpse.

It was to extract information with Jang Hwang's corpse art.

Besides, if there was an item with his will attached to it among his belongings, he could also read his memories.

And Namgung Hui's plan did not end there.

‘I'll thoroughly use your legacy, Dugu Jin. The cuckoo trick you played on our family. I'll shake you down for more than that.’

Namgung Hui gnashed his teeth, thinking of Dugu In and Dugu Sang.

In the meantime, Dugu Jin, who had been raised by Jang Hwang, exuded a gloomy energy.

"Oh! Brother. The corpse has risen."

"It seems to be the corpse art of the Maoshan Sect. It's been a long time since I've seen it in person."

Namgung Hui walked up to the corpse-turned-Dugu Jin and met his eyes.

"Dugu Family Head. Who is the mastermind of the bloodbath that occurred in the Blood Cult right now?"

"The Great Prince... is."

"Alright. Then next question. Is the martial art the Great Prince learned the Star-Sucking Great Art?"

"No..."

Namgung Hui bit his lip.

If the Great Prince, who he knew had learned the Star-Sucking Great Art, was learning another martial art, that was none other than.

"Then did he learn the Northern Darkness Demonic Art?"

"It's not a demonic art... but a divine art."

As much as he was strong in life, his ego was maintained to some extent.

To even refute what he was asked like this.

Anyway. Namgung Hui felt troubled when he realized that the martial art the Great Prince had learned was the Northern Darkness Demonic Art.

Although it was not a unique martial art of the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult, they were considered the three representative martial arts of the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult.

First, no matter what anyone said, was the Heavenly Demon Divine Art.

Second was the Dugu Nine Swords, the family martial art of the family that was once called the Dugu family.

Third was the Northern Darkness Divine Art, whose origin was unknown.

Although it was now called the Northern Darkness Demonic Art, Namgung Hui knew very well that there was nothing lacking in calling it a divine art.

Since Namgung Hui did not have much time for the interrogation, he immediately shook off his thoughts and brought out the next question.

"Then the next question..."

But before Namgung Hui could even finish his words, Dugu Jin suddenly swung his sword at Namgung Hui.

And he still had the martial prowess of his lifetime.

(End of Chapter)