Chapter 87
"Ugh... it was just getting interesting."
The man, who had been covered in bruises and blood, got up from his seat, dusting off the dirt.
Although it seemed a miracle that he was alive after being beaten to a pulp, the men who had been hitting him were so surprised by his nonchalant movements that they fell back and hurriedly ran away.
The leader of the Dust Division, Tu Xingsun.
He, who had been enjoying his usual deviation, shook his head, looking at the man who had come to meet him.
Since it was not a very large village, the rumor would spread in an instant. It seemed that it would be difficult to play freely here anymore.
"You have a nasty hobby. How on earth did you live to have such a nasty hobby?"
"Don't you think getting hit like this once in a while helps with concentration?"
Huang Feihu, who had come to get Tu Xingsun at Jeshin's command, clicked his tongue, finding his answer absurd.
The four organizations belonging to the inner court, which were called the Red Flower Division, each had a leader, and they were all under the jurisdiction of the general leader, Huang Feihu.
Among them, the Flower Path Division had now completely become the people of the first young master, and the Red Moon Division and the Slender Moon Division were fortunately still loyal to Young Master Jeshin.
The problem was the Dust Division of Tu Xingsun, who was in front of him.
After the successor of the Black Contemplation Fortress was appointed, Tu Xingsun began to avoid the calls of Shiyue and Huang Feihu.
It was clear to anyone that it was a trick to change the rope he was holding.
But for Jeshin, who was gradually losing his power, it was very important to strengthen the internal unity of the current forces.
"The master is out nearby, so please follow me."
"What? To a place like this?"
Tu Xingsun waved his hands and moved his feet, following Huang Feihu.
Although Huang Feihu had had a friction with Tu Xingsun in the past while escorting a merchant guild to the Hermit's Valley, since he had entered the Black Contemplation Fortress and had been on the same boat, he had had a lot of exchanges with him.
He sometimes saw the appearance of Jin Tianxiang, who had been left in the Seo Won Escort Agency, in him, so he was also inwardly concerned.
"How long are you going to live like that?"
"Just as a dog can't stop eating shit, it's the law of nature for a butterfly to covet a flower. Rather, it's you, the general leader, who is living strangely."
"How about you get married to a woman you like?"
"Isn't it to meet such a young lady that I don't mind the night dew like this?"
For how many more years was he going to live a dissolute life to find a woman to be his partner...
Huang Feihu was about to give him another lecture, but he stopped talking because it was obvious that it would be a meaningless conversation.
"If you keep doing that, you might lose your life because of a woman someday."
"If I lose my life because of a woman, that is the death I wish for."
"Tsk."
"Looking at the situation, it seems that King Wucheng might go before me, so what's the point of this conversation now?"
There was a bone in Tu Xingsun's words.
Huang Feihu, who was walking towards the lake on the outskirts of the village, stopped his steps for a moment at Tu Xingsun's disrespectful words.
"The young master will win."
"Isn't there also a young master who has already won?"
Huang Feihu, without realizing it, put strength into the hand that was holding his beloved weapon, the Lion Saber.
Tu Xingsun was scratching his forehead, maintaining a proper distance from Huang Feihu.
"If you're thinking of betraying the young master, I'll cut you down right here."
"Don't create a scary atmosphere and just lead the way. In the first place, if I had turned my heart, do you think King Wucheng would have been able to meet me?"
Huang Feihu looked at Tu Xingsun patiently and then turned his head again.
He was right.
If Tu Xingsun, who had the most elusive divine footwork in the Black Contemplation Fortress, were to make up his mind, catching him would have been as difficult as picking a star from the sky.
As Huang Feihu moved his feet again, Tu Xingsun followed him, still maintaining a distance.
In the center of the lake, there was a pavilion built to enjoy the scenery.
In the pavilion, there was Jeshin and a woman with her face covered with a veil, and three men in masks were guarding their side.
"My lord. I have brought the leader of the Dust Division."
Jeshin, who was sitting in the pavilion and was talking with the woman with a smile on his face, slowly raised his hand upon hearing Huang Feihu's greeting.
As Huang Feihu stepped back, Tu Xingsun bowed his head and prostrated himself before Jeshin.
"This subordinate, the leader of the Dust Division, greets Young Master Jeshin."
"Young master? Was I not your master?"
"That is... ugh."
Tu Xingsun, who had been smiling, was suddenly startled by a headache and buried his head in the ground, swallowing a groan.
An incomprehensible muttering was flowing from one of the men standing by Jeshin's side, and perhaps because of that, blood was flowing from his ears, and the headache was getting worse.
Even if he used his divine art, the headache did not disappear.
Although Tu Xingsun tried to use his ghostly divine footwork to get out of this place, his feet were covered in dirt at some point, and the surrounding grass had grown and was tangled up to his ankles.
"I'll ask you again, Tu Xingsun. Am I not your master?"
"My lord! You are my lord!"
Tu Xingsun, who could not bear it, let out a scream-like answer with difficulty.
As Tu Xingsun answered, his headache disappeared as if it had been washed away, and the grass and dirt that had been holding his feet were cut off like rotten branches.
Tu Xingsun wiped the nosebleed that was flowing down his chin and stole a glance at Jeshin and the three men who were guarding him in fear.
Jeshin, who had returned to the Black Contemplation Fortress, and the men of unknown identity who had appeared with him.
As soon as Tu Xingsun had heard the news, he had deployed the Dust Division to find out their identity, but except for the fact that Jeshin had had a meeting with So Ho, the tycoon of Sichuan, he could not get any information.
It was something that anyone, not just him, could have expected that Jeshin, who was gradually losing his power in the Black Contemplation Fortress, was preparing his final move.
The situation where about a dozen masters had entered the Black Contemplation Fortress with Jeshin.
Tu Xingsun wondered where he had brought such masters of unknown identity.
"Black Mage. Your hand was too harsh."
A clear voice that tickled the ear pierced Tu Xingsun's ear, which was ringing with tinnitus.
Daji.
The woman of unknown identity standing by Jeshin's side.
A woman whom Jeshin cherished like a treasure, and there were even rumors in the Black Contemplation Fortress that she was his lover.
Thanks to the rumor that she had an ultimate beauty, even Jejeong was curious.
But since she was a woman who had appeared with masters of unknown identity, it was clear that she was related to Jeshin's new power.
"The young lady is right. It was a harsh hand for a family member."
As Jeshin expressed his agreement with Daji's words, the person called the Black Mage bowed his head and took an action of obedience.
Jeshin nodded his head as if he were satisfied and opened his mouth towards Tu Xingsun, who was still burying his head in the ground.
"Leader of the Dust Division, I need your strength to carry out a great task in the future. Do you understand my words?"
"Yes, my lord!"
Tu Xingsun answered loudly with a hoarse voice.
The fact that he felt a fishy taste in his throat could not be more unpleasant.
"Shiyue will give you another order for what you have to do in the future. I will assume that you will carry out the task without delay this time."
"Yes."
"I came out on purpose because the scenery here is good. What do you think, young lady?"
"It's a really beautiful place."
"Then let's walk with me. How suffocating must it have been to have stayed only in the stuffy Black Contemplation Fortress?"
As Jeshin got up from his seat, treating Daji like a treasure, the three men also immediately followed him and moved their feet.
Daji gently took the hand that Jeshin had extended and moved her feet as if she were walking on clouds, following his lead.
'Tsk.'
Tu Xingsun, who was watching Jeshin and his party, who were slowly walking around the lake and were getting farther away, spat out the blood that he still felt in his mouth and raised his head.
"You really don't know how precious your life is."
Huang Feihu, who had not followed Jeshin, took out a cloth and handed it to Tu Xingsun.
Tu Xingsun wiped the blood that was flowing from his mouth and ears with the cloth that Huang Feihu had handed him.
"Aren't you a personal guard? Is it alright for you not to follow?"
"It's enough even if it's not me. Since your body is injured, you should just circulate your energy."
A sense of bitterness was mixed in Huang Feihu's voice.
Tu Xingsun, looking at Huang Feihu, opened his mouth as if he were sneering.
"Although I was originally an outsider, isn't King Wucheng the one whom the master personally selected and has the most trust in? But are you just watching with your hands behind your back as those guys who have rolled in are guarding the master's side?"
"Don't talk nonsense."
"What on earth happened at the So family manor? The young master seems to have changed somewhere after he came back from there."
"If he wants to become the supreme one of the Black Contemplation Fortress, he has to change... how can he stand above the world without changing?"
Tu Xingsun irritably got up from his seat.
He didn't even feel like circulating his energy because he was in a bad mood.
Seeing the two people who were enjoying a cozy time while walking around the lake in the distance, he felt his stomach twist for no reason.
"Who is that woman?"
"You're talking again... Miss Daji is the daughter of Master So."
"So Ho's daughter... you mean that daughter who was sick in bed?"
Huang Feihu, as if he had given up on giving Tu Xingsun a warning, just nodded his head with a resigned expression.
"Is it possible for a daughter who has been in a sickbed for several years to be so healthy?"
"If you're thinking of something bad, stop it right now. Since she is a person whom the master thinks of as a noble person."
"Even if I look like I can't get enough of women, I'm a man who can distinguish enough."
"Hardly..."
Although he thought that such a man would carelessly touch a woman and get beaten up in the marketplace, Tu Xingsun was serious.
Although he had not seen her face, he could tell at a glance that she was an ultimate beauty.
But Tu Xingsun did not have the slightest thought of wanting to take her, even in his imagination.
It was a truly strange thing that he did not even feel a lustful desire and that she just looked like a pretty tree or a stone.
"It's true. To be honest, she doesn't look like a woman at first glance..."
Tu Xingsun swallowed his words.
When he had prostrated himself and had come before Jeshin, he had felt a gaze like a snake.
Although he had at first thought that it was the gaze of Jeshin or the three masters standing behind him, it was not.
A gaze that made him so tense that even the fine hairs on his whole body stood on end.
Tu Xingsun, for the first time, even thought that if death were to look at him directly, he would feel like this.
Although the physical pain was also a pain, Tu Xingsun's spirit was already in a state of being subdued by that gaze.
"Just compose yourself and go to the inner court master. A big event will happen soon."
If you sharpen a sword, you have to swing it.
Since they had brought in masters from the outside for a contest, a clash was a clear thing.
Young Master Jejeong was also gathering information about the suspicious people who had come in with Jeshin, and it was only a matter of time before they were discovered.
If so, the Black Contemplation Fortress would be engulfed in a great war.
"Are you really confident?"
Jeshin's skill, Huang Feihu's skill, and the masters of unknown identity were also surely great masters.
Although it was a surprise, since he was unable to move at all, it was not an exaggeration to say that each of them had the skill of a supreme master.
But the problem was that no matter how many such masters there were, in order to obtain the Black Contemplation Fortress in the end, they had to overcome a huge wall.
Everything of the Black Contemplation Fortress.
Mo Guangdi, Jeul.
The Twelve Honored Ones of the World and the number one master of the evil path.
As long as Wenzhong was still sick, who would step forward and to subdue him?
Although dozens of supreme masters could face him, just because dozens of deer gathered, it did not mean that they could defeat a tiger.
"It's not something we should worry about. Since there is a separate person who will face the supreme one..."
Tu Xingsun could not understand at all.
It was not as if a superhuman to face the Twelve Honored Ones of the World would spring up from the ground, and Yang Jian, who had appeared in Sichuan, had moved his feet to the Tang Clan.
"It seems that the prophecy that I and King Wucheng made to each other earlier was wrong."
"What do you mean?"
Tu Xingsun answered, sneering.
"It's because it's clear that we will die together."
(End of Chapter)