Originally, all the cruise ships were scheduled to be burned. It was the easiest way to erase all traces.
However, because the Martial Alliance responded faster than expected, they could not burn the cruise ships.
Jin Sa-wol frowned as he felt that something was missing. Jo-rim said.
"If the Martial Alliance's pursuit continues, we will also be in trouble."
"It doesn't matter."
Jin Sa-wol had an expression that said this much trouble was fine.
"When we moved the Thousand Gold Vault and prepared to move, we expected this much."
At Jin Sa-wol's words, Jo-rim nodded. The problem was Lee Mak-jeong.
Jo-rim thought of Lee Mak-jeong and his subordinates who had disappeared far away and said.
"Now that Master Lee has joined the Namcheonhoe, the Martial Alliance will also be watching the Namcheonhoe, right? Although it's not the Demonic Cult, if the Demonic Cult members gather, they might call it another Demonic Cult. I think we need to prepare for a subjugation."
At her words, Jin Sa-wol was silent.
If the Martial Alliance's attack began, the Namcheonhoe could not withstand it. The best way to avoid their attack was to bow their heads first.
If they announced that they had no intention of fighting and offered a reasonable amount of gold, the Martial Alliance would also be quiet.
But that method was not possible. Although pride was a problem, there was no reason to be on good terms with them.
And in front of him was the enemy named Jeokrin, not the Martial Alliance.
"If the Martial Alliance comes, Master Lee will block them."
At Jin Sa-wol's indifferent voice, Jo-rim bit her lip slightly.
The reason Jin Sa-wol had accepted Lee Mak-jeong was for one thing, a shield. It was to use them as scarecrows to temporarily block Jeokrin and his subordinates when they appeared.
The Martial Alliance's attack would also be blocked by them.
"It's a waste to use them as a shield..."
"I don't trust them."
Jin Sa-wol said coldly and then turned his body. In an instant, Jin Sa-wol disappeared, and Jo-rim also hid her figure.
***
The Baekgeomun Blue Dragon Hall.
About ten men wearing white martial arts uniforms were lined up in the spacious main hall. They were all the grand masters of the Blue Dragon Hall.
The Baekgeomun was a place with the ambition to become the Martial Alliance. The four halls of the Baekgeomun were created by following the four divisions of the Martial Alliance (Blue Dragon, White Tiger, Xuanwu, and Vermilion Bird).
The only difference was that there was a Yellow Dragon Hall.
The central Yellow Dragon Hall managed the four halls, and the four halls followed the will of the Yellow Dragon Hall.
A middle-aged man sitting on the grand master's chair of the Blue Dragon Hall raised his hand.
"The third squad will go to Guryeon Mountain."
At his words, the third squad leader prostrated himself.
"I will follow your command!"
As the third squad leader went out, the Blue Dragon Hall Master stroked his beard.
The number of members of the third squad belonging to the Baekgeomun's Blue Dragon Hall was five hundred. The number five hundred was the scale of a medium-sized sect, and in other words, it meant that they could compete with a medium-sized sect.
The place with the most people in the Blue Dragon Hall was the third squad, and it was the place that charged at the enemy first.
The third squad had five team leaders. Among them, Mo Haeng, the first team leader who had been selected, entered Cheongchon, which was located at the entrance of Cheongsan in the northern part of Guryeon Mountain, with fifty subordinates.
A member in charge of scouting approached Mo Haeng's side and said.
"It seems there's a big fuss in Gangbuk because of the Demonic Cult."
"The Demonic Cult? Why those guys?"
"It seems they are breaking through the Martial Alliance's encirclement and coming down to Gangnam. They disappeared near Poyang Lake, and their whereabouts are said to be unknown."
"They'll be somewhere."
Mo Haeng showed a smile and headed for a large three-story tavern at the entrance of Cheongchon.
The polite warrior asked.
"What will happen if those guys go further south and enter Wuyi Mountain?"
"What will happen? We have to kill them all."
"There is a possibility that the Demonic Cult guys will avoid Wuyi Mountain and come down to Guryeon Mountain."
"If so, they will all die by my sword. Hoo hoo hoo! I wanted to see the blood of the Demonic Cult guys anyway, so it would be good if they appeared before my eyes. I'll have to see how great they are."
Mo Haeng raised his voice bravely as if to say not to worry.
"The Demonic Cult is our Baekgeomun's food, food. Do you understand?"
He patted his subordinate's shoulder, lifted the tavern's curtain, and went inside.
Whoosh!
In an instant, numerous men in red martial arts uniforms looked at Mo Haeng.
Most of them had at least one sword scar on their faces. The character '魔' (demon) was written on their chests, and the words '血刀' (blood saber) were written on their shoulders.
They had willow-leaf sabers at their waists, and the place was packed up to the second floor. There was even a man who was standing and eating noodles and dumplings because there were no seats.
They had stopped eating and were looking at Mo Haeng.
It was a look that said, 'What is this fly-like bastard?'
"Blood Saber... The Demonic Cult's Blood Saber Hall?"
Mo Haeng muttered with his eyes wide open and then, with a *seuk!* sound, he looked around the tavern.
After that, he tried to retreat, but his subordinates pushed in.
"Commander, what's wrong?"
"Let's eat here... Huh?"
The Baekgeomun warriors who were coming in while talking looked at the Blood Saber Hall warriors standing around the entrance.
Mo Haeng, who was trying to go out, rolled his eyes again as his path was blocked by his subordinates.
"Is it the Martial Alliance?"
"It says Baekgeom, you idiot. Can't you read?"
"Is this bastard crazy enough to want to die?"
"They're flies called Baekgeomun."
"Baekgeomun? What kind of place is that?"
"I heard it's famous."
"Should we have a go! Make him a eunuch!"
"Quiet!"
As a loud voice echoed, the inside of the tavern became quiet.
Mo Haeng was in a flustered state and couldn't do this or that. He wanted to go out, but that was also ambiguous.
Just then, he saw a person in his mid-thirties.
Unlike the other men, he was a man who smelled of a brush.
He was a person with a gentle impression, no sword scars on his face, clean skin, and wearing a blue silk robe with a long robe, not a red martial arts uniform.
It was Seol Jong, the inner hall master who had assisted Baek Ri-hyeok, the fifth disciple of Gung Ma-yeop and the general manager of the Blood Sun Palace. His position was the highest after Lee Mak-jeong.
"It seems to be the Baekgeomun, but why is the Baekgeomun here?"
It was Seol Jong who spoke informally to a stranger.
It seemed he had come out to create a problem, not to solve one.
Although Mo Haeng was in a bad mood, he thought it was time to endure.
This is just a passing road. So we will just go out. He was about to raise his hand to say that when a subordinate next to him, thinking it was a signal to attack, shouted.
"Even though you know we are the Baekgeomun, you are holding your head high! I don't know what kind of beggars you are, but you are all dead!"
Mo Haeng stared blankly at the subordinate who had shouted next to him. He was so dumbfounded that he was at a loss for words.
'What is this bastard? Is he a spy?'
As the subordinate's eyes met Mo Haeng's, he nodded.
'This bastard is definitely a spy. He's a spy.'
"Hahahaha!"
Seol Jong laughed loudly and then slowly drew his saber.
"I was a little bored, so this is good. I'll play with you as a post-meal exercise."
It was Seol Jong who swung his saber at the subordinate who had shouted loudly and rushed in. After that, numerous Demonic Cult members all stood up and swung their sabers.
Boom! Thump! Thwack! Crash! Crack!
Seo Mun-ryeon and Lee Mak-jeong, who were sitting in the private room on the third floor, frowned at the loud noise and vibration from below.
"Why is it so noisy? Is it a riot?"
When Seo Mun-ryeon asked, Lee Mak-jeong laughed lightly.
"My subordinates are full of vigor, so they sometimes fight like that. Just leave them be. They have to fight like that once in a while to release their vigor. As a bonus, their friendship will deepen and they will become close."
"You men... Tsk!"
Seo Mun-ryeon clicked her tongue and drank her alcohol.
"By the way, it's amazing. I never thought the Hao Faction would join the Namcheonhoe."
"We are just elders. We haven't become subordinates of the Namcheonhoe."
"In any case, you will follow the leader's orders, right?"
"If it's not a difficult task, well..."
At Seo Mun-ryeon's answer, Lee Mak-jeong showed a smile and drank his alcohol.
Lee Mak-jeong, as if he had thought of something, asked.
"I saw your escort earlier. She's an amazing beauty. Can you introduce me? What's her name?"
"It seems you want to die. What do you think will happen if you covet the leader's woman?"
Seo Mun-ryeon cast a cold gaze at Lee Mak-jeong, who was mentioning Jo Geom-ok. Lee Mak-jeong nodded as if he understood.
Since Jin Sa-wol was also a handsome man who stood out, he thought the two looked good together.
"She really suits the leader. They are a good-looking couple. If she is the leader's wife, she must be the main wife."
"What!"
Thump!
Seo Mun-ryeon, who had hit the table, had her hair fluttering even though there was no wind. Her eyes, full of killing intent, turned to Lee Mak-jeong.
"I am the main wife."
"Huh? That... that's right."
Lee Mak-jeong was flustered and raised both hands. Lee Mak-jeong, who had turned his head without realizing it, wiped his sweat with his sleeve and said.
"I misspoke."
Lee Mak-jeong, feeling Seo Mun-ryeon's killing intent, let out a long sigh.
'The leader must have a lot of worries.'
***
As the deep night came, about ten Baekgeomun members were seen kneeling in the wide open space in front of the tavern's rear garden.
They were all tied up, and they had sword scars and bruises on their faces and bodies.
Mo Haeng, who was sitting at the very front, let out a long sigh.
If there was one good thing, it was that most of his subordinates had run away and were still alive.
"Sob! Sob!"
Among the subordinates sitting behind, a few were crying, afraid of death.
"Are we being taken to the Demonic Cult now?"
"I heard that once you enter the Demonic Cult, even your corpse can't come out."
Hearing the subordinates' stories, his heart ached.
"Be quiet."
At the voice of a Demonic Cult member standing nearby, everyone shut their mouths.
-Piiik!
As a whistle echoed, the Demonic Cult members all moved to the front of the tavern. Mo Haeng and his subordinates stood up from their seats as the Demonic Cult members disappeared.
"Depart! Everyone, depart! Hurry! We have to arrive by sunrise tomorrow!"
A loud voice echoed like an echo. After that, the Demonic Cult members all disappeared from the tavern.
"Hurry up and untie me! You bastard!"
As Mo Haeng shouted, his subordinates began to untie each other's bonds with their teeth. A short while later, they untied their bonds and quickly ran away.
As they left, a lantern was lit in the room of the private house.
Jin Sa-wol was sitting in the room, and Jo Geom-ok and Seo Mun-ryeon were with him.
Seo Mun-ryeon asked.
"Are you just going to let them go? It seems it will be troublesome if they go back."
"Those guys have to go back for the Baekgeomun to pick a fight. The fight was not started by us, but by the Baekgeomun."
"Are you going to fight the Baekgeomun to raise the reputation of the Namcheonhoe?"
When Seo Mun-ryeon asked again, Jin Sa-wol nodded.
Compared to the Martial Alliance, the Baekgeomun was a small place. Of course, that was from Jin Sa-wol's perspective.
If the Martial Alliance was half of the world, the Baekgeomun was a very small piece of that half.
Jin Sa-wol asked.
"Is Wang Hong still not here?"
"There are many eyes of the Martial Alliance, so it seems it will take time. It will take a few days."
"Leave first. The Martial Alliance is chasing Master Lee. Since they have even mobilized the Beggars' Sect, they will find this place soon."
Hearing Jin Sa-wol's words, Seo Mun-ryeon nodded and then went outside.
Jin Sa-wol's and Jo Geom-ok's eyes met.
Jo Geom-ok stood up from her seat, approached Jin Sa-wol's side, and asked.
"You have a worried face."
Although Jin Sa-wol showed an indifferent expression, Jo Geom-ok noticed a slight change.
Jin Sa-wol, as if by instinct, wrapped his arm around Jo Geom-ok's waist and hugged her.
Although Jo Geom-ok was surprised, her body sat on Jin Sa-wol's lap. Jo Geom-ok looked at Jin Sa-wol's face and blushed.
"If I have a worry, is my desire a problem?"
(End of Chapter)
