Chapter 62 – Strange Person? (1)

Mount Sung.

One of the most famous mountains in the world, but to martial artists, this mountain holds a special meaning.

A temple located on the summit of Mount Sung, called a temple, but the name seems inadequate for such a great place.

Some say that the name of the place, which is said to be the root of all martial arts in the martial arts world, is Sorim.

Originally, Sorim was a place where there was no noise other than the sound of martial artists honing their skills, but recently it was a little different.

The smell of meat, which is forbidden in the temple, wafted through the air, making this place as noisy as a market.

In the midst of it all, there was a middle-aged monk who sighed as he watched the scene.

“What a sinful thing to do, Amitabha…”

The middle-aged monk, who habitually expressed his disapproval, walked towards the hermitage near the penitential hall deep in the mountains.

The penitential hall was a place where disciples who committed sins were confined.

However, as the Sorim monks also valued the cultivation of emotions, which was important, it was rare for them to commit serious sins, and the penitential hall was almost always empty.

The hermitage that the middle-aged monk was looking for was the place where the disciple who had left Sorim for a while due to the decision of the head of the temple to hold the Guryong Competition was staying.

“Homyeong, sentenced to death.”

A clear voice.

Whether he timed it well or was too late, when Homyeong arrived, she was already preparing to leave the hermitage.

“Hoyeon, sentenced to exile.”

“I’m glad I can greet you before I leave, sentenced to death.”

Hoyeon, who tied her long hair roughly, not unbecoming of a Buddhist, bowed her head with an expressionless face.

“Would you have left without me?”

“…”

A listless face. Wasn’t emptying all the worldly emotions the true enlightenment?

But there was no sense of peace in the face of the exhausted and unstable Homyeong, whose collapse was imminent.

Could she be sent back to the world alone, even for a moment, with such an unstable and anxious face that could collapse at any moment?

“If necessary, I can write my introduction letter to Baekma Temple, which is not far from here. If you need to stay for a while…”

“It’s okay, sentenced to death.”

A smile-like thing was forced onto her empty eyes, and Hoyeon lowered her head.

“I think it’s foolish to go with a body that has become a Buddhist… but if you allow me, I want to go to the place where my husband and child are buried.”

“Sentenced to exile…”

She still couldn’t let go. The deaths of her husband and son still tormented her.

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Even if she recited the Buddhist scriptures thousands or tens of thousands of times at Bulsa, her old wounds would not heal.

“Oh Buddha…”

Hoyeon resented her own helplessness, which could only seek Buddha.

“Well then, I’ll leave now, sentenced to death. Take care.”

“Yeah, be careful of the bandits. You have to be careful of everything when you’re out there alone.”

“…Yes.”

Hoyeon watched as Homyeong moved further away.

“The bandits… I have to stay alive. My late husband and son wouldn’t want me to meet them so soon.”

The abbot had worried about Homyeong until the day he died. He had saved her from the brink of death and forced her into Sorim, where she did not receive any recognition.

Hoyeon wished that Homyeong would value herself, even if it was for the sake of the abbot’s heart.

“Oh Buddha…”

“Oh Buddha…”

What kind of nun had come to find her? Or should she say, what had come to find her?

“Excuse me, nun? What brings you here…?”

“…”

No response. It was maddening to be stared at as if she didn’t exist.

But her face was pretty. The problem was the expression that seemed to be covered in malice.

Her body, hidden by her robe, was undoubtedly voluptuous.

She looked like she was the same age as her mother, but even as a nun, she was tempting. This woman must have had a husband.

In other words, she was a milf. It was a shame about her hair, but…

“Nun…!”

But whether she was a milf or not, and whether she had any dignity, were separate issues.

She had clearly been admitted because a guest had arrived, but what was she supposed to do if she acted like this?

She held back the urge to curse as she took a deep breath.

Creak.

At that moment, the door opened and her mother finally appeared.

Alright, fine, you fucking bitch. Even in front of your mother…

“Jegal Yeohyeop! It’s been a while! Do you remember Binni?”

“Isn’t that the Monga incident? It’s been a while.”

The woman, who was pretending to know her mother, brightened up when she saw her.

She’s pretty when you look at her properly.

“You look healthy, sentenced to death. Have you been well?”

“What else could be different, Binni? I just live day by day, as Buddha said.”

As they chatted, her mother introduced her.

“This is my son. His name is Kang Yoon-ah. He’s Monga’s sentenced to death.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Monga.”

And that was it. Even though Tang Jomyeong had thrown out all kinds of nonsense at me, this woman had nothing to say.

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I couldn’t believe it. After hitting her with a rude comment, this was the response I got? What a damn mess…

“My son, even if it’s a bit uncomfortable, endure it. Since someone else has come to Muryeong, just talk to them,” my mother sent me a message.

I didn’t know how she could tell that I was holding back my frustration, but at least I wouldn’t have to raise my blood pressure trying to talk to this person.

I wouldn’t be able to join the conversation anyway, so I focused on sensing the atmosphere around me.

Hurry up and come, a proper Muryeong guest, not this strange person you brought here…!

My prayer must have been answered because not long after, I sensed the presence of Baekho-dan’s sub-leader, Hwangbo Hyoseon, and another person approaching.

As the door opened, I tried my best to put on a welcoming expression, thinking that a normal person had finally arrived.

“Nice to meet you. I am Hwangbo Hyoseon, the sub-leader of Baekho-dan.”

Why did you come out?

Hwangbo Hyoseon was very pleased.

During his visit to Sacheon, he missed the chance to meet the woman who had reached the highest level of enlightenment among the orthodox women.

Hwajeol, Cheoldohu, Paeng Yeon-hwa.

The only absolute master among the orthodox women.

If Hwangbo Hyoseon respected his grandfather the most, then the person he wanted to aspire to was her.

He had accepted his grandfather’s request without much thought, but now that he had met her, it felt like he had received a special gift.

The short conversation they had while walking together felt more valuable than the betrayal he had sent to the other party.

But in the end, his steps mercilessly led her to the guest room, and Hwangbo Hyoseon decided to focus on the task at hand, suppressing his disappointment.

“Nice to meet you. My name is Kang Yoon-ah.”

‘Is this really my son?’

A sturdy body with a handsome face. A confident voice that exuded composure without being reckless.

His clear eyes hinted at the fact that his cultivation was quite deep.

“It seems that your training is not to be underestimated. It’s amazing that a dragon was hiding in a place where Baekho-dan’s eyes couldn’t reach.”

“You flatter me. I’ve been learning a lot lately, but I still have to train more to be worthy of being called a dragon.”

Despite his words, Jegal Mireyeong had a very proud expression. It hadn’t been long since he became her son…?

‘Well, it’s understandable.’

He had supported her during her time of emotional turmoil and had even helped her overcome it.

If their emotional exchange wasn’t strong, that would have been strange too.

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For a moment, they exchanged pleasantries and finally, Hwangbo Hyoseon got to the point.

“Kang Sohyeop, you probably already suspect it, but the princess is worried that you won’t participate in the Guryong Competition, even though you’re getting closer.”

“…”

“Sohyeop said he wants to build up his skills a bit more before he challenges. But even with his current skills, he’s more than capable of winning the Guryong’s seat. Why is that?”

Hwangbo Hyoseon carefully chose his words so as not to sound like he was forcing him.

The fact that the leader of the orthodox faction was worried was a very heavy matter.

“…Hwangbosegae, I heard that there’s talk of the next Cheonhajeil Sword.”

“You’re talking about Kang Yi.”

“At my age, she already took the Guryong’s seat with overwhelming skills.”

“I remember that.”

“As someone born in Namha, I want to challenge for the title of Cheonhajeil someday. But if I can’t even compete in the Guryong Competition, how will the elders think of me?”

“…”

“See, it’s definitely Hwangbo Kang. The Cheonhajeil is none other than Hwangbo Kang. Even after 30 years, the elders will still say the same thing.”

Hwangbo Hyoseon read a tremendous obsession in the young man’s eyes. My goodness, this young man is truly aiming for the Cheonhajeil!

Unable to imagine that the obsession was about her own body, Hwangbo Hyoseon couldn’t help but shiver.

“I appreciate that the Muryeong Princess has been considerate of someone like me. I also thank Hwangbo Yeohyeop and Monga Satae for accompanying me this far.”

“…Sohyeop.”

“But it’s more important to me than the elders’ disapproval. Please understand.”

It was a firm attitude that would never be shaken by someone else’s words.

Hwangbo Hyoseon secretly sighed. It was regrettable that he had come to rely solely on his grandfather’s words.

But what he said was true. If he wanted to overturn the reputation of those elders, he had no choice but to engage in combat. Even if he won by fighting, he couldn’t avoid becoming enemies with Hwangbo Se-ga.

But it was also fate that he had met this enthusiastic disciple. Hwangbo Hyoseon felt good about it.

“How come… my Yoonie is thinking like that without me knowing, and his mother…”

It seemed like his true feelings that he hadn’t even told Jegal Mireyeong. Jegal Mireyeong added with a slightly mischievous smile.

“Son, if you change your mind, you can always tell me. After all, the earlier you get the name Guryong, the better…”

“Mother!”

Kang Yoon blushed and called out to Jegal Mireyeong like a scream, and Hwangbo Hyoseon’s heart was warmed by the sight.

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I thought that this was a strange relationship that was not connected by blood but by heart.

“But…”

It was Hwangbo Hyoseon who couldn’t remember where he had heard that voice calling him “Mother.”

Well, he had already spoken well for now.

He was interested in being the best in the world, but even if he became a supreme master, there would only be a few hundred people in the entire martial arts world who could match him.

Even in medieval China, the population was roughly in the millions, and even if only 1% of them were martial artists, that would be tens of thousands of people.

Among them, a few hundred would be enough to be considered wealthy, or even a top-notch expert. Even if there was the Cheonhajeil Sword, it wouldn’t be enough to satisfy his thirst for power.

By the way, I’m glad Hwangbo Hyoseon didn’t recognize me.

At that time, I managed to hold out without taking off my mask, but I never expected to run into Hwangbo Hyoseon like this.

“If he had caught me, things might have turned out differently.”

I have a feeling that Gyeomsung would have caused trouble for his master by being just as stubborn. A crazy dog and a crazy woman. They’re a perfect match, those two.

He still looked uncomfortable as ever.

“Let’s stop thinking about that for now.”

Now that it was getting late, I prepared to go to Peng Yeon-hwa’s hideout.

Originally, it was time to seduce his mother, but Peng Yeon-hwa, who had to have sex with me in the afternoon, was being held by the two enemies from that martial arts world…

“I’ll come see you and your mother later tonight, Yeon-hwa. Wait for me.”

I secretly whispered that to her, and Peng Yeon-hwa’s face turned pale.

It’s better than not being able to do it at all. On the other hand, his mother seemed a bit upset that she had been demoted from a situation where the two of them could have sex to a threesome.

I’ll have to pay more attention to her.

Ah, my penis is proud. Happy sex life!

It’s now around 9 p.m.

As I opened the window and put my legs on it, a strange breeze came in through the window.

No, this wasn’t the wind.

“Master.”

“Close the window quickly.”

The master, whom I hadn’t seen for quite some time, was sitting in a chair and looking at me.

No, do you interrupt when it’s time for two players to have sex? Seriously?