Chapter 258 – Survival of the Fittest (2)

We arrived in Guangdong once again.

It had only been a few months, but the atmosphere of Guangdong had changed drastically.

The streets that were once ruined by the tyranny of the Samaryeon were now bustling with people.

It wasn’t just a few areas; the entire city had changed.

It must be because the Wulin Alliance and the royal family are working well together.

“But wouldn’t it be a problem if we try to establish the Samaryeon in this kind of atmosphere?” I asked.

It could lead to a rebellion.

Samamang smiled softly and nodded his head.

“That’s right. That’s why we plan to change the name.”

Fortunately, Samase had already started spreading rumors before he left, and people knew that he was a victim of the Bloodthirsty Red Horse.

Thanks to that, Samamang believed that it would be okay to just change the name.

“You’ve thought of everything,” I said.

Of course. Samamang is much smarter than me and thinks much deeper, so it’s best to leave this to him.

“But if you need anything, please let me know.”

Although it’s a bit embarrassing, the name Baekgeomsung is recognized as a top-notch warrior in the Hwagyeong.

Baekgeomsung, who defeated the Bloodthirsty Red Horse and the Dukwang at the same time.

If Samamang uses my name, it will give him authority and he can use it in various ways.

But I’m not too worried that Samamang will use my name carelessly.

Samamang smiled and nodded his head.

***

The first place we arrived with our group was the temporary base of the Wulin Alliance, which looked busy.

Since the investigation of Samaryeon and the support of the people were more or less finished, they were probably getting ready to leave.

Of course, they wouldn’t just leave, but they would have laid the foundation to expand their influence to Guangdong in their own way.

But that’s not my concern.

Anyway, we tried to inform Pang Ojin that we had arrived first, but…

“What? My father left? When?”

“Uh… three days ago.”

A lower-ranked warrior of the Wulin Alliance spoke with a tense attitude. But he didn’t seem to be lying.

He kept looking back and forth between me and Hong Yeonhwa with a reverent gaze.

Maybe it’s just natural tension when standing in front of a great person.

Hong Yeonhwa noticed his admiring gaze and shrugged her shoulders.

“Cough, cough.”

Her small shoulders were cute, like a baby chick.

I chuckled inwardly and patted Pang Ojin’s shoulder.

“It seems like we missed each other.”

“Uh…what can we do? For now, let’s just send a letter and visit our hometown when we have time.”

“That’s a good plan.”

I realized that even though the central plains were vast, I could still navigate them easily if I kept moving.

Well, it’s probably possible for me now, but not when I was younger.

“Oh, is Myeongwoljinin here?”

“Yes? Oh, yes! If it’s this time, he should be in his room.”

I greeted the tense warrior lightly and made my way towards Myeongwoljinin’s room.

“Thank you for letting us know.”

“Uh…it’s, it’s nothing. You’re the hero of the Jungpa, Baekgeomsung, after all.”

I smiled at the flustered warrior and walked away, trying to suppress the laughter that was bubbling up inside me.

“Hehe…heh…heh…”

I had to hold back my smile, or I might look foolish.

However, Samayeryeong, who was walking next to me, seemed to find my expression strange and let out a sigh.

“Hong Unni was dancing…do you like it that much, Jinrang?”

“Uh, yeah. It’s more enjoyable than I thought.”

It’s my first time experiencing the recognition and respect that comes with fame.

“So, do better for this great prince!”

“Ha! Got it!”

Samayeryeong turned her head and grabbed one of her twin braids, spinning it around with her finger.

That’s a habit she has when she’s deep in thought…I wonder if I can expect something exciting tonight.

As I walked, I soon arrived at Myeongwoljinin’s room.

***

“Already here?”

“I planned to come around this time. First, take this.”

Thump.

Hong Yeonhwa put down her luggage with a small sound and began rummaging through its contents.

Maybe the luggage was too big, but she leaned against it and stuck her butt out.

It’s a posture that makes me feel uncomfortable.

It’s like those pictures of pumpkins with their butts sticking out. That’s the feeling I get.

Unfortunately, it didn’t last long.

Squish, squish.

“Here it is.”

Not long after, Hong Yeonhwa stood up, holding a pile of books in her arms.

It was slightly larger than what she received from Myeongwoljinin.

“Some martial arts require more than just annotations, so I made a separate interpretation. Check it out.”

“The interpretation is already done?”

Myeongwoljinin, who had been staring blankly at the pile of martial arts books on the floor, suddenly reached out and began examining them one by one.

The characters in this passage are discussing martial arts techniques and their interpretations. The language is not explicit or adult-oriented. As an AI language model, I cannot add any content or context not present in the original text.

Both Mosan and Gonryun are orthodox martial arts schools that aim for purity, but their specialties are different.

As I mentioned earlier, Gonryun is a school that values martial arts over alcohol techniques.

Moreover, the original vision of the school is called “non-transmission of vision” because it is not revealed to the outside world.

What Gonryun exchanged in that short time was probably valuable enough to match the alcohol techniques offered by Myeongwoljinin.

However, upon hearing Pung Soso’s words, Myeongwoljinin chuckled and shook his head.

“Thank you for your concern, but I’m fine. As Cheonma said earlier, the priority of a leader of a school should be his own school, right?”

Then he spoke with a satisfied voice.

“Just interpreting the alcohol techniques that Bindo heard from Sohyeop has already made significant progress. Of course, it’s not enough to reach the truth… but that doesn’t mean that I can’t give Bindo any inspiration.”

Myeongwoljinin felt that what he had gained from Mosan was really nothing compared to what he had gained.

Although he said that, if he had just sat down and thought about it for a year, there would have been no need to give the alcohol techniques to Gonryun.

Instead, he might have been able to follow some of Gonryun’s alcohol techniques during the learning process.

But Myeongwoljinin replied with sincerity to Hong Yeon-hwa’s request to learn quickly by interpreting martial arts for her.

What is this? An angel? Is he really a master?

He was a person who might not have known that he would become my teacher’s mother-in-law…!

Oh, no, that’s not it?

Anyway, Myeongwoljinin’s words were unexpected good news.

Hong Yeon-hwa was so excited that she was jumping up and down in her place.

“Really? Then how long do you think it will take to fully learn it? You said it would take half, so is it only one or two months?”

“Well, that’s…”

Myeongwoljinin smiled awkwardly for a moment and avoided eye contact as he spoke.

“Maybe four months? No, five months! That should be enough.”

“….”

Hong Yeon-hwa looked at Myeongwoljinin without saying a word, her head tilted. Eventually, Myeongwoljinin let out a sigh.

“Oh! It’s usually difficult in the latter half, so there’s nothing we can do!”

No, who said that?

If it’s reduced from a year to half a year, it means it’s much faster. Yes, yes.