Chapter 195 – King Yan’s Disciple 2 (22)

Thanks to the effects of combat sleep, I slept well in an unfamiliar bed again today.

After confirming that there was no moisture left on my body, I washed my face and went outside.

“I heard a rumor about Young master Han.”

But the Zhuge Dynasty’s warrior, who must have been waiting in front of the door, came right up to me.

This warrior was with me on the way to Wuhan, so his face was somewhat familiar.

“I returned from training yesterday. Is there any rumor going around? What kind of rumor is it?”

“I heard that Hwaheeru’s Yeonhwa made such a loud statement?”

“Has that rumor already spread?”

“That’s right. Aren’t the information skills of people involved in Giru a bit fast?”

“There is definitely that aspect to it.”

The last courtesan to come in was named Eunwol, and it seems that the first courtesan to come in was Yeonhwa.

I was the first to come in and relieve the most positive energy, but I had lost my temper and treated him a little roughly.

As the positive energy disappeared, the memory of the moment when I lost my senses and committed a crime came back, and there was a scene where a courtesan named Yeonhwa let out a loud moan for everyone to hear.

“Yes. Well, it was my first time and I had so much energy that I had no choice but to do that.”

“Oh…! So is it true that you spent the night with five people as rumored?”

“Yes. I interacted with five courtesans at Hwaheeru.”

“Oh…”

“Even when I was in the Red Realm, I did it as if it were everyday life, so I didn’t do anything particularly special.”

This seemed strange because it was my first time, but I thought that if I stopped by Giru a few more times and people got used to it, they wouldn’t pay much attention.

I was going to find Master, who was sleeping in another room, but the entrance to the manor was noisy.

“What is that?”

It looks like a guy is going on a rampage? I asked the warrior of the Zhuge Dynasty next to me.

“Well… They say they won’t forgive a Young master for hitting Lady Yeonhwa.”

“What nonsense is that? Is that why you just asked me?”

“Yes, that’s right. But if you didn’t hit him, the sound was so loud last night that the people outside who heard it must have been mistaken.”

The warrior of the Zhuge Dynasty said to me.

“If you were an enemy, you would beat and kill her regardless of gender, but why would you do that to a courtesan I bought with money?”

Of course, I know that the money is provided by the Zhuge family, but I think of it as my money.

And when I had sex with Yeonhwa, it was closer to evening rather than night. Nothing is right.

As I was looking at the entrance, thinking I had heard some strange rumor, the guy pointed a point at me and screamed.

“Is that you, Mr. Han? They say you hit my… My Yeonhwa girl! I cannot forgive such rough behavior!”

A man stuck his face out among the Zhuge family’s warriors and shouted.

How did you know I was Mr. Han? After thinking about it for a moment, I realized that my attire was different from that of Zhuge Dynasty’s warriors.

“You say that Yeonhwa is my daughter, so isn’t Yeonhwa a courtesan?”

“Profit! Lady Yeonhwa, who embraced me with a bright smile, is the woman who will marry me! She asks you, who brought shame to such a woman, to marry me! If I win, never approach Lady Yeonhwa again!”

That’s because smiling and embracing the person who gave the money is what a woman with the job of a courtesan should do.

“Is he just crazy?”

She picked her ears, thinking there was a strange person there, and decided to go to say hello to Master, which she had originally planned to do, but Master came out of the room.

“Master, did you cough?”

I bowed my head as I took the gun.

“Oh, it looks like there’s an interesting clown outside. You don’t plan on dealing with it?”

“Yes. I’m not that reluctant.”

“You can get away with this because you are a martial artist, and you are staying at the Zhuge family. A guy like that is sure to cause an accident.”

Master said when he saw the man still arguing with the gatekeepers at the entrance.

What if I was an ordinary person, not a martial artist, and I just stayed at home or in a guesthouse? I thought it would be really difficult if a guy like that came to visit.

No. But you never hit me? Do I have to deal with it? I hated it because it felt like I was acknowledging it the moment I interacted with it.

“Master, would you like to be beaten for someone other than me?”

“Do as you wish. You may not be a good partner to check the results of your training, but wouldn’t it still be fun?”

They told me to do whatever I wanted, but it seems like they told me to give it a try.

“Okay, Master. I’ll finish it quickly and come back.”

I turned back to the entrance.

“This guy… If he believes in King Yeom and does that!”

It looks like our master is scary.

“Okay. Let’s have a fight here. You can let go.”

When Zhuge Dynasty’s warriors let go of the strange man, the man pulled a sword from his waist.

His posture was much better than I thought, considering he wasn’t a guy who didn’t learn martial arts at all.

“I…”

“That’s it. Come on.”

“Profit!!!”

A man came running with a sword, frowning.

Since I don’t have the White Flame Fist Armor, I’ll just have to finish it off with one blow.

I could see numerous paths to slash with the sword, but I just moved my body in a direction to avoid all of them.

Three Wheels

He immediately absorbed the ring of fire created in front of his fist, strengthened its power, and thrust his fist towards the gap.

Poop!

“Queuoak!”

The guy who got hit near his ribs lost his grip and fell to his knees.

Since the strength was taken away at the end, the bones would not have been shattered.

“I’m sorry I made a condition after it was over. It’s like they asked me not to approach Yeonhwa, so you’ll keep it, right?”

“Sigh… Yeonhwa nangja…”

The man recited the courtesan’s name as she shed tears.

I want to find out this guy’s name and ask Yeonhwa if she knows it when I meet her later, but I decided not to waste my brain on useless things.

When I returned to Master, Master said:

“You didn’t mix the ground wheels.”

“If we had mixed it up, that guy’s ribs would have been broken.”

“That’s right. Let’s see. I think it’s still a little early to eat, so how about going out for a bit?”

“Master, am I the only one going out?”

“Yes. You should also go to the place where the sect’s sacred items are made.”

Is this the place where Master entrusted the White Flame Fist? I wanted to go there once if it wasn’t that far away.

“I understand.”

*

The place the teacher told me about was a blacksmith shop in the northwest of Wuhan.

Since there was a bit of distance to go back and forth before lunch, the teacher told me to use a sled-wheel trowel, and this was my first time using a glider-bo in combat.

Although the speed was fast, I felt that it was an inefficient walking method that consumed a lot of heat and was not suitable for Yeonyeom Shingong.

The blacksmith shop was a little far from the village, and looking at the traces of logging around the area, it seemed like it was set up in this location to easily obtain wood.

When I opened the presence detection device, there were two people inside.

“Hello! Master Yeomwang sent me here.”

When I spoke in front of the door so that it could be heard, the door opened slowly.

“Are you Han Xian, King Yan’s disciple?”

A man with bronze skin and muscular muscles, probably from working in front of a fire, walked out and looked at me.

“That’s right.”

“Whoa… Come in.”

“Yes. Please excuse me.”

Kang! Kang! Kang!

Inside the blacksmith shop, an older craftsman than the man who greeted me was carving off-white scales with a hammer and chisel.

“Master, Han Xian is here.”

Then the father-in-law slowly raised his head and looked at me.

“Come here.”

“Yes, old man.”

As I approached, my father-in-law started touching my arm.

I felt like I was drawing the approximate size of the gauntlet in the air after touching it with my hand from the wrist to the forearm.

“It’s done.”

“Are you done?”

“Okay. Will you help with the work? For other parts, the scales may need to be a little larger, so the work won’t take that long.”

The scales being cut off were larger than the scales used on the gloves.

That one would be stronger, right? I wanted to see the completed White Flame Fist Armor, but it seemed like it was still a long way off.

“Then I will just leave without disturbing you.”

“Okay. Go in.”

After finishing my short visit, I stepped on the Falunbo (破輪步) towards Zhuge Family.

Did Master know that our meeting would be so brief and asked him to come back before lunch?

***

As soon as Han Xian returned, the craftsman started carving the scales again.

Kang! Kang! Kang!

The artisan’s disciple combed and collected all the broken scales that fell.

“Master, I don’t know if there will be any scales left for us to use. We also wanted to use a lot of scales.”

“It’s a material that we wouldn’t have been able to use if King Yeom hadn’t handed it over to us. It’s right to use it where the owner of the material wants to use it.”

“That’s right. We have to make what the material owner asks us to make.”

“And I was upset that King Yeom asked me to make a sacred object for his clan, but he handed over such an unfinished work. Now that I have the chance to complete it, I should be more happy.”

“Well, that’s true. The gloves alone are enough to say they’re new, but if you think of them as hand armor, they’re not enough.”

I was making gauntlets from the beginning, but King Yeom came to me and said this was good enough and took it with me.

And the disciple said, recalling that the Flame King came to visit again a while ago and took the body of a white snake monster and told him to complete the white flame fist armor.

“Youngseop, when you think of the weapon used by the best person in the world right now, is there anything that comes to mind?”

“There is no one in particular who is the best in the world right now, right? I know that there are seven kings in the central plains, but they are so strong that no one can tell who is superior or inferior.”

“Yes. But this White Flame Fist Gauntlet will become the weapon of the greatest man in the world.”

“Master? Do you really think he will be like that?”

Rumors had already spread throughout the central plains that King Yeom’s disciple was an idiot who frequented Giru’s home.

A guy like that is the best person in the world in the future? I don’t know where the teacher looked to make that decision.

“You always have to think like that while making weapons.”

“Ah. As expected…”

“But the White Flame Fist Armor is not a good name to be called the weapon of the greatest man in the world.”

“Are you planning on giving me a new name?”

“How about the Baekrin Flame God Fist Gap (白鱗炎神拳甲)?”

“Isn’t it just a little bit added to the existing name? But I think it’s okay because it will actually be longer when completed.”

I thought it would be okay since the disciple shortened it to Baekyeom Gwon-gap.

“But Master, aren’t the sacred items of a sect usually supposed to be used by members of the sect?”

“Old, new items can break if handled carelessly, so it is normal for the most skilled person to use them. But do you think this gauntlet will break that easily?”

It is made from the scales of monsters that are difficult to defeat unless you are a Seven King level expert.

The two found out while studying the scales that although they do not have the power they had when they were alive, even just a portion of it is enormous.

“I don’t think that’s true. Come to think of it, youkai must have appeared in other areas as well, so there may be a lot of new recruits like this.”

“We just have to make the best of them.”

“Yes. This disciple will be by your side and help you until the end.”

The two craftsmen struck hammers to complete the White Phosphorus Flame Gauntlet.

Kang! Kang! Kang!