At first glance, it looked like a lecher.
Was it because the weather was nice? The petals being cut by my subordinates had continued for four days, leaving me no choice but to call for So Gun-pyeong.
"So Gak-joo."
"Yes."
"You and Hong Sa-mae might gain something while playing with the petals, but the subordinates are not there yet. As Kim Sa-je said, this is nothing but nonsense. You should have a direction by now, so it's time for you to rein them in."
So Gun-pyeong nodded.
"I was thinking the same, but these fools are so engrossed that I was worried about how to respond."
"You are the chief instructor, so isn't it easier if your subordinates don't listen?" "In what way?" "You can make it harder for them. Those intoxicated by the plum blossom scent can be hit with your wooden sword. They seem to think they've gained some enlightenment, but as you know, that's far from the truth. Show them the difference in skill."
"I was worrying for nothing. I'll make sure to let them hear some wailing today."
At that moment, the wall commander approached.
"Lord, it's the wall commander."
"Have you already issued a warrant?" The wall commander replied, "Originally, the residence of the Iryong Army was fixed. However, whether they spent money or gathered acquaintances, it seems that yesterday and the day before, there were wandering men and various martial artists entering and leaving the Huahua Mountain Villa. For now, I will call all the executives and explain everything at once."
After a while, the executives entered the main hall.
In the meantime, the wall commander set up a piece of white paper like a situation board and picked up a brush.
He looked like an old soldier who had never been selected in his life, excited to explain the wartime situation after a long time.
When the executives gathered, the wall commander wrote "Mao" in the center and continued, writing the same alias as the Iryong Army on the right.
"It is said that the silver ghost Yu Si-cheong has been spotted. In addition to the meteor wanderers who will take care of things for money, there are also many martial artists whose identities are immediately unknown. The reason they are gathering is simple. Recently, the only disturbances in the area have been caused by us. I suspect that those who wish to attack when the Southern Flower is weakened are gathering their intentions. News of the deaths of some of the Twelve Divine Generals and the Great Nanchal must have spread widely."
I replied, "That means there are those who killed the Great Nanchal, so how could they think the Southern Flower is weakened? Are they fools?" The wall commander laughed and said, "Greed often surpasses cold judgment."
The wall commander drew a large circle and wrote "Su Seonsaeng," then drew a line connecting it to the Iryong Army.
"This is how I see it."
"Su Seonsaeng too?"
"Yes.
The Iryong Army was close to the Great Nanchal, while Su Seonsaeng had a bad relationship with him. Su Seonsaeng wanted to kill the Great Nanchal but couldn't win the heart of the Iryong Army. The Iryong Army has gained much from the Great Nanchal but has lost him.
It is only natural for such two people to join forces, just like a man and a woman meeting. They will gather as many people as possible, create a disturbance, and even if they divide the Southern Flower, it will be a great benefit for both. For now, we don't know who the commander is."
I looked at the names written on the situation board.
Some names I recognized, while others I did not.
For now, the meteor wanderers were those who spun a weapon called the meteor hammer.
Their numbers fluctuated between fifty and a hundred, often getting involved in the disputes of the black path, living only for today.
The name Yu Si-cheong was unfamiliar to me, but he had a presence that stood out more than Su Seonsaeng or the Iryong Army.
"Who is Yu Si-cheong?" The wall commander replied, "On the surface, he appears to be a mediation expert, but in reality, he is a gambler who only seeks big games. You could call him a problem expansion expert. He travels alone without a faction and makes quite a bit of money by getting involved in the disputes of the black path. He has the skill for it too."
My lack of knowledge meant that I had heard of someone who had gotten involved in the disputes of the black path and had met an untimely end somewhere.
At that moment, two subordinates dressed as merchants appeared in the main hall and reported what they had learned.
"Su Seonsaeng personally led his subordinates into the Huahua Mountain Villa, and following him, the disciples of the Muakmun also entered the Huahua Mountain Villa."
"I saw Lady Cheolseom heading to the Huahua Mountain Villa with her disciples."
I judged that continuing to listen to such reports was meaningless.
"You two go and rest."
"Yes."
Somehow, it felt like I had to pay the price for the Great Nanchal's misdeeds.
The wall commander drew a slightly smaller circle than Su Seonsaeng's and wrote Muakmun and Lady Cheolseom inside.
"I expected Su Seonsaeng, but I did not expect Muakmun and Lady Cheolseom."
"Muakmun could be expected."
Muakmun was a group that stood somewhere in between the righteous and the unorthodox.
In the martial world, such people were referred to as "zhengshijian," and they could be seen as bat-like figures.
Lady Cheolseom was a middle-aged female master of the black path who wielded a weapon called the Iron Toad.
The wall commander said, "For now, I will contact the Twelve Divine Generals. If the Iryong Army's strategy is to divide the Southern Flower region and share it, then the Twelve Divine Generals won't be safe either."
I looked at the circles on the situation board and said, "Count the forces of the Divine Generals and the members of the Black Cat Gang. Let's also roughly add the personnel from the Iryong Army for comparison."
"Yes."
The wall commander picked up the brush and continued to add numbers to the situation board.
Hong Sin and Geum Hae had no direct subordinates, so there was nothing to count.
Hong Sin originally acted alone, and it was not a matter that could mobilize the forces of the merchant group.
Even when adding the forces of the Divine Generals that the wall commander had grasped and the Black Cat Gang, the total did not exceed two hundred and fifty.
However, when counting the Iryong Army's side, it easily exceeded four hundred.
"If I go crazy alone, I can manage somehow. But with so few numbers, the morale of the subordinates will drop. We can't afford to be outnumbered."
I looked around at the executives of the Black Cat Gang and said, "One person should go to Il Yang-hyeon and inform the Sa Ma-bi group and Cha Seong-tae to gather those who are bored to death. Another executive should go to the Black Line Gang."
So Gun-pyeong replied, "The Black Line Gang?" "Tell a guy named Dokgo Saeng to gather about a hundred elites."
"Will the Black Line Gang come?" "Tell them that the Lord of the Hawoong will call them. They will come. This way, the numbers should be similar. Even if a full-scale battle breaks out, the subordinates won't lose heart. By the way, the guys from the Black Line Gang are completely crazy, so you all be careful not to get into a dispute among ourselves. They're out of their minds."
So Gun-pyeong answered on behalf of everyone, "Understood."
"Executives..."
"Yes, Lord."
"Is there anyone on the Iryong Army's side that I shouldn't kill? Just in case a relative is mixed in or an old friend is involved, such things could happen. Let me know in advance."
While the executives looked at each other's faces, I added, "Don't blame me after killing them all."
So Gun-pyeong observed the atmosphere among the executives and replied, "There is no one."
I dismissed the meeting.
"Everyone, get to work. Bring in the Twelve Divine Generals' priests first. I will go find and beat to death those who do not respond to the summons."
Strong people need to stir things up so that the weak will die less.
After sending off the executives, I put my feet on the table and dozed off for a moment.
Lately, I had been so focused on gathering energy that I often felt sleepy.
It felt like I was rapidly consuming both physical and mental strength.
Just before falling asleep, I sometimes had this thought.
Ah, somehow it feels like I will have a bad dream if I fall asleep? It was tiring to stay awake, and it felt unpleasant to keep trying to sleep.
My mood was like that at the moment.
I had a bad dream.
I saw the scene of Gwangseung running with a smile.
Innocent people collided with Gwangseung's shoulders and flew to the sides, yet Gwangseung continued to laugh.
"Hahaha..."
I quickly grabbed a rag and wiped the table. 'Damn it.' I inwardly wished he would just pass by, but Gwangseung, who stopped his lightness, asked me, "Hey, Jeomsoi."
The mention of Jeomsoi made my insides boil.
"Yes?" "Which way is Zhejiang?" Even in my panic, I calmly replied, "You should just keep going east, right?" Gwangseung blinked his big eyes and replied, "You mean just go east?" "For now, yes."
"If I just go east and Zhejiang doesn't come out, will you take responsibility?" At that moment, I felt like there was no escape no matter what answer I gave, and my breathing became uncomfortable.
If I answered, "I will take responsibility," it felt like I would be dragged away with a "Good, take responsibility."
If I answered, "Why should I take responsibility?" it felt like I would be dragged away because he would be upset.
What kind of answer is the right one? I suppressed my rising anger and replied, "What business do you have in Zhejiang?" "They say there is a fish as big as a giant bird in the sea off Zhejiang. The dead priest wasn't a liar, so that must be true."
"I also think it's true."
"Have you seen it?" I threw the rag on the table and replied, "I haven't seen it. Why?" "The way this guy talks..."
Was it because it was a dream? I acted as I usually did.
I rolled up my sleeves and said to Gwangseung, "It seems like you're looking for trouble, so let's have a go."
At my challenge, Gwangseung laughed heartily.
His laughter soon turned into a lion's roar.
After a while of gauging my internal strength with his lion's roar, Gwangseung snorted and said, "You're quite a funny Jeomsoi. You've made me laugh, so I'll let you off. Keep training hard. We will meet again."
Gwangseung stirred up a dust storm as he moved away.
I only smiled after Gwangseung disappeared.
"What a coward..."
I felt grateful that I had been diligently training my martial arts.
At that moment, a familiar yet unpleasant voice echoed from the inn.
"Jeomsoi, don't just stand there like a fool, bring the wine quickly."
"What?" I turned my head and saw the Bright Seat of the Ma Guild sitting at a table with a beautiful woman.
"This crazy bastard, where do you think this is?" I cursed and kicked the Bright Seat in the chest.
Naturally, given the Bright Seat's skill, a counterattack should have been normal, but the Bright Seat screamed loudly and rolled on the ground several times.
The atmosphere turned cold.
"What are you doing!" The woman was surprised and tried to stop me, but my body suddenly lifted into the air.
Turning my head, I saw Gwangseung, who was a head taller than me, grabbing the back of my neck.
Gwangseung grinned and said, "This guy was quite a bad one, huh?" "What nonsense? That guy is a lecher. He will become the Bright Seat later. Are you not letting go?" "You kicked first and are talking nonsense. Let's take a hit first."
"Hit? Damn it. I'm not the same as before."
The surrounding scenery changed rapidly, and I fought hundreds of rounds with Gwangseung.
Using the power of Cheonok, along with the Golden Valley Soaring Skill, the Absorbing Sound Technique, and the Plum Blossom Sword Technique, Gwangseung looked quite surprised.
However, as if he released all the power he had stored up, Gwangseung's aura began to transform into that of the Immovable King. 'Ah, damn it.' At that moment, I spotted a man watching the fight with a smirk from the alley.
It was the Bright Seat, who had deliberately fallen after taking my kick, grinning as he watched.
In an instant, I felt a short spasm as if I had been slapped.
Only then did I wake up fully.
As soon as I opened my eyes, a sigh escaped me.
How dare he torment me even in my dreams.
I took a deep breath and shouted, "Wall Commander!" Before long, the wall commander hurriedly ran over and replied, "Ah, yes. Lord, is there something you need?" I was excited and waved my hands around, then organized my thoughts and said, "So, it's a bit difficult, but can I draw a portrait of someone just by explaining it verbally?" The wall commander nodded.
"I will try."
"He is someone I must find."
"Ah, is there such a person? I will do my best to find him."
It would have been easier if I knew the name.
However, the guy was just the Bright Seat, and I was the Demon.
Neither of us had any interest in each other's real names.
I recited what came to mind to the wall commander.
"At first glance, he looks like a lecher."
"Yes?" "I'm talking about the feeling. A lecherous feeling. You know what I mean? Fair-skinned and with a smooth complexion, you know that kind of feeling. He smiles with his eyes and flirts well."
One corner of the wall commander's mouth lifted.
"I got it."
"Already?" "Yes, don't worry and explain. My drawing will catch the lecher."
The wall commander smiled confidently.