The Hwangbo Clan’s Beloved Live-In Son-in-Law - Chapter 110
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Chapter 110
Jegal Seolhye received a message in the deep ravine of Hongcheokhwon.
The deeply sunken shadows under her eyes, gaunt cheeks, dried saliva stains, and disheveled hair clearly showed her current state.
“What?!!!”
The woman who had been half-asleep suddenly shot up.
Her half-opened eyes snapped wide open. She hurriedly wiped her dry cheeks.
This was a damned mess.
“Aaaaaaahhh!”
A week ago, a small conflict broke out in Ganling.
It started when a place called the Jinliang Trading Company secretly built a warehouse at Ganling’s docks.
Originally, it might have been overlooked, but the conflict escalated when disputes arose with the dock workers.
The docks of Ganling were mainly guarded by martial artists from the Hyeonggang Sect, which belonged to the Shu Alliance, while those workers were under the protection of the Cheolgyo Sect, which belonged to the Waterway Alliance.
It was an unwritten rule that when ships arrived, they had to use local workers to unload cargo, paying unloading fees to the workers and site fees to the martial artists.
However, the Jinliang Trading Company paid the site fees but refused the unloading fees, claiming they had brought their own exclusive workers.
This sparked a fight, and chaos erupted when it was revealed that this Jinliang Trading Company had connections to Jiangnan Yilian.
“Damn idiots. For Namgung to resort to such petty…”
Naturally, chaos also erupted in the Shu Alliance. “Don’t interfere with our territory and we won’t cross into your four regions!” was the biggest reason they had joined the Wulin Alliance.
That’s why they were still trying to remain in the Alliance.
But now, with the Southern Alliance’s trading company blatantly extending its reach, they had no choice but to go crazy.
The problem was that this wasn’t only happening in Ganling.
Hubei, Henan, Shandong, and even the Southern Dragon Alliance were sending letters asking things like “Are we going to war now?”
“What the hell is the Namgung Clan Head doing!”
What on earth was he thinking!
Jegal Seolhye scratched her head frantically.
Then she scanned the message again. Oh please.
What is this nonsense at a time like this!
Uaaaah.
A scream escaped her without realizing it.
Still, no one came in.
It was natural. She did this several times a day.
-Uaaaaah!
Instead, a response could be heard.
That direction would be… Xinjiang? Why are they going crazy over there too. I should check it out… When? …I don’t know either. Damn it.
Jegal Seolhye shot up.
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Thud. Thud. Thud.
“Father!”
The door of Cheongnangje in Chongchaekdang, the heart of Hongcheokhwon, opened.
Her father, Jegal Yuhyeon, was sitting in a similar state as herself.
He had a private meeting with Wulin Alliance Leader Fang Maqing yesterday, and it seemed he had gotten drunk.
“Please try to contact the Namgung Clan Head!”
Jegal Yuhyeon was the older brother of the Jegal Clan Head.
He was acquainted with the Namgung Clan Head due to their similar ages.
“Sit down.”
“At least ask what he’s doing!”
“What else would he be doing? Probably playing Go in the back.”
“Hah!”
Jegal Yuhyeon spoke leisurely.
A few days ago, the Namgung Clan Head called Namgung Hee, the daughter of the Tianjiandang Master from Qiulong Town in Hubei Province, to the main house and inducted her into the Yeonui Corps.
He tried to put her son into the Changgung Corps, but the Tianjiandang Master opposed it, so it fell through.
Instead, the Tianjiandang Master received a plaque engraved with a feather.
And that plaque was sent to Namgung Seol.
…What could that mean?
Whoever it was, if someone showed promise, it didn’t matter who.
That person would be the next Clan Head.
“They’re calling it the Feather Plaque Competition.”
It already had a name.
Even the places that had been lying low were in greater chaos. The whereabouts of a single plaque might become the key to moving the entire martial world.
The incident in Ganling was one of the aftereffects.
Those with anxious hearts carried bundles and jumped into the flames.
Such incidents would only increase, not decrease.
“…Hah, crazy. Are they trying to break the Alliance?”
“They probably don’t care either way.”
How long had Namgung been pulling this crap?
Try to stop us if you can.
The arrogance of the old royal family never dies, even through generations.
No, it wasn’t arrogance but their frightening tenacity that never knew how to give up.
“Magyo, what about Magyo! Nam Gilin said Magyo was in Wushan!”
“It was completely empty.”
This was why Jegal Yuhyeon couldn’t sleep at night.
His eyes turned toward the map of the Central Plains hanging in Cheongnangje.
Where could he have gone? Hah. Qitian… so Qitian was the Magyo leader.
Jegal Yuhyeon’s eyes deepened.
“The Seonghwa Cult first spread centered around the Sichuan region. It’s still far from spreading throughout the entire territory, and Anhui is on the complete opposite side.”
Moreover, given the Namgung Clan Head’s temperament, he wouldn’t even worry much about it.
Come. Just cut them down and be done with it.
Wasn’t that his favorite saying?
If he cuts everyone down like that, who will he have left to talk to? Tsk.
“…Am I the only one having a hard time?”
“I’m having a hard time too, my child.”
Jegal Yuhyeon’s worries also deepened. He was one of the few righteous people in this ruthless gangho.
This was also why Fang Maqing liked him. He detested meaningless conflicts and senseless bloodshed.
Therefore, the Wulin Alliance still had to stand firm.
Even if it went against the family’s wishes.
“The Clan Head is also considering dissolving the Alliance. He said when Chokmaeng and Nanglian clash, we should sell to both sides and then eat what’s left.”
“…Uncle doesn’t even eat much, so why is he so greedy?”
“Oh my. Originally that old… the Clan Head has always been greedy. That’s why he’s hogging the clan head position, isn’t it?”
Jegal Yuhyeon shook his head.
That wasn’t what was important. From Jegal’s perspective, the Alliance had to remain.
If Chokmaeng and Nanglian clashed, Nanglian would definitely win. Even in their current fragmented state.
If Chokmaeng had united tightly like before, it might be different, but in the current situation, they would surely lose.
Then, what would remain?
It would be Namgung’s world.
Of course, it was impossible for a single family, especially a gangho family, to unify everything.
This wasn’t the Warring States period, and the Imperial Court still existed.
However, it was true that Nanglian would gain enormous power.
“…Let’s put out the urgent fire first.”
“How do we put it out?”
“Let’s send someone to Ganling first.”
“Who should we send?”
“You know, that guy. The one who’s good with words, has martial skills, has connections to the Imperial Court, listens well, works well, is liked by the Dang Family, and is also liked by Namgung.”
Jegal Yuhyeon looked at Jegal Seolhye with a pleading expression.
Didn’t you say you’d bring him back several times?
Jegal Seolhye glared back at him.
Didn’t I say I’d have to go get him several times?
Then she bit her lips tightly and threw down the letter she had received that morning.
She was probably the first to receive this.
It was the first reply from Huangbo Lüli and Xie Baowei.
-I’m pregnant. Are you jealous, you bitch?
“Ah. Not this one.”
Another letter was attached behind it.
Taesan Mangui. Departure scheduled. Congratulations declined.
Xie Baowei Bai.
***
Swoooosh.
“Ptui.”
His mouth tasted salty.
It was because of the salt carried by the wind.
When he inhaled with a grunt, he could smell the brine.
Splash.
“…Please don’t rock the boat. I’m scared.”
“…Sorry.”
Seolmujin, who was sitting across from Xie Baowei with an awkward expression, nodded with an embarrassed look.
As the second disciple of the Taishan Sect, he had come to the Jinan gathering following Muk Sword Sage and had seen Xie Baowei.
Only a year had passed since then, but his name was now shaking the four seas, which brought new emotions.
Seolmujin scratched his head and looked to the side.
Ak Munheon nodded with wide eyes.
Hmm. He’s saying not to rock it, right?
This blunt and silent man was truly difficult to deal with.
Sigh.
Seolmujin inwardly sighed at this awkward situation.
“Oh dear. Again, again. You’re rocking it again.”
Xie Baowei said urgently.
His hands gripped the boat’s edge tightly.
He could ride rivers and boats and even dive, but he feared the sea that was as deep as the sky was high.
So those fierce sharks live here, and whales as big as houses too, right?
Creak. Creak.
“Heh heh heh, how can someone from Shandong be afraid of the sea?”
The small boat carrying Xie Baowei, Ak Munheon, and Seolmujin had only one boatman.
In the Patriarch’s Sea, which became mudflats depending on the tides, there were many such small boats traveling between islands.
Even with the slightest rocking, seawater would splash and soak their clothes completely.
This bold boatman stood on the boat and laughed heartily even while riding the waves.
“Not all people from Shandong are seafarers. I’m a mountain person.”
“Heh heh! They say Mount Tai is such a famous mountain. I’ve only heard stories about it though.”
Shandong Patriarch.
Following the boatman’s movements, the boat rocked back and forth as it moved forward.
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It had been nearly half a year since Huangbo Lüli became pregnant.
During this time, Xie Baowei had been incredibly busy without a moment to spare, and as time passed, he became even busier.
In Xie Baowei’s view, the situation in the martial arts world was far from normal.
In fact, as always, it had never been normal, but now that he was seeing it with his own eyes and running around with his own feet, he felt it more vividly than ever.
The gap between officials and civilians was greater than ever before, and their exploitation had worsened, leading to an increase in bandits.
Since the nation was not being properly managed, the only power to protect oneself was martial arts.
The number of people wanting to enter Gangho continued to increase.
Just on the journey from Nanjing to Jinan, they encountered bandits three times, and one of them was even from one of the clans of the Southern Shandong Geya Clan.
Rather, it was precisely because of such circumstances that the power of solidarity grew stronger.
Just like the Wulin Alliance, which combined three alliances.
“Therefore, I wish to establish the Taishan Alliance again in Shandong.”
“…Hmph.”
Xie Baowei spoke seriously.
However, the man listening to his words seemed uninterested.
No, in fact, he wasn’t even speaking to him.
With a pop sound, yellow snot shot out from his nose.
“So, could you please relay my message inside?”
“Damn it, shit. You beat everyone up and knocked them down, then ask them to listen.”
“Well, you wouldn’t open the way no matter what, so what choice did I have.”
“Ha. I’ll be damned. Is this really the person who wants to form that alliance?”
“This is also your way of doing things, isn’t it.”
Xie Baowei smiled coldly.
Behind him, Seolmujin, and Ak Munheon, more than ten guards were rolling on the ground.
The guards weren’t just any rabble either, but they were no match for Xie Baowei, who was rising in fame, and Baek Yeongchang Ak Munheon, called the Divine Prodigy of the Ak Family.
Moreover, Seolmujin was also a rising star representing the Taishan Sect.
“Ha.”
The man spat as if he found it absurd.
Then he briefly looked at Xie Baowei’s leisurely face and his colleagues groaning behind him.
It had been a fight of more than ten against three, yet one side didn’t have a single scratch anywhere.
Damn it.
No wonder his name could be heard even to the ends of this Jiaodong land.
“They say a fox caught a magic pearl. Your reputation isn’t lacking.”
Ugh.
Xie Baowei frowned at the man’s muttering.
No matter how much he accomplished, that fox reference never went away.
Xie Baowei’s nickname, which had been Sandong Daeyun, then Bugwang, then Mad Dog Fox, then Mad Fox, had recently changed to the strange name Hamju Yeongho (Orb-Holding Spirit Fox).
Literally meaning a clever fox holding a magic pearl, it circulated with various additions like Gyoho (Cunning Fox) or simply Mad Fox.
“Tch. Wait here.”
Even in such a situation, without being intimidated at all, the man stood on one leg and swaggered, pondering for a while before nodding his head.
He turned his back and climbed the steep mountain path like a ghost, then slipped behind some rocks and disappeared.
Only after a long while did he come out with another person.
He was a very sturdy-looking man.
His short stature was a flaw, but his aura was so strong that he didn’t seem that small.
He was dressed similarly to the men lying here.
His hair, braided down like an animal’s tail, was pickled with salt and matted white in places, and his clothes were just a stiff leather vest made of some unknown material.
His face and shoulders, deeply tanned copper-colored, showed white scar marks, and his eyes, constantly squinting from the strong sun, had deep wrinkles.
At his waist hung a short curved blade.
Though he had a drowsy expression as if just awakened, his eyes gleamed, creating a strange sense of intimidation.
He was similar to Zhang Jing, the Third Captain of the Southern Dragon Alliance’s Biewo Camp whom he had met before, but he was a more rough, beast-like man.
“I am Xie Baowei of the Hwangbo Family.”
Xie Baowei bowed his head deeply.
This man was necessary for his plan.
The commander of the Haegu Camp that guarded the Jiaodong sea.
Also called Gyoju Geogeon (Giant Kun of Jiaozhou) as he was the kun of Jiaozhou, and also called Jinhae Nahan (Sea-Calming Arhat) as he protected this sea, but he was more commonly known as Nogyeong (Angry Whale) and Hae Yacha (Sea Yaksha).
“I am Yan Wugang.”
He was the person who would have to become the righteous leader of the future Taishan Alliance.
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