The Hwangbo Clan’s Beloved Live-In Son-in-Law - Chapter 95
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Chapter 95
Nine.
Namgung Bin had mastered most of his family’s martial arts to an above-average level.
He knew how to use fist techniques, finger techniques, and qinna, as well as leg techniques, spear, axe, saber, and whip techniques.
Naturally, what he was most confident in was the sword.
He could deploy heavy, fast, and ever-changing sword techniques, but in actual combat, he used only one swordsmanship.
The heavenly sword representing Namgung.
The Changukmueom Sword technique.
Ten.
Wounds increased on Namgung Bin’s body.
Cold sweat dripped down his chin, drop by drop.
The saltiness that even his thick eyebrows couldn’t block had put him in danger several times.
His arms were heavy as if wrapped in iron armor, and his legs dragged as if shackled.
Blood from new wounds flowed over dried blood, soaking his body again.
Even so, one sword, one step.
Cutting off the tenacious grips that clung to him and pushing away the corpses that covered him.
Eleven.
Twelve.
The first form of the Changukmueom Sword, Iljo Jikyang, utilizes six different methods when swords clash.
Pulling, pushing, striking up, deflecting, turning away, and pressing down – one can only be said to have truly mastered it when able to fluidly use two or three of these at once, not just one at a time.
Among the ancestors who mastered the Changukmueom Sword in the past, some even said that Iljo Jikyang was the entirety of the Changukmueom Sword, making it one of the most difficult techniques.
Namgung Bin currently wielded the most perfect Iljo Jikyang in the Namgung family.
Fifteen.
Now he could clearly count those remaining.
Exactly six remaining enemies hesitated, not daring to charge in further.
This was despite them being increasingly skilled as they went on.
A full fifteen had fallen without even catching a single opening from Namgung Bin, so their hesitation was understandable.
“Are you not coming anymore?”
Drop.
As Namgung Bin finished speaking, the sweat that had been hanging from his chin finally fell to the ground.
As if that was the last, no more flowed.
His parched lips, though soaked in blood, cracked like drought-stricken earth.
The sword extended to middle guard visibly trembled even to the eye.
Yet they could not approach.
It wasn’t because something like fighting spirit or killing intent flowed from Namgung Bin’s body.
Rather, there was none.
It was frightening because it was too quiet.
Even cutting human flesh and taking lives felt like nothing at all.
Truly, the sky is without love .
“Then, I’ll go.”
Namgung Bin’s foot extended in one long step.
Cheonri Hojeong Ungwon Yuyeong.
Like clouds rising in the sky, quiet yet somehow covering everything – according to that unique footwork of Namgung.
Namgung Bin’s slow steps quietly arrived before Baeksan.
Clang!
As sparks flew fiercely.
“Urgh!”
Baeksan’s body retreated a full five steps backward.
Normally he would have pursued, but he lacked the strength.
Instead, Namgung Bin’s body leaped to the side.
Again, one.
Two.
Three.
“Ugh.”
Three fell in an instant.
Though they were said to have reached the top through years of training, their fall was momentary.
Indeed.
Indeed, Nam Gilin who aimed for the world’s best.
“…Heavenly sword.”
“I am still a blue sword.”
Because his father was the blue sky, he never spoke of heaven.
However, all those who faced him said in unison.
He is the sky of the next generation.
Baeksan gritted his teeth.
Blood gushed from his deeply torn chest.
Three remained.
Now it was time for him to charge first.
“Beonpil, let’s go. Jangeo, take the rear.”
At Baeksan’s words, hesitation disappeared from the eyes of the remaining two.
Since this wasn’t the end for them, they had no regrets even if they died gloriously today.
“Haaah!”
Baeksan charged first.
Ten years of training resided at his blade tip.
Ten changes in one sword – the blade aimed for Namgung Bin’s neck.
“Kugh.”
But this time too, it didn’t reach.
After exactly three wavers, Namgung Bin’s sword pierced the center.
That seemingly infinitely light sword shook more than twelve times in that brief moment, then tore through Baeksan’s body.
Baeksan’s charging body stopped and he fell to his knees.
He could see the bodies of the remaining two people rushing toward his fading vision.
With his last strength, he pulled at Namgung Bin’s ankles.
Just like everyone who had fallen before him.
Namgung Bin’s sword immediately flew and grazed his neck, but it was fine.
In his dimming vision, the sight of Namgung Bin spitting blood and newly pouring sect guards was etched.
.
.
.
On his chest was a long slashing wound, on his side were wounds pierced by spear and sword.
Three arrows were embedded in his left arm, and his dislocated shoulder had been barely put back in place.
About two ribs seemed broken, and he had lost so much blood that even taking a single step made him dizzy.
Still, he protected his legs.
Though his legs were thoroughly exhausted, his steps still showed no hesitation.
His silk-like flowing hair obstructed his vision, but he didn’t bother to sweep it aside.
His vision was already blurred from exhaustion anyway, so he couldn’t see well.
-Karnax, Vis Tus. Necros….
Slap.
Namgung Bin struck his own cheek.
Whenever his mind grew even slightly hazy, he heard nonsensical words.
Memories that didn’t exist crept up stealthily.
What he had cut down felt like friends.
His mind finally cleared, but not because of the pain in his cheek.
It was because his cold reason couldn’t accept the contradiction in his memories.
“Are you alright?”
Ah.
When had he fallen asleep?
He thought he had just leaned against a tree trunk for a moment, but he had no memory of it.
Namgung Bin opened his eyes and looked at the sky.
Judging by the temperature of where he had been leaning, his body’s fatigue, and the degree of his wounds, fortunately not much time had passed.
Whew.
Namgung Bin took a deep breath that seemed ready to break, then exhaled.
In his opened eyes, he saw the woman’s innocent face.
His own reflection in her trembling pupils was miserable.
“You should have stabbed.”
Namgung Bin’s hand grabbed the woman’s throat.
And before the woman could even gasp, he slit her throat.
Hot blood spurted out again, warming his body.
Clatter.
The blade the woman had hidden behind her back fell to the ground.
Just today alone, he had greatly opened his killing tally.
His always unwavering gaze trembled greatly only when he was alone, then returned to normal with a single breath.
A moment’s carelessness invites death.
The Namgung truly learn to fear Heaven.
If that’s the case, then don’t do things you can’t look up to Heaven about.
Sigh.
Namgung Bin let out a sigh and rose from his spot.
“Is this punishment for sleeping too much?”
The round moon and stars were clear between the leaves.
Though he had run for half a day, he was still deep in the mountains.
Looking at the stars, it still seemed to be Sichuan.
Namgung Bin shook his head to shake off sleep and moved his feet again.
Compared to other martial arts, Namgung’s movement technique was rather ordinary.
Thinking of Namgung’s arrogance in deliberately keeping it that way despite knowing its limits, his own arrogance, he sighed and forcibly circulated a handful of internal energy to lighten his body.
With each step adding to the next, he could feel his body becoming faster and lighter.
It was the moment when ascending movement technique was added to Namgung’s martial arts.
That would only be possible if he survived, though.
Namgung Bin’s figure disappeared into the grass.
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Chuqing Yao Village
Completely became a sea of blood
Situation complex, requesting aid.
Namgung.
Jingzhou.
A village of herb gatherers at the border of Sichuan has all died.
The situation is complex. Please help.
Xie Baowei retraced his path in reverse.
Starting from Nanjing, passing through Gichun to Wuhan, he took a boat – a fast ship someone had prepared traveled day and night against the current, allowing him to arrive in just four days.
From Wuhan he rode horses, and here too there were horses someone had prepared along with Chun-gil, which they had to ride alternately.
The wide plains of Hubei were good for riding horses, but after running non-stop for a full day on those good roads, he could only receive the next note when he reached Qianjiang in Hubei.
“Namgung. Indeed.”
Xie Baowei sat on the wooden platform of some shabby inn in Qianjiang and drank from a dust-covered water bottle.
Chun-gil and Bokgil (a horse received from someone) who had run desperately from Wuchang were in the inn’s stables, burying their noses in feed bags and breathing heavily.
From here to Ganling was a day’s distance.
Though it was a smooth road, the sunset hanging in the western sky was unusually red.
Wind carrying the scent of blood was blowing as a headwind.
“What on earth is happening?”
Xie Baowei suppressed the throbbing in his left leg and massaged his knee.
The next note contained slightly more detailed information.
-There was a relative of a Chokmaeng elder in the dead village. The Dang Family’s Jade Shadow second-generation has stepped forward. There are many words internally because traces of Namgung swords remain in the wounds.
From what we’ve determined, there’s a high possibility they are traces of Namgung Bin. Jiangnan Yilian’s Crimson River area and Namgung’s Changgunghwi moved together. We need to assess the situation before these two clash.
The bloodshed that occurred twelve days ago was reported to the Dang Family in just one day thanks to a Chokmaeng elder who happened to be visiting the area.
The Dang Family viewed the incident as Nangong’s provocation, and the situation was even more sensitive since there were already rumors circulating that they were using Namgung Bin’s disappearance as an excuse to advance into Sichuan.
Though it seemed somewhat forced, it was also the result of pent-up frustration from enduring Nangong’s persistent pressure and suspicion while already being troubled by internal problems due to Qitian’s affairs.
Nangong had their own urgent concerns.
This was news about Namgung Bin, who had left no trace for several months.
Since something completely unexpected had erupted in Sichuan, they couldn’t help but think, “Wait, could it really be the young master?”
There were opinions that the Dang Family was making a big deal out of nothing or that it might be the work of some internal madman, but these were easily dismissed.
Instead, the prevailing opinion was that Namgung Bin might have risked his life to escape after being imprisoned by the Dang Family for their own purposes.
This was also forced reasoning, but it reflected the magnitude of internal anxiety that had grown since Namgung Bin’s disappearance.
Thus, Jegal did send someone, but it felt more like sending a mediator between the two factions.
-Entrusting this matter to Xie Baowei is my personal decision. But somehow, when Xie Baowei steps in, things tend to work out well, you know? Please handle this one well too. Please. My life is already hard enough as it is. If this gets resolved well, I’ll only give you light work for a while. Ha, along with sister.
Even in the midst of all this, there was no mention of not giving him work, but still.
Xie Baowei sighed and nodded his head.
In the black sky, a brilliantly bright moon and stars were looking down upon the earth.
When he was in the army, there were guys who could determine their position by looking at the stars, but no matter how much he looked, they all looked the same to him.
“Would it be alright if I treat you as my elder brother?”
His life had always been full of clingy younger siblings.
When he was young, even though he did nothing, only those who disliked him would bother him, and even as he grew older, despite not particularly doing anything, people would seek him out, rely on him, and want to follow him.
Though Xie Baowei found those lacking and foolish younger siblings bothersome, he did treat them with a slight sense of debt and responsibility.
Namgung Bin was a bit different.
He couldn’t understand what about that impressive monster had caught his eye enough to make him rush hundreds of li in one breath.
“Namgung Bin? Oh my. Is our dear brother perhaps jealous? Heh. That Chi is quite capable, but… how should I put it. By my standards, rather than being impressive, he’s just someone who doesn’t seem that remarkable to me, yet I don’t understand why he’s placed above me.”
At least it wasn’t because of jealousy.
“Tsk. Why do I end up cleaning up after guys who are supposedly better than me.”
Xie Baowei shook his head.
It seemed like things would get a bit difficult starting tomorrow.
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