The Wizard Who Endured the World of Murim - Chapter 6

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Surviving in the Martial Realm as a Mage: Episode 6
The imperial surname that currently dominates this world is Yu.
The Yu Empire.
The empire is divided into a total of twenty-three vast provinces as administrative districts.
Each province that comprises the empire possesses a size comparable to a respectable kingdom.
The Yu Empire boasted a rather lengthy history of approximately eight hundred years.
The founder of the Yu Empire, who first unified the continent, was the first to adopt the title of “Emperor,” and to this day remains revered by the common people as if he were a demigod.
The moment the Yu Empire unified the continent for the first time, it standardized all manner of measurements—distance, weight, and the like.
The nation poured all its strength into meticulously establishing a centralized administrative system, and has indeed maintained centralized imperial rule with remarkable success.
Despite such illustrious history, the Yu Empire faced a turning point.
Eight hundred years had already passed since the empire’s founding.
The Emperor’s authority was no longer absolute as it once had been.
Then came the moment when the current Emperor suddenly collapsed from a grave illness.
The central nobility reacted immediately, each faction beginning to throw their support behind their chosen successor.
The problem lay in the fact that the current Emperor’s children
numbered as many as twenty.
Under imperial law,
every single one of them possessed the qualifications to become the next Emperor.
The empire’s future was chaos incarnate.
Among the Yu Empire’s twenty-three administrative districts, there exists one called Myeong Province.
Trevallion, who opened his eyes in this Myeong Province, was in many respects extraordinarily fortunate.
The central city of Myeong Province was loosely called Myeong Provincial City by the people,
but its true name was Cheonjung City.
The Namgung Clan, which grew to prominence with Cheonjung City as its base, was the most renowned martial family in the current Murim.
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“Uncle, we’ve found traces of the Blood Cult!”
“Oh? So the rumors were true. Where did you find them?”
“At the boundary between Giyang County and Pyeongyo County.”
“Hmm? Not staying in the branch territories? So those mad dogs really did cause trouble in the Main Family’s domain? They must be courting death.”
The current Family Head of the Namgung Clan was Namgung Jincheon, the Sword King.
He was counted among the twenty-four supreme masters recognized as the strongest in all the realm.
The blood brother of such a supreme master, and himself ranked among the top five masters of the Namgung Clan.
Known throughout Kangho as the Lightning Swordsman, Namgung Hyeok.
He stroked his crimson beard with a graceful flourish and laughed with a bloodthirsty edge.
“So what does the Assassination Squad say? Can they still catch them if we pursue now?”
“According to the message from the Assassination Squad commander, considerable time has already passed, making pursuit difficult.”
“Tch… Those rat bastards have probably already tucked tail and fled.”
The organization known in Kangho as the Blood Cult.
Their original name was the Heavenly Blood Sect.
A group that handles blades with the skill of martial artists,
Those lunatics wielded profane sorcery, grinding human flesh into elixirs to consume in their mad pursuit of strength.
They kidnapped people and burned them alive as sacrificial offerings, prompting the Martial Arts Alliance to officially declare the Heavenly Blood Sect as the Blood Cult and mark them as public enemies of Kangho.
“Have you notified the Martial Arts Alliance?”
“Yes, we sent word through the intelligence network, but they may struggle to arrive on schedule.”
“Hmm, what should we do? It would be a shame to let them slip away like this.”
It had been nearly fifteen years since the Blood Cult last exposed themselves.
Letting them escape now would be far too wasteful.
Fortunately, there was more to the story.
“Actually, the Assassination Squad leader said something rather peculiar.”
“Something peculiar? Gwang-sik?”
“Yes.”
Namgung Hyeok tilted his head and regarded the young man before him.
The rising star of the Namgung Clan.
Namgung So-jin, the Thunder Resonance Swordsman, lifted his characteristically vacant eyes to gaze up at his youngest uncle.
“He said that while pursuing the Blood Cult, the Assassination Squad leader discovered traces that appeared to belong to Mansizong.”
“What? Those garbage Mansizong dogs showed up too?”
This was a major incident.
The Thunder Resonance Swordsman Namgung Hyeok sprang from his seat the moment he heard the name Mansizong.
What in the world was happening?
Mansizong, of all things!
“So we’ve finally found those wretched bastards! Well done, Gwang-sik!”
His blood-red hair and eyebrows—distinctive features unique to the direct line of the Namgung Clan—trembled with his agitation.
His piercing eagle-like eyes fixed upon his nephew.
“Where were the traces found? Those fiends are worse than the Blood Cult. We must tear them to shreds immediately!”
They granted no peace to the dead.
Instead, they transformed corpses into zombies and enslaved them like puppets—an act that heaven and earth alike condemned.
Such were the zombie sorcerers of Mansizong.
Naturally, Mansizong was also designated as a public enemy of Kangho by the Martial Arts Alliance.
“We did discover traces, but the thing is…”
“Ugh, how frustrating! Stop dragging out your words, you fool. Haven’t I told you before? Your endless rambling drives people mad!”
“Because this information is so critical, I’m having trouble organizing my thoughts. And if I mention this part, I’m certain you’ll cause trouble…”
“Trouble, my foot. What is it? What exactly are you stalling about?”
Though his uncle—notorious for his fiery temperament—pressed him with harsh words.
Namgung So-jin, who had hesitated for some time before responding, squeezed his eyes shut and spoke.
“It appears the Blood Cult and Mansizong clashed with each other.”
“Huh? Mansizong and the Blood Cult fought? Gwang-sik really said that?”
Namgung So-jin gently pushed away his uncle, who seized his collar as if ready to devour him, and reluctantly continued.
“Yes. Furthermore, according to the Assassination Squad leader’s assessment, during the collision between these two forces, many of Mansizong’s zombie sorcerers were likely killed or captured. Based solely on the traces observed, he judges that Mansizong was utterly routed by the Blood Cult…”
“…Huh? How is that possible? Mansizong’s disciples may be heretics, but they had zombies at their command. They shouldn’t have been defeated so easily by the Blood Cult…”
Namgung Hyeok’s face suddenly showed signs of bewilderment.
What kind of organization is Mansizong?
Like cockroaches, no matter how many times you kill them, they survive.
Mansizong was precisely the kind of vermin that inflicted all manner of calamities upon Kangho.
For nearly every major incident that had erupted across Kangho in recent times, one could reasonably suspect Mansizong’s corpse puppets lurking behind the scenes.
Their notoriety and the tangible devastation they wrought were truly staggering.
“But surely that’s not the end? Our precious Gwang-sik stopped here? That’s not like him at all?”
“Ah, actually, the Assassination Squad Leader has already moved to another location.”
“As expected! Where did he go?”
“He moved to the County Town Fortress in Giyang County. Apparently, there’s a somewhat suspicious trace connected to that location.”
“What kind of trace, exactly?”
“It appears to be a corpse puppet trace, but he said it’s not certain. He said he’d submit a report as soon as he confirms it.”
“I see!”
Namgung Hyeok nodded, then naturally moved to open the door and step outside.
But Namgung So-jin quickly blocked his path and asked.
“Where are you going, Uncle?”
“Our Gwang-sik is in Giyang County, isn’t he? I need to go there.”
“I hesitated to tell you precisely because I anticipated this. If you leave now, who will oversee the Three Great Families’ autumn Kangho martial gathering that’s about to take place?”
“Isn’t there your second uncle?”
“Second Uncle is occupied. He went to Shaolin Temple for some urgent business.”
“Then what about the third uncle?”
“Did you forget? He went to Huashan Sect last time and hasn’t returned yet. He’s participating in some plum blossom discourse or something.”
“Ah….”
“And you know the Family Head is too busy to leave his post, right? So among the direct bloodline with enough authority to oversee this event, only you remain at the Main Family House.”
The Lightning Sword Master Namgung Hyeok wore a momentarily stunned expression.
Standing upright, he swept both hands rapidly across his face and muttered.
“Why didn’t Father have more brothers? At least three more would have been nice.”
“Four sons and five daughters—isn’t that already a record-breaking effort for the Main Family House?”
“That’s precisely why I’m saying it’s not enough! What kind of household is so busy that even the youngest like me can’t catch a break!”
“Right here! That’s how much the Main Family’s influence has grown in Myeong Province—consider it a blessing. Besides, it’s best to leave this matter entirely to the Assassination Squad Leader.”
“But this involves both Mansizong and the Blood Cult—shouldn’t someone of my caliber go to add weight to the situation? It’s far too dangerous. You actually think so too, don’t you? Right?”
When Namgung Hyeok fixed his characteristic blazing gaze upon his nephew—one of the most accomplished masters among the younger generation—Namgung So-jin.
Namgung So-jin exhaled a sigh and replied.
“The Family Head gave me separate instructions. If you abandon your post without permission one more time….”
“One more time?”
“He said he’d beat you to death this time.”
“Did Elder Brother say that himself? Then you should have led with that, you bastard! You always have this terrible habit of saving the most important thing for last!”
The pupils of Namgung Hyeok, which had been brimming with anticipation and excitement mere moments before.
Suddenly softened, then blazed up like flames once more.
He swatted his troublesome older nephew’s back of the head and huffed indignantly.
But Namgung So-jin calmly accepted his uncle’s rough affection and spoke.
“Hehe, isn’t there a certain thrill to this? Quite exhilarating, wouldn’t you say?”
“Exhilarating? It’s absolutely infuriating, you brat!”
“Now, now, let’s set this aside and speak reasonably, Uncle. In any case, since Chusal Daeju himself has gone personally, you should withdraw your attention from this matter. You already have mountains of work waiting for you. Do you see those documents on the table? Every single one of them requires your direct review and approval before the day is done.”
“Me… How can someone as talented as I am be confined here so helplessly because of family affairs? This is an enormous loss to the entire Kangho!”
“That’s precisely why you should have been more careful with your conduct!”
The direct descendants of the Namgung Clan bore obligations as immense as the abundant privileges they received.
Until now, Namgung Hyeok had enjoyed relative freedom from such duties as the youngest son.
Yet given the Namgung Clan’s scarcity of heirs, the shortage of direct descendants meant his fate was inevitably one of being squeezed for service regardless.
Though Namgung Hyeok had earned the title of prodigy in his youth throughout Kangho, accumulating tales of martial prowess across the realm,
within his family, he remained merely a powerless youngest son.
Namgung So-jin watched as Namgung Hyeok, desperate to escape the tedious paperwork, grasped at excuses as though seized by sudden madness.
He invoked the Family Head’s name to suppress him once more with perfect authority, then spoke in a soothing tone.
“Come now, you’ll hear from Chusal Daeju soon enough. Try to be patient.”
“How can I be patient! I’m dying of curiosity! Think of how much fun Gwang-sik must be having right now!”
“He’s not a child. Why do you always have to go this far? You’re driving me insane.”
And at that very moment.
The hunting dog of the Namgung Clan.
Chusal Daeju, the Bright Moon Blade Song Gwang-sik, was finally facing the source of the traces he had been pursuing for ten days straight.

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