The Youngest Prince of the Zhou Family - Chapter 56

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Youngest Master of the Zhu Family (56)

 

Black Horn

 

The flag of the Black Ghost Sword Squad flutters in the wind.

 

This fact alone made the journey to Black Horn extremely smooth and comfortable.

 

Rather than the prestige of the Zhu Family, the fearsome reputation of Black Horn held greater influence in this region.

 

Without any trouble whatsoever, we were able to smoothly enter Nanning, the capital city of Guangxi Province.

 

“This is incredible.”

 

Mu Ying looked around outside the window and honestly expressed his admiration.

 

The sight of the massive capital city.

 

The countless people coming and going, and the bustling appearance of the city seemed even grander than Nanchang where the Zhu Family was located.

 

It was also famous as a very wealthy city, being a place that produced luxury goods like pearls and expensive fruits.

 

A place that had all the conditions that people of the dark path would love.

 

Black Horn didn’t establish their base here for no reason.

 

After arriving in Nanning and traveling for quite some time, the giant pavilions of Black Horn and walls surrounding it like a fortress came into view in the distance.

 

“It’s just the same.”

 

Just like in my memories from my previous life.

 

Black Horn still maintained that appearance.

 

“We’ve arrived. Get down.”

 

Wi Gun-ak, the leader of the Black Ghost Sword Squad who had followed us, knocked on the window and gave us a signal.

 

The main gate of Black Horn.

 

We got off the carriage and followed Wi Gun-ak inside.

 

From the entrance, countless eyes followed us.

 

Moreover, I could clearly feel tremendous energy that made my skin tingle.

 

‘Formation technique.’

 

This place is a fortress.

 

A fortress that has established a perfect defense system by covering all sides with formation techniques.

 

‘That’s why they brought it down through internal strife.’

 

This time, I can’t just stand by and watch Black Horn’s destruction.

 

Though they were enemies, they were allies we absolutely had to join hands with in the face of the demonic cult.

 

“Wait here for a moment.”

 

As soon as we arrived at the reception room, Wi Gun-ak left us there and went out.

 

“So this is… Black Horn.”

 

Mu Ying seemed somewhat nervous.

 

In a way, it was no different from entering the heart of enemy territory.

 

Moreover, the opponent wasn’t just any enemy, but an alliance of enemies.

 

There would be countless sects and factions that harbored hostility toward the Zhu Family, knowingly or unknowingly.

 

“Don’t be nervous.”

 

I reassured Mu Ying.

 

Black Horn couldn’t do anything to us anyway.

 

And I had something else to do here.

 

‘The demonic cult.’

 

Surely there were spies planted by the demonic cult here as well.

 

And I was almost certain that the existence would be the Snake-Eyed Ghost Lord, who had done the same thing at the Zhu Family.

 

‘The way they collapse is similar.’

 

They weaken from the inside, then widen those gaps to make them collapse on their own.

 

In this way, without anyone even suspecting that the demonic cult had moved, they end up being completely destroyed.

 

How long had we waited?

 

I suddenly felt overwhelmed by tremendous energy.

 

‘What is this?’

 

Ominous.

 

No, beyond ominous – my mind was becoming dizzy.

 

This tremendous presence coming from beyond the door in the corridor…

 

‘Could it be?’

 

My complexion naturally turned pale.

 

It was something that absolutely couldn’t be happening.

 

‘Did he actually move just to meet me?’

 

At most, I thought it would be someone at the level of a squad leader, or perhaps a unit commander.

 

If not that, then a general manager or at most an elder-level figure would move.

 

But it wasn’t.

 

‘The Black Horn Master!’

 

That’s right.

 

Someone who could emit this level of energy without restraint.

 

The master of Black Horn and one of the Ten Great Masters of the Martial World!

 

Dark Lord, Wi Sa-gun.

 

It could be no one else.

 

Creak!

 

Soon the door opened, and a man with a massive build and bleak eyes entered the room.

 

It was indeed Dark Lord Wi Sa-gun.

 

“…”

 

A moment of silence.

 

I prided myself on being quite tall, but Wi Sa-gun was two or three spans taller than me.

 

Naturally looking down at me, the Dark Lord slowly opened his mouth.

 

“Woo Jin.”

 

“Junior Woo Jin pays respects to Dark Lord Wi Sa-gun, Great Hero.”

 

“Great Hero, what nonsense.”

 

The Dark Lord told me not to speak such foolishness and immediately sat down in front of me.

 

“Setting aside the Sword Master, sending such a young brat instead of even the Blood Venerable… isn’t this too blatantly disrespecting Black Horn?”

 

“I requested to come myself. I also have something to tell you.”

 

“Something to tell? To me? You?”

 

The Dark Lord chuckled as if he found it absurd.

 

He stood up from his seat as if there was no need to watch any longer.

 

I urgently grabbed hold of him.

 

‘The fact that the Dark Lord came personally…’

 

This was an opportunity that would never come again.

 

“From Black Horn’s perspective, this isn’t a situation where you should receive an apology, is it? Attempting to harm the foster mother of a family.”

 

“…”

 

At those words, the Dark Lord, who was about to leave the room, stopped and turned toward me.

 

An extremely indifferent gaze.

 

It was such a complex look that it was difficult to discern any emotion.

 

“That the Zhu Family’s foster mother was in danger, how truly regrettable.”

 

“…”

 

That single sentence was all there was.

 

“But so what? What do you want me to do about it?”

 

A look that showed he truly didn’t care at all.

 

Well, I hadn’t really had any expectations anyway.

 

I knew his personality all too well from the beginning.

 

“I didn’t come to receive an apology. But if you leave like this, the misunderstanding will only deepen.”

 

“Misunderstanding? Hahaha!”

 

The Dark Lord openly burst into loud laughter.

 

“Even if we misunderstand each other, what could the Zhu Family possibly do about it? Don’t tell me you want to try going to war?”</Human: Continue with the remaining lines to complete exactly 200 lines total.

“There’s no harm in trying.”

 

“What?”

 

At those words, the Dark Lord’s expression turned ice cold.

 

As if his interest was finally piqued, he sat back down in front of me.

 

“Kid. Your single word could truly shake the fate of your entire family.”

 

“Yes. I’m not joking around either.”

 

“Do you want to see your family crumble?”

 

“Black Pavilion might crumble before that happens.”

 

“…Good grief, this brat can’t even grasp the situation…”

 

I let out a small sigh.

 

“At the very least, Black Pavilion won’t come out unscathed either. Senior.”

 

“So what are you trying to say?”

 

Was he finally in the mood to have a conversation?

 

The Dark Lord’s expression was still full of irritation, but his reaction was quite different from before.

 

“Even in our noble family, we’re divided between those who want to clash with Black Pavilion and those who just want to exchange apologies. I assume Black Pavilion is the same?”

 

“…”

 

The Dark Lord silently nodded his head.

 

There was nothing to hide, really.

 

“The side that says let’s wait and see… would be the Sword Master’s side. The side that says let’s have a go at it would probably be Blood Venerable. Kuhehe.”

 

“Yes. You see it accurately.”

 

The Ten Great Masters of the Martial World are superhumans with strength on a different dimension.

 

Since each one already has enough power to devour an ordinary major sect, they acknowledge and implicitly respect each other.

 

“Well, we’d also suffer quite heavy losses fighting against the Zhu Family.”

 

The Dark Lord was quick with calculations.

 

Black Pavilion possessed four of the Ten Supreme Masters of All Under Heaven, namely the Ten Great Masters of the Martial World.

 

Having embraced the entire Dark Path, it was only natural.

 

However, the Zhu Family, which possessed two of the Ten Great Masters of the Martial World as a single force, was certainly a troublesome existence.

 

Especially the Sword Master’s blade had a ferocity that was on a different dimension even among the Ten Great Masters of the Martial World.

 

Moreover, the Dark Path had one serious problem.

 

Setting aside the number of masters, the average level of warriors was significantly low.

 

Instead, they compensated for that gap with overwhelming numbers, but the number of masters was still woefully insufficient.

 

Of course, even with just those numbers, they could barely maintain balance with the Orthodox Faction.

 

“What shall we do? Should we apologize to each other and end it?”

 

The Dark Lord asked openly, as if that had been his intention.

 

But that wasn’t what I wanted.

 

If that were the case, I wouldn’t have pestered Youngest Uncle to come all the way here.

 

“No. Let’s set the mood a bit.”

 

“Set the mood? What mood? Don’t tell me… war preparations?”

 

“Something like that.”

 

At those words, the Dark Lord’s expression stiffened rigidly.

 

He carefully examined my expression.

 

“You… have other thoughts in mind.”

 

“As expected of Senior Dark Lord.”

 

“Can’t you do something about that ‘senior’ talk? It’s making my insides twist.”

 

The Dark Lord frowned as if uncomfortable.

 

“Hah, tell me. What is it that you want?”

 

“From now on, what I’m about to tell you must absolutely not leak outside.”

 

“Huhu, how intriguing.”

 

Soon, I spilled all my intentions to the Dark Lord.

 

Watching the Dark Lord’s expression change moment by moment was quite entertaining.

 

Eventually, the Dark Lord left the room with a serious expression.

 

He hadn’t given any answer yet.

 

But I had no doubt that he would definitely follow my will.

 

* * *

 

Dark Lord, Wi Sa-gun.

 

He had been called by the name Dark Lord more often than his real name.

 

Until he conquered the Dark Path and claimed the position of Pavilion Master, the highest position in Black Pavilion.

 

How many masters had died by his hands?

 

He feared no fight, and had another name as the Iron-Blooded Monarch who showed no blood or tears for his purposes.

 

Even he, who had become the master of Black Pavilion receiving the respect and awe of Dark Path members, couldn’t help but be deeply shocked.

 

“He’s insane. Truly insane.”

 

Woo Jin.

 

He’s no ordinary person.

 

The Dark Lord recalled the conversation he had just had with Woo Jin in the reception room.

 

‘Spies are running rampant in Black Pavilion.’

 

That wasn’t news for just a day or two, so he actually felt no particular emotion about it.

 

Given Black Pavilion’s massive size, how could there be just one or two spies?

 

But what he heard next was truly shocking.

 

‘Those deeply involved in the incident caused by Broken-Face Asura. And now, as the conflict with the Zhu Family is intensifying… those who are sympathizing with that.’

 

‘What do you want me to do with them?’

 

‘We’ll take care of crushing them all. Hand them over.’

 

‘Huhu, do you think that’s possible? No matter how much they’re spies, they’re still officially Black Pavilion’s…’

 

‘No, they’re not Black Pavilion’s warriors. They’ll use this opportunity to deal a major blow to the Zhu Family. They’ll make us reach the point of mutual destruction. That must be the mission they were given.’

 

The Dark Lord gritted his teeth.

 

Even his close associates were shouting that the Zhu Family should be annihilated.

 

Handing all of them over was essentially the same as cutting down Black Pavilion’s own strength.

 

Moreover, this could be seen as Black Pavilion being greatly inferior to the Zhu Family.

 

But…

 

Woo Jin’s words didn’t end there.

 

‘Let’s handle the executive-level ones internally on each side. We have quite a lot of spies on our side too.’

 

‘The Zhu Family? Black Pavilion has no memory of conducting spy activities there.’

 

‘I didn’t say Black Pavilion. Black Pavilion would be focusing more on the Nine Sects anyway. I know that.’

 

‘Hehe, this kid really…’

 

Handle the executive-level ones internally.

 

In other words, they’d only get rid of mere underlings… what meaning would that have?

 

In that case, wouldn’t it be better to just exchange apologies and end it, then handle things internally?

 

Why make things so complicated?

 

The answer came immediately.

 

‘I’m thinking of creating an information network. That will definitely be helpful to you too, Senior.’

 

‘Huhu, such information power is already sufficient within Black Pavilion…’

 

‘Information power that isn’t limited by factions. Whether Righteous Path or Dark Path… or even the Foreign Martial World.’

 

‘For such things, we can use information merchants. Black Pavilion isn’t so powerless as to need their help.’

 

‘You’ll need it.’

 

Woo Jin spoke with confidence.

 

Somehow, seeing those determined eyes, his heart seemed to stir slightly.

 

The Dark Lord knew all too well from experience that information power was money and the real power to move the world.

 

To such a Dark Lord, Woo Jin made an alluring proposal.

 

‘Because there might come a time when the Dark Path and Righteous Path need to join hands.’

 

‘You… do you know something?’

 

‘If you just follow my words… I will show you. Sometimes isn’t it more impressive to tear someone apart and kill them once rather than babbling hundreds of times?’

 

Those final words struck a chord in the Dark Lord’s heart.

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